Date: Mon, 25 Nov 2002 19:24:41 -0800
From: gymhunk <gymhunk@msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 84.

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			      BLACK AND WHITE

			Chapter 84--Finally Home

	With his SUV parked in the next to the last space at the far end of
the small lot, Jerrod opened the door of the Navigator and slipped into the
driver's leather seat.  His hard dick poled obscenely in his soft sweats.
He gripped his tenting 12" dick and moaned pleasurably.  "Darren, you gotta
help me out.  I can't drive with this thing so hard."

	Darren moved quickly to assuage Jerrod's "problem."  He pulled down
Jerrod's warm-up pants (with assistance from his lover) and went down on
the big fuck-stick.  Jerrod moaned again.  "Yeah, that's it, Baby!  You
know what I like."

	His lover pulled off and smiled.  "I know what you like, and it's
right here," he leered, quickly opening the button-fly front of his Levi's.
His thick 9" dick sprang out.  "Hand me the lube on the passenger side
floor.  You're gonna get fucked!"  As Jerrod leaned back over the console
to retrieve the lube, Darren went back to orally servicing the foot-long
ass stretcher.  I was pleased to see that Darren couldn't deep-throat a
monster dick, either, even after nine years.  "Lift your legs, Jer," Darren
whispered.  "Gotta get the playground wet," he added, taking the lube from
his lover.

	I checked the alley-like entrance to the parking lot for traffic.
We were still alone.  Jerrod lifted his long legs, pulling his knees into
his chest, presenting Darren with a familiar target.  "Mike, come around
the other side of the car and sit on my face," Jerrod instructed.  I raced
around the big SUV, again checking for traffic.  A pickup with a canopy was
parked on the other side of the Navigator, blocking most of the view.  The
darkened windows of both vehicles provided additional obfuscation.  I knelt
sideways in the passenger seat, pulled down my walking shorts, and squatted
over Jerrod's face.  The moan escaping from his lips as he looked and
licked at my ass could probably be heard in the street.

	With Darren munching on Jerrod's asshole, Dave found Jerrod's long,
black dick unattended.  Straddling Darren's kneeling body, he leaned in and
sucked down several thick inches of Jerrod's leaking dick.  The way Jerrod
was moaning and breathing hotly into my ass, I knew he had to be rapidly
approaching his climax.  Darren knew the signs, too.  Pushing Dave aside,
he slipped two lubed fingers into Jerrod's wet asshole.  His heavy 9" dick
followed quickly.  "Get in the back seat, Dave," Darren said, "right behind
the driver's seat.  I'll tilt the back of it down."  Darren pushed a button
on the side of the seat that powered the seat back to a reclined position.
Dave straddled it and leaned in, helping with the foot-long obelisk.
Jerrod's dick was so long that Darren could easily fuck him and suck him
off at the same time.

	Snorting and licking at my asshole, Jerrod was in sex-pig heaven.
Two men were working on his long dick and one of them was fucking his
hungry ass.  I was sitting on his face and turning him on even more.  His
long tongue was doing too good a job on my ass.  The noise everyone was
making was getting to me, too.  I moved back farther and shoved my dick
between his lips; the precum-slickened head slid effortlessly down his
throat.  Jerrod gargled and crooned around my pistoning dick, enjoying
every stroke.

	But, Darren was hogging the big phallus, leaving Dave with little
to do, besides lick at the shaft.  Seeing that my butt was free, he pulled
off his shorts, swung a leg over to the foot well of the front seat,
leaving his right foot in the foot well of the back seat on the driver's
side.  He raised my ass up to lick at my wet hole, still leaving the tip of
my throbber between Jerrod's lips.

	A few seconds later, Dave positioned himself and pushed his leaking
11" monster slowly up my ass.  I warned him to take it slowly.  I was too
close to cumming.  Dave tried to heed my concern, but it was too late,
given the inescapable fact that Jerrod was sucking me expertly.  His hands
pulled my ass cheeks farther apart to give Dave a deeper hole to fuck and
to force my dick farther into Jerrod's mouth.

	Suddenly, with a mighty roar, Jerrod came.  I'd missed all the
clues, but Darren hadn't.  Darren sucked hard at the big dick spraying his
mouth cavity with delicious, creamy man juice.  His dick pounded the
yielding, eager ass.  The harder Darren sucked and fucked, the harder
Jerrod came, and the harder Jerrod sucked on me.

	It was no contest.  I couldn't hold back.  The wet, sucking noise
that Darren made as he swallowed Jerrod's big climax load, combined with
the expert fucking I was getting from Dave, and full the lip-lock
demonstrated by Jerrod, made me helpless.  With a weak whimper, I poured my
dick gravy into Jerrod's sucking mouth, gripping automatically at the
thrusting, black monster up my ass.  Darren had wet a finger and found
Dave's prostate.  That was the final trigger, rushing Dave over his climax
edge and spraying my guts with his copious load of ball honey.  Somewhere
in the middle of all that, Darren had creamed the inside of Jerrod's fuck
channel as he'd sucked off his lover.

	As we untangled and resumed normal breathing, Jerrod smiled at me
and said, "I don't know about you, Mike.  But, Darren's spermy babies are
already active.  I think we should go back to the restaurant and fix that
little problem."  He reached into the glove box and handed Dave and Darren
pretreated towelettes.  "You'll probably need these," he smirked.

	A few minutes later, we exited the restaurant, grateful that they
didn't give us a bad time about using their bathrooms (we weren't exactly
NOT customers, as we had been in there only a few minutes before).  Dave
and Darren had double-parked in front of the Castro Theatre across the
street, waiting for us.  Giving Jerrod a hug and a kiss in the middle of
the street, I leaned into the Lincoln SUV and gave the same treatment to
Darren.

	I jumped into the rented Mercedes and gave Dave a big kiss, too.
"How could we have missed those two at home?" I smiled.

	"They sure are a hot couple," Dave agreed.  "Did you notice that
Darren fucks Jerrod bareback?"

	"I was a little too busy to notice what was going on behind me," I
laughed.  "But, it does sound like they do it the same way we do."

	The day was warm enough that we drove with the top down all the way
to Sacramento.  In fact, it was damned hot by the time we got to Vacaville.
We debated whether or not to put up the top and crank up the air
conditioning, but decided hats and suntan lotion would be adequate.  Being
from the Northwest, we seldom had "convertible" weather, and we wanted to
enjoy this, even if it were too hot.  We just drove faster.

	Using Dave's cell phone, I called Carol to let her know that we
were going to hit the gym in downtown Sacramento before heading out to
their place.  Our ETA at their home would be about 1:00 p.m.  She told me
that the babies were looking forward to see us as much as their parents
were.  Of course, I don't think the baby boys remembered us, but it was a
nice gesture.  Duane had arranged to leave work at noon, as well as the
next two days.  It wasn't that often that he had his favorite brother and
his lover visiting.  Carol added that she'd have lunch ready for us when we
arrived.

	In downtown Sacramento, I pulled into the driveway and headed down
the ramp into the parking garage that served the downtown 24-Hour Fitness
gym.  I parked the car, engaged the system to put the hardtop back on, and
locked the car.  Climbing two flights of stairs, we smiled at two men
descending the stairs.  They smiled back and checked us out as we passed
them.  "Nice," one of them murmured loudly enough to be heard.

	"I think we worked out too early," his partner smirked.

	Inside the gym, we decided that we smelled heavily of sex and
needed a shower before our workout.  Stripping in the new facility's men's
locker room, we cruised a couple of hot men heading out to the workout
floor.  Another man came out of the shower room and a fourth one came out
of the pool area.  The one coming from the shower room didn't interest us
at all, nor did we interest him.  (Poor straight guy!)  But, the smiling
Latino carefully checked us out as he removed his swimming trunks and
opened his locker.  Each time I glanced over, his dick had grown.  I nudged
Dave and he smiled.  He'd noticed, too.

	We rummaged through our workout bags and snared towels.  He passed
us as he headed to the showers, but made sure we saw his erect dick.  He
stopped for a second to pick up a piece of paper, glancing between his legs
to see if we were looking at his ass.  We were.

	He continued on into the shower room, depositing the wayward paper
in a trash receptacle.  Somewhat discretely, we followed, our semi-erect
dicks leading the way.  We hung our towels on the hooks at the far end of
the room, where our Latino friend occupied a shower stall.  I glanced his
direction and saw him stroking his thick, dark dick and smiling.  I smiled
back and waved my growing dick in his direction.  Dave walked over to the
occupied shower stall and shoved his big dick into the Latino's brown hand.
The guy went to his knees and sucked Dave into his mouth quickly.  Dave
pulled away after a few seconds.  This was far too public.  Someone could
have walked in at any moment without notice, warning, or noise.

	Dave took the shower next to the disappointed man while I took the
shower across the aisle.  The Latino man stroked his dick slowly, picking
up speed as he watched me jack my hardening dick.  Dave turned off his
shower and moved across the aisle to the shower next to me.  The view was
better from there (although, I thought I looked pretty good, too!).  Dave
turned and smiled.  I could see through the frosted glass separating us
that Dave was stroking as enticingly as I was.

	The guy's beautiful, seductive eyes flashed back and forth between
us, his hand racing faster and faster over his thick dick.  We increased
our speed, too.  With a quiet moan, he shot his load half way across the
aisle, splattering it on the floor loudly.  We weren't ready to cum, yet,
but he did try to entice us with his bent over, spread ass.  He even pushed
two fingers up his butthole to get us to shoot our loads, but we weren't
ready to shoot.  And just as well.  Another man arrived to take the shower
stall next to our shooting Latino friend.

	Grabbing our towels, we hid our hard dicks long enough for them to
cool, and dried off.  The dark Latino smiled and asked us if we'd like some
fun at his place later.  We begged off, explaining that we needed to
workout and head out to a relative's place for lunch.  We didn't have much
time.

	He wanted to know if we'd be out later in the evening and how long
we'd be in town.  But, we hadn't planned that far ahead, so we begged off,
again.  He suggested that we might try a couple of the local gay bars where
he'd be the next two evenings, but we made no promises.

	As this was Monday, we started our "back" routines.  There was no
aerobics class scheduled, so Dave used the elliptical walker next to me to
get his 45 minutes of cardiac workout.  Several handsome men dashed into
the gym for a noon-hour workout, but carefully scanned the exercisers for
potential prey.  Uniformly, we got smiles and nods.  We were cruising them
as heavily as they were cruising us.

	Finished with the aerobic part of our workout, we moved on to the
equipment floor to work our back muscles.  We traded off, using the same
machines, to speed things up.  Dave glanced at the digital clock on the
wall frequently, making sure we wouldn't be awkwardly late for lunch.  At
12:30, he called a halt to our exercising.  "Time for showers," he said.

	"And perhaps, more?" I smiled.

	"Perhaps.  It depends on the man or men, but we'll have to be
quick."

	"A tight, round, high ass, a big swingin' dick?"  He smiled and
nodded at my lascivious description.

	Working our abs for a few minutes, we cooled down, stretched, and
headed to the locker room.  A handsome, black man stood undressing slowly
in the alcove where our lockers were situated.  He looked up and smiled at
us as he pulled socks off his large feet.  Unzipped slacks hung casually
from his high, round ass.  His big arms filled the sleeves of a
dress-shirt.  "Am I in your way?" he asked as we moved behind him to get to
our lockers.

	"No, you're fine.  I'm just right next to you," Dave smiled back.
The guy moved over a few feet and sat on the bench to get out of Dave's way
and to pull off his slacks.  He dallied, checking out Dave's progress
surreptitiously.  Dave opened his locker and stripped off his shoes and
socks. Then, he pulled down his shorts and jockstrap in one quick motion.
The bunched-up dick and nuts stretched toward the floor, no longer
confined.  An audible gasp escaped from our alcove-mate.  The door to
Dave's locker prevented him from seeing what the guy was doing, but I could
clearly see him lick his lips as he stared at Dave's black snake.

	Coming to his senses, the other guy finally pulled his slacks off
and stood up, leaning toward the locker to hang up the dress slacks.  His
"tightie-whitie's" curved deliciously over his high, muscle ass, and
stretched and throbbed in front at the sight of Dave's long, flaccid dick.
Turning his back to the rest of the locker room, the stranger tugged down
his shorts and smiled self-consciously.  His half-hard dick sprang up and
throbbed heavily.  Dave saw the thickening dick and sat on the bench
nonchalantly.  He looked around the guy's hips and (seeing no one looking
his direction) slurped the big head between his full lips and sucked.

	With a sharp intake of breath, the guy trembled, then, sat, too.
"Damn!  You're bold!  I'd have never done that, much as I wanted to," he
whispered.  He looked back over his shoulder, but no one seemed to have
glanced in his direction.  He reached over and slowly stroked Dave's thick,
eleven inches of meat.  "Nice piece," he added smiling.  I had turned my
back to the rest of the locker room, too.  My dick was stiff as a brick, a
long, thin thread of precum reached for the floor.  "This hot man your
boyfriend?" he asked, finally recognizing my existence.  I knew he knew I
was there and was gay, too, but his focus was so much on Dave's sensational
body and dick that I had been demoted to background clutter.

	Dave nodded.  "This is Mike.  I'm Dave," he said, holding out his
hand in greeting.

	"Markus," he said, introducing himself and shaking Dave's hand and
mine.  "You guys new to Sacramento?"

	"No, just visiting my brother," Dave volunteered.  "We're here for
only a couple of days."

	"Damn!  I sure wish my lover were here.  He'd love to meet you two.
But, he works way out in the suburbs at Intel," he sighed.

	"Geez," Dave said.  "I hope I didn't make a huge mistake by sucking
your dick without your lover knowing about it."

	"No, that's okay.  These things happen," he grinned.  "It wasn't
like you sucked me off.  He's had similar things happen to him at the gym
out there."

	"That's very mature of both of you," I said.

	"Yeah, as long as we don't go looking for it, or don't make a habit
of it, we're okay," he agreed.

	"So, how long have you been together?" Dave asked.

	"Just six years," Markus said.  "It's so good, it seems that it's
been a lifetime.  He's so good to me."

	"What's he like?" Dave asked.

	"The best way to describe him is to ask if you know who Rick Fox
is, you know, the Lakers?" he wondered.

	"You gotta be kidding!" I blurted out.  "He's fuckin' gorgeous!"

	"Same for Julio, same beautiful smile," he sighed happily.  "Julio
is more Latino or Puerto Rican looking, though.  But, he has light skin
tones.  A fuckin' knockout!  I don't know how I keep him.  He could have
anyone he wanted."

	"You're very hot yourself," Dave complimented.  "And you got a BIG,
tasty dick," he added sotto voce.  Markus smiled and blushed.  "Well, you
do!" Dave affirmed.

	"What about you guys?" Markus asked, changing the subject slightly.
"How long've you been together?"

	"Just over a year," Dave answered.  "Wanna take a shower with us
and talk more privately?" he whispered with a leer.

	Markus stood and grabbed a towel, shielding Dave from any
onlookers.  I'd already wrapped a towel around me, pinning my dick to my
hip with the towel.  Dave grabbed a towel and did the same.

	In the shower room, Markus hung up his towel and bent over.  We had
hands on his ass in a flash.  "HOT fuckin' ass!" I whispered.  "And a big
dick, too.  Damn, Man!  You got it all!"  I pulled at his dick between his
legs.  It was fat, long, dripping precum and throbbing.

	"I like to fuck and get fucked," he smiled up at me.  "How about
you?"

	"With his big dick and beautiful butt, you think I wouldn't take
advantage of both?" I laughed quietly, nodding in Dave's general direction.

	"Same for him," Dave put in.  "If you had this handsome guy in your
bed, could you resist that thick-headed dick, beautiful daddy ass, or that
perfectly furry chest?"

	Markus stood up and surveyed both of us more intimately, pulling on
our dicks casually.  "Guys like you make me wanna fuck with every big
dicked man on the planet," he sighed.  "But, we aren't there in our
relationship, so I have to be happy with the occasional grip and grope."
His big 9" dick curved upwards in Dave's hand, a large drop of precum fell
to the floor when Dave squeezed the head.

	Approaching conversation from the dressing area cut short our
"mutual admiration society" meeting.  We had no further chance for tactile
conversation, so we had to be satisfied with an exchange of addresses,
phone numbers, and additional details about Julio.  Markus' muscular body
was about 5'11" and Julio's slender body stretched out to 6'3", the
latter's big dick was nearly as long as Markus', he assured us, but was
thicker, like Dave's, he'd smiled.

	"We gotta get together later with you," he grinned as we departed.
"Julio loves to top and bottom.  But, first, I gotta get him over his
pseudo-monogamy hang-ups."

	"Better that you do, than one of you starts cheating on the other,"
Dave sermonized.

	"Don't I know it!" Markus agreed.  "I want both of you so bad!
But, I gotta be good," he added patting Dave's ass as we left the gym.  He
walked down the stairway with us to our car.  With a nearly chaste kiss for
each of us, he left us standing next to the rental and headed to his own
car parked in the next section of the subterranean garage.

	"Been a frustrating morning, hasn't it?" Dave smiled as I drove the
Mercedes toward Duane and Carol's.

	"Yeah, that describes it alright.  But, fun with Darren and Jerrod
did take the edge off."

	"For fuckin' sure! The only thing that could have made it better
would have been to fuck both of them, too.  Or somehow getting together
with Markus and his apparently beautiful boyfriend," Dave added.

	"Well, we'll get to them all later," I assured him, "assuming, of
course, that Markus and Julio open up their relationship."

	After lunch, we took the babies for a walk in the park (well, in a
stroller), while Duane and Carol had a midday assignation.  This was her
fertile time and they thought their boys should have a sibling.  Not that
we thought there was any better chance of baby making (as nothing had
really changed in their fertility), but we took the infants to the park,
anyway.  Carol and Duane had little time to themselves since these two
bundles of energy arrived.  But, the boys seemed to take to their uncles,
again.  They smiled at us, cooed and generally endeared themselves to us.
Within 30 minutes, they were fast asleep in their stroller.  I guess we
weren't that entertaining.

	When we got back to the house, Carol and Duane were fixing a late
lunch for the babies.  They were on some solid foods now, but they still
enjoyed "eating at Mom's."  After a change of diapers, Carol bundled them
up and left for the well-baby clinic.  They were growing so fast that the
doctor had suggested an early visit, instead of waiting for the usual
6-month scheduled review (only a month early).  "And it'll give you boys a
chance to catch up on all the family gossip," she quipped.

	"She doesn't seem to have any issues about us, does she?" Dave
wondered.  "I don't know how she can be so understanding."

	"She knows I'm devoted to those babies and her, and you're safe,"
Duane observed.  "She'd, no doubt, have a major problem if I were out,
getting some on the side from perfect strangers."

	"You aren't even tempted?" I asked.

	"Oh, fuck, yeah!" he replied.  "Nearly everyday, I see some hot guy
and wonder what he'd be like to fuck with.  But, that's just idle lust,
nothing that I'd act on; not as long as you come for frequent visits,
anyway!" he laughed.

	"How much time do we have?" I asked.

	"Clinic visits are usually 30 minutes, because the doctor has two
babies to deal with (plus driving time).  So, that would give us at least
an hour, probably more," he leered.

	"Where we gonna do the deed?" Dave smiled back.

	"Your bedroom," Duane averred.  "The smell of sex doesn't need to
be rubbed in her face."

	"Whatcha have in mind?" I grinned, patting his ass and cupping his
substantial crotch.

	"You're both gonna fuck me to death, cumming as many times up my
ass as you can.  But, I gotta save my cream for Carol.  This is baby
weekend," he sighed.  "She really wants another child."

	Dave pushed him into the bedroom.  "Then, get on your knees and get
this wet," he ordered, pushing down his pants and jockeys.  Dave's monster
dick was swelling rapidly, a small drop of precum already shining at the
piss slit.  "We were frustrated at the gym by not getting off with some hot
men.  You get the spooge they should have."

	Duane smiled up at Dave and swallowed as much of his brother's 11"
butt probe as he could.  I helped him off with his pants, guiding him to
the bed with Dave's dick still stuck between his lips.  As soon as his
pants were off, his legs were in the air.  "Lube, there!" he gasped,
indicating the nightstand.  Immediately returning to the big phallus, he
moaned like a man finally given a gourmand's feast after weeks of bread and
water.

	I retrieved the lube and held it out to Dave.  He took it in one
hand, but didn't immediately use it.  Duane's dick sucking had focused his
attention elsewhere.  Dave finally turned and 69'ed with his brother,
face-fucking him slowly.  I helped push Duane's legs up and spread.  Diving
into this hot ass, I licked and slurped at my married brother-in-law's hot
asshole.  Clearly, Dave would have first crack at Duane's tight hole, but I
would get seconds.  My dick throbbed hard as I thought about how much I
would enjoy fucking in Dave's cum load that he would soon shoot up his
brother's butt.  Dave pulled away from the 69 and took my place for a
moment.

	"You'd better be fuckin' my ass bareback, Brother; you, too, Mike!"
Duane insisted.  "If I only get fucked every few months by the two hottest
men I know, I'm gonna get fucked right!"  Dave smiled and nodded.  "Good.
So, Mike, while he fucks me, you sit on my face.  I know I'm gonna be loud
and I don't need to have the neighbors wondering why I'm makin' so much
noise with Carol gone."

	And he did make a lot of noise.  Taking Dave's monster after
several months of no action was akin to squeezing a Hummer limousine into a
garage built for a Volkswagen.  But, they had patience, and lust.  Mission
accomplished in under a minute.  Dave still took it slowly until Duane
could more comfortably stretch open enough.  Tight as Duane was, Dave had a
very hard time not cumming rapidly.  He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to
block out the visual cues, but hearing Duane's moans and carrying on like
he was, turned out to be too much for Dave.  Within another minute, Dave
was snarling out his frustration at cumming so fast, but managed to roar
with pleasure at getting his nut off inside his younger brother.

	We switched places, Dave squatting squarely over his brother's
mouth and nose and my hard, dripping dick easily slipping up Duane's ass
channel.  As usual, Dave had poured out a big load when he'd shot his load.
It's warmth and slickness felt wonderful against my hard, pistoning dick.
I pulled Duane's legs farther apart and fucked slowly.  Dave leaned over
and started to suck on his brother's hard dick as I pumped faster into my
brother-in-law's eager ass.

	Duane pulled away long enough from eating Dave's ass to warn his
brother away from touching his dick.  "Carol needs those loads and nearly
anything right now will get me off."  Dave returned to sitting and grinding
his ass into Duane's face, leaving his brother's waving, dripping dick
alone.  A few moments later, he was warning me, too.  "Fuck me deeply, but
don't pull out so far.  That big dickhead of yours is hitting my prostate
and making me want to cum," he explained between more wet laps at his
brother's butt.

	I enjoyed deep fucking Duane.  His milking ass chute loved my thick
hose nearly as much as it liked Dave's.  Dave leaned into me and kissed me
warmly, passionately.  The harder he kissed me, the harder I fucked his
brother.  In under another minute, I was spraying my load deeply into
Duane, adding my cream to Dave's copious, creamy load.  The neighbors
probably heard my loud exclamation of climax, so Duane's need to have us
sit on his face to keep the noise down was an obvious ploy to eat butt.  I
thought it was a pretty lame excuse when he'd explained it.

	After my climax retreated, I pulled out and Dave took my place,
again.  This time, Dave took much longer, taking it slowly, taking Duane to
new heights of sexual pleasure before finally spraying a second load into
his brother's hungry ass.  I'd recovered enough to take Dave's place for my
second turn.  But, I'd forgotten Duane's admonition to deep fuck him.  I
long-dicked him instead.  His moans of pleasure increased in tempo and
timbre.  Dave wiggled his beautiful, muscle ass into Duane's face,
preventing any reminder of a warning.  As my climax approached and my dick
swelled in his ass, the big head swelled even larger.  Duane's body
stiffened and convulsed as his dick jerked hard.  I knew the unmistakable
signs.  Duane was going to cum and nothing would stop it.

	"He's cumming!" I shouted to Dave.  I was too close to my own
climax to even think about sucking off my brother-in-law.  But, Dave was
quick on the uptake, swooping down immediately and engulfing Duane's
pulsating dick.

	With Dave bent forward, Duane had space to shout.  And he did!
Like a caged lion, he roared with each squirt of his climax, thrusting his
hips upwards and pushing down hard on Dave's head.  Although Dave would
rather have tasted Duane's load, the creamy ball honey was shot directly
into his stomach.  Duane's 9" dick was down Dave's throat, spewing baby
sauce that Carol was supposed to get.

	Duane's spasming ass echoed his climax jerks, milking my dick with
renewed vigor.  To hit my climax, that wouldn't have been necessary, but it
still felt good to have an eager ass chew on my cum-spraying dick.

	"Fuck!" Duane spat.  "I was supposed to save it for Carol."

	"Want me to lick her pussy and deposit it there?" Dave laughed,
pulling away from Duane's shrinking dick.  He swallowed the shots of cream
that hadn't been directly squirted into his stomach.  "Oops, too late!" he
laughed heartily.

	"Fucker!" Duane laughed, slapping Dave's hard ass.  "You did that
on purpose!  Mike's big dickhead hit my prostate and you sucked me off.
You got me hot with a couple of deep, heavy fucks and then got what you
wanted," he accused us, but smiled.

	"I wish I'd thought of it," I answered.  "If I had, Dave wouldn't
have been the one taking your load.  I would!"

	Duane glanced at the clock.  "Unless you can fuck my ass and cum in
ten minutes, we'd better get the fuck outta here and get showers.  We smell
like randy billy goats."

	I knew I couldn't get off another load by then, so I got off the
bed and showered.  Dave and Duane went into the master bathroom to shower;
but for long as they were in there, Dave had time to fuck him, again.  They
joined me in the living room about ten minutes after I'd finished.  Their
smiles answered any lingering questions I may have had.

	"How about if we go out for dinner?" Dave suggested.

	"Oh, bad idea," Duane countered.  "Carol already has something in
the oven.  A roast of some sort, I think, from the smell of it.  Perhaps,
tomorrow night?"  We nodded amiably at the suggestion.  "So, how long do I
have you?"

	"We need to call Brad and see what's available and when," Dave
answered.

	"And I need to check on our investments to see if I need to make
any changes.  It is the beginning of a new quarter and I've been away for
nearly a month now," I added.  "Where's your computer, Duane?"
	
	"Back in your bedroom," he said.  "Didn't you see it?"

	"All I saw was your hot ass!" I laughed.  "I'll find it."

	"No problem with using the phone while he's on the computer?" Dave
wondered.

	"None at all.  Go for it," Duane answered.

	I checked our investments, deciding to leave the bonds alone as
they were making steady, if unspectacular returns.  But, my stock
investments looked like they were in a bubble.  I moved the money from the
Hospital Services Fund to the PHLX Semiconductor Fund.  The investment site
I was in said that the semiconductors were at a bottom and were headed up
soon.  How long that up trend would be was not certain, though.  The
economy could be headed for a double dip, so I'd need to monitor our
investments more closely the next few months.

	But, we'd done pretty well.  Our initial investment of $15,000,000
in stocks was sitting at $23,588,424.  Our tax-free bond funds had gone
from $7,500,000 to $8,940,000.  And that was after we'd taken out some
modest sums for living expenses.  The thing that worried me the most,
though, was the tax liability.  We'd have to sell some of our investments
after the first of the year to pay capital gains.  I'd been moving the
money around, so it would all be taxed at short-term capital gains rates.
That wouldn't be pretty.

	I sighed.  The future tax hit on our portfolio didn't make me
happy, but there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it.  At least, we'd
made money.  So many other investor's had lost their collective asses in
the recent stock market tumble.

	I told Dave about what I'd done and why (when we had a moment to
ourselves).  We were still bound by the terms of the agreement and
shouldn't be broadcasting our portfolio balances to anyone, even family.
He asked a few questions, wondering why I'd moved the money and how safe
the PHLX fund was.  I reminded him that there were no guarantees, but that
we'd need to monitor the situation.  We needed to be especially mindful of
the general direction of the economy and investor confidence in that
direction.  I didn't want to make the same mistakes other investor's had
made on the way down, hoping for a turn around that never happened.

	When Carol arrived with the twins an hour later, she was fuming at
the traffic and the babies were cranky.  They wanted to be fed, NOW!  Duane
warmed their baby food while Carol put them in their high chairs.  We tried
our best to entertain them, but they weren't interested in us.  They knew
the unmistakable sounds of food preparation and wanted instant
gratification.  After a couple of spoonfuls of food, they were far happier
and not nearly as fussy.  With a round of burping and changes, it was
playtime.

	We made them smile and giggle with funny faces and noises.  But,
they grew tired and needed sleep.  Carol put them down for the night about
7:30 (after a short snack at Mom's), although they'd want food or Mom early
in the morning.

	When Carol rejoined us, she asked, "How long can you stay with us?"

	"Brad got us a flight out on Wednesday afternoon, so we'll be here
for a couple of days," Dave said.  "Can you put up with us that long?"

	"No problem at all," Carol assured us.

	"What can we do to take the burden off for a few hours in the next
couple of days?  You wanna hit a movie or play or just run away from home
while we baby sit?" I offered.  Duane and Carol looked at each other.
Offers of this nature don't come often.  Taking care of two energetic
little boys was more than one person generally would tackle.  However, with
two men offering to spell them for a few hours, they couldn't pass it up.

	"Yeah, sure!" Carol answered enthusiastically.  "Uh, how about a
movie tomorrow afternoon while they're taking their naps.  When they wake
up, they'll probably be wet and need a change, and then some food.  I can
show you what they like and should be getting in their diets, and how to
prepare it."  She was warming rapidly to the idea.  "And Wednesday, we can
do some shopping or something.  Just time away is gonna be so great!"
	
	"She's the boss," Duane laughed.  "Whatever she wants to do, I'm
for it.  Thanks for the offer.  You shouldn't have done it.  You'll regret
it for sure!"

	"They're infants," Dave reminded them.  "What kinda trouble can
they get into?"

	"Other than being squirming handfuls, not a lot, yet," Carol
allowed.  "But, within a few more months, they'll be into everything and
you'd be crazy to offer, then."

	"A fair warning," I laughed.  "I'll keep my mouth shut in the
future."

	The next two days raced by.  The boys were perfect.  They awoke
happy from their naps, gobbled down their food and loved being entertained
by their two crazy uncles.  I think they were as sad to see us go as Carol
and Duane were.  But, we'd been away from home for nearly a month and the
call of our own home was undeniable.  We hadn't even bothered to check out
the gay scene at the clubs this time.  The babies and Duane and Carol kept
us busy the entire time.

	Our plane left about 5:30 in the afternoon.  Security was tight,
but so few people were traveling that we had no problems getting to our
gate in time.  Brad had said that Kurt and Gene wanted to pick us up at the
airport, so he'd gone ahead and told them of our planned arrival time.
Checking the Internet, they followed our flight until we'd landed, before
they left to pick us up.  Even though the plane was only half full, our
luggage took forever to arrive at the carousel.

	As we waited, Kurt burst through the outside doors of the terminal
and grabbed us both in a big bear hug.  His big arms surrounded and pressed
us into him.  "Gawd!  How I've missed both of you.  I need a good fuck, not
that Gene isn't the greatest!" he added hastily.

	"So, where is Gene?" I asked when he stopped squeezing the breath
out of me.

	"He's driving around the terminal.  He'll be back in about five
minutes.  That's about how long it takes to make the circuit," Kurt
explained.

	"How's school?  How's the team doing?" Dave asked.

	"Who cares?" Kurt laughed.  "I want to hear all about your European
friends and all about the Folsom Street Fair."

	"When Gene's here, we'll spill the beans," I assured him.

	"Okay, if you insist," he sighed.  "How was the flight?  Did you
stop and see Duane and Carol and the twins?"

	"Oh, yeah," Dave answered.  "We couldn't be that close and not stop
in to see our godsons."

	"And the Folsom Street Fair?" Kurt smirked.

	"Disgusting!  You'd have hated it," I answered with as straight a
face as I could muster.

	"Liar!" Kurt laughed.  "I've heard from other guys that it's a
blast."

	A buzzer sounded, and luggage started appearing through a hole in
the wall and rode around a strangely shaped bell curve before disappearing
through another hole.  Within another minute, our luggage arrived.  Kurt
grabbed them away from us, then headed for the outside doors with us
trailing along behind.  "We aren't incapacitated, Kurt," I protested.

	"I'm younger and stronger.  Get over it," he laughed, standing at
curbside, looking toward the approaching traffic.  Within another minute,
Gene pulled up in their nearly new SUV.  Opening the rear hatch, Kurt
tossed the suitcases inside as if they were full of feather boas.  We
crawled into the back seat, while Kurt joined Gene in the front.  "Okay,
Gene's here, spill it!" he commanded.

	"Whatcha wanna hear first?" Dave asked.

	"Start from the beginning of the trip and keep going until you run
out of breath," Kurt insisted.

	"You sure you have that much time?" I laughed.

	"Sure we do," Gene joined in, wheeling us away from the airport.
"We're having dinner at your house.  We thought you'd like to come home to
a home-cooked meal, sort through your mail, start the laundry, whatever you
need to do, but with us doing all the cooking and clean-up."

	"I wanted to have you over to dinner at our place, but Gene was
right.  You'd rather be home after you've been gone so long, than be at our
place," Kurt added.

	"So, what's for dinner?" Dave wondered.

	"Pot roast and all the trimmings," Kurt volunteered.  "The
champagne's chilling and the roast is in the oven."

	"So, how much time do we have to tell our tale?" I pressed.

	"As long as it takes," Kurt laughed.  "But, dinner is at least an
hour away.  We can get started on the bubbly before then, though."

	For the next two hours, including dinner, we regaled them with
tales of our trip, from the Mile High Club, through Max and Conrad, my
cousin Günter, and the sad tale of Ziggy's loss and hopefully, his
recovery.  The most they wanted to hear about though was our Folsom Street
Fair discoveries.  As they finished cleaning up the dishes and joined us in
the sunroom, Dave pulled out the DVD of our newest porno star
acquaintances, showing off the cover to illuminate how hot we thought they
were.  While we were at it, they asked for more detailed descriptions of
our other bed partners.  We obliged, of course, using the boys from San
Francisco as a referent.  Gene was clearly intrigued by Conrad, being a
big, blonde copy of his lover, Kurt.

	Plowing through our accumulated mail, I put the bills in one pile
for immediate attention, trash mail in a pile to go through the shredder,
with other (perhaps interesting) mail and magazines in another.  The last
pile included a small package addressed to the two of us, from San
Francisco.  The return address didn't include a name.  The package was
hand-written.  With all the shit that was going on with 9/11, I wasn't sure
about opening it.

	"That's a familiar address," Dave said.  "Let me look in our
collection of names and addresses we collected on our trip.  I think we'll
find a match."  He plowed through a small mound of business cards, slips of
paper, and notes from his suitcase.  He's far more organized than I am, so
we'd agreed early in the trip that he would be the keeper of important
documents (men's addresses especially!).  "Here it is," he smiled, double-
checking the address on the package with the business card.  "It's from
Morgan!  I wonder what he sent?"

	"Probably another one of their porno films, with him prominently
featured, no doubt," I grinned.  "That'd suit me just fine!"

	"So, OPEN IT!" Gene demanded, laughing.  Kurt nodded his
enthusiastic agreement.

	Dave ripped open the brown paper wrapper and turned the DVD box
over.  There was nothing on the back of it, but on the front was a picture
of two guys getting blowjobs.  WE were the recipients!  Dave flipped it
over immediately.  A rush of embarrassed red flooded over my face.  Even
Dave changed color.

	"What's wrong?" Kurt wondered, worry etched into his young
features.

	"Uh, well, you see, there's more to San Francisco than we've told
you," I began.  "We didn't tell you all the details of how we met Morgan
and his co-stars."

	"And the crowd of admirers, digital cameras, and video cameras it
attracted," Dave moaned, waving the new DVD box in one hand.

	"Oh!  Let's see it!" Gene laughed.  "This'll be good!"

	I looked over at Dave.  I wasn't sure we should let the world see
this (not even considering our very closest friends) before we did.
However, rapidly sorting through the logic of that stupid idea, I quickly
concluded that the world already had its hands on this "performance" of
ours.  I could see the same wheels turning in Dave's head.

	"If the rest of the world has this, you might as well see it, too,"
he sighed.

	Someone had been Johnny-on-the-spot.  The vid started with our
dicks being pulled from our shorts.  The picture did jerk at times as the
photographer got jostled.  But, all of the lurid details were there,
including a zoom shot of each of us spraying our loads.  The entire
production was about 10 minutes.  From the angles of the camera, I had to
assume that the raw video came from more than one source, and had been
spliced together.

	"Fuck!  That is SO hot!" Kurt murmured at more than one point to
the mostly silent room.  The soundtrack on the vid had added some typical
porno music and the real moans and murmurs of the crowd of men we'd
attracted.  Well, maybe the music wasn't so typical.  It could have been
background noise from any number of the booths at the Street Fair.  Most of
them were playing disco or other dance music as I recalled.

	Gene had grabbed the DVD that Morgan had given us, and identified
which of us fucked which of them.  "Wasn't Jim there?" he asked.

	"Yeah, he was tending the booth, while they were, uh, demonstrating
some scenes from their vids," I muttered.  The scene ended and other scenes
of the Street Fair opened up.  Their attention was diverted, so Dave turned
off the television.

	"But, these guys are supposed to be tops and you fucked both of
them," Kurt protested, looking at the DVD box Gene had handed him.  It was
the commercial one we'd brought back with us.

	"Screen persona doesn't always agree with the real thing, Kurt,"
Dave smiled.  "Although it sure does in Jim's case.  DAMN!  What a hot
bottom!"

	"So, you've said," Gene smiled.

	"Damn!  Right there in front of everyone!" Kurt whispered in awe.

	"Well, as you noticed, you never saw our faces," I smiled back.
"At least, we're still safely anonymous."

	"Perhaps," Dave allowed.  "But, we haven't seen the rest of the
vid."

	"But, there's nothing to connect our faces to that scene, Dave," I
rejoined.

	"We'll see," he cautioned.  "But, they could include some pictures
of us later on showing all of us.  Our bodies and those decadent shorts are
pretty distinctive.  How many black and white couples will there be at the
Fair?"

	"Oy!" I moaned.

	"Yeah, OY!" he repeated, grinning.  "I can't stand the suspense.
Let's see what else is on the vid."  We went through the rest of the DVD
disc and breathed a sigh of relief at the end.  We were only seen from the
back, twice, talking to the porno stars in the booth, after they'd talked
us into coming back to talk to Jim.  I guess there were enough people there
for us to get lost in the crowd for any follow-ups.

	"Well, there will be some who have taken our pictures considering
the number of times we posed for perfect strangers," I sighed.  "And if
they get their hands on this DVD, they'll quickly put it together."

	"Hopefully, that won't be very many," Dave agreed.

	"What are you worried about?" Kurt nearly exploded.  "You don't
have to work another day in your lives.  You don't have a bosses to worry
about who could fire your asses."

	"But, we do have families, Kurt," Dave said.

	"They know you're queer," he defended heatedly.

	"But, they don't know all the 'ins and outs', as it were," I butted
in.  "Not that there's much chance of them getting their hands on this,
though.  Knowing about our sexual preferences is one thing.  Having it
demonstrated to them on film is another."

	"Oh, yeah," Kurt agreed with significant deflation in his voice.
"But, what are the chances they'll see it."

	"Very slim to none," Gene broke in.  "This is not a major
production company that's distributing it," he added waving the box at us.
A note fell from the box.  It was from Morgan.  Gene handed it to me.
"It's addressed to you," he said, having glanced at the outside of the
folded paper.

	Morgan had written: "Hi, Guys!  This little vid was made by several
of your admirers (and ours) who recorded it on tape.  As far as I know, it
was only copied and sent to the guys who were at our booth and saw it all
first hand and wanted a copy of it.  I know you don't want to be in porno
and I respect that.  This could make you famous, though!  Just kidding!!

	"I look forward to seeing you again, soon.  I'm going to arrange
some time off for a visit.  I'll send you some proposed dates via e-mail
when I have them approved by my boss.  Ciao!"

	"Well, that's some relief," Dave said.

	"I'd love to have a copy of it, too!" Kurt laughed.  "How do we do
that?"

	"Shit!" Dave laughed.  "You can get the real thing anytime you
want."

	"You aren't here all the time," he countered.  "Running off to
Europe or to Sacramento to see your brother, for instance."

	"You have a boyfriend," I joined in.  "You don't need us!"

	"Gene's the best," Kurt agreed.  "But, I still need my 'Daddy' fix
once in a while.  And some big, black meat, too!"

	"Same goes for me," Gene concurred.  "I really love you guys,
almost as much as I do Kurt.  He's very special to me, but I met you first
and I'll always want to rekindle those good times with you."

	"We aren't that special," Dave demurred.

	"Fuck!  You are!"  Kurt insisted.

	"Prove it!" I smirked.

	Although it was Wednesday and this was supposed to be OUR day, Kurt
and Gene had been so good to us, picking us up at the airport and fixing
dinner.  They were entitled to a "special" reward.  It wouldn't break my
heart to sit on that monster meat of Kurt's, either.  However, I knew that
with his "daddy" fixation, I'd be doing most of the fucking.  Gene and Dave
would sort out what they wanted to do, but knowing Gene like we do, I'd bet
money that Dave's dick would be deep in Gene's ass before they went home.

	Adjourning to the bedroom and our big, king-sized bed, we shed
clothes and coupled up.  Kurt and I started with a 69 butt munching before
we got to dick sucking.  His face was in my ass, sniffing and licking and
sucking and moaning like he'd just discovered gold.  Not to put too fine a
point on it, but I was doing exactly the same thing.  This young man's butt
sure turned my crank!  But, he surprised me when he rolled a condom on to
HIS dick and flopped onto his back, his foot-long dick towering over his
cobblestone abs.  He smiled up at me and handed me the conveniently placed
lube.  "Gene and I have had a lot of fun from this position.  I'd love to
try it with you, Daddy," he grinned.

	Generously applying the lube to his bagged phallus and my wet
asshole, I straddled his hips and positioned myself carefully.  Rising up
on my knees, I leaned forward to accommodate his long monster.  The big
head pressed hard against my sphincter muscle, then slipped inside.  It
felt like I was sitting on Dave's dick, but with a little more thickness
and eventually, another long inch of length.  His big hands cupped my
muscled buns, raising and lowering my body on his deeply plunging butt
stretcher.  Kurt's muscles bulged as he aided me fucking myself on his
stiff dick.  I milked and chewed on his manhood, paying particular
attention to the big head each time he nearly exited his favorite daddy's
ass.

	From entry to climax, Kurt took less than a minute.  He was too
excited to hold back.  Watching him thrash beneath me brought flashing
images of Jerrod's big, black dick, pounding my hungry ass as I watched
Kurt's handsome face contort into his irresistible climax.  Impossibly, his
monster dick swelled inside me and bucked hard, each climax wave sending
shockwaves through my ass like I hadn't felt since, well, last night when
Dave fucked me senseless.

	After another minute of weakening thrusts into my ass, he opened
his eyes and smiled.  He pulled my face down to him and kissed me tenderly.
"I've missed you, Daddy," he whispered.

	"And I've missed your big dick and hot ass, Kurt," I replied.

	"Then, let's not waste any time," he rejoined, pulling me off his
very long, slowly shrinking dick.  "My ass always needs a good Daddy fuck."
He handed me the filled condom.  "I know how much you love my boy-cum," he
smiled.

	He flipped himself over into doggie style position, presenting his
big, muscle ass for exploration and fucking.  I renewed my lingual
acquaintance with his tight butthole, but as much as I enjoyed tonguing his
asshole, my aching, rock hard, leaking dick needed to unload my tight
balls' load of cream.  I bagged my dick quickly and pushed forward.  His
ass swallowed me whole in record time.  He was eager and practiced.  Gene's
10" dick had made frequent forays into this prime ass, stretching and
teaching it how to take big dick.

	Tall as Kurt and Gene are, they didn't make us feel like small men.
Their hunger for big dick and solid men had turned them into accomplished,
submissive bottoms.  Perhaps, submissive is overstating the case.  They
were aggressive bottoms, hardly submissive!  They knew what they wanted and
went after it.

	As I lazily plowed Kurt's hungry, eager ass, I finally glanced over
at Dave and Gene rutting next to us.  As I'd assumed earlier, Gene's legs
were draped over Dave's broad shoulders, greedily eating every inch of
Dave's black 11" licorice stick with Gene's deep, well-used butt.  He, too,
was used to a monster dick servicing him frequently.  Kurt's 12" of thick,
randy teenage dick had made at least daily deposits deep in his butt.  Gene
loved Dave's thick, curved, black scimitar powerfucking his deep ass.  His
hands pulled on Dave's round, melon-like ass globes, urging Dave to fuck
him harder and deeper.  They kissed passionately, snorting like stallions
breeding a favorite mare.

	"That's so fuckin' hot!" Kurt cooed, watching them as my dick
plowed his upturned ass.  "I love watching Dave's big dick feed a hungry
ass like Gene's."  I gripped his hips and pounded hard into him.  "But,
Daddy fucks best!" he giggled, remembering his manners.

	I leaned over his back and whispered in his ear, "And don't you
forget it, Sonny!"  I growled, grinding my 9" deep and hard into him (not
that he felt it, after taking Gene's 10" on a regular basis).  My hips
undulated against his ass, long strokes punching hard against his milking
ass muscles.  "You trying to get me off, Kurt?" I moaned into his ear.

	"I'm enjoying my daddy fuckin' my ass while my lover gets plowed by
the nicest black dick I've ever seen," he groaned, but continued his
unrelenting stroking of my pistoning butt probe.  "Besides, I love feeling
you flopping on my back as you cum in my ass!" he giggled.

	He knew what he liked and I wasn't about to discourage him.  So, I
began watching Dave and Gene mate, too.  From the noises they were making,
Gene was getting close to his climax.  Dave definitely was.  His snorts as
he sucked on Gene's hard dick and his rapidly thrusting hips deep into
Gene's welcoming ass confirmed that.  It was now only a question of which
one would cum first.

	Gene lost the battle of wills.  In one action-filled second, his
body stiffened, he croaked out a monosyllable of lust and rammed his dick
deeper into Dave's sucking mouth.  His butthole clamped down hard on to
Dave's thrusting, dark weapon, threatening to bite it off.  But, Dave was
so hard, pumping furiously into Gene that his steely dick couldn't have
been chewed off by a colony of gophers.  Dave swallowed and snorted loudly,
signaling his own climax.  His muffled roar gargled around Gene's spewing
10" member, swallowing again.

	Dave's climax asserted its dominance, forcing him to abandon Gene's
surging dick for his own need to deeply sow seed into Gene's thirstily
munching butthole and channel.  He raced violently forward and ground his
11" of meat completely into Gene.  Gene howled with lust, jacking his own
dick and eating greedily of Dave's curved monster up his hungry ass.

	I shuddered as Dave had lunged forward.  Knowing I was beyond
stopping, I plunged deeply into Kurt and flopped on his back as he'd
predicted.  Bolts of pleasure coursed through me as I pumped stream after
creamy stream of cum into the protective condom.  Kurt's bottoming skills
kept getting better.  The harder I came inside him, the more resolutely he
milked my pounding dick.

	He stretched out beneath me, dragging me down with him.  His large
hands gripped my clenching butt cheeks, forcing me to keep fucking.  He
relented stroking me with his milking channel, knowing that I became
super-sensitive to anything touching my slowly wilting, cum-drooling dick
after a climax as overwhelming as this one had been.

	I rolled off him, exiting with my flooded condom.  Kurt reached
over and pulled the condom off, dumping the contents between his open lips.
Smacking his appreciation for my bountiful crop of spermy cream, he leaned
over and kissed my wet dick, then, licked up the stray drops of cum not
captured by the condom.  "I do love your cum, Mike," he whispered in my ear
after kissing me on the lips and sharing my cream.  "I only wish I got it
all the time," he sighed.

	I looked at his smiling, handsome face.  "You get enough from Gene,
don't you?"  I asked.

	"Yeah, it's good and it's frequent, but it isn't yours," he smiled
back ruefully.  "You'll always be my daddy."


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