Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2000 18:01:51 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 13

G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 13		by lennoxbear@aol.com

Eric drove along the highway toward Chicago feeling more and more relaxed
as their vacation started.  He glanced over at the mass of muscle in the
passenger seat. Tom snoozing in the passenger seat suddenly spoke up.

"So what did Sam say, I forgot to ask?"

"Damn, I thought you were asleep.  I was enjoying watching your chest move
up and down.  We been playing telephone tag, so I'll try again from P-town,
but tentatively planned on getting together the week after we get back."

"I can't believe you haven't seen each other in 20 years, that's amazing.
My family is much closer."

"Uh huh, especially you and your brother."

Tom smirked back at Eric. "Ha, so when was the last time you actually had a
family reunion?"

"Twenty years at least, there was a big falling out, then when my father
died I don't recall seeing Sam. I spent a lot of time watching over my
mother and dealing with my missing brother so I didn't pay much attention
to the family stuff.  I'd like to rebuild some bridges and Sam seems like a
good place to start."

"Worked for me.  My ass is still sore. He got a lot of the family
genetics."  Tom reached over and squeezed the thick corded thigh.

"So, you don't want to get together with Sam when we get back?"

"I didn't say that, just don't plan on two horse cocks up my ass again at
the same time for awhile."

"Damn, there goes half our vacation fun."

"Shut up and drive."  Bill met them at the garage and showed Eric where to
park the Lincoln.  He stared blankly at the four large suitcases they
pulled from the trunk and back seat.

"That's it?  Four bags, three weeks?  Doesn't seem possible."  Eric looked
at him somewhat perplexed.

"Well, the place we rented has a washer and dryer, so everything is
washable.  Makes packing easier.  Don't need much for the beach and if the
weather is warm, we will be in next to nothing anyway."

Tom jiggled his eyebrows.  "Next to nothing is the operative phrase, and
besides we shipped the leather ahead. That's what you're fishing for isn't
it?"

"You weren't supposed to tell him that.  Change the subject, where's
Steve?"

"He's on the road, back Sunday.  How many cases of leather Tom?"

"Two."  Eric grabbed Tom around the neck and hugged him.  Tom struggled to
get away from Eric but giggled uncontrollably.  "Heaven help us if the
weather is really hot and humid cause then all we will wear are the shorts
and workboots.  The other heavier stuff will just sit, but noooooooooooooo,
we shipped it anyway."

Bill just shook his head.  "Sometimes you guys are just too weird.  We
better get moving to get you to the airport in time.  Steve and I are on
the road a lot this month plus getting stuff organized and sent down for
the new house.  We want to be as blissfully happy as you are."  Tom and
Eric wrestled each other in the entryway until Tom started to show a
hardon.  Eric pulled back.

"OK we can go now."

"Oh yeah sure, now I'll be popping a hardon every ten minutes until we get
to Boston.  Thanks."

Bill picked up two of their suitcases and moved toward the door.  "I don't
know why I love you guys but I do.  Let's go dudes.  Geez, Tom, get control
of that thing."

Dell worked through his inventory and stockroom, what there was of one.  He
cleaned the whole caf^Â until things sparkled.  Richard walked over and
whistled.  He slipped his arms around the tank top clad chest and tweaked
the nipples.

"Uh, I realize we didn't have time for sex this morning, is this how you
take out sexual frustration?"

"Not exactly. I'm concerned about Red.  He showed me the spots Doc Pratt
wants to check.  He's too young for this stuff.  I needed something to
distract me. So I cleaned and organized."

"My car's outside?  Don't worry, Pratt will take care of him.  And besides,
we don't know what may be causing those splotches or moles or whatever they
are."

"I know, but Red's is what, early 20's and not the smartest when it comes
to some of these things, and heaven knows he's trusting to a fault.  I hope
it's not, well, I hope it's not a lot of things."  Richard hugged Dell and
squeezed the round muscle butt.  "I don't think the guys have had unsafe
sex or gone barebacking with anyone they don't know, but I still worry."

"Try not to worry.  Darrell and Ron have always been careful and I don't
think they have played around with anyone other than someone in their close
group of friends."  Dell reluctantly agreed but began wiping the counter
again.  Richard smiled and went back to watch the front desk.  The Dog
Pound staff had been very quiet knowing that Red was seeing Pratt for some
unusual reason.  He had become the energy of the gym and the place had
taken on his spirited personality.  Everyone seemed to be concentrating on
his or her tasks at hand.  Richard figured the place would never be
cleaner.

Red sat in the examining room with the paper sheet over his lap.  The cool
air against his skin had made his nipples erect, and, of course, his
nipples were attached to his dick.  He looked around at the items in the
room trying to not think about his growing hardon to avoid embarrassing
himself.  Tom Pratt had set up the referral with a dermatologist at the
hospital in whom he had trust and faith.  Red had to admit to himself that
he was a bit concerned about some of the things Pratt had told him.  He
didn't understand everything he read but knew enough to be a bit scared.
The door opened and a short muscle-bound man in a lab coat and jeans
stepped inside.  Red recognized him from the gym and sat on the table with
his mouth open.

Jeff shook his hand and smiled.  "Didn't know I was a doctor did you?
Thought I was just another middle-aged musclehead at the gym, huh?"  Red
stammered through his answer.  "That's OK, I am."

Red, red-faced, apologized.  "I don't pry into our members' personal lives.
I figure they tell me what they want me to know.  You always come in and
concentrate on your workout, which I respect.  I would never interrupt."

"Thanks, I appreciate that too.  Now let's have a look at these funky skin
problems.  You having a problem under that sheet?"  Red shook his head and
Jeff laughed.  "I'm a doctor, don't be shy.  I realize I am not gay but as
a treating physician, you need to be open and candid with me.  Tom Pratt
has shared your file with me and you have a pretty clean bill of health
despite some events that have occurred in your life.  Hmmm, these are
interesting.  Lie back on the table.  Can't get that thing to relax eh?"
Red made a face and tried to think of anything else as the man's hands
examined him.

Doug waded through the piles of paper on his desk at work.  They were at
the height of the summer construction season and he was swamped with
special orders and back ordered materials.  The big truck rumbling up to
the loading dock hopefully would bring some relief.  He stood with his
clipboard in the warm sun and felt the heat through his T-shirt and jeans.
The warm sun made his muscles feel really good and he flexed to enjoy his
added size.  The bounce of his pecs made him think of Mike.  Thinking of
Mike made his balls twinge with desire.  The truck rocked to a halt and the
beefy driver came to the dock with a list of items.  Doug recognized the
driver as one of the regulars who delivered to his store.  Not the most in
shape man but someone with enough muscle to get him noticed.

"Hey Dougie, how's it hanging?"  The driver stood next to him and Doug's
mind reeled with the masculine scent.  "Got a whole truck just for you
today."  Doug looked through the list and smiled.  Over half his
outstanding orders were on this truck and would make customers happy and
the store even busier.

"Hey this is super Mike, and it's hanging just fine."  He knew his
underwear was no match for the thickening dick in his jeans, so he just let
nature take its course.  One Mike reminded him of another. "Let me get my
guys unloading this rig.  Cup of coffee or something cold?"

"A beer would be nice but I don't think the police would like it.  Soda is
fine."  Doug waved him inside.  They walked toward the office but Doug
excused himself and headed toward the restroom first.  "Not a bad idea,
been saving up all this morning's coffee."  Doug took a deep breath and
walked into the employee restroom with Mike.  The last thing he needed was
a big, beefy, sweaty man at the urinal next to him.  Mike sauntered to the
urinal and whipped out a reasonably big dick. The big man glanced over at
Doug and whistled low.

"Good grief Dougie.  Do you lose consciousness when you get hard?  Talk
about carrying a concealed weapon.  My wife would freak if I came at here
with that thing."

"Uhhhhhhhhhh."

"I know you been hitting the weight but man, where'd you find an exercise
for that?"

"Uhhhhhhhhh."

"I'm teasing buddy, but wow."  Mike washed his hands and chattered while
Doug washed his.  Doug tried not to notice that Mike was staring at his
crotch.  The looks only made him hornier.  "I better go check on the
unloading.  Catch ya later Doug."

"Sure Mike."  Doug walked back to the office and let the other manager know
he was finally taking his lunch break.  In the car, as he drove to the Dog
Pound, Doug rubbed his balls through his jeans.  His nuts were churning
with spunk and he needed a release.  He walked into the gym and waved at
Richard behind the front desk.  "Mike busy?"

"No, I don't think so.  He just finished with a client and is probably
upstairs in the back office."  Doug charged up the stairs and found Mike
filing client records.

"Hey buddy.  What gives?  You take part of the day off and leave work
ear......."  Doug grabbed the back of Mike's head and crushed their mouths
together in a hard kiss that left Mike gasping for air.  When Doug backed
off, Mike shook his head.  "Wow, what brought that on?"

"Needs?"  Doug dropped to his knees and pulled Mike's tight spandex shorts
and jock down with him.  He swallowed Mike's ample soft dick and held it
down his throat as it stiffened in place.  He felt the hardening cock slide
deeper down his throat as he fondled the furry blond nuts and massaged the
tight muscular legs.  Mike held onto Doug's shoulders for balance and could
only managed low moans.  Doug dropped the hard cock from his throat and
batted at it with his hand.  As he stood up he peeled off Mike's tight
T-shirt and chowed down on the big succulent nipples.

"Oh man Doug, what's gotten into you?  Geez, don't bite them, oh fuck
that's feels good, off."

"Even after our little quickie this morning, I have been horny, really
horny.  So, Mikey, prepare to get fucked."  He pushed Mike back on the desk
and stripped off his shirt and jeans.  Mike felt the hot hand squeeze his
thick pecs and his legs being pushed apart and lifted.

"There's a tube of lotion in the drawer."  Doug knelt between the upturned
legs and drove his tongue deep into Mike's butthole.  "Or your tongue will
do nicely."  Mike grabbed his legs to steady himself as Doug slurped away
at the hot man's ass.  Mike couldn't remember a time, even in his porn
days, where sex was this hot.  He was about to be raped by his lover on his
work desk.  Doug stopped long enough to grease his hot cock with some
lotion then stopped.  He held Mike's beefy legs upright and smiled.

"Guide it in stud."  Mike reached down for Doug's hard cock and gasped.

"Holy fuck man, it's harder and bigger than I ever recall it being.  What's
gotten into you?"

"More like what's about to get into you."  Mike guided the stiff monster to
his ass and took a deep breath as Doug drove his cock all the way in to the
balls.  Doug let go a long sigh of relief as the familiar heat of Mike's
body swallowed his prick.

"Oh fuck yeah, fuck me."  Mike wrapped his arms around his knees and pulled
his legs back and his butt up to give Doug complete deep access to his ass.

"Mmmm, fuck you're hot Mike.  Fuck, take my dick."  Doug rammed harder and
harder.  The hits on his ass sent ripples through Mike's muscular body.
His own stiff dick bounced from side to side and his balls flopped to get
out of the way.  He felt the churning of his load about to bust free and
urged Doug to slow down.  "Can't."  Doug gritted his teeth and gave in to
the waves of cum exploding from his cock.  His hot load hit Mike's chest
just under his chin then left a trail down his abs to coat thick goo on the
likewise hard cock of Mike's.

"Wow, I'd hate to think what would have happened if we didn't work so close
by each other."  Mike stretched his legs and took a towel from a shelf.
"I'd hate to think of you wasting this moment alone in your office jacking
off."  He turned to face Doug and hand him the towel.  Doug stood quietly
stroking his dick. "Oh wow, you're still hard."

"Bend over the desk Mike."

"What again?"

"Bend over the desk, please."  Mike dropped the towel and braced himself
over the desk.  Doug's still hard dick filled his ass again and sent
shudders of pleasure shooting through Mike's body.

"Ohohohohoh.  Good gawd, that's unbelievable."  Doug bearhugged his lover,
taking advantage of the hot erect nipples and fucked the man for the second
time in 20 minutes.  Mike gasped for breath as his usually shy lover with
the growing muscle body slammed his rock hard ass.  He fought for a grip on
the slick desktop to keep them from crashing down as Doug desperately
fucked the bigger man.  Mike felt a hot hand wrap around his dick and begin
jacking him off.  As his cum spewed across the desktop, Doug filled his ass
with another huge load.

The two men stood crouched over the desk panting and gasping for breath.
Mike felt Doug kissing the back of his neck and sighed contentedly.  "This
sure as hell beats that damned spinning class."

"I guess I better get back to work.  Mike, I'm sorry, this was like coming
in here and raping you."

"Like?  It was.  But I ain't complaining.  Think we can do this again when
we get home tonight."  Mike stood up to face Doug and kiss him.  The big
hard cock smacked against his wrist.  "You're kidding?  That damned thing
is still rock hard?  Doug, did you take something?"

"No, I'm just really, really horny I guess."

"Well save it.  I have a client."  Mike pushed Doug away and searched for
his clothes.  "Where's my jock?"

"Here."  Doug twirled it around his finger and kept it way from Mike. "I
want to see you in those hot shorts without it."

"Dougie, my nuts are swollen and my dick will be bloated after sex all day.
I don't think it's a good idea."

"I do.  Put them on, let me see."  Mike reluctantly slipped his shorts back
on and stood before his lover.  The basket on his shorts was right out of
some porn magazine and left nothing to the imagination.  "Oh fuck yeah,
that's hot."

"Uh, I can't work with a client looking like this.  I'll have a hardon in
two minutes."

"Sure you can.  Mike, you could be wearing a blanket wrapped around you and
still exude total male sex.  Why do you think I am as horny as I am?  It's
you.  All I have to do is think about you and I get hot.  But what's really
great is that I know what's inside this man's heart and I love you for more
than the sex.  That's what's so wonderful, I'd love you no matter what."

"Thanks Doug and I love you, now, give me my jock."

"Nope."  Doug stuffed the jock into the pocket of his jeans as he dressed.
His cock was still semi-erect and ready for another go round.  "I'm keeping
this with me for later.  Gotta get back to work, bye."  Mike stared
unbelieving as Doug bounced out of the office and down the stairs.  He
glanced down at his basket and the stiffening dick.

"Oh shit."

Doug waved at Richard and Dell at the front desk as he headed out the door.
The two men watched the young man stuff his shirt into his jeans as he
walked across the parking lot.  They saw him take a jock from his pocket
and toss it on the front seat.

Dell took a sip from his water bottle.  "Do you feel a craving for a
cigarette?"  They looked up at Mike as he came down the stairs wearing a
long sweatshirt over his shorts.  He smiled, opened his mouth to say
something then just waved his hand and changed his mind.

Dave cheerily bagged an order for a customer at the counter.  He watched as
the older woman walked out of the shop then refocused his attention to Vic,
in uniform, with his back to him.  Vic stood at a display and read the
labels on several products.  Dave admired the wide broad back and big,
round muscle butt.  The short sleeves of the shirt strained above the
softball sized peaks of biceps.

Vic turned and walked to the counter.  "These any good?"

"This one is probably the best.  Having problems sleeping?"

"No, not me, well, not exactly.  I wake up in the middle of the night,
really horny, and then I wake up Joe.  He can't always get back to sleep."

"Ah, tough problem. I'd go with this one.  Works for Bob, he has the same
problem."  Dave blushed.

Vic laughed.  "OK, add it to my order.  You guys hitting the gym tonight?"

"Yeah, but not until 6:30, Bob is working late."

"That's not bad, you want to join us?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Legs."

"Great.  We're due for a good leg workout.  Are you going to wear those
little striped shorts?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh, no reason.  It's just that, uh, I think, well, they're hot."

"That's why I wear them.  They're good for squatting, shows off the quads.
Is it a problem if I wear them?"

Dave squirmed.  "No, no problem."

"Damn, too bad.  I was hoping to cause a big problem."  Vic handed him his
cash and took the bag.  "See ya at the Pound at 6:30, sharp."  Dave leaned
against the counter.  Vic pushed him back and looked at the bulge showing
in his jeans.

"Oh, it's well, you know, I, uh, have this, OK, I have this thing for older
men, like Bob."

Vic smiled.  "I know, and as someone who is old enough to be your father, I
enjoy it. See ya."  Dave watched the beefy butt saunter to the cruiser and
get in.  Another customer brought him back to reality.

Vic steered the police cruiser through the fairly heavy traffic for early
afternoon when mostly everyone is at work.  He drove down the highway with
the new strip stores and thought about Dave's shop in an older quainter
part of town.  Dave was sitting on a gold mine as the interest in the shops
in that area grew.  He liked the kid and wanted to see him succeed.

He pulled up to the light at the busiest intersection in the area and
stopped in the left lane of two-left turn lanes.  A honk from the car next
to him got his attention.  He looked over to see Doug waving at him.  Vic
lowered the window to say hello.  "Lunch break?"

"Sort of.  I was over at the gym visiting Mike."  Doug blushed.

"So you going back later to workout?"  Vic smiled knowingly and Doug shook
his head yes.  "We're hitting the gym at 6:30 with Dave and Bob if you guys
want to join us."

"OK, that sounds good.  We're doing legs."  Vic gave him a thumb up.  He
turned to watch a big trailer truck make its way into the intersection to
turn in the opposite direction.  Doug recognized Mike at the wheel and
waved.  Mike saluted and gave his air horn a blast.  Vic heard the roar of
an engine coming from behind them and looked in the mirror at the quickly
approaching beat up blue GMC pickup.

Vic waved at Doug and yelled.  "Brace yourself, this yahoo ain't gonna be
able to stop."  He saw Doug look back in his mirror.

As the dust at the intersection settled, Mike jumped from his rig and came
running around the passenger side of his truck to find the trailer on its
side.  The police cruiser was crushed underneath.  Doug's little care was
pushed under the wheels of the rig and the blue pick up lie on its side
across the back and top of the car.  The driver of the pick up popped up
out of the passenger door and climbed out of the truck.  He tried to make a
bolt for it but Mike caught him by the back of his shirt.  Two more drivers
came along and grabbed the pickup driver.

"You ain't going nowheres guy.  That's my buddy's car you just plowed
into."

Another passer-by ran from the car. "Well you better call an ambulance for
your buddy and quickly."

To be continued, comments-suggestions?		Lennoxbear@aol.com