John and Jim

John and Jim

Chapter 3--Jim's Story

"I told ya that I was the middle of three boys," Jim began. "My older brother and I were about 18 months apart in age. We shared a bedroom, because my younger brother was four years younger and was the baby of the family. The arrangement started out that way and stayed that way. I didn't mind at all. I had a serious case of hero worship goin' on with my older brother, Markus. I'd do anything he wanted. He was tall, good looking, athletic, popular with everyone (boys and girls), and a good student. He was a tough act to follow, but I was determined to be everything he was, and more. Nearly all my growing up years, I was about his height and weight, despite the difference in age. By the time I was 12 and he was 14, we both stood 6' tall and weighed about 160." Folks often mistook us for twins.

"I don't remember when we started jackin' our dicks, but we were both young and had discovered it independently. He caught me at it one night and asked me if jackin' made my dick tender to the touch after the good feelin' (as he called it) crashed over me. I assured him that even touching the head after the big tingling feeling made me jump. He wanted to watch me jack, so I went back to my fun and he jacked with me. But, he was using hand lotion and I was jacking dry. He added lotion to my dick and I hit the wall almost instantly. It sure felt good."

"Yeah," I interjected. "I remember the first time I jacked and hit a climax. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I did it several times a day after that first rush."

Jim smiled, recalling his youthful jacking sessions with his brother. "We stroked with each other morning and night from then on. By the time I was 10 or so, we were strokin' each other's dick. When Markus hit a wet climax, we were both scared that he'd broken something, so we stopped for a couple of day. But, we missed our fun sessions, so we got back to it, even though Markus might have `ruined his dick' as he put it. It couldn't have been more than a few days later, maybe a week, when he came home with the news that he was squirting baby-making juice, and his dick wasn't ruined. It was about a year after that that I had my first wet load."

"On his 14th birthday, he had his best friend (Rashawn) sleepover with him. His bed wasn't big enough for both of them to sleep in, so Dad had rolled out two sleeping bags on the floor, so they could be close together. He told me to leave them be, and not try to get into their conversations or time together. This was Markus' friend, not mine, he'd said. So, be a good brother and mind your own business. Well, you know I couldn't do that. I was checkin' him out. I always thought he was a cool guy, athletic like my brother, and tall. Both of them played on the school basketball and football teams. I'd seen other dicks at school in the locker room, but it was always kids my age, most of whom were just starting puberty and weren't as far along in their development as I was."

"And that's been some development," I agreed, running my hands over his muscles, round, high ass, and heavy hose.

He squirmed and kissed me. "You wanna hear the rest of this or fuck?" he grinned, kissing me again.

"Can't it be both?"

He smiled. "I suppose we could. How about as I tell you what happened, you do it?" I grinned at the idea and nodded. "I'll be getting to some of the good parts right away," he smiled. "So, they were on the floor, sleeping bags next to each other and I was in my bed. I wanted to jack off, but I didn't wanna do it in front of Rashawn." Jim lay on the floor and I lay face down on the bed, watching him. "They were talking in low whispers and I was straining to hear them. Dad had said not to get into their conversations, but hadn't said I couldn't listen. So, they were giggling and talking. I heard Markus say that the sleeping bag was too hot and he was going to lie on top of it. Rashawn did the same, revealing that he wore nothing to bed."

"What about you guys?" I interrupted.

"We were out of the pajamas phase, but still wore briefs," Jim explained. "By looking over the side of my bed, I could see them lying there next to each other. Rashawn had a really hard dick, pointing up toward his chest. I could see it thumping in time to his heartbeat."

"I'm sure that got your attention," I grinned, noting Jim's hard dick pointing skyward. "So, what did you do?"

"I stared and stared. Markus was looking at it, too. His dick was rising and Rashawn noticed. Casually, he reached over and grabbed my brother's hard dick and started to stroke it, just like Markus and I did," Jim smiled and nodded. Taking my cue, I rolled off the bed, lay down next to him, and stroked his hard, leaking dick. "Yeah, like that: nice and slow. Then, Markus reached over and slowly jerked on Rashawn, too. They talked in low tones again which I couldn't hear. I saw Markus shake his head, then, nod. Rashawn got up on one elbow and leaned over my brother. I couldn't see what he was doing, but the sigh of contentment from Markus told me that Rashawn was doing something my brother enjoyed."

"I heard wet sounds, but had no idea what they were or could signify. Rashawn's head started to bounce up and down. Still, I couldn't figure out what was going on. Remember, I was only 12 years old, plus a few months. I didn't have a clue what was making Markus so happy. I saw his body stiffen and his hips thrust up and down as Rashawn bobbed up and down even more. I heard a big sigh of pleasure and relief from Markus. Rashawn relaxed back to the propped-up-on-his-elbow pose. I think Rashawn leaned in to kiss him, but Markus pushed him away.

"They talked more, almost arguing. Then, I heard Markus stage whisper, `Okay!' and Rashawn lay down again. Rashawn's dick was still very hard. My brother leaned over and put Rashawn's dick in his mouth! I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Why in the world would he suck his friend's dick, I wondered. Right way, it struck me. Rashawn had done the same thing to Markus and Markus had cum in Rashawn's mouth! I was incredulous that anyone would suck a guy's dick, including swallowing his cream."

"But, you weren't so taken aback that you didn't keep watching. Right?" I laughed.

"You know me so well," Jim laughed. "Of course, my dick was hard as a brick. I knew that having Markus rub my dick with hand lotion always made me cum. Having a wet mouth on your dick had to be every bit as good. Rashawn was telling him how good it felt and what a great cocksucker Markus was. Markus told him to be quiet and not wake me up. So, he sucked a little longer and Rashawn just moaned a lot. Pretty soon, his hips thrust up and my brother made sort of a gagging sound and Rashawn started to moan loudly. Markus put his hand over Rashawn's mouth to quiet him down, but didn't take his mouth off Rashawn's squirting dick.

"When Rashawn finally cooled down and wasn't so noisy, my brother let go of his dick and it fell wetly on his friend's abs. Rashawn said, See? It wasn't bad at all.' And my brother said, Yeah, it tasted kinda good, in fact.' Then, Rashawn said, Yeah, I love that stuff, never tire of it.' Of course, I had no sense at all and asked, REALLY?' Like it would make any damned difference now, they both covered up." I laughed at their stupid, but understandable, reactions. "Anyway, I just stared at them, realizing my faux pas. Rashawn smiled up at me. Yeah, Kid,' he said, Tastes real good. You squirtin' yet?' I nodded that I was. So, he asked me if I wanted to get a blowjob. I had no idea what that was, but it sounded like he wanted to suck my dick, too. As hard as I was, I liked the idea. He got up on my bed and went down on me. I swear it wasn't more than 20 seconds and I was feeding him my beginner's cum.

"My brother wanted to know what it tasted like, so he sucked on my dick after Rashawn pulled off. But, I was so sensitive that I pushed him away before he even got a lick. Rashawn offered him the cum in his mouth, but that meant my brother would have to kiss him. Although he was reluctant, he did it. My cum wasn't all that plentiful, so I don't think he got much of a taste. But, they were standing toe to toe and Rashawn's hands were all over my brother's ass and chest. They were all over each other and finally landed on the bed, kissing and rolling around on each other. I was virtually ignored."

"And taking it all in," I assumed.

"Every grunt, groan, and slurp!" he laughed. "They were dry humping each other and whispering things in each other's ears. I think I heard them talking about fucking, but I wasn't sure. I couldn't figure out how they could do it, as neither of them had a pussy. Naïve as can be. That's me!"

"Not so naïve now. You sure know how to fuck now," I smiled over at him. He kissed me on the lips.

"Let's get back up on the bed like they were," he suggested. Readily, I complied. "They got into a 69 and were suckin' on each other, getting hard again. Rashawn was on top. Markus was playing with his friend's ass while sucking Rashawn's dick. I heard Rashawn say, Fuck me!' My brother said, You sure?' And Rashawn said, Yeah, use the hand lotion and grease up your dick and my asshole.' But, won't it hurt you?' my brother whispered back. I've done it before. It's okay,' Rashawn replied. So, they got into position, my brother worked a couple of lotion filled fingers up Rashawn's asshole and pushed his dick against his friend's rosebud. Take it slow,' I remember Rashawn saying. `You got a big one.'"

"He as hung as you are?" I asked.

"At the time, yeah," Jim replied. "I've outdistanced him since. You'll have to meet my brother one of these days. He's a great guy, not as tall or heavy as I am, nor is his dick as big."

"How big?" I pressed.

"Size queen!" Jim laughed. "Oh, I'd say about an inch shorter, but about as thick. After all, he's five inches shorter than me."

"What's he do for a living?"

"He works for the Feds, FBI," Jim replied. "He doesn't talk about it, so I think he does a lot of undercover work. I don't even know what kind. And he wouldn't tell me if I asked!"

"Is he married?"

"To his job, yeah."

"He still play on our team?"

"Far as I know," Jim shrugged. "We still fuck around when we get together, but that only happens a couple times a year. I know he was seeing someone seriously the last time I saw him, but I don't know if that's still on or not."

"Couldn't have been too serious, if the two of you were still fuckin' around."

"We're family. Doesn't count," Jim insisted. I didn't push that envelope.

"So, what happened next in the bedroom with your brother and Rashawn?"

"Oh, yeah. Uh, they were fuckin' face to face and Markus got his dick up Rashawn's ass and was really plowing him. Rashawn was really into getting fucked and wanted Markus to pound him and cum in his ass. He kept repeating it over and over again. This was Markus' first fuck, so he didn't now how much he was going to love it. His climax hit him before he could even think about holding back. He told Rashawn he was about to cum. Rashawn just grabbed on to my brother's thrusting ass and begged him to fuck him harder. My brother blasted a big load up Rashawn's ass, then, pulled out. His dick was so sensitive after cumming twice so quickly that it couldn't stand any more stimulation.

"I'd been watching the whole thing and getting so turned on that I thought my dick would break. Rashawn saw me jackin' again and invited me over to have a go at his tail. He already knew my dick was as big as Markus'. He told me to take it slowly, so I wouldn't cum too fast. He said, Fuck me til I cum, Kid'."

"Were you able to hold off?"

"Long enough to get him off," Jim responded. "But, that was still less than a minute. Markus had primed him and I finished him off. I can still remember how his ass muscles milked me when he was cumming. I thought he was gonna squeeze me out of his ass as he came, but he didn't. I was too hard and too close to cumming to allow that."

"That was some first night of sex," I murmured.

"Yeah, Rashawn was a welcome guest frequently at our house. If Markus wasn't there because of a date, or practice, or studying, or just not around, Rashawn'd ask me to fuck him. You know I did!" Jim snorted. "But, most of the time, just he and Markus fucked. About half the time, they'd let me join in, but they really preferred to spend their time together without me."

"When did you finally let someone fuck you?" Although we'd been talking about fucking, I had decided I liked talking to him and finding out more about him. I could always get some good sex later.

"Markus was headed off to college in the fall. I still had this crazy case of hero worship. So, when he asked me if he could fuck me before he went away, I agreed. I was only slightly taller than him then and our dicks were still about the same size. He told me to sit on his dick as that gave me more control over how much I took. Markus lubed me up, spread my asshole with his fingers and I squatted over his big dick.

"I had to pull off the first time, because it stung so much. But, within another minute, I was trying again and got it all in. I sat on his hips while he stirred his dick inside me. I rode him until he filled my ass with his load. We didn't even think about condoms. We were brothers!"

"As much as he and Rashawn were fuckin' around, that wasn't very bright," I noted.

"They said that they only fucked with each other, but I find that hard to believe, now, looking back at it. Rashawn got his experience some place before bedding down with us. I doubt that stopped."

"You ever fuck your brother?"

"Oh, yeah. I got a piece of his ass before he went off to college. He said I was his first. As much as he grimaced over my dick up his butt, I believed him. The following Christmas when he came home, we fucked like rabbits. It was like a dam had burst and we were riding the wave down the valley. If I wasn't fuckin' him, he was fuckin' me."

"So, where did you learn to rim and love it so much?"

"That was my first boyfriend when I was in college. Oh, I'd fucked around in high school when Markus was away at college, but it was never more than a hot fuck or blowjob. I intimidate the shit outta most guys. I'm not exactly tiny. So, it was tough getting guys interested enough to wanna fuck around. No one thought I could be a fag, and NEVER a bottom!"

"Yeah, that bites when you wanna get your butt bred!" I sighed.

"My first roommate in college was a senior," Jim continued. "He was playing the same position I was, but for the varsity. I was on the freshman team. He was supposed to be showing me all the right moves, so I could take his place when he graduated. Well, he sure showed me some moves.

"I was as big as I am now, but more muscular. I hadn't adopted the sedentary lifestyle yet," I sighed.

"Damn, Jim! You are so fuckin' hot and muscular, any guy would give a nut to bed down with you," I pointed out.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I'm not getting laid that much. I intimidate guys too much," I complained.

"Didn't intimidate me," I grinned. "Well, not too much. I was certainly tongue- tied when you walked into the bar last night."

"And you're the most beautiful black man I've ever met," he whispered, brushing his full lips against mine. "I could make love to you night and day."

"I'm not gonna stop ya!" I smiled. "But, I would like to hear about your college roommate."

"Oh, yeah, we were talking about that, weren't we?" I nodded and kissed him again. "So, uh, we'd met, got situated in the dorm room and were getting ready for bed the first night we were sleeping in the same room. The beds were extra long for basketball players and big football players. They weren't the usual dorm beds. This guy was so hot for a white boy. His muscles were big, his butt beautiful and high, he was handsome, and had a big bulge in his shorts. He casually mentioned that he always slept in the nude and hoped that didn't bother me. I assured him that I was okay with that as I did, too.

"He complimented me on my size and bulk, telling me that I'd do well in the linebacker position, if I were fast enough. So, we talked football for a while, but I noticed him checkin' out my dick in my shorts as we were sitting across from each other. It made me wonder if he were into guys, but decided he couldn't be. He was so damned big and handsome, he had to be straight.

"So, we take off our shorts and get into bed. I know he was checkin' out my ass and dick. And I was checkin' him out, too. That hot muscle ass of his got my dick rising, so I jumped into bed fast, trying to hide my obvious interest. We talked a little longer about football and then, he suddenly asked me if I'd ever had a blowjob that got me off. I told him many times. Then, he dropped the bomb and wondered if I'd ever messed around with guys. I didn't know what to say. He dropped a big hint though when he said, `Guys give better blowjobs than women do. They know what feels good!' I was gonna take his word for that, having never had a woman go down on me."

"Never had a woman?" He shook his head to the negative.

"Well, never gave me a blowjob, anyway," he clarified. "I've fucked a few, but they all think I'm too big and heavy to bounce around on their gaping pussies, and I go too deep when I'm pumpin' `em doggie style. Some have tried sittin' on it, but they would start bitchin' when I wanted to really thrust it up into them. It's enough to make ya queer!" he laughed. I laughed, too, having had similar experiences. I wasn't as heavy as him and I got to be on top a lot of times, but the women never let me really ram it in and get a totally overwhelming climax going. Men, on the other hand, wanted all of it in them and wanted me to really power-fuck them. He was right. If I hadn't been queer already, it certainly would have pushed me toward bisexual at the very least.

"What happened then?"

"Uh, he let the question hang there. I finally told him that I'd had guys swing on my dick, not wanting to admit too much, but more than a little interested in where this was heading," Jim grinned up at me. "You know, I could fall in love with eyes, and that beautiful, captivating smile, and a dick this big," he added, flopping my inflating dick against my quads. He went down on me, licking the big head and harvesting precum by the gallon. Jim pulled my hand over to rest on his ass with the fingers exploring his deep ass trench.

"Get back to the story, Jim," I insisted. "We'll fuck soon, I promise."

"Fuck me now, as I tell you what happened." Never one to pass up a chance to nut in a tight, black ass as muscular and high as his, I rolled on a condom and pushed my dick deep into his welcoming hole. "Yeah, fuck me, John. Hold me tight and use my ass for your pleasure!"

"You gotta continue the story," I pleaded.

"Okay. After I told him that I'd had guys swing on my dick, he got out of bed and stood over me. I could see his huge dick throbbing over my chest. I reached up for it as he reached under the sheet for mine. It wasn't too much of a risk for him to take when he asked that question. My dick was making a monster tent under the sheets. GAWD! You feel so good in my ass! Fuck me, faster! I don't wanna cum in the sheets, John."

"Not to worry," I puffed. "I'm already close. Just being up your black tail is makin' my dick wanna spray. I wanted to take this slow, but your story is makin' me crazy. Keep goin'!"

"Tyson pulled back the sheet and bent over, practically inhaling my dick. He went down on me so easily that I knew he was experienced with big ones. I jacked his precum smeared dick, then, moved down the bed a little so he could straddle my head and I could blow him as good as he was suckin' on me.

"He was hot to trot, really goin' after my nut cream. But, he didn't reckon with my skills as a cocksucker. I had him writhing above me, trying to delay his climax. But, I wanted his dick sauce, so didn't back off when he warned me that he was getting close. However, he got my nut before I got his. He drank it all down, didn't miss a drop. He kept suckin' on my dick, which made me squirm and wiggle, and wanna get out from under him. His dick popped out of my mouth as I tried to get away. He flipped me over and buried his face in my ass before I could even think about what was happening. I hadn't showered since the morning, so I knew my ass was ripe as hell. He practically wallowed in my ass, sniffing, snorting, licking, sucking, and having a good ol' time!"

"Oh, Man! I'm gonna cum!" I shouted, and fucked hard and fast into his muscular ass cheeks. His story had ripped a big load out of my boiling nuts. I came in a torrent. I couldn't believe how good it felt to bury my big prick up his hole and spray as hard as I did. His butt muscles munched and chewed on my spasming dick. I had to pull out; it was too stimulating!

I held tightly to his big frame and slithered my filled condom against his ass, trying to cool down and get control over my body, again. "You're a hot fuck, John," he crooned. "But, you know you made my dick hard by fuckin' my ass," he grinned, turning his face to look at me.

I smiled back. "You need another shot at my ass?"

"Yeah! But, I wanna show you what Tyson did, too."

"You think you can eat my ass and not fuck me?"

"Did I say anything about not getting fucked by him after he ate my ass?"

I laughed. He hadn't mentioned it. I guess fucking with his brother had prepared him for Tyson's dick. As a college freshman, he was no doubt insatiable. And that big white boy, Tyson, was exactly what his big, black ass needed.

"Tyson's face was in my ass, pushing hard to get his tongue as deeply buried as he could. That boy could eat ass! I'd never been rimmed before, and couldn't believe he was goin' at it with such gusto. But, DAMN! Did that feel good! He was using his fingers to stretch me open and his tongue to wet me down. Before I knew it, his dick was knockin' at my back door and I swung wide open to take him in. He speared that big dick up my butt and bottomed out. I felt him shudder over my back.

"He leaned over my back and rested for a moment, but I could feel his dick jerking inside me, trying desperately not to cum. I munched and milked him like I did my brother's dick. It was all over in a few seconds. With a roar that I know could be heard clear down the hallway, he came hard in my ass, bucking and thrusting up my hungry ass like I was the best ass he'd ever fucked."

"I can attest to that," I smiled when he took a break to eat my ass. "And how did you learn to eat ass so good?"

"Don't bother me when I'm busy," he chuckled and went back to his rimming work. Jim ate me out like a starving man, searching for the last morsel of food. Only, Jim was pushing spit as far up my ass as he could and licking up my ass juices. "I'm gonna fuck you SO good," he promised when he stood on his knees behind me. Quickly rolling on a condom, he added, "I can't wait to breed this phyne ass without a rubber. But for right now, I'm gonna have to be satisfied with protection."

"Just for the chance to fuck me bareback, you're gonna have to stick around a few months, aren't ya, big man?"

"I'd stick around much longer than that just for the chance to fuck this pretty ass and get fucked by your donkey dick several times a day," he assured me.

"Sweet talker," I groaned as his big, black dick hit bottom, again. "I can't wait to feel you cum bareback inside me. I know you cum hard, so I'll bet I'll feel you shoot your creamy load into me."

He fucked me in slow, deliberate strokes, trying to keep his climax at bay. It wasn't working. The mental image of mounting me bareback, coupled with my eager butt tunnel munching and stroking his bloated dick had him on the precipice. I felt him shudder again. I grabbed his ass with both hands and begged him to grind that big 9.5" dick up my butt and pump me full.

Jim rammed me hard, forcing me down on the bed. He pushed down on my shoulders and hammered my ass into the mattress. Blow after blow of his hips against my round, muscle ass suggested that he was going for maximum pleasure. Weighing me down like he did kept me from moving more than my ass. And I did move my hungry ass, upwards to meet each thrust into me and downwards gripping hard as he pulled out.

In a cacophony of grunts and moans, he spewed a big, creamy load up my protected ass, pounding deeply and rapidly with each hip thrust. It made my butt happy, too.

"Why don't you finish your story, relaxing in my ass," I suggested when he'd calmed down.

"Much as I'd love to, the condom will leak."

"Oh, yeah. Okay, just pull out then, but stay atop me while you retell it." I felt his long, thick snake slowly retreat from my satisfied hole. But, when it was gone, I was empty. I didn't even have a creamy load sloshing around in me. I sighed, a mix of contentment and disappointment.

"That was some sigh," he said kissing me on the neck. "I'm probably too heavy for you," he added, moving to roll off me.

"Don't even think about it," I insisted, barring his way with arms and hands. He snickered and resumed his position on my back. "That's better," I wheezed. He was heavy, even if it was all muscle.

"There really isn't much more to tell," Jim said, whispering softly in my ear, touching his lips to my earlobes. "He mounted me like a bitch in heat and bred my ass. He wasn't in me more than a minute before he shot off and filled me up. Tyson was hot for my ass, but getting a good blowjob before he fucked me got him primed. I didn't think he was that hot for my ass, but he sure was. He fucked me three more times that night."

"I didn't hear anything about condoms."

"That's because there weren't any. We were young and stupid, and fucked like animals."

"You bang his butt, too?"

"Oh, yeah! He pulled out of my ass that first time and rolled me over. You know how I get when I'm fucked." I nodded. "Yeah, my dick gets hard. So, he sat on my dick and took another big load up his ass. I found out quickly that his favorite way to take it was on his stomach, spread out and totally pumped. He loved being used completely."

"Didn't you even think about condoms?"

"Not until the next day," he answered. "But, we'd already pumped half a dozen loads into each other by then. And both of us were negative, so it wasn't an issue, we decided."

"Sounds like you trusted him enough to risk it."

"Yeah, he wasn't fuckin' with anyone else, he said. At least, he wasn't fuckin' anyone else at school."

"During Christmas break, we went to our separate homes and I fucked with my older brother and he fucked with his boyfriend there."

"He had a boyfriend at home and was fuckin' with you?"

"Yeah, a guy who worked with his dad in the nursery business; you know, exotic plants and such?"

"And the guy didn't have issues with him fuckin' with a big, black stud?"

"He was a big, black stud, himself. And they'd agreed that it was okay if they fucked around while Tyson was at school. It was unreasonable to think that a couple of young bucks wouldn't want to get it on with other guys when the boyfriend was many miles away for many months," Jim explained.

"Very adult of them," I agreed, "but, what about the `no condoms' thing?"

"Well, that just happened. But, after Christmas, we agreed that we had to do condoms from then on. He was going back to the boyfriend at the end of the school year and I knew that our relationship was just sexual. So, I started branching out and workin' on other game," he laughed.

"Is he the one that got you started on felching?" I wondered.

"Yeah, he started doing it to me after he'd fucked me. I thought it sounded nasty and disgusting. But, he was so into it that I had to try it once. If you have the right partner and he's got a cleaned out ass, it's the most fun you can have rimming a well fucked butt." I grinned as he finally rolled off of me, and I drew a deep breath. He was HEAVY! "I can't wait to suck a load outta your hot ass, John."

"You're such a pig!" I laughed. "Just feelin' you barebackin' my ass is gonna be enough!"

"And you won't be doing the same to me?" he laughed back. "You're even more of a butt pig than I am!"

"Guilty!" I agreed.

Sunday afternoon came far too soon. Neither of us wanted to part. We'd had such a good time together. The sex had been incredible, and we'd bonded on so many levels: intellectual, spiritual, and emotional. But, he did have to get to work in Seattle on Monday morning and so did Alex. Art brought Alex over to the house, so our new Seattle friends could leave (and so he could dish with me about the weekend).

I gave Jim a monster hug and kiss in front of the neighbors. "I wish you'd have come down on Thursday night when the long weekend started, so we'd have had more time together," I said through misty eyes.

"If I had, I wouldn't have met you," he corrected me. "You didn't go out Thursday, did you?" I shook my head. "There will be other weekends. And you'll be in Seattle next weekend, so I can show you off to my friends there."

"You really think I'm gonna let you out of bed that long?" I smiled up into his beaming face.

Art and I walked up to my porch swing, gazing off toward the retreating Mercedes. "That man has it so bad for you!" Art said. "He'd walk on glass to get to you; you know that, don't ya?" I sat mutely. "Yeah, you got it just as bad as he does."

"Gawd, Art! He's everything I've ever wanted in a man," I confessed. "He's a tall, gorgeous, built, hung, hunk of black stud. And he's versatile, just like me!"

"Damn! You got it real bad. Are we talkin' the `L' word?"

"Too early to tell," I dodged. "What about you and Alex?" I asked, attempting to change the subject.

"Good in bed, a lot of fun to be with, but not boyfriend material. He's too tall."

"What about that little number you two were working on at the restaurant?"

"Now, you're talkin'! He's so hot. I'm afraid I wasn't a very good host to Alex Saturday night, though. I was on Todd's ass most of last night and this morning. But, Alex found things to play with, like my ass and Todd's dick or Todd's ass and my dick when Todd and I reversed roles," Art smiled. I looked at him, startled. "Yeah, I took it up the ass from Todd. He's really hung for a short shit," he laughed. "If this goes anywhere, I may become more versatile than in the past."

"Sounds like you had a good time."

"Good enough to connect up with him again tonight," Art grinned. "He's as much of a butt pig as you are."

"Sounds like Jim. He said the same thing about me this morning."

"Well, he was right," he pronounced with finality. "So, what did you guys do?"

"We fucked like rabbits," I laughed. "The only thing we didn't do was barebacking. We did everything else that I love to do."

"That's gotta include a lot of rimming, fucking, and blowing. Did you swallow loads?" I nodded. "His taste good?"

"Yeah, the best!"

"He cum fast, deliver a lot, recover fast?"

"Well, he doesn't cum as fast as I do..."

"No one does," Art interrupted.

I glared at him. He always wanted me to ride his ass longer than I did. "But, I made up for that with frequency." He smiled remembering a couple of our marathon nights when my dick was up his hungry butt and spraying the inside of a series of condoms before he begged me to stop. "And he delivers a lot?"

"Oh, yeah. A big mouthful of jizz."

"How's his recovery?"

"Probably 30 minutes or so. Depends on what I'm doing to him."

"Such as?"

"Well, if I'm fuckin' him, he recovers faster."

"You'll have to remember that for next weekend."

"I'm already remembering a lot of things I want to do again after I drive up to Seattle next Friday," I sighed happily.

"What about during the week? You gonna fuck around at the gym as usual?"

"We didn't talk about being faithful to each other, Art. It's only been one weekend."

"You think you could do it?"

"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it." I wasn't sure I could do it, I told myself. I had a covey of regulars at the gym who loved to suck me off, take my big dick up their butts, and rim. I was so used to getting it on nearly every day that I wasn't sure I could hold out for only weekends. Jim is great in bed, but I can't go without sex for four and a half days each week. I'd explode!

Art left for his date with Todd a few minutes later. I was home, alone, again. Having Jim for the weekend made my life full, complete. I smiled to myself when I thought about next weekend. Being with him again would be fun, and sexually satisfying. The man certainly knew how to push my buttons!

I tidied up the house, packed my gym bag for Monday, and went to bed. I'd thought about changing the sheets, but decided not to. I wanted to keep Jim's scent on them, especially the crusty parts where he's shot a load earlier in the day. Yeah, I could get used to this guy!

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