Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1999 21:15:20 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Feelings of Security, part 14

Feelings of Security, part 14 by lennoxbear@aol.com

Eric and Tom woke up to the hustle and bustle of Marsh and Jack folding
their clothes and packing luggage.  Eric squinted at the clock on the
nightstand and shoved Tom to get up.

"Check out is at one and it's 10:30, get up boy, we gotta move our asses."

"I think you moved my ass into another zip code last night," Tom kissed
Eric and pinched a nipple.

"OK, guys, go take a cold shower.  We're packed and will help you guys get
ready."  Marsh had a huge grin on his face. "If you weren't such pigs for
each other's bodies, you would have done this last night, but nnnooooooo,
you had to fuck yourselves to sleep."  Jack hung a leather jock over
Marsh's head and pushed him toward Eric.  Eric grabbed him and held him in
a tight bearhug.

"Don't get frisky now, you have to pack.  Did you guys think you were here
for two weeks, what's with all this stuff?"  Marsh wiggled out of Eric's
arms.

"We just bought most of this weekend," Tom and Eric answered in unison.
Jack just shook his head and started packing leather into a huge bag.

Tom had his stuff packed in record time and headed for the bathroom to
shower.

Jack sat on the end of the bed and watched Eric quickly and efficiently
pack.  "You guys are pretty amazing.  Men were throwing themselves at your
feet all weekend but you only hooked up with one man."

"Yeah, funny huh?  Even though we both have fun with groups, I feel the
most intensity when it's just the two of us.  I could be happy with Tom and
only Tom for the rest of my life.  Never thought I would say that about
anyone."

"Is the rest of the body under the bed," Marsh held up the giant butt plug
he found under the bed.  "No wonder Tom couldn't sit still."  He held the
plug against Eric's naked torso and compared it to the real thing.  He
lifted Eric's cock. "The winner and still champion!"  Eric grabbed the plug
and smacked him on top of the head.  Tom came out of the bathroom and
caught the plug as it flew through the air.

"You forgot to pack that."

"No, I didn't. I plan on wearing it home."  The three men stopped and
looked at him. "Well, I do."  He went back into the bathroom and inserted
the plug.

Eric quickly showered and got dressed.  The rest of the gang was waiting to
have breakfast before heading home.  Vic and Ted looked like they hadn't
slept all night.  Frank and Don were smiling from ear to ear.  Everyone was
talking and laughing over the great time they had.  By 12:30 they were
checked out and watching the Chicago skyline behind them.

Vic and Ted led the caravan on the trip back home.  It was only a couple
hour drive but there were several piss stops and coffee stops.  They were
all amazed at Tom having the butt plug from hell stuck up his ass.  Eric
looked for every bump in the road.

They were soon the only truck left and a few minutes later they were
pulling into their own driveway.  The construction crew had been busy while
they were away.  The garage and guestrooms above were finished and only the
landscaping remained.  Same for the pool area.  The only construction left
was the addition to the side of the house, which would expand the
gym/workout space.  They walked around the outside of the house and
surveyed the work.  All appeared to be in good shape.  They quietly dragged
their heavy bags inside.

"Now that we have space, I'll go put both pickups in the garage.  What
should we do with my old pickup?  We never decided."  Tom headed toward the
driveway.  Eric followed smiling.

"Well, we could have the landscape crew bury it, like the relic that it
is."  Tom shot him a pained look, "Or, we can keep it to do heavy work
around the property."  Tom seemed to like that idea as he pushed the button
to raise the garage door for Eric's truck.  He walked into the garage to
get the new controls for the other door and walked back out.  He shot Eric
a look.

"What?"

"There's another Harley in there."

"Oh yeah, I bought myself a new bike and they delivered it over the
weekend."

"But the other one is still here."

"Of course, that's yours now."

"You bought a bike so I could have your old one?"

"Something like that.  I figured you would get upset if I bought you a new
one, so I got it for me."  Eric gave him a big shit eating grin."  He
walked into the garage to look at the bike.

"You are too much."

"Maybe, it's only money.  Besides, you, horn dog, are what matters to me."
He pulled Tom to him and hugged him with one arm around his neck as he
rubbed his head and kissed him.  They stood in the embrace for several
minutes.  "You want to go for a ride after you put the trucks away?"

"Yeah, but not on a bike."  Tom walked over and pushed the button to close
the garage doors.  He dropped his jeans and pulled the butt plug out of his
ass as he walked over to the new Harley.  He kicked off his boots, dropped
his jeans and straddled the bike.  "Don't just stand there, come over here
and ride the bike."

A few weeks later they were finishing the setup for their combined
pool/open house/move the gym equipment party.  Tom had worked every extra
moment with the landscape crew to get the yard work done and Eric was
impressed.  He never pictured Tom as the gardening type but was amazed at
his knowledge.

The morning of the party, they were playing in the new pool when one of
their out of town guests arrived early.  Tony was a muscle pup they had met
at IML and who eagerly kept in touch with them since the return home.  He
was a thickly muscled fireplug at 5'6" and made it very obvious that he
could be happy in the middle of a Tom and Eric sandwich.  Tom was hanging
onto the side of the pool with Eric's face buried in his butt when Tony
walked around the corner of the house and cleared his throat.

"Excuse me."  Both men jerked their heads up and turned to see Tony
standing there red faced.  "No one answered the door and the cars were all
out front, so I came around back.  I didn't mean to interrupt. I'm a bit
early."

"Oh that's OK, we're just amusing ourselves."  The two musclemen climbed
out of the pool and walked over to great their guest. Dicks waving in the
breeze.  They grabbed towels and started to dry off.  "Or would you like to
join us in the pool."

"No, that's OK, water sports, per se, have never been my thing.  I'll just
lounge here and watch."  Tom walked over to hug him and offer him a beer.
He walked over to the outdoor bar set up to get it as Eric flopped into the
chair next to Tony.  Tony's eyes caught on the huge cock slowly swinging
from side to side.  They spent a few minutes getting caught up on what was
happening back in Chicago since IML.  Tony hadn't been out much and wasn't
up on all of the town goings-on.  Tom excused himself to go get dressed and
left Eric to chat with Tony.

He came back wearing a swimsuit, shoes, socks and snug T-shirt. Eric
excused himself and Tom offered to bring in Tony's bag.

"That's OK, I'll get it, just point me in the direction of my bunk."  Tom
followed him out to his car and showed him to the new guest room apartment
above the garage.  They could house as many as six people in the apartment
and Tony was amazed.  "Wow, it's bigger than my little space in Chicago."
They walked back around to the pool as other guests started to arrive.

They had invited quite an extensive array of men, more than their usual
group of friends and acquaintances.  The intent was not to have a sex party
or orgy but they knew some folks might just want to take advantage of
things.  The place was soon bustling with nude and semi-nude men enjoying
the warm sunshine around the pool.  The four humpy catering guys were back
taking care of the food and drink and displaying their assets in small
thongs.  Eric had purchased several new pieces of equipment for their home
gym and had struck a deal with the deliverymen to pay them under the table
to rearrange the whole gym with his assistance.  The men were more than
happy to make a few extra bucks and chalked the work up to a workout.  Eric
figured he wouldn't have to rely on his friends to help move things and
screw up their party time.

Several men had come to workout and enjoy the pool.  Eric had a sauna built
as part of the new addition so several sweaty men were seen enjoying the
heat, and not just from the heating units.  Tom and Eric had also planned
an outdoor shower between the gym, pool and hot tub so people could rinse
off before getting into the pool or tub.  Of course, they planned it at a
secluded corner so it would not have to be enclosed.  Their guests were
treated to many muscle men rinsing off during the day.

Within an hour, their usual group of friends were naked and enjoying the
closeness of other men.  A few guys stripped to shorts but went no further.
Tony remained a holdout and kept his shirt on.  Eric and Tom were a bit
disappointed in not getting him to at least go shirtless.  Dwayne had also
arrived and was more than happy to share his body with everyone.  The tall
humpy black man found Tony to be very interesting and they were soon off in
the corner quietly engrossed in conversation.  Several other guys from a
wrestling club they had met in Chicago were entertaining everyone with
wrestling demonstrations just off the hot tub.  By mid afternoon, Marsh and
Jack were wandering through the crowd doing sunburn checks and eagerly
spreading sunblock wherever they could.  Mark and Kyle had met two other
young athletes at school and brought them as guests. The four young men
were quite happy to play in the pool and were often seen covering each
other with sunblock.

The party was moving along and men were pairing up or forming groups to
wander off to entertain themselves.  Eric and Tom had finally stripped down
and were enjoying watching the crowd.  The four men from the caterers were
now working in the nude to add to the general festive air.  Tom sat in a
lounge chair by the side of the pool and dozed off.  He woke up and went to
the bar to get some juice.  Eric was nowhere to be found.  Frank and Don
had stopped him to play with his pierced nipples and he was momentarily
distracted.  The wrestling crew had gotten a bit drunk and he was trying to
figure out how to shuffle guests to be sure they had a place to sleep it
off that night.  It occurred he hadn't seen Eric in about an hour when Ted
and Vic cornered him near the side of the house.

They asked him how he was feeling after the laborious trials for the guys
who had bashed him.  He explained he was glad to see it end.  The only
thing left was the sentencing and he would be able to sit back and watch
the final pieces fall into place.  They hugged him and said how proud they
were of him for standing up to the rigors of the trial.  He was much more
appreciative of them coming forward to testify and in a way outing
themselves to the whole town.  The three men hugged and felt their body
heat rising.  Vic wanted to go somewhere and play around as a threesome,
but Tom needed to play host a bit longer.  He asked if they had seen Eric.
The last they had seen him he was helping Dwayne carry his bag to the new
guest apartment where Tony was staying.  Eric's arm was around Tony.

Tom knocked on the door of the room where Tony was staying and the humpy
man opened it a crack.  Tom asked if Eric was there and Tony replied no,
just Dwayne.  Dwayne popped his head around the door and it was obvious Tom
had interrupted their sex play.  They had decided to bunk together so if he
needed Dwayne's room for another guest it was available.  Tom apologized
for interrupting them.  He wandered back to he house and decided to check
inside.  As he was walking toward the stairs he ran into Eric coming down.

"Hey stud, where ya been?"  Tom hugged the big man and Eric feebly smiled
and quickly hugged him.

"I was upstairs. I remembered a business call I needed to make and didn't
want to do it from downstairs, too close to the party.  Need something?"

"Just you.  I thought maybe you had gone to the guest rooms with Tony and
Dwayne."

"Uh, no, why?  Are you jealous?"  Eric teased him. Tom shook his head.  He
didn't want to admit that for a few minutes he had felt jealousy that Tom
would go off with someone and not say something.  He shrugged it off to
their near monogamous relationship these last couple of months.  Dr. Pratt
appeared at the head of the steps from the master bedroom zipping his
shorts.

"Hey doc, how are you?"  Tom hugged the beefy medical man and groped the
big basket.

"Oh, you are fully recovered I see.  Thanks 'ric, I need to get back to he
party."  The two big men looked at each other and Tom felt a chill go down
his spine.  Eric explained that Tom had been looking for a bathroom since
the line at the downstairs one was always long.  He used the one in their
room.  He put his arm around his muscle pup and kissed his slightly
sunburned head.

"We need to get you some more sunblock.  And don't give me that look.  You
are the only one in my life.  These other guys can't hold a candle to you.
Tom let out a low sigh and slid his hand between Eric's beefy butt cheeks.
They walked back outside to survey their guests.  Eric rubbed sunblock into
Tom's scalp and on his cock and balls, which resulted in a huge erection
and embarrassment for Tom.  But it was the final icebreaker to get the sex
going for those who were staying the night.

The party lasted late into the evening and finally only the guests who were
staying over were left.  The wrestling guys had taken up residence in the
room that Dwayne had vacated.  Kyle and Mark had a room for themselves and
their two college buddies.  Marsh and Jack had hooked up with a buddy they
had not seen for awhile.  Dan and his new boyfriend had also decided to
stay over.  The house was quite full.  The catering guys had been sexed out
while working all day and begged off this time.

Vic and Ted were more than happy to share Eric and Tom's room again and
were soon a mass of fucking, sucking muscle.  Tom got fucked every which
way except for standing on his head.  Vic and Ted were really hot that
night and the four men played for nearly three hours.  Only Eric didn't
seem to be his usual self.  They finally settled in to get some sleep.  Vic
and Ted were out in minutes.  Tom and Eric lay in bed, against each other,
while Eric ran his hands over Tom's smoothly shaved muscular body and
kissed the back of his neck and shoulders.  In one moment Tom felt both
comfortable and safe but still queasy in the pit of his stomach.

Tom woke up in the morning to an empty bed.  The three other men were up
and already downstairs.  Tom wandered down to find the kitchen and dining
room overflowing with muscle men.  Eric was leaning against the kitchen
counter sipping coffee with his arm around Tony.  Dwayne was helping Marsh
and Jack fix breakfast for everyone.  Tom poured himself a cup of coffee
and kissed Kyle and Mark.  He was involved in their conversation and never
even had a moment to say good morning to Eric.  Their guests all chipped in
to help clean up after the party, including the pool.  There were soon an
assortment of nude bodies playing in the water including Tom and Eric.

They took a break and climbed out of the pool to dry in the warm sun.  Eric
put his arm around Tom and nuzzled him.  "You OK, you're awfully quiet."

"Yeah, I'm OK, just feeling a little odd and out of sorts."

"You coming down with something, a cold maybe?"

"No, I'll be OK.  Too much excitement maybe."

Their guests were soon all saying good-bye.  Dwayne had to hit the road but
exchanged numbers with Tony in the hopes of getting together soon.  Eric
saw them to their cars and kissed them both goodbye.  Kyle, Mark and their
buddies all piled into Mark's old Tempo and waved happily at the crowd.
Vic, Ted, Marsh and Jack stayed to help the final clean up and soon were
off themselves.  Tom and Eric settled in to relax by the pool and Eric
reached across from his chair to rub Tom's thick bicep.

I have to go to Chicago tomorrow for several days, possibly the week, on
some business.  You going to be OK?  Should I have Doc Pratt look in on
you?"

"No, really, I'm OK.  I didn't know you had to be away."

"Something came up that was unexpected, if I can, I'll get home as soon as
possible.  You gonna go into sex withdrawal while I am gone."

"Noooooooooo, I can behave myself, beside, there's always Vic and Ted after
working out."  Tom got up to get something to eat.  He stood in the kitchen
and made himself a sandwich and felt heaviness in his chest he had never
felt.  He felt himself filling with doubt and hated thinking this way.  He
was fixing a plate of food for Eric when he walked in from the pool.  He
wrapped his big arms around his boy and hugged him.

"Please be OK.  If I did something to piss you off, tell me.  I don't ever
want to hurt you."  Tom took a deep breath and handed him his plate.

"It's nothing.  I guess I'm just tired, let's relax and watch TV for
awhile."  They curled up and ate while watching some old movie on TV.  It
was the first time in a long time they just sat together and did nothing
but feel the warmth of each other's bodies.

Monday morning was like a hectic movie chase scene as Tom got up to get
ready for work and Eric was running around packing and getting ready to
leave for Chicago.  They didn't have a minute to play around as usual and
Tom figured he would be beyond horny that evening.  Eric kissed and hugged
him at the door, as he was about to leave.

"I'll call you from Chicago and talk tonight.  I hope you're feeling
better."  He rubbed Tom's shoulders as the guy turned to leave.  Tom wasn't
his usual feisty self and that worried Eric.

The day dragged for Tom and he found it difficult to focus on his work.
His mind was on Eric being in Chicago.  He couldn't shake the feeling that
things weren't right.  Finally, the day ended and he headed home to workout
with Vic and Ted.  He though tit rather unusual as he pulled into the
garage that the car was still there and that Eric would have driven the
truck to Chicago.  He preferred comfort on any road trip in the car.  Tom
checked and didn't find any messages from Eric, just from Kyle and Marsh.
He decided he would call them later.  He changed and got ready to workout.
He was drinking his protein shake when Vic and Ted arrived.  The workout
was pretty intense.  Both Vic and Ted remarked on Tom's almost ferocious
attack of the weights.  He chalked it up to being alone and being extremely
horny.  They eagerly offered their assistance to cure the latter but Tom
declined.  He was fixing himself dinner when they finished showering and
were getting ready to leave.

"Buddy, you can always throw in a video and jackoff till your arm hurts."
Vic hugged him and patted his butt. "Call if you get lonely, we'll see you
tomorrow night."  Tom ate his dinner alone and tried calling Kyle. He got
the answering machine and left a message.  Marsh, however, was home and
asked how he was doing.

"I'm a bit lonely with Eric gone but I'll survive."

"Where's Eric?"

"In Chicago, I thought you knew. It's some business thing."

"Hmm, maybe he told Jack.  He didn't mention it to me, oh well.  If you
want company, we'll be glad to visit."

"No, that's OK." Tom laughed; I'm getting lots of offers but not in the
mood for company.  So, you have no idea how long Eric will be gone.'

"No, sorry buddy.  He does this occasionally, don't worry.  He's a big,
really big, boy.  He can take care of himself."

"Oh, I'm not worried about that, it's just that.....oh, nevermind."

"Did you two have an argument?"

"No, nothing like that.  Guess it's just that I haven't been really alone
in several months and am feeling sad about it."

"Well, like I said, you don't have to be alone, call if you need anything.
We're heading out the door to dinner. Later pup."

"Bye."  Tom hung up the phone and cleaned the kitchen.  He decided on a
really strong hot shower to make himself feel better.  He adjusted the
computer controls and was soon enveloped in a steamy hot reverie.  If
nothing else, it got him up and hard.  He stroked his big cock and shot
huge gobs of cum against the slate tile.  He must have been in the shower
20 minutes working out the kinks in his tired muscles.  He dried himself
and walked into the bedroom to watch TV.  He noticed a message on the
machine and soon heard Eric's familiar deep voice.

"Hey, muscle pup, where are ya?  You guys go out to dinner after your
workout.  Miss ya, Love ya.  I'm in room 512 at the Marriott.  Talk with
you later."

Tom stared at the phone, which Marriott?  There must be at least a dozen in
Chicago.  He pulled down the list of Marriott's in the Chicago area from
the Internet and on the sixth call got the right hotel.  The receptionist
connected him to the room, but no one answered.  She came back and asked if
he wanted the voice mail system, so he left a message.  It bothered him for
some strange reason that he had missed the call and Eric wasn't there now.

He idly watched TV and tried calling Eric again a couple more times.  By 11
PM, he gave up and went to sleep.  He tried again early the next morning,
still no answer.  He was feeling even sicker to his stomach now and found
work even more laborious than the day before. Darrell asked him if
something was wrong and he just explained he was feeling lonely and blue
being by himself.  Again, another hot man offered his service.  And again,
he turned them down.  The same thing occurred with Vic that night.  Ted had
had to work so only the two of them hit the workout.  Vic had really packed
on the beef these last couple of months and Tom was amazed he had no sexual
appetite.  Vic faked looking hurt, then hugged him and told him again not
to worry about Eric.

Tom turned the phone up as loud as he could to be sure to hear it in the
shower, but that night Eric didn't call.  He tried the Marriott again and
left another message on the voice mail.  Try as he could, he couldn't relax
enough to sleep and spent the night tossing and turning.  Darrel and Ron
both told him the next day that he looked like hell.  He asked Darrel if he
could take a couple of days off and Darrell hugged him and said sure.

Tom called Vic and told him he was going to Chicago to be with Eric, if he
wanted to work out he would leave a key.  Vic thanked him and told him to
be careful.  Tom then left a message for Marsh and Jack that he would be at
the Marriott with Eric.

Tom was bleary eyed when he finally reached Chicago and found the right
Marriott.  He knocked on the door of room 512, but no one answered.  A
check with the hotel staff left him standing there alone.  No one had seen
Mr. Stout.  His room was clean; his clothes were there.  He registered for
a room himself and threw his bag on the bed.  He tried to convince himself
he was being silly, that there was nothing wrong between them.  Somehow, it
didn't work.  After an hour, he headed for the hotel bar to pass the time
waiting for Eric.  It probably wasn't a smart thing to do, since he hadn't
eaten and after three beers he was getting a buzz.

Eric still had not returned by midnight and Tom was on his way to a good
drunk.  He was seated near the end of the bar, by himself, when a big voice
behind him caught him by surprise.

"Hey dude, you wrestle?

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