Date: Sat, 4 Aug 2001 16:36:21 -0700 From: gymhunk Subject: Black and White, Chapter 50 ALL DISCLAIMERS BLACK AND WHITE Chapter 50-The Housewarming Our remaining days off were a blur. We connected individually with Bud and Bruce (the powerlifting movers) at the gym. Both of them were insatiable bottoms. We fucked them hard in the steam room to their noisy squeals of delight. With Bruce, a straight guy nearly caught us, but Dave pulled out just in time to avoid detection. I'd already cum on Bruce's back before Dave got his turn. Upon reflection, we decided that they weren't very good as bottoms. They were eager enough, but just didn't take dick very well. We certainly weren't too big for them. Maybe, we weren't big enough! The twins (Keith and Karl) entertained us at their apartment with their matching, curved 10" cocks and hard, tight butts. After fucking them nearly senseless, we went back to our new place and showed them around. Of course, that led to another round of butt hammering. But, this time, it was our booties that took the pounding. They also informed us that they were seriously looking at a house or condo closer to their work and downtown, with Scott helping them look. We encouraged them to keep looking until they found what they wanted. There was no rush, as interest rates were down and would probably stay that way for at least six more months. Dan (the dark-haired, mustachioed mover) and his new boyfriend made it over on Friday night for dinner and a movie. However, as new boyfriends, they were still trying to decide where their sexual partner limits were. So, there was no sex with them. But afterwards, Dave and I enjoyed each other in an unhurried, deeply meaningful, and salacious fuck-fest that ran three hours of unrelenting fucking and sucking. And Paul (the blonde, hunky mover who had to check with his boyfriend) called to say that they would meet us for drinks downtown Saturday night to see if there was any chemistry among us. We were at the bar less than ten minutes when Les (the boyfriend) told us that we were wasting our time at the bar and should be back at our place, fucking his brains out. "I told ya they were hot," Paul laughed at his lover. "You should trust me on these things." "Usually, we don't like the same thing," Les defended. "But, you sure got it right this time. Both of you are just my type," he added including us in the conversation. "And what is your type, Les?" Dave asked. "Tall and hunky like Paul is a must, a non-smoker, non-drug user, employed, easy on the eyes, and easy to talk to are all in there somewhere. But after that, it's hard to describe. Mike has that mature, stable, daddy, come-fuck-me look that makes my ankles fill with helium." We smiled at his obvious reference to being a bottom. "And you, Dave, well, you're so fucking gorgeous I don't know where to start," he smiled. "Besides, Paul told me that both of you are well-hung and great tops." "And how would you know that, Paul?" I asked. "Well, not to let the cat out of the bag, but our clients are fair game when it comes to company gossip," he grinned. "Sean was discrete, but we finally wormed it out of him that he'd had the pleasure of your company one evening not too long ago. Of course, a bunch of gay men are gonna cut to the chase and find out ALL the meaningful data. I had to share that with Paul, you know." "We're getting a reputation, Dave," I smirked. "If it gets us hot men like these to share our bed, I don't see that as a negative," he observed, kissing Les lightly on the lips. "Thanks for taking us up on our offer," he added, sharing his next kiss with Paul. I was shamelessly groping both of them, first their dick bulges, then their tight, round butt mounds. Les had made it clear he's a bottom, but Paul was still an unknown in that department. We would soon find out. They were the same height (about 5'10"), with Paul outweighing his partner by a good 30 pounds of hard muscle. That's not to say that Les is a wimp. Far from it. He had a tighter musculature, more like a swimmer or runner than the bulk that Paul needed as a mover. Paul's blonde hair and smooth features contrasted with Les' swarthy, more Italian looks. Forsaking our house tour for the moment, we pulled them into the master bedroom. Dave suggested that as guests, they were to determine the positions and partners for the first round. They instantly made it clear that they'd already discussed who was going to be with whom and doing what. Les would be Dave's bottom and Paul would be my bottom. We smiled at the pairing, having discussed who we wanted to do first on our drive home from the bar, too. Our pairings agreed with theirs. But, they did have their differences. Paul wanted me to fuck him on his back and Les wanted Dave to mount him doggie style. Again, we were eager to fulfill their wishes. Paul looked over at Les and nodded, as they tugged off their clothes, but continued eyeing us. Les began his request by saying, "Uh, you'll probably think of this as kinda kinky, but Sean told us that you're both great butthole eater." We smiled and nodded, stripping down to only our underwear. "Oh, good!" he said relieved. "I was hoping that too was true," he grinned widely. "The big dick part is certainly right," he added, grabbing a handful of Dave's expanding, black horsedick. Paul did likewise to my throbbing member. They pulled off our underwear slowly. First mine, then Dave's hard cock hit our abs with a wet splat of precum when the elastic waist band of our shorts released our dicks. As if pre-scripted, they leaned in together, sniffing our crotch hair, nuzzling our full nuts, and moaning with desire. Paul pulled back and swiped at my dripping, throbbing dickhead, scooping up a big drop of clear, sweet precum. Les engulfed Dave's big dickhead, swallowing several inches of fat, obsidian butt stretcher before he pulled off enough to inhale again. Dave grasped Les' shoulders and pulled him to a standing position before him. He kissed Les on the lips gently. "My turn," he whispered. I repeated Dave's lead, and pulled down Paul's shorts to find a broad dick with a small head rolling into an upright, curved position. His 7" length throbbed in my hand as I steered it to my open mouth. Dave had already consumed Les' 6" slender dick. "I'll cum if you keep that up," Paul warned as I sucked him slowly, concentrating on the nerve bundle beneath the head. "I need that big daddy dick in my ass more than I need to cum." He moved on to the bed, lying on his back, his legs pulled into his chest. "Need something to munch on before you fuck me?" he asked coyly. I smiled. Pushing his legs harder into his chest, his ass rose a foot off the bed and spread his buttcheeks. I licked around his rosebud, slathering his hairy ass trench with my tongue, eliciting moans of pleasure and frustration from him. "Eat my hole, Man! FUCK!" he wailed. Les moaned just as loudly, but not with frustration, only pleasure. Dave had zeroed in on Les' hole and was lapping noisily as his tongue drilled deeper. "Oh, yeah! Fuck, Man! That's GOOD!" Les urged his benefactor. "Give it to me. Yeah, like that!" I gave in to Paul's continued pleadings. I tongue-speared his tight pucker and drilled deeply. "OH, FUCK! YEAH!" he shouted. "Damn! That's just what I need!" I pushed his legs harder, forcing his ass more off the bed. I licked, slurped, rimmed, and ate his hole. He had the back of my head in both hands, begging for more tongue in his butthole. I looked up and watched his toes curl each time my tongue entered him deeply. I smiled in spite of myself. "Mount me, big man!" Les insisted to Dave. "You need to fuck my hole until I'm hammered shit!" Dave laughed out loud. "Never heard that one before," he said. "But, I'm sure I can give you what you want," he growled. He pushed his fat dickhead against Les' back door, smearing precum around the tight rosebud. "You sure you can handle something this big?" he asked, quickly rolling on a condom. Les looked over his shoulder, checking again the size of the sausage that would soon be crammed deeply into his butthole. He smiled and nodded. "I've had `em about that big before," he smirked. "But, I doubt any of them were as long as that big horsedick monster," he added. "Well, I haven't," Paul protested. "So, take it easy on my tender butt, Mike." I told him that I'd be as gentle as I needed to be. I grabbed another condom and put it on. Paul pulled my face down and kissed me deeply. "Make love to me, Mike. I love a big dick in my ass, but not all at once." I nodded my understanding. My lubed cock rested against his tight rosebud, pressing harder against his opening. One finger, then two entered his ass. When I pulled out the two fingers, my dickhead slid inside, followed by three inches of thick shaft. Paul tensed up, then kissed me passionately, trying to overwhelm the sharp pain in his ass with passion until pleasure replaced the discomfort. I held still for nearly a minute while Paul adjusted. "Damn! You ARE tight!" I whispered to him, breaking the kiss. "Should I pull out until you're ready for more?" "NO!" he hoarsely replied. "The worst is over. I'm ready for more of that fat daddy dick," he smiled wanly. "You sure? You don't look it." He grimaced. "Look, I'm pulling out. Let your ass recover a little and I'll start again, when you're ready." He smiled with relief. Being a brave little soldier was not what was called for here. I whispered in his ear, "Not all good tops can be good bottoms." He smiled again. This time, there was recognition of a truth he hadn't faced before. I rubbed his nipples and kissed his neck and ears. He relaxed more. I tried entering him again, after applying more lube. This time was far more successful. He didn't grimace or groan with pain. His hands on my hard ass urging me deeper were a complete reversal of his earlier demeanor. I delivered more inches into him, then withdrew, making sure I hit his prostate with each thrust and pull back. His beaming face told me how much he enjoyed getting fucked by me. He pulled me in for another kiss, then told me he wanted all 9" in his asshole. I pushed deeper. He winced as I ground in the last thick inch. "Too much?" I asked. He nodded his head. "Just a little. Let me get used to it. Feed me more dick, but at a slower pace," he asked. I complied with his wishes. He was very tight inside, but extremely tight, the deeper I went. "You've never been fucked by a dick this size, have you, Paul?" "Never. And I thought it shouldn't be too tough. I know I love to get fucked, but never found a guy as big as you, and especially as big as Dave," he smiled. "Les and I fuck each other a lot. You'd think that would get us in practice." "Taking a big one takes practice and talent. But, it especially takes the right kind of ass channel. Yours bends or is too constricted to allow for deep fucking." "How's Les doing?" he asked as he turned to his lover. The smile on Les' face proved that he was far better than Paul at taking big dick. However, even his attempts at doggie style on 11" were a failure. He tried sitting on it, but he lacked a little less than two inches of taking it all. "Looks like he could do you, Mike." "This may look easy," Les breathed heavily, "but it ain't! This is one enormous cock." Dave looked over at me and smiled. "Seems that we have a couple of guys who need additional instruction on how to take big dick. However, as Mike pointed out, without the right physiology, all the desire you can muster won't be enough to take a dick as big as mine. Many men and most women can't." "Les has the right idea, though," I suggested to Paul. "Sitting on it does give you more control and it allows you to do it at your speed and depth instead of the guy fucking you. Wanna try that instead?" "Yeah," Paul agreed. "It has to be easier than this way." He pulled off my condomed cock while I rolled on to my back. I reached over and kissed Dave's hand (he smiled lovingly at me), then aimed my hard upright post toward Paul's hungry hole. "Feels so fuckin' good!" Paul sighed. But, again, he couldn't take me all the way. I was too long for him. So, he fucked himself on most of the shaft, making sure that my fat cockhead was striking his prostate with each thrust and descent. Les did a good imitation of what Paul was doing. However, he still lacked that last two inches. His butt just couldn't take something that big in his uninitiated asshole. "Too fuckin' BIG!" Les burst with frustration. "But, it sure does feel fine when I glide over that big dickhead, though," he smiled. Allowing our guests to set their own paces and depths, the lovers fucked themselves on our long, fat rods like they were fleshy dildos. With smiles on their faces, Les and Paul set individual paces that was sure to pleasure them. I rested my hands on Paul's hips, thrusting up into him, but not too deeply. Dave did the same. On cue, Paul and Les sprayed our chests with their creamy loads, jetting out hot ball honey in long, white ropes of spooge. They never were able to take either of us all the way, even when they were cumming. We weren't prepared for their fast climaxes or we'd have been squirting our loads into the condoms. But, their tickled prostates released the sudden flood, and it was over. They pulled off our hard cocks and licked up the spent loads of their lover from our chests. "I still can't believe anyone can take a cock as big as that up the ass," Les wondered. I smiled at Dave. He grinned back at me. "Demonstration?" I asked Dave. He nodded. "Doggie style?" "You know that's my favorite," I agreed. Moving to my hands and knees, I waved my round, hard ass at him. Dave's butteating tongue found my pucker and licked and slurped, gliding easily inside me. With a dollop of lube, he inserted one, then two, fingers. The blunt, dark head of his dick pressed against my familiar butthole. Dave sighed with pleasure and pushed harder. I relaxed and let him in. "Fuck!" Les moaned. "Bareback! I fuckin' love that!" "In a couple more months, we can, too, my love," Paul reminded him. "One more clean test and we'll be just as uninhibited as they are." "Look at that monster cock go in," Les said astonished. "And the smile on Mike's face says it all." "Yeah," Dave agreed. "Hot fuckin' ass!" "Big dicked tops sure know how to fuck," Paul sighed. "Mike knows how to fuck better than I do," Dave observed. "Best fuck I've ever had, that's for sure!" "Mike fucks you?" Paul asked bewildered. "Every chance I get," I smiled with pleasure. Dave's big dick had reached deeply into me. I could feel his wiry pubes scratching at my tight pucker. I gripped his big cock root with my butthole, and milked the long shaft with practiced internal stroking motions. "Oh, yeah!" Dave agreed. "And I love it most when he cums hard up my ass and leaves it in to drain more sperm into me." He sighed. "Fuck, Mike! You're getting as good as Robocop." "Robocop?" Les and Paul queried. "Yeah," Dave answered. "Cop friend of ours. He has a milking ass that'll draw the cum outta your balls whether you wanna cum or not! Fuck, Mike! I'm gonna cum!" "Pull out!" Paul insisted. "I wanna see that big thing shoot!" They got close to my ass as Dave pulled out and fucked hard twice at my ass trench, working the dickhead against my furry ass crack. The vacancy in my asshole was keenly felt. But, our guests would have been disappointed if Dave's big load disappeared up my hole with no one to enjoy it but me. I could get more loads later. Dave didn't disappoint them, though. His first stream of cum shot about a foot up my back. It felt hot and creamy. The second and third shots hit harder, spraying my right shoulder and arm. I lick off what I could reach. I felt tongues on my back lapping up the rest of Dave's cream. More dick juice shot from his 11" shooter, but Les had decided that if Paul were licking up cum from my back, he would get it directly from the source. Dave winced, but stroked off two more big volleys before he pulled away the overly sensitive cockhead, much to Les' chagrin. Instead of falling back on his ankles, Dave shoved forward into my ass in one long lunge. I'd been gored before, but this was a big surprise. I leaped forward like I was trying to get away, but Dave pursued me to the bed and ground in. He fucked me hard and deep to get the last urgent pleasures from his still squirting cock. Getting used to his horsecock again, I backed up and let him ride me as hard, deep, and fast as he needed to. There was no point in trying to milk more cum from him. He'd only pull out because of the sensitive head. And I wanted as many of his black babies to drain into me as I could get. Dave's heavy breathing subsided as he kissed my ear. "You ARE the best fuck on the planet," he whispered. "Even when I don't get to fuck all my cum into you, you're still the best." I moaned in appreciation. "Fuck! Would you look at that!" Les pointed. "All that big dick all the way in. DAMN!" "How does it feel, Mike?" Paul asked smiling. "Wonderful," I whispered dreamily. "Big, deep, and leaking cum." "Amazing," Les said. "Wish I could take it all. And bareback, too. WOOF!" "All in good time, my love," Paul murmured. We said our good-byes at the door, but not before our visitors squeezed our dicks and butts one last time. "Nice guys," I observed. "Yeah, but they sure don't know the first thing about takin' big dick, do they?" "They aren't as practiced as we are," I cautioned. "You started out with my big dick up your ass, not an average one, so it isn't quite fair to compare their experiences and yours." "I'd rather compare your dick up my ass," Dave leered. I took him doggie style on the living room rug, eating his hole as the only lube before I mounted and bred his hole deeply. I came a gallon, I'm sure. It felt like I'd never stop squirting hot, creamy sperm into him. "You're still the fuckin' best fucker around!" he moaned when I pulled out. Suddenly, he raced to the bathroom. Evidently, I had cum a gallon! But, payback's a bitch. He nailed my ass to the bed when we retired for the night. He was on me and in me for a good hour before his big nuts gave up an enormous load deep in my ass. Although he'd gotten heavy, I didn't mind that he fell asleep on my back, his dick still deep in me. Finally, I rolled him on to his side, still connected. I fell asleep, too. I knew the danger of allowing his cock to stay in my ass when he'd fallen asleep. But, being bred again by this horse-hung stallion was worth it. When you love a man as much as I do Dave, having that big-dicked, hard-muscled stud making love to you several times a day would be pure pleasure, never a problem. "I love you," I heard in a fog. "And making love to you is one of the ways I show it," he added with emphasis, sliding his very hard cock deeper into my welcoming hole. I was awake for sure, now. Something of that thickness and length doesn't go high up your bootie without causing "wake up" alarms to clang loudly. I moaned with pleasure and backed up on to him. "Ready for another big load, Mike?" "I'm always ready for your load, Sweetcheeks," I murmured. "But, I'm sitting on it this time. I want you to thrust so hard up into me that when you hammer that sweet, creamy load high up my thirsty asshole, it'll shoot out my nose." I rolled on top of him and turned around to face him, sitting. His big dick was completely inside me. My hard cock waved in his face. "You are gonna get SO fucked!" Dave smiled at me. "I'm counting on it," I smiled down at him. "I want this to be your climax. I want you fucking me as hard and deep and fast as you want to attain a body-shaking climax, Dave. Don't think about my needs. I want your needs met and your hot cum high up my asshole." He smiled up at me again. "You are so selfless. But, you know I need these sessions every once in a while where I just use you like a thing to take my sperm." "I know," I grinned. "That's why I'm doing it. All men need that unbridled animal sex experience. Pull out all the stops, Babe! I need to be fucked and fucked and FUCKED!" Dave had already started and the first thrust was VERY deep. It nearly hurt, but a good kind of hurt. He'd taken me at my word. His thrusts were fierce and deep. I was going to be bucked off if I didn't change my position. Instead of squatting over his black pile driver, I moved to sit on it, using my hands on his hard pex to keep from being rocketed forward with each of his deep, vicious thrusts into me. Dave was going all out. He was looking into my eyes, telling me how much he loved fucking me, breeding my hole, hammering my ass. He glanced at my bouncing, jerking dick, grinning at the threads of silvery precum being smeared and tossed on to his abs. "I'm gonna breed that fuckin' ass SO good!" "Hammer it, Man! Don't hold back. You know I can take it. Fuck me, Dave! Fuck ME!" Dave didn't need the encouragement. A stream of hot, nasty chatter rolled from him each time his big dick drilled high up my ass. "Fuckin' BREEDIN' that hole!" he shouted. "Gonna cum, Mike! FUCK!" I sat hard on his horsedick and rode him. His thrusts grew even more savage, but I loved it. His hands on my hips forced me down hard on his thrusting pelvis, impaling me deeply on his monster cock. I milked his dick with my guts, moving just the right amount to create friction he couldn't resist. "FUCK!" he exploded and held me forcefully on his lap as his hips banged away at my hungry butthole. His eyes were squeezed shut, hoping to hold off the bone- rattling climax that overtook him. But, it didn't work. I twisted his erect nips and felt his fat cock jerk in my ass as the first huge wad of cream jetted into me. "BREED ME, FUCKER!" I yelled. "FUCK my ASS!" I pulled my pud once more, then shot multiple heavy white ropes of cum across his abs, chest, shoulders, and face. "Yeah, Dave! Fuck that asshole! Give it to me!" I begged. With a last shudder, my climax waned and his abated. He kept fucking me because it felt so good to keep going. Sweat poured from his face, the exertion had been tremendous. My cum rolled off his body, soaking his sides and the sheet beneath. "Fuckin' GREAT!" Dave moaned. "It just gets better and better!" He scooped up some of my cum from his abs and licked his fingers. "Fuckin' great!" he repeated. I remained seated on his lap, his hard cock slowly softening and shrinking. I was in no hurry to pull off. But, Dave warned me that he felt cum dripping around his balls, so I wasn't going to be able to hold all that cum he'd pumped in me tonight. He was right. As soon as I pulled off, I dashed for the bathroom. His black babies exited in a loud splash, accompanied by escaping gas. That made both of us laugh. "Remember when you did that farting walk when we first got together," Dave recalled. "I didn't know if I'd ever stop laughing." I laughed with him. It was pretty funny upon reflection. A few months' time had made a difference that moved it from mortifyingly embarrassing to funny. I moved in next to him, spooning my back and butt into his abs and leaking dick. "You can push that big, leaking cock back up my ass if you want to," I suggested. "I love that big monster in me." "It's pretty shrunk up," Dave said. "But, it's still leaking." He pushed it against my back door and entered easily. All that cum did act as an excellent lube. We sighed together. "You're taking an awful risk," Dave began. "It could get happy again and wanna fuck," he warned. "Worth the risk," I smiled, and backed on to him more. I had about six inches in me, but it was still shrinking. When flaccid, Dave was about 5", a mighty weapon in any arsenal. But, during the balance of the night, one of us rolled away, disconnecting us. My ass was safe for a while. Sunday, Steve, Brad, Jim, and Jeff came over for lunch. They got the grand tour, taking time to enjoy the sunroom on a partly cloudy day. Jim and Jeff had school the next day, so Steve took them home, but returned for some bedroom sports. Brad had already fucked my ass until I couldn't take it any more (14" is too much even for me!), so I was hammering on his butt while Dave was the recipient of those legendary inches. I have no idea how Dave was able to take so much meat up his ass and still be tight for me. But, he was. The doorbell rang. I knew it was Steve begging for re-entry. "Fuck!" I said under my breath. "I'll get it," I added more loudly. "You're more `involved' than I am," I grinned. I raced down the hallway and let Steve in. "I see you've started ahead of me," he smiled at my condom- covered erect cock. "I'm sure Brad loved it. But," he said turning me about and taking me by the arm, "that dick's for me, not him." Steve dropped clothes and shoes along the way. I helped myself to another condom and pushed Steve's legs into his chest. His clean hole beckoned me forward. My tongue speared his winking pucker and entered. Brad had been in there recently. I could taste his distinctive sperm. "Yeah, that's it, Mike. Eat that hot manhole out!" He moaned more as my wet tongue shot deeper. "Can you taste Brad in there? He loves to fill me with his black babies." I moaned out an affirmative, but didn't relinquish his tasty butthole for a second. "I'll bet you'd love more of his babies, wouldn't ya?" Steve asked huskily. He rolled over and squatted near the edge of the bed. I flipped over, and with my head on the edge of the bed (face up), I rimmed Steve like it was my Last Supper. He had the right idea, but I think Brad had shot so far up Steve's ass that there was no cum to liberate. The little bit that I'd gotten was probably squeezed out as Brad exited Steve's well-fucked hole. Moving again, I pushed Steve on to all fours and mounted him in one deep plunge. "Fuck! YEAH! Love a big cock in my ass!" Steve breathed hard. "FUCK! All the fuckin' way!" Hearing his lover carry on in such a "disgraceful manner," Brad let out a shout that was heard in the next county. "TAKE IT! FUCKIN' HOT ASS!" and came in huge climax waves that shook the bed. Dave pulled Brad harder into his ass and milked him. I could see the concentration on Dave's brow that signaled his milking mode. "Fuckin' HOT!" Brad repeated, slowing his thrusts and regaining control over his body. "Shit, Man!" he added pulling out of Dave's hammered hole. "You're almost as good a fuck as Steve. You'd better watch out, Mike. I'll be wanting this one!" "Stand in line, FAR behind me. He's not that easy to get," I smiled. "You gotta go through me first, and I'm not budging." "I know," Brad acknowledged, handing the filled condom to Dave. "But, he's something else, I'll tell ya. The man could make a fortune in porno films. He's got all the qualities they love: big cock, hot body, gorgeous face, even takes cock up the ass." "I don't think they could afford me," Dave allowed. "I have very expensive tastes, starting with Mike. He may be easy, but he's not cheap!" "Thanks, I think," I laughed. "I understand you don't really do very well making a living in porno, Brad. All the real money is made in escorting and personal appearances. Besides, I know the black vids are a special niche market. They don't have the wide appeal that the white boys have. Racist, but true?" "You've been doing your homework, Mike," Brad replied cleaning up. "How'd you know?" "I've been reading some of the `trade' publications which included interviews with some of the stars. They all said that you have a few years of good money, but you have to have a real career. And who'll hire your ass when you're known as a washed-up porn star? Doesn't sound like much of a career move. No offense, Brad," I added hastily. "None taken. And you're absolutely right. Even the big stars moan, bitch, and complain about how little they see of the proceeds from their movies," he sighed. "I'm one of the bigger stars they've got on black vids and I only make enough to just get by. If I hadn't been told by one of the veterans to keep my real job, I'd be far worse off than I am now. So, I kept that travel agent job (which is not that great of a job, but it pays the bills). Of course," he added, smiling at Steve, "it helps to marry well." We laughed. "That helps in any situation, Brad," Dave corrected. "I married well, and I know it!" "Au contraire, mon ami!" I interrupted. "I married a big-shot, corporate lawyer with a big dick. You just married a bean-counter with a middlin' dick." "A big dick and a hot ass, Mike," Dave laughed. "And you do okay in the salary department for a bureaucrat." "You both did well," Steve said agreeably. "I'd take on either one of you, if I didn't already have Brad. Of course, it's a nice added benefit that he has a big cock, but that's not why I married him." "And that was?" asked Brad with a leer. "You got a hot, black butt that I love to eat and fuck!" Steve laughed. "You know there's more to you than your physical attributes, my dear. I love you for whom you are inside, and how happy I am when I'm with you. I'm not sure I can explain it any better than that." "Yeah," Dave sighed. "I can't explain it, either. Mike does something for me that no one else ever has, nor probably ever will. There's that special something, which can't be quantified or neatly packaged. It's a feeling of completeness when I'm with him, a contentment," he smiled, and hugged me. Monday night, we entertained our neighbors, Robert and Gary. Both of them reminded us again that despite their size, they're a couple of the best bottoms around. Of course, Dave got Robert and I hammered Gary's beautiful, tight, black ass. It almost seemed a shame to not sit on their big dicks, but they sucked each other off in a 69 arrangement while we worked them over doggie style. Before they went home, they insisted that we decide on a date or dates when we wanted to do an open house or housewarming. After we agreed that we wanted to do two events (one for family, new neighbors, and straight friends and a second party for the queers), they further insisted that they'd take care of all the details, including invitations. "That's too much work," Dave protested. "And it's our housewarming." "And Bobbie has nothing better to do now that the season's over," Gary pointed out. "Yeah," Robert agreed. "Besides, there's this new program with lots of computer graphics and special fonts I wanna try out. Designing and printing off a bunch of invitations would be a great way to test it. I was thinking of two different invitations: one for the neighbors and family and another, more scandalous one, for your queer friends." We agreed to their proposal, but we wanted right of review before the invitations went out. Uncertainty clouded our faces, not knowing if their ideas of good taste agreed with ours. He suggested the invitation for family and neighbors be a simple, single page with party balloons, confetti, and other decorations arranged around the basic data: what, where, when, who, and why. The one for the gay men in our lives would include party balloons and confetti, but the other decorations would be various hunky men in compromising poses with other men. Nothing "showing", but the inferences were gonna be clear enough. The photos of the men were to be all black/white couples like Dave and me. Of course, prominent on the flyer was going to be a scanned the picture taken last summer of us sitting on the deck of the old house with me in Dave's lap, both showing obvious bulges. We agreed that the housewarming party for family and neighbors would be the third weekend of February and the one for friends would be the last weekend of the month. Gene (from Las Vegas) had his interview changed and would be in town that last weekend, so the timing would be perfect. Both housewarming parties would occur on Saturday. Additionally, we discussed the menu of canapes, etc. and what to offer for drinks. To keep the parties under control, we'd only do beer and wine. "We've seen how blasted the neighbors can get on the hard stuff, so I recommend sticking with beer and wine," Robert informed us. "I think that's a good idea for your gay friends, too." Dave and I nodded our agreement. This was getting easier with each decision. Dave suggested that we crack open the bottle of 200-year- old Grand Marnier to toast to the new house at each party. One small aperitif glass each, he suggested. I warned Dave that I thought it wouldn't stretch that far. After doing a quick count of whom we wanted to invite, he agreed we'd not have enough to make it through the second party. "I'll call Uncle Clay and ask him to send one up," I volunteered. I called him immediately, but he insisted that they'd bring up two bottles as housewarming gifts, assuming they were invited. "Of course, you are," I assured him. "And bring what's-his- name, you know, that guy you're sleeping with, too. You'll get the invitation this weekend." Clay laughed. "And you don't need to worry about finding a bedroom for us," he said. "The chain has properties there that we'll be staying at for free. You can keep your bedrooms available for other guests and trysts!" He knows us so well. After hanging up, I asked Robert when he thought he'd have the invitations done. "No later than day after tomorrow. Why not come down for dinner on Thursday and I'll show you what I've got?" he suggested. "We already know what you've got," Dave laughed. "And it sure would feel good up my butt." "A rain check," Robert protested. "I'm fucked out. You guys really hammered us and then Gary drained me, so I'm done for the night." "Yeah, once is enough for the old man," Gary sighed with a devilish grin. "But, he's good to me. If I want more, I can always talk him into another round." "That he can," Robert allowed with a winning smile. "He can talk me into anything. He knows how to manipulate me into agreeing with just about any crazy scheme he can come up with." "So can he," Dave and I said in unison, pointing at each other, then laughed. "Well, it's true," Dave pressed. "You always get your way." "Bullshit!" I laughed. "You always get YOUR way!" "Yeah, sure," Gary broke in. "Like either one of you headstrong guys could be manipulated. You happen to agree with your lover on nearly everything. It's hard to manipulate someone who already agrees with ya." We grinned at the truth of his observation. Thursday night, we had a great dinner cooked by Robert, with capable assistance from Gary. It was a simple chicken pasta dinner with a side salad and steamed broccoli. Gary had found an amazing cookie mix in a tub at Costco, which we'd missed. It was Key Lime Cookies with white chocolate chips. He'd added macadamia nuts for more crunches. We polished off the entire batch. And the invitations were perfect. He'd added a request to RSVP, so we'd know how much food and drink to prepare and a statement that kids weren't invited (but more tactfully). "As alcohol will be served, no children, please." Of course, that caveat wasn't necessary for the gays-only party. We didn't have any suggestions for changes. Robert printed off one copy of each to be sure it was properly aligned and ready to send. Their printer gave a true version of what we'd seen on the screen. We spent the rest of the evening creating the list of invitees. The neighbors were easy, as Robert had a list of whom all the neighbors are. "Besides," he added, "I'm just gonna drop them off at each house tomorrow rather than waste time with sending them through the postal service." We added Dave's parents and brothers, and a couple of people from his office, including his boss. I added some folks from my office. The total came to 45 people. "Some of the people from the `hood won't make it, too," Robert assured us. "So, the count will probably be around 30 or so." I looked concerned. "Don't worry about knowing these people. They're very good at entertaining themselves. And your house is perfect for parties. Thirty to forty will be an easy number." "Okay," Dave sighed with relief. "Give me five invitations and I'll hand them out to family and the office. How many do you need Mike?" "Uh, four," I replied. "I know my boss can't make it as he's out of town that week. But, it wouldn't be proper not to invite him." I was still concerned about the count. "You sure we have enough of the old Grand Marnier to serve maybe 40 people?" "We've been into it already," Dave remembered. "Maybe not." I called Uncle Clay again, telling him of our planned toast with the old Grand Marnier. He promised to airfreight two bottles in a special package tomorrow morning. We breathed a sigh of relief. "You know, it would be fun to do a taste test like we did in Las Vegas," Dave mused. "Better add ordinary Grand Marnier to our shopping list for this weekend. I don't think we have enough of the regular stuff to go around." I agreed to make a note of it when we got home. "Okay," Gary prompted. "Now, the gay boys list." "This will take some thought," Dave murmured. "Who'll take dictation?" Robert volunteered. "Add names as you think of them, too, Mike." I nodded. "Gotta invite my brother Donnie, Brad and Steve and Steve's sons, Jeff and Jim. Then, the coaches and Cousin Roger and Jim." "Oh, yeah, Cousin Larry and Peter and John," I added. "Yeah, and how about your brother, Robert? Is Ray doing anyone right now?" "I think so, but I don't know if it's still on or not," Robert revealed. "He was really hot for this guy, but I don't know if his silence means they're fucking all the time or it's over and he doesn't wanna talk about it. I'll give him a call." Robert rose and made the call. While he was gone, Gary took over the steno duties. "So," Dave continued, "we need to add Robocop and Bob, Big and Little John, and Will for sure (WOOF!)." "Pig!" I laughed. "And add George the bartender and Ron from Costco and his lover, oh, and Eric, Jim's bodybuilder friend, and Kurt for sure!" "For sure!" Dave laughed. "You getting all this, Gary?" "Every word," he smiled. "I should see if I can find Tony Blodgett and his new boyfriend. What's his name, Mike?" Dave asked. "John Gabriel." "Yeah," Dave agreed. "Add him, too, Gary." "How about Trevor, the trainer at the gym?" I wondered. "Sure," Dave smiled. "So many of these men I'd love to fuck again and again!" "Shit!" I nearly exploded. "We gotta invite Gene, the security- guard-plus-bodybuilder from Las Vegas. He'll be here interviewing with the team that weekend." "Oh, and that reminds me we promised Joe and Mike that we'd invite them," Dave remembered. "Las Vegas boys," Dave said as an aside to Gary who was still furiously scribbling. Gary nodded. "Who else have we forgotten?" "Uh, the Texas Trout," I smiled. "And Scott Erskine because he sold us the place." "Texas Trout?" Gary asked. "Yeah, Junior," I replied. "His first name is Beauford, but I don't know his last name. "We'll have to call him. I don't know his address, either." Gary smiled knowing there was a story here, but would wait until we were done with the list. "And the boys from the clinic," Dave reminded me. "Yeah, add Keith and Karl. Which means I nearly forgot to ask Dr. Hartung. He'd never forgive me for not inviting him to this collection-o'-hunks party," I laughed. Robert had returned. "Add Ray. No boyfriend." He took the list back from Gary. "Wow! Some list." "What about our queer neighbors?" I asked. "I think it would be incredibly tacky to invite them to only the neighbors and friends party and not the queers party." "Add them," Dave decided. "All three couples, including these two perverts," he laughed. "Geez!" I slapped my head. "We almost forgot Uncle Clay and Linc!" Gary added them at the top of the list. "What's the count?" I asked with trepidation. Robert started counting with Gary looking over his shoulder. "Forty-one counting you two." "About the same size as the neighbors party," Dave observed. "Print up a few extra invitations from this crowd in case we remember others that we should've included," I suggested. "Amazing," Dave said shaking his head. "We've slept with every one of these guys in less than a year. That's a lot of hot sex." "Well, nearly everyone," I corrected. "We haven't done Uncle Clay and Linc, nor have we had Phil and Farrell." "True enough," Dave said. "But, DAYUM! That's a lot of men to fuck with in less than a year." "We have been busy," I allowed. "Not interrupt your reverie," Gary smiled, "but I gotta hear about the Texas Trout." We told him all the gory details, including Junior's unbelievable ability to recover and fuck again after ten minutes, time after time. "A white boy with 12"? This I gotta see!" "Kurt has about 12", too," Dave added. "You gotta be shittin' me!" We assured him we weren't. "His cute, black ass is so hungry for big dick!" Robert laughed. "He'll be scoutin' out those boys like a bloodhound." "I'm just comparison shopping," Gary allowed. "Besides, I still don't believe 12" on a white boy!" "I'm taking away your charge card, Buckwheat!" "Just checking over the menu, Bobbie," Gary defended. "I'll never leave you for a bigger dick. I love you for your other qualities, like your big ass!" he laughed and ran from the room before Robert could pounce and pound him to a pulp. Robert was laughing, too. "Buckwheat's gonna be in some kinda trouble when I get my hands on him," he shouted loud enough for Gary to hear him in the other room. Gary poked his head around the corner. "I sure hope you mean that," he grinned. "I'd love to sit on that big, white dick anytime you wanna plow my ass, Wide Receiver." Gary returned with a tray of aperitif glasses filled with Chambord. "To a successful TWO housewarmings!" he toasted. We raised our glasses in agreement. Uncle Clay had read our minds about the regular Grand Marnier. The box arrived on Saturday morning containing three bottles, two of the 200-year-old vintage and one of the regular. With the enclosed note, he suggested (if we hadn't thought of it already) that we do a comparison taste test. "That's always a great ice breaker at any party," the note added. I crossed Grand Marnier off our shopping list. The only one we added was Sean. His fat 10" cock and creamy skin reminded us what a great fuck he was. He was the best of the movers, we concluded. He made the count 42. The day of the neighbors and friends party arrived. Gary and Robert arrived early to prepare the hors d'oeuvres. When preparations were complete, Robert greeted the guests, introduced us and directed them to the chilled wines, beer, and food. Gary started out as tour guide, but that duty was quickly ignored as more guests arrived and additional food and wine needed to be pulled from the refrigerator or wine fridge. And Robert had been right. They entertained themselves with occasional forays for more food and drink. We circulated getting to know as many as we could. After gushing about the "lovely home and sunroom," nearly all of them wanted to share their version of what had gone on in the house before we'd moved in. The rumors were rampant. "She always was a bitch," was the common conclusion. "I'd have ditched her long ago," confided another. But, no one seemed to be aware that Nick and Mark had been fucking around with the man of the house. And it was another man or men, not another woman how had caused the final split. We weren't about to set the record straight, either. Nick and Mark only smiled knowingly when the subject was brought up to them, clucking appropriately at the right places in the retelling. "No great loss to the neighborhood. They never participated in our parties," sniffed another. "But, you'll be a great addition to the neighborhood. Already we like you and your lovely home. This sunroom is such a great idea. And the remodel is fabulous!" raved several of the matrons. The men were more reserved, figuring out that we were "a couple" (the fourth one on the block), but they warmed to us quickly enough when we brought out the Grand Marnier for the taste test. They universally acclaimed the 200-year-old vintage, asking where we'd gotten it. We retold the story of discovery and comparison in Las Vegas many times. "The old Grand Marnier is so smooth, especially when you compare it to the usual stuff we're used to drinking," chimed in one of the daddies that Dave and I wanted to get to know better. There was general agreement with that praise. We smiled, assuring the hot daddy that we agreed with his assessment. But, his wife grabbed him quickly before we could get "closer" to him. By the end of the evening, even the men were telling us what a great idea we'd had to exclude children from the party. "We needed to get away from the rug rats for a while and just unwind. Please, do it again, soon!" they concluded. We smiled at their genuine warmth, promising to make this the party house for the block. There were suggestions for a Cinco de Mayo party, a block party for the 4th of July, as well as a wine tasting bash we all could do at the local wineries. We agreed that we'd think about it. "And next time," several offered, "let us bring most of the food and drink. You just supply the location." As it was, they'd brought many bottles of wine and hors d'oeuvres as housewarming gifts. They didn't know us well enough to know what types of gifts would have been more appropriate. I could only think of more condoms and lube, as we were running low on both. I wanted to suggest that to the hot daddy, but restrained myself. He was gorgeous! Perhaps, some other time. But, as the party broke up, he asked Dave and me what gym we went to as we both looked like we worked out. We told him of the local 24-Hour Fitness Gym (without mentioning how gay it was). He said that at 33, he needed to do something before his body went completely to hell. I assured him that 33 wasn't the end of the world, as that was my age as well. (He happened to be a day older than I, a fact that I would tease him about unmercifully in the future.) He asked if he could train with us, so he could do it correctly and be inspired to keep at it. Dave assured him that we'd help him out as much as we could, but part of his membership included at least a couple of sessions with one of the professional trainers. When everyone left and the house had been cleaned up, Gary and Robert asked us what we thought of Dale, the hot daddy who lived on the other side of us. We smiled conspiratorially. "He wants to join our gym and have us work out with him," Dave revealed. "Let me know when he goes there," Gary leered. "I wanna see that hot ass of his naked!" "He may decide to change at home," I warned. "Shit! He wouldn't DARE!" Dave laughed. "The man is such a daddy. He's surely competition for Joe from Las Vegas." "Yeah, he's that and more," I smirked. "You recruiting for more men?" "We can always use more fuck buddies." "How about us?" Robert protested. "I was hoping you'd say that," Dave smiled evilly. "How about a ride on my fat, black cock, Robert?" I already had my hand down the back of Gary's pants. "Mike's fingers have told Gary what he has in mind, I see." Gary grinned and bent over farther, loosening his pants. "Gawd!" I moaned. "What a tight fuckin' ass!" My hand continued to massage his sweet buns. My fingers probed his dark, deep hole. The index finger slid inside and found his prostate. Gary's pants hit the floor and his cock bounced up, slapping his abs with a precum- soaked splat. Gary turned and pulled my pants down, engulfing my rapidly expanding cock as he bent over. His position allowed my fingers to enter him deeper. I hit his prostate again, hard. His fat, 9", curved cock slapped his abs again. Gary pulled off, gasping for breath. "Fuck! Give this man a condom. I gotta get FUCKED!" "Step outta those pants and let's get more comfortable," I whispered in his ear as I stepped out of mine. With my fingers still in his ass, I directed him to the bedroom. He climbed on to the bed doggie style. His butt wiggled and pushed back on my hand. "Fuckin' hammer my ass with your big dick, Mike!" he begged. His lover's dick was certainly bigger, but mine was available. That's all he needed to know. I felt Robert roll on to the bed next to Gary. His legs were pulled into his chest, Dave's face in his ass. Gary moaned, reminding me that I was his conquest. But, Dave's face in the big ass of the football player had me distracted. "Let's move, Gary," I directed. "I gotta sit on Robert's big moustache while I fuck you." Gary looked around and grinned. He instantly liked the idea. "You can fuck my ass and sit on his face, and I'll be rubbing my hard cock into his chest hair while I blow him. I love fucking his big, hairy chest," added Gary gleefully. I assumed an inverted crab stance (face up), my butt in Robert's face, my hands beside his head and feet by his hips. I squatted over his huge, bushy moustache, enjoying the tickle of the hair and the velvet softness of his tongue as it slithered up my hole. "FUCK!" I moaned. "That feels so good!" "You don't know the half of it," Gary smiled as he backed on to my hard, pulsating cock. His hungry hole ate my dick an inch at a time, groaning with heightening pleasure with each thick inch speeding up his butt. "Yeah, FUCK, yeah!" he moaned. He'd backed on to me completely. I relaxed and let him drill himself, as my back door enjoyed the oral ministrations of his lover. Meanwhile, Dave had mounted Robert. He'd buried his thick 11" monster in the wide, white asshole of Robert's football player butt. "Great fuckin' ass, Robert. Real friendly-like." Leaning in only slightly, Dave was able to swallow Gary's black 9" poker. "Oh, FUCK!" Gary shuddered. "I'll cum for sure if you keep that up." I didn't know if he meant my fat dickhead probing his deepest regions or Dave's oral skills. In either case, it was probably too late to back off. Gary was tensed up, trying vainly to hold back a sure climax of monumental proportions. "FUCK!" he roared, and impaled himself hard on my cock. I didn't know if he was trying to get away from Dave's sucking or needed to get fucked harder. I decided the latter. "Take it, Fucker!" I growled as I slammed into him at warp speed, raking his prostate with my thick shaft, looking for that special tight place that I'd found which would stimulate my dick to squirt hot sperm into his tight, black hole. Robert pulled my ass cheeks apart and speared my hole. A finger slid inside, hitting my prostate. It was all over. With one hard thrust, I exploded deep inside Gary. Volley after scalding volley of hot dick cream crashed into him. Gary's hole began stroking my firing dick in staccato fashion. He was cumming, too. "SHIT!" he yowled. Dave moaned and swallowed Gary's sweet ball honey at it jetted from his jerking dick. Robert shouted, "FUCK!" as Gary drank one thick creamy rope after another from Robert's shooting dick. The extra stimulation pushed Dave over the edge as well, filling the condom in Robert's big, white, muscled asshole. His big moustache raked across my raw pucker making me howl with pleasure, jetting more cum into his lover's butt. We thrashed, crashed, shoved, and hammered each other until our spasming climaxes waned, then ended. Out of breath, we rolled away from our awkward positions, but with smiles of abject pleasure plastered across our faces. "This is the kind of housewarming I was thinking of," Dave sighed. "DAMN!" Our housewarming hosts tugged on their clothes, kissed us good night and left. Dave and I snuggled into bed after showers, exhausted. "Great party," I sighed. "Nice neighbors, especially Dale. There's some potential there." "Not everyone is gay or wants man-to-man sex, Mike," Dave warned. "But, I'd sure love to push him as far as I can to find out if he wants to audition (even temporarily) for our team. What a honey!" "There's an amen in this corner," I agreed yawning. "But, not tonight. I'm bushed." If there was a retort, I didn't hear it. I was asleep. More to cum for sure! The gay housewarming will be a lot of fun! Comments to gymhunk@msn.com