Date: Sun, 7 Nov 1999 13:26:15 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Feelings of Security, part 11

Feelings of Security, Part 11 by lennoxbear@aol.com

Sunday morning Eric and Tom went out for a brisk run in the woods but the
cool November air kept them from fooling around at their favorite spot.
When they got back to the house, their houseguests were slowly congregating
and attempting coffee.  They had all had a sex filled weekend and were
sorry to see it end.  But they all agreed that they needed to get some rest
and back to their normal routines.  Frank and Don made a huge breakfast to
feed the sex crazed army and soon guys were making their good-byes.  Tom
informed Kyle and Mark that Eric and he were going to move Tom's stuff to
Eric's over the next few days.  Kyle hugged his brother and teased him that
he would have to make frequent visits to keep up with the fucking.

Eric broke the news to Marsh and Jack who offered to help move Tom.  Eric
said Tom didn't have a lot of stuff but their help is always appreciated.
As the last of their guests departed Eric and Tom cleaned up any debris
from the weekend sexfest that might possibly scare the cleaning ladies and
sat back to enjoy some quiet time together.  They worked out a plan to move
Eric's few belongings, mostly clothes and computer stuff first.  Monday
night after work Eric met Tom at his parents' house to help with his stuff.
Tom's parents hugged Tom and Eric and wished them the best.  His mother
seemed a bit broken up but teased Eric that she wasn't losing a son but
gaining another really big muscular one.  Kyle kissed them both at the
trucks before they drove off and watched as his brother drove away to the
next phase of his life.

The next few evenings were spent getting Tom settled in, clothes stored in
closets and computer set up in the extra bedroom that doubled as a
guestroom and office.  Eric didn't once let any of their activities keep
them from working out or eating high protein dinners.  Both men noticed
their bodies growing again and getting bigger and thicker.  Tom's work
jeans were as snug as if they had been painted on.  Darrell and Ron were
constantly amazed at his muscle growth.  Unfortunately, so were the redneck
construction workers who continued to make comments and catcalls to Tom
when they saw him.  They were only brave in a group and alone couldn't even
look him in the eyes.  Eric alerted Darrel and Ron to keep an eye on them
and warned the construction company that he would not tolerate their
behavior

Midway through December, Tom was approaching freaky muscle size and having
a hard time controlling his dick and balls.  All a man had to do was look
Tom's way and he would break out in a sweat.  His balls would swell and his
asshole started to twitch.  He was not happy with the sexual side effects
but the sheer muscle size was more than making up for it.  Not to mention
that Eric had continued to improve and their sex at night would leave them
exhausted and covered in cum.  Tom couldn't get enough of Eric's monster
cock and Eric was more than happy to oblige.

Eric had also been having difficulty controlling his sex drive.  Several
times at lunch Marsh and Jack and he would lock themselves in Eric's
office.  Eric would fuck his two buddies both twice in an hour and still
eat an enormous lunch.  Marsh and Jack didn't seem to mind.  The activity
was spurring their own intensity at the gym and adding more muscle to their
frames.

Two Friday's after Tom moved in he found himself staying late at work to
finish a last minute project.  As he walked across the dimly lit parking
lot to his rusty pickup, he noticed a beat up Dodge van slowly approaching
him.  He quickened his pace a bit as the van pulled up next to him and one
of the construction guys who had taunted him hung out of the window.

"Working late muscle boy?  Heading home to your faggot boyfriend?  Or are
you looking for a few dicks to service?"  Tom kept walking gauging the
length to his truck to still be 10 car lengths.  "We got four dicks here
that we think you'd like.  By the look of that dick, I think you're hot to
get that ass fucked good."  The van sped up enough to cut Tom off before he
could reach his truck.  It screeched to a halt as the side door opened and
two of the goons jumped out.  The guy on the passenger side also jumped out
and slammed Tom against the back of his neck with both of his fists locked
together.  Tom stumbled forward as he felt a hard kick to his ass.  The
three men were joined by a fourth who dragged the dazed boy into the truck
as it took off out of the gate.

In the van, the four men quickly wrapped duct tape around Tom's ankles.  He
felt a hard fist across his face and tasted blood in his mouth.  He was
flipped over face down as his jacket was pulled off and his T-shirt ripped
from his body.  A couple more kicks to the ribs kept him from fighting back
enough for the thugs to tape his hands together.  Tom was flipped over on
his back again as one of the men slipped a smelly foul cock into his mouth.
Another slap across his face told him he better suck it carefully if he
wanted to keep his teeth.  He felt his jeans being pulled down and two
mouths sucking his elongated nipples.  The van came to a sudden stop and
the driver joined in the humiliation.

Tom felt the fists pummeling his body and face and the kicks knocking the
wind from him.  His limp body was draped over a tool chest as the men took
turns raping his ass.  He no longer had the ability to fight.  The blood
was oozing from his mouth onto the cock slapping his face and his left eye
was swelling shut.  He remembered the first two men shooting their loads up
his ass.  The others cheered as the biggest most hate filled one greased
his fist and pressed against Tom's gaping hole.  Tom screamed as much as he
could with his mouth filled with cock.  The man rammed his fist and forearm
as far into Tom as he could.  Tom felt the twisting of the arm inside his
body.  Pain was shooting up his back.  The fist was yanked from his butt,
which caused Tom to jerk backward, and the cock to fall from his mouth.  He
pleaded with them to stop.  His pleading only got him punched across the
face several more times.  He felt the fucking resume, but lost
consciousness after that.

Eric was at home preparing dinner and waiting for his boy to get there to
start their Friday night mega-workout.  The phone rang about 6:30 and Eric
heard a frantic Darrell on the other end.  Darrell and Ron witnessed the
van and the men who dragged Tom off.  They had called the police and
reported the abduction but the police were not sure there was enough
evidence to warrant a search.  Eric called Vic and Ted and asked what he
could do.  They told him to remain calm.  They would go out on patrol and
look for the van.  Eric called Tom's parents who had already received a
phone call from the police informing them that their son may have been
abducted.  They were staying by the phone but Kyle and Mark were out
looking for any sign of Tom.  They would call Eric if they heard anything
and he promised to do the same.

He called Marsh and Jack who came over to wait by the phone as Eric went
out to look for Tom.  All of their friends were out scouting for Eric's
lover.  He drove around all the back roads and streets in his pickup,
waiting for his cell phone to ring.  He finally pulled over at a truck stop
near one of the interstates and cried.  For all his size and muscle he felt
completely helpless to do anything and blamed himself for not bringing an
end to the construction company's contract when the first sign of trouble
started.  He never saw the police cars and ambulance going by.

Tom could hear the voices but couldn't stay focused enough to respond or
even open his eyes.  He was lying very still in a bed and sensed movement
and equipment in the room.  He felt himself drifting off to sleep and
couldn't quite grasp what was happening.  His body felt like one huge numb
jaw after going to the dentist.  He tried opening his mouth but couldn't
tell if any of his muscles were responding.  He began to recognize who
might be talking and thought he heard his parents and Kyle.  No matter how
hard he willed, he couldn't speak or see.

Again he heard a voice.  It seemed to be saying to call if anything
changes.  He wanted to scream for them not to leave but his mouth felt
swollen and his throat hurt like hell.  He lay there trying to concentrate
and finally became aware of something in his left hand.  Someone was
holding his hand.  He concentrated on opening his eyes and squeezing the
hand.  His arm wouldn't respond but there now seemed to be some light to
his vision.  His right eye began to slowly focus in the dimly lit room.  He
figured he had to be in a hospital bed but couldn't see much more than the
ceiling.  After what seemed like an hour, his vision cleared more and he
struggled to move his head toward the direction of his left hand.  The pain
in his neck momentarily blacked out his vision, but it came back and he
could see the head of a person next to him.  They were face down on the
side of the bed but holding his hand.  It was Eric but Tom could still not
speak.

He switched his attention to making his hand move.  He couldn't tell if he
was succeeding or not but the man looked up and saw him watching.  Eric's
face changed instantly to one of joy and pain.  Tears began streaming down
his face and he carefully kissed Tom on the forehead.

"Don't move anymore, just rest.  I signaled for the doctor.  You're going
to be OK but are a pretty beat up mess."  Eric's hand was squeezing his
again and the other was wiping his face with a wet towel.  His vision was
almost normal in his right eye.  The doctor came in and checked him.  He
softly told him he was going to be pretty sore.  The beating left him with
some broken ribs, a hairline fracture in his right leg, and a badly
battered face.  No major organs were damaged but he did have a concussion
and needed to be still and rest.

He heard Eric talking on the phone to his parents.  He told him they would
be down soon.  He looked at Eric's face and saw a tired, worn, haggard man
who hadn't shaved for quite awhile and whose eyes were red from crying.  He
felt his hand being squeezed and for the first time felt himself able to
squeeze back.  The doctor explained the meds and IV he was receiving.  He
saw Eric hug the doctor.  The doctor told him he also needed to get some
rest but Eric insisted he would be fine.  The doctor kissed Eric on the
cheek and walked out.  Eric continued to rub and squeeze Tom's hand and
kiss his forehead.  He explained that Vic and Ted had found him in a back
alley behind a warehouse not far from the offices of the construction
company.  The guys were obviously not too bright.  They found his jacket
and wallet.  His belongings were intact but they had left him bound, gagged
and near naked in the cold December air.  Vic didn't think he had been
there long and was lucky to have not suffered from exposure.

He went on to explain that Darrel and Ron had been witnesses to his
abduction and had given the police a complete description to the whole
event.  It was easy for the security guard to supply the license number to
the van.  Vic and Ted had located it with a couple other of their cop
buddies and arrested the driver.  The other four men had not been seen
these last few days.  The police had a list of their names and addresses
from the company and a search was on for them.  He would still have to
identify everyone but that would have to wait until he was stronger.

Darrel and Ron had picked his lunch box up in the parking lot and the
police finally let Eric take his pickup home.  The construction company had
released a statement that they would no longer tolerate this kind of
behavior in employees and has begun to screen out problem staff.  They were
also picking up part of the cost of Tom's care and recuperation.  Eric was
taking care of the rest.  He explained the doctor was also the man who had
developed the special supplements they had been taking and would see to it
that Tom got the best medical care he could give.

Eric watched as a tear rolled down Tom's bruised cheek. He struggled to
form words.  He had a tube in his throat, which accounted for some of the
scratchiness and his lips were very swollen and bruised.  Tom squeezed
Eric's hand as hard as he could and managed to whisper "love you."  The two
men spoke with their eyes as Eric wiped Tom's face and head and told him he
would be able to go home in a few days but that he would have to take some
time off to regain his strength.

His parents arrived a little while later and his mother was gushing more
tears than he had ever seen in his life.  They talked with the doctor and
seemed quite happy that Tom was coming around.  They didn't press him to
talk or interact and left so he could get some rest.  Kyle arrived later
and could hardly speak.  All Eric could do was hold him and Tom squeezed
his hand.  He stayed to chat with Tom awhile and offered to keep Eric
company but was pushed out the door to go study.  Tom was periodically
dozing off and Eric sat quietly in the room and read.  Tom would wake up
and see the huge muscle man slumped in a chair his head against the bed and
his hand holding Tom's.

The next few days brought quite a bit of improvement for Tom.  He began
speaking in a whisper and asking to know the extent of his injuries.  The
doctor held a mirror up to his face.  Tom couldn't believe the bruised and
battered face was his.  One eye was still slightly swollen and both were
heavily black and blue.  Even the whites of his eyes showed trauma.  His
lips were still swollen but were slowly receding.  The doctor, Dr. Pratt,
explained the extent of the rest of his injuries and how long it would take
for him to recover and regain his strength.  He also explained the men had
used his balls as a punching bag and they were swollen to the size of a
soccer ball.  That would be painful for several more days.  The hairline
fracture in his leg looked good and could be controlled with a Velcro
brace, but no football.  Tom laughed but only made his lip bleed.

Visitors dropped by to wish him well.  Marsh and Jack came by frequently to
bring work for Eric who refused to leave.  He would work in the room while
Tom slept and kept things operating with his cell phone.  Vic and Ted
stopped in to update him on the arrests.  They had located all four men.
Darrell and Ron had given positive ID's and Tom would be expected to do so
as soon as he was able.  Ted teased Vic for crying when they had found Tom
and being an old softy at heart.  Vic just stood quietly smiling and with
as much control as he could muster vowed to work to fight hate crimes.  He
did manage a few tears and Eric hugged him.  Tom was touched at the
compassion of the two beefy cops and squeezed their hands.  It was still
the main point of physical communication for him.

By the end of the week, Dr. Pratt signed the release papers for Tom to go
home.  Kyle and Eric gathered him up and loaded him into the Lincoln for
the homecoming.  Tom's parents were at Eric's waiting and they all worked
to get Tom as comfortable as possible.  He walked with the aid of a cane
but was determined to be back in the gym as soon as possible.  Eric was
able to run things from his home office as Tom settled into relax and
recuperate.  Shortly after his parents and Kyle left, Tom began hinting at
how horny he had become.  Eric teased him about being a true horn dog.  He
also explained that some things would have to wait.  The raping and fisting
had left him torn and just steps away from some serious complications.
Pratt had advised that some extracurricular activities would have to be put
aside for the time being.  However, there were some things they could still
do.  Eric climbed onto the big bed and pulled down Tom's sweats.

He took the meaty cock into his mouth and slowly began sucking Tom to full
erection.  He worked Tom's still slightly bruised nipples very carefully
and soon had Tom moaning loudly.  He knew exactly what places to tease on
the big cock to get Tom twitching with lust.  He stroked the fleshy tool
and soon had Tom's cum blasting across the poor boys abs.  Tom lay their
panting trying to reach Eric's obviously excited basket but Eric pulled his
hand away.

"I'll get you a towel.  But you aren't too over extend yourself.  You need
rest."  Eric left to get a towel from the bathroom and Tom sat there
staring at the huge wad of sperm covering his furry abs.  How long had it
been anyway?  Eric returned and cleaned the mess from Tom's stomach and
then slowly striped off his clothes and stood on the bed above his boy.  He
teasingly stroked his long, flaccid cock into full erection and toyed with
is thick full nipples as Tom watched, licking his dry lips.  Tom pulled his
sweatshirt off completely and begged for his lover's hot load.  Eric posed
and flexed his huge muscles making his enormous cock bounce out of Tom's
reach.  He finally let Tom play with his balls as he jacked himself and
shot his load on Tom's chest.  Tom rubbed the hot cum into his chest and
added another load of his own.  Eric walked Tom to the shower and tenderly
washed them both.  He bathed Tom in thick soapy suds and played with his
muscles.  His theory was the interaction would speed Tom's healing process.
The full array of nozzles massaged them and they pressed their naked bodies
together for the first time in many days.  Tom didn't notice Eric's tears
mixing with the shower.  Afterwards Tom took a long nap but woke up to find
Eric working nude in his office.

"Too lazy to get dressed?"

"No, a long time ago I said I thought we should be naked whenever possible
in this house.  I'm just living up to that ideal.  Also, I know you can't
work out but I am going to hit the gym and would love to have you there to
watch.  I think we both need to get our paths to recovery on completely
positive tracks."

"Oh man, torture me," Tom faked stumbling around, "Watching you pump your
body and my not begin able to workout, ouch.  Besides, I'm all battered and
bruised and black and blue.  I can't workout.  I have this damned Velcro
corset on my leg and my ribs are a mess.  You really want to look at that?
Naked?"

"I want you there for support and critique, not to mention playing around
afterwards.  I love your body, bruised as it is.  Things will heal and the
bruises will go away and then I will really want to have you around naked."
Eric finished the work he was doing and herded Tom toward the basement gym.
For the next hour and a half, he pumped and worked out for Tom.  He would
ask feedback on form and technique.  It got Tom involved even though he
couldn't lift, and it got him out of bed and moving around to promote his
recovery.  When he was finished, Eric slyly sauntered toward the playroom.
"You're hands work fine, I think you can finish my tit workout."  Eric
reached overhead for the cuffs hanging from the ceiling.  He couldn't cuff
himself in since Tom couldn't reach up to uncuff him, but he could hold on
and give his boy access to his pumped pecs.  Tom eagerly worked the chest
he missed for the last few days.  Each twist, pinch, suck and nibble was
intensified until Eric was moaning for more.  His cock was flopping from
side to side against his veined quads.  Eric watched his boy do everything
he had taught him and then some.  He felt the need for release building in
his balls.

"There are something's I think you can do, even if you aren't completely up
to snuff." Eric dropped his hands and grabbed Tom's rock hard cock.  He
walked over to the sling, leading Tom by his cock. He got in and lubed his
ass for Tom.  "Fuck time for daddy, do me Tom."

"Oh fuck," Tom groaned before he even had his cock lubed and sliding into
the muscle butt.  He couldn't quite guide the sling back and forth but once
they had the rhythm going things worked well.  Eric worked his nips as Tom
pummeled his hot butt.  "Oh fucking hell, you are so hot inside.  Yeah,
sir, tighten down on that cock."  Tom stroked Eric's big dick and finally
used it to pull Eric tight as he shot his load.  Eric's cum hurdled over
him and off the back wall.  He shot several more gobs onto his flexing abs.

"Oh man, that was intense, I think I overdid it, I'm dizzy."  Tom stumbled
backwards and heard his dick make a loud sucking sound as it pulled from
Eric's butt.  Eric jumped out of the sling and wrapped his arms around Tom
to steady him.  He could see Tom's cum oozing down his inner thighs in the
mirror.  Both men were sweaty and sticky with cum but Eric held Tom for
several minutes.  Tom felt the wetness on his neck and back.  He looked up
to see tears streaming from Eric's steel blue eyes.

"I can't explain how I felt, the night you were missing and I thought you
might be dead.  I sat on the side of the road and cried for 30minutes I
bet.  It hit me hard how much I wanted you in my life and to think that so
soon after moving in here, I might have lost you.  I couldn't think what I
might do.  To lose David to a motorcycle accident and then to possibly lose
you to a bunch of ignorant hate mongers, well, I......" He pulled Tom back
to him and held him as tightly as he dared with the bruised, cracked ribs.
"I love you so much."

"When I was in the van and these guys were beating on me, all I could think
about was you.  I thought if I concentrated on you it would all end and be
fine.  Then, when I was struggling in the hospital bed to make out the
voices and I realized one was yours, I was so happy to be alive.  I love
you sir, Eric, so much, but I'm still dizzy.  Hold me."

"OK, so fucking my butt was a bit too much for the old concussion.  We need
to get you upstairs cleaned up and fed.  We can relax and watch TV.  Tom,
Dr. Pratt, is stopping by soon."  Eric led him back upstairs to the
bathroom and to the shower that had become an integral part of their life
and love.  They decided maybe Tom, the doctor, might not always want to see
them naked so they opted for sweats.  Eric heated the frozen dinners Tom's
mother had prepared.  They finally sat down to relax and Tom dozed in and
out next to Eric.  The doorbell rang and Eric got up to find Marsh and Jack
on the doorstep carrying a dessert.  The doc arrived before he shut the
door.

Eric hugged the beefy doctor and led him to the TV room.  "You're looking
much better than the last time I saw you.  You were starting to look a
little funky in that hospital room watching over this boy.  So, how's the
patient?"  He sat down next to Tom and started checking him out.

Tom hadn't realized how beefy the other Tom was in the hospital.  Having
this man's hands checking him out was feeling pretty good.

"OK, we have an erection.  The guy's feeling much better."  The doctor
smiled and patted Tom's obvious basket.  Marsh and Jack walked into the
room with plates for everyone.

"Is this a new therapy for recovery, I want to try."  Marsh winked at Tom
and heard Jack let out a deep sigh.

The five men sat and chatted and discussed what the best route was for
Tom's full recovery.  Mostly it revolved around lots of sex.  The doctor
gave Eric the box he had brought.  "I took the liberty to tweak the
supplements for Tom to include more of the herbal things for better
recovery, improved sex and to sustain muscle."

"I get dizzy when I have sex."  Everyone shut up and all heads turned
toward Eric whose face was bright red.

"All right, I thought it would help his outlook.  It certainly helped mine.
And he's fine now."

Marsh and Jack just rolled their eyes and ate.  The other Tom just shook
his head and chuckled.  "They do say the best recovery is at home in
familiar surroundings, so if you consider Eric's butt home.."

"Bitch."

"Bingo, I guessed that right.  You may be a hard ass Top man, but that ass
gets hungry from time to time."

"Damn right, and my son knows how to make me feel real good."

"That's enough.  We either need to have more pie, or all go have sex," Jack
got up and walked back to the kitchen, "Hey, doc, it's time for my annual
physical."

"Well, Tom, I'm glad you are doing fine and I am sure Eric will take very
good care of you."  Tom got up to leave but not before Marsh copped a feel
of the prominent basket.  "You looking for a little anal probe buddy?"

"You offering?"

"Yeah, your place or mine?"

"Ours, it's closer.  Jack, get your coat. Leave the pie for these guys.
Well dudes, hate to eat and run to fuck but it's Thursday night and this
will be a hot segue to the weekend.  Besides, the other box we brought has
work for Eric.  Sorry Tom."

Marsh put on his coat as Tom groped his muscular butt.  Jack walked back
through the TV room and kissed Eric and Tom.

"See ya guys.  I guess my dick just isn't enough."  Jack let out another
sigh.

"Hey, this is a medical thing."  Marsh led the two men who were about to
get very lucky out of the front door.

Eric sat and looked at his Tom, "What just happened?"

"I'm not sure, but the pie is really good."  Eric took the dishes out to
the kitchen and came back to watch TV.  Tom was soon asleep against him.
Eric sat with his arm around his boy for another hour before waking him to
go to bed.  Tom snuggled on his side as best he could against Eric and
pulled the big cock between his thighs.  Something's just feel right.

The next few days leading up to Christmas were spent trying to make up for
lost time.  Tom was not as physically up for shopping as he thought and had
to depend on Eric or Kyle to help him.  Tom was a bit cash short since he
wasn't working at present but decided to splurge where he could anyway.  He
managed to get Eric several home office items for his computer so that
Eric's work at home would become more efficient and easier.  The efficiency
would lead to more time for them to be together.  He managed to come up
with items for his family that more than filled the bill.  He had Eric find
a harness for Kyle, in addition to the sweaters and clothes Kyle so
desperately needed.  They just had to find the right time to give it to
him.

Kyle had become addicted to the gym, thanks to Eric, Tom and Mark.  He was
making tremendous gains and was looking a bit shabby in the clothing
department.  Eric got Kyle and Mark a bunch of stuff to start their
apartment together in January.

Tom was so busy wrapping up his last minute items and details that Eric
didn't bother him for sex.  He had been recovering very quickly and the
tweaked supplements from Tom Pratt had more than heightened their sex life.
By Christmas Eve, Tom was looking pretty much like his old self and would
be back at work the week after Christmas.  He was anxious to get back.  He
was curled up in bed when Eric slipped under the covers and already z'ing
away.  Eric figured the activities had worn him out and it was best for him
to sleep.

Christmas morning Tom woke Eric up with the tenacity of a puppy needing to
go out.  He was busily sucking away at Eric's nipples and stroking his
lover's cock, when Eric finally opened his eyes.

"Guess we're feeling all rested and just a bit horny this morning, eh?"

"All the better to show you one of my gifts to you," Tom straddled Eric's
waist and plopped his hard cock across the sculpted abs.  There in the
center of the mushroom head was a shiny new PA.  "It comes with a chain to
attach to keep control of me."

"Hmmm," Eric gave him and evil grin, "And when did you have that done?"

"Yesterday.  Frank did it."

"That fucker, really does keep a secret."  Eric rolled to the nightstand to
pull out a small box.  Tom opened the container and found two new nipple
bars.  "One is to replace the one you lost in the ambush.  And the other is
for your other tit.  Frank was coming over later to do that for you.  I'll
be able to get really good use out of that chain."  He gently tugged on the
PA and Tom stretched out to kiss him.

"One other gift, from Tom Pratt."  Tom rolled over onto his back and raised
his legs. "He said it was OK for you to fuck me again.  Everything is
healed and good as new.  Well, he did say we had to take it slowly and be
careful."

""Well, my horny little dog, we have to be at your parents in an hour."

"Shit, Twice tonight then." Tom headed to the bathroom and began shaving
his head and trimming his beard.  Eric stood behind him doing his and then
pulled him into the hot shower.  They were 30 minutes late getting to Tom's
parents.  But they figured they would still do it twice that night.

Tom was heading to the garage with their packages but Eric steered him to
the front door saying they weren't going to have to drive the Lincoln if
they didn't want.  He handed Tom the keys to a new Ford F-150 with all the
bells and whistles.

"You shouldn't have.  This costs way too much."

"I know but it doesn't come close to one tenth of how I feel about you."
They loaded the packages into the second seat and Tom promised Eric he
would get very lucky later.

The holiday with Tom's parents was fast paced with friends and relatives
dropping by all day.  Tom's father had no hesitation in introducing Eric as
his son's lover, which made the two men very proud.  Kyle was hot over
Tom's PA and showed them the tattoo Mark had given him for his "new" and
growing delt.  They made Kyle promise he would be over the next day to get
the other gifts they couldn't bring.  Dinner was another food fest that
sent them all into a need for a nap afterwards.

They finally got home at 8 PM and had a chance to open the rest of their
gifts.  Eric was floored with the computer equipment and how Tom had
organized his home office.  It even included software updates with 100
links to leather and muscle sites.

Tom had already been overwhelmed by the truck and wasn't expecting to
receive anything else when Eric produced more leather items for him.  The
PA chain would look great hanging from the shorts with codpiece not to
mention add a new dimension to a full leather cop uniform.  The uniform
came with a weekend in Chicago with Ted and Vic.  Eric had also ordered a
uniform for himself.  The four of them could get into a lot of trouble with
the uniform guys.

Tom was modeling his new uniform, which didn't fit as snugly as intended.
Eric had ordered it before Tom's assault when Tom's pump was greater.  But
starting next week, he would be back in the gym working his way back to
adding muscle.  Eric wrapped his arm around Tom's neck and pulled his boy
to him.  They tongue wrestled for several minutes as his hands worked from
tits to crotch and back.  He never let his arm break from Tom's neck as he
undid the snaps on the uniform shirt and reached in for a better grip on
the nips.  He roughly pawed the bubble butt.

"That butt is mine tonight boy." Eric wrapped his thick arm around Tom's
neck and kissed him long, hard and deeply.  His other hand slid into the
leather pants and the deep cleft between the ass cheeks.  He let his finger
play with Tom's asshole, teasing the sensitive opening.  He kissed up and
down Tom's neck and in his lowest, deepest voice described what he wanted
to do to Tom.  He licked and bit the boy's neck lightly between phrases.
His finger probed deeper into the moist butt.

"Sir, yes, sir." Tom slipped out of his clothes and knelt on the side of
the bed.  He lowered his shoulders to expose his butt for Eric's use.  Eric
slapped the firm flesh and Tom growled.  He knelt behind Tom and slowly
licked from the base of the big balls to the top of his asscrack. Eric
rimmed his almost like virgin hole and felt he was being drawn in.  A new
more intense need for his boy's body was developing.  It was like a new
feeling of intense heat overcame his whole being.  His tongue felt like it
was deep into Tom's warm hot ass.  He lubed his cock and slid the full
length against Tom.  He teased him by humping the slick butt and pushing
the tip against the puckered opening but never penetrating more than an
inch.  Tom was begging him to slide it in to his nuts.  Eric finally pushed
in slowly until he heard Tom's breath escaping in low moans.  Tom felt like
a rag doll being screwed and felt his prostate being skewered by Eric's
cock.  Tom felt this whole body shudder with each thrust.  His cock
bouncing wildly with the weight of the ring through the head.

Eric slammed into Tom and used his hand to slowly pull down on the big
floppy balls.  He stretched them until he heard Tom's moans rise in pitch
with some pain and then let up only to pull down again.  Tom straightened
his arms to push back against Eric's thrusts.  He watched his cock bouncing
up and down against his abs as he was being fucked.  He watched as Eric's
muscles flexed with each drive.  The leg and ass muscles alone were
hypnotic.  Eric shifted position slightly and hit smack on against Tom's
hot spot.  He felt himself getting close and his ass tightened on the horse
dick in his butt.  Eric flipped them over so Tom was lying on his back on
top of him as he gave it several last shoves.  He grabbed Tom's flailing
cock and stroked hard sending gobs of cum up onto his pecs and into his
beard.  Eric filled Tom's hole to overflowing and felt it running out onto
his own balls.

They lay still for several minutes until their breathing returned to
normal.  "Are you OK?"  I didn't hurt you in any way did I?"

"No, I'm fine.  I realize it was only a couple of weeks since we could play
around but seems like an eternity.  I really missed that with you.  By the
way, nice aim with my dick, gordo.  Coulda put my eye out with that stuff."
Tom chuckled and carefully got up to get a towel.  Eric was still lying on
his back when he returned.  He began wiping the cum from the huge
low-hanging balls.

"We need to get some sleep.  You say you're OK, but from the way you are
moving and walking, I think you're a pretty tired little horn dog."  Tom
threw the towel into the bathroom laundry hamper and gathered up his
clothes to put away.  Eric helped him put a few things away and then
dragged him to bed.  Tom was asleep in minutes.  Eric leaned on one arm and
watched Tom sleep.  He thought about, and was fairly certain, that Tom
would let him do anything to him if he asked. His love was simple and
honest. He seemed to be totally devoted to Eric.  He slid in against his
boy and kissed the back of his neck.  Tom stirred long enough to put Eric's
dick into his favorite spot.