Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2001 20:23:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: millennium construction Company 3

	I wasn't sure how much sex was too much sex.  Butch and I were
sandwiched between Bubba and Skeeter.  Bubba was a 250-pound human furnace.
He was next to me and cuddled up to me.  It was getting cool in the room,
but we were an island of warmth.

	"Bubba taught me how to top last night." Skeeter said.  "I'd never
done it before, but I may just try it again some time."

	"He's a fast learner." Bubba said.  "He told me he didn't like ass
holes, but I proved him wrong."  I laughed.

	"It sounds like you had a nice romantic evening." I said.  Skeeter
roared in laughter.  "You liked it?" I asked.

	"I liked it!" Bubba said.  "Skeeter's hung like a fucking donkey."

	"I wasn't much taken with it at first." Skeeter said, "but when we
got going I got the hang of it.  Bubba is, what I guess you could say,
appreciative.  Really appreciative."

	"Are you going to give up cock sucking?" Butch asked.  I realized
that Butch must have relaxed a lot.  He didn't stutter at all.

	"You know, even when I was pumping Butch good, it still wanted
something in my mouth." Skeeter said.

	"You could have kissed?" I suggested.

	"A tongue is a poor substitute for a cock, in my mind at least." He
said.  I roared in laughter this time.

	"You area romantic! I don't believe this conversation." I said.
"I've been feeling a bit liberated, but I'm not sure I feel this
liberated!"

	"I'm not sure I've even been in a situation where it was possible
to talk like this openly." Bubba said.  "It's uncharted territory for me."

	The house suddenly shook with a terrific explosion.  It sounded as
if a bomb had gone off.  It sounded as if it had been in the back of the
house.  It wasn't.  We ran to the rear window and we could see a pillar of
smoke rising.  It looked as if it were on the other side of my block.  It's
hard to believe how fast guys can get dressed if they need to.  We were up
and out of the house in two minutes.

	Everyone on the street was up and out and trying to get to the site
of the explosion.  The sidewalks and streets were almost impossible to move
on because of the ice coating, but you could move on the small yards of the
houses.  Oddly there were no sirens.  It stuck me that the fire stations
were iced in too.  We had a big pile of sand in the back yard of my house
and several neighbors had salt or kitty litter and we made over to the
other side block and could see a wooden townhouse fully engulfed in flames.

	Wooden townhouses are rare in Richmond because of the traditional
fear of fire.  We finally could hear sirens and we saw that the engine
company three blocks away was trying to make it.  Fortunately a sanding
truck appeared and sanded a route.  The fire department is great, so they
got a hose up while the neighbors sanded and kitty littered a path from the
hydrant toward the fire.

	Once you got near the fire there was no problem, the heat melted
the ice in a second.  We helped a black family get their possessions out of
a house three down fire. The sanding truck had gone to clear a way to
another fire station, and a college student who lived in the units knew who
was in town and who had gone home for the holiday.  We tried to make sure
everyone was out.

	The fire men now had several hoses on the house but the fire showed
no sign of abating.  When a truck from the city gas department arrived, the
problem became obvious.  They came complete with metal detectors to find
the connections, but this was difficult.  I remembered the poor resurfacing
job that a paving contractor had done on the street that summer.  There was
another explosion.  It was smaller than the first but scary enough.


	It didn't look as if the row could be saved.  Three houses were
already gone.  A third fire company arrived and turned the tide.  Butch and
I were helping people get their stuff out of the houses but Bubba and
Skeeter were helping the firemen.  They had been volunteer firemen at their
homes and just pitched in.  It was bitterly cold and there was a brisk
wind.

	A third explosion sent sparks and flaming debris into the air.
There was a fire a block away as the debris caught on some trash.  It was
hard to tell what was going on with the multiple explosions and the flaming
materials floating in the air.  By this time large scale city equipment
arrived, with ambulances and the police.  There was an ATF presence too.


	We had saved everything we could and the firemen told us to stand
back.  I had a terrified puppy in my arms, left by one of the residents.  A
fire chief introduced himself as Vince Desoto and asked me what had
happened.  I told him what I knew.  That wasn't much.

	"Something ain't kosher." He said.  "Not kosher at all." The
college student came up and told what he knew.  He was in the house next to
the one that blew, and everything he owned was gone.  He wasn't worried
about that, but he was pissed as hell about his neighbor who had left the
puppy alone for several days in the apartment.  He tried to take the puppy,
but the animal had bonded to me and wasn't going to settle for anyone else.

	The student, Mike, had called the police several times about the
house next door for loud parties, and had called the health department
about the trash.  He said that rooms in the house were filled with trash
and that the house on the other side seemed to have been packed full with
stuff.  He thought that a cleaning company had used the house for storage.

	"Damn!  Solvents!" Vince said as he rushed off.  That was the end
of our participation in the fire.  The police began to clear the area in
case there were hazardous materials in the building. When we got back to my
house we found that the gas was turned of as well as the electricity and
the temperature had fallen below 50.  I was cold, but Bubba and Skeeter
were wet and cold.

	Larry came to our rescue.  He had a wood stove and he asked us
over.  His house was warm and comfortable.  Bubba and skeeter stripped off
their wet cloths and I rigged up a clothes' line. He had a pot of coffee on
the top of the stove and I don't think I ever enjoyed a cup of coffee as
much as I did that day.  We were all pumped up by the fire and I was
shocked to realize we had only been at the site for 25 minutes.  It had
seemed like hours.  Ice was gone by 11:00 and my house guests for the night
went home.  The lights were back on by noon and I returned to my house.

	The puppy must have taken a good fifteen to twenty minutes to
decide my home was his home.  There were serious questions about the purity
of his blood lines.  Skeeter was sure that there was some Basset hound and
Schnauzer in there, but didn't rule out some Labrador or Scotty.  Much to
my surprise the animal was house trained, and I tied a rope to his collar
and went to a corner market to get some food.

	Skeeter went off for the afternoon.  Skeeter was the perfect man to
share a house.  He never imposed and only came down when invited.  I sat
down to read a book and fell asleep.  The dog was tired too.  I woke at
five and realized that I would need to find the animal's owner so I took a
walk over to the fire to see if I could locate the woman.  The police still
weren't letting anyone near the fire but I saw Vince and told him of my
problem.  He took my name and said if he found out where she was he would
let me know.  He said he also wanted to talk to me about the fire, since I
was among the first to arrive there.

	I finally got down to the quiet weekend I wanted.  I found a good
book, watched old movies on TV and took the dog out for walks.  The dog was
energetic and puppylike but not so much as to disturb me.  Around seven on
Sunday evening, someone knocked on my door.  It was Vince.  He had not
located the dog's owner, and he wanted some details about the fire.  The
woman had told the landlord where she was going, but had given a false name
and address.  Her apartment was a festival of controlled substances.  Vince
said that he guessed she was on her way to California.

	"You don't think she's coming back for the dog?" I asked.  The
minute I said that I knew I sounded stupid.  Vince laughed.

	"It is cute, isn't it?" he said as the dog jumped up and tried to
attract his attention.  "I think you are the proud owner of that dog,
whatever it is."

	There was some question about the number of explosions, and I gave
him an exact number and approximate timing.  I was able to clear some
things up for him.  I offered him a drink and the accepted.  He was off
duty he said.

	We talked and he said there was a strong suspicion that there had
been a drug lab in the house.  That, combined with the industrial solvents
in the house next door and a gas leak explained the fire.

	"It's lucky no one was hurt." I said.  "I guess most of the
residents lost almost everything they owned?"

	"Big financial loss." Vice said.  "It's not public news yet but
there were two bodies found inside the house."

	"Oh shit!  That's awful." I felt a little sick to my stomach.

	"The odd thing is that it appears they didn't die in the fire."
Vince said.  "They were already dead."

	"You're a friend of Max MacAfee?" he asked.

	"The architect?"

	"Yes. We're old friends.  I guess it would be more correct to say
we worked together on several projects." I said.  "I haven't seen him in
several years."

	"Max is a friend of mine too.  He said you were a dependable guy."
Vince said.  "I need to know what the word in the neighborhood was on the
houses?"

	"I'm not the one for that.  I moved in Monday.  My neighbors,
Larry, Bob and Karl know everything.  They were saying that the houses had
been a nuisance and a sanitation problem, but I don't think they had any
idea about the drug problem.  I can call then if you want?"

	"That would save some time." Vince said.  Bob and Karl were out,
but Larry came over.

	"Fire hose!  I thought you were retired!" Larry exclaimed.  "Nice
to see you again!"

	"An old friend of mine had a heart attack and I am holding his
place until he's on his feet again." Vince explained.  "Believe it or not,
I've been enjoying it.  Maybe a six-month stint is better than 30 years!"

	"Fire hose?" I was puzzled.

	"Fire hose here has the most impressive equipment I've seen in
Richmond." Larry said.  Vince looked a bit uncomfortable.  "Don't worry,
Vince.  John is a member of the fraternity.  Your secret is safe." The dog
was trying to get Larry's attention.  "Fire Plug."  he said as he got down
to pet the dog, "You need some attention?"  He played with the puppy.  I
hadn't named the dog yet, but Fire Plug was as good as any and reflected
the animal's history and his physique.

	Larry knew some of the history of the houses on the other side of
the block.  They were a source of continuing irritation, with poor tenants,
no effort at trash collection and loud parties all the time.  The black
family and Mike, the student, had been the only decent people there.  Mike
was a full time student and had a full time job, but still cleaned up the
yard every chance he had.

	"Gay?" Vince asked.

	"Not that I can tell.  Lot of friends both boys and girls.  One of
the girls may spend the night once and a while, but more friends than
lovers, is my guess." Larry said.  "A normal guy.  The black family, the
Washingtons, have been here for years.  They keep quiet and tend to the
garden.  Mr.  Washington is out of it now, by Mrs. Washington is sharp as a
tack.  She may know something."

	We had another drink.  After a while Vince had what information
there was on the fire and the conversation turned to mutual friends.  "How
do you know Max?" I asked.

	"I met him at a party several years ago, then I managed a club.  He
was the architect." Vince said.  "The Alcazar closed a year ago."

	"That's where I ran into you." Larry said.  "I went with a friend.
That place was a trip!"

	"I must have missed it completely." I said.  "I never heard of it."

	"It was a health club." Larry said.  Vince laughed.

	"A health club is the nice way to put it." Vince said.  "It was a
sex club, pure and simple.  Very selective."

	"Only wealthy?" I asked.  Vince laughed again.

	"Only gay, only horny and only very open minded!" He said.

	"Well, I could have been a member!" I said.

	"You certainly could." Vince said.  "Larry was a great addition,
but we closed just after his first visit."

	"Murphy's Law!" Larry said.  "I go there once, have the time of my
life and find out it's the last day of operation. "

	"It was that good?" I asked.  Larry nodded.

	"It's been a hard two days.  I need to get home and get my beauty
sleep." Vince said.  As he got up I could hear his joints crackling.  "I'm
stiff as a board.  I may shower for an hour and call it quits."

	‘Well, do I have a deal for you!" Larry said.  "Next door, I
just happen to have the hot tub and shower room of your dreams!  Come on
over and take a spin!"

	"That sounds good, but . . ." Vince said.

	"We have some unfinished business from that last day of the
Alcazar." Larry said.  "We didn't quite get where we wanted to go, did we?
John can come along and we can make it a party."  Larry didn't ask if I
wanted to come along, but he must have sensed that I was attracted to him.
We all went next door to Larry's house and soon were in his hot tub.

	I never though of myself as a size queen, but Vince was
spectacular.  He was 6-4, maybe 220 pounds with thinning white hair and a
thick coat of white hair in his chest.  This was emphasized by his deep
tan. He was more muscular that you would expect for a man in his mid
sixties.  His cock was a good eight inches soft, uncut with a huge cock
head enshrouded in the skin.  He wasn't pretty.  He was all man.  It was as
if every male characteristic was concentrated in him.

	Larry was handsome too and as masculine, but he didn't have the
sexual presence of Vince.  The cock seemed to turn on a hormonal rush in
Larry and me.  I felt like the ugly step sister in our trio.  As it turned
out, I had the same effect on Larry and Vince as they did on me.  We talked
for a while.  I was trying to figure out a way to suck Vince, but I
couldn't find a suitably subtle approach.  When I got out of the tub, Vince
snagged my cock and began sucking.

	A few seconds later we were in a daisy ring on the floor, linked
cock to mouth.  We were perfectly matched.  Not physically, Vince was way
too big for me to deep throat, but we all had the same desire for pleasure
and were willing to accommodate.  Actually we had no need to accommodate.
We were in synch.  We immediately had a sexual bond and were comfortable
from the start.

	I was sucking Vince when I realized I was going to shoot.  I wanted
to warn Larry, who was at my cock but I was unwilling to let Vince's cock
head out of my mouth.  Larry moaned and Vince filled my mouth with shot
after shot of man seed.  I popped and Larry deep throated my cock.  We
didn't exactly shoot in unison, but it was damn close.

	Vince would shoot a load and while it tried to gobble it up my cock
would spurt into Larry's mouth.  Vince had several seconds between his
ejaculations, while I had little more than a second and Larry seemed to be
shuddering continuously.  I usually lose interest after I shoot, but I
stayed on Vince's cock and as he relaxed and his cock returned to normal
size. I got more of it in my mouth.

	"Was that a triple orgasm, or was that my imagination?" Vince
asked.  It wasn't his imagination.  We calmed down and took a shower.
Vince went home and Larry and I talked for a few minutes.


	"It's big, isn't it?" Larry said.

	"It sure was.  He's such a nice guy too." I said.  "Damn it's big!"

	"I'm strictly a top, you know,"Larry said, "I've never had a cock
in my ass, but I'm tempted.  I look at the dong of his and my ass starts to
twitch."

	"I've never been fucked either." I said.  "And sure as he Vince
isn't going to be the first! I want something with training wheels on it!"
Larry laughed and I went home.  I took Fire Plug on a walk and slept
soundly.