Date: Fri, 19 Jan 2001 19:30:10 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 20

G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 20 by lennoxbear@aol.com

The following is a continuation of stories with characters begun in
Feelings of Security.  This story contains graphic gay sex, man to man.  If
such material offends you, please go elsewhere.  Also, sexual practices are
fantasy and not an endorsement of unsafe sexual practices and are not meant
to be seen as such.


Tom spent the next day hanging out with Darrell, Ron and Red in an effort
to help change Red's spirit and mood.  It didn't help that he didn't know
quite where his own mood was at the time.  The buddies needed some help
planning for their new house and the big move, so Tom was attempting to
help them organize.  They kept getting distracted by little sexual moments
of hugging, kissing and general tugs and twists.  Tom would just smile and
wait for the frivolity to pass.  He only wished his hard dick had gotten
the message.

By the time he got home mid-afternoon, his horniness level had reached
meltdown.  The answering machine had three messages, none from Eric.  His
mother had called to update him on his grandmother's situation, Kyle had
called to ask for help moving stuff, and Sonny had called to schedule a
time to go over some items for the new house.  Mike had left a note that he
would be at the hospital with Doug if Tom needed anything.  Tom thought
about Mike's hard ass the other morning and knew exactly what he needed.
It just wasn't in his mood at the moment to go visit his grandmother.  The
pool seemed to be his best release.  He stripped out of his jean shorts and
T-shirt, grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked out onto the sundrenched
deck.  The late afternoon sun was still quite warm as he walked across the
deck to the deep end of the pool.  He put the beer down at a safe distance,
walked over to the edge and made a long arching dive into the pool.
Fifteen minutes of laps didn't do much to abate his horniness.  He hung
onto the side of the pool with his dick floating thick and full but not
hard in the warm water.  It flopped about obscenely as he pulled himself
from the water to get a raft and towel from the storage shed.  He thought
briefly about Red and the melanoma but shrugged off any sunscreen.  He
didn't plan to float around very long in the late day sun.

The raft was cool to his skin as he floated around face down, idly paddling
with his hands.  The whole thing would have been much better if he knew
Eric were waiting to fuck him senseless when he got out of the pool.
Whatever, the sun felt good and he needed to relax.

"Now there's a sight we don't see in downtown Chicago.  Big muscle buns
floating in a pool of tranquillity."

"You're such a poet."  Tom paddled around to see Bill and Steve standing at
the side of the pool. He paddled over to grip the side.

"Hey guys, I thought you had left to go back to Chicago."

Bill kicked off his shoes and slipped his feet into the pool.  He rubbed
Tom's thick furry forearm.  "We were out doing some shopping locally for
fixtures, found some great stuff so we don't have to have everything
shipped from Chicago.  You just relaxing?  Butt to the breeze?"

"Yeah, trying to work up the mood to go visit Doug and my grandmother.
And, haven't heard from Eric."

Steve knelt at the side of the pool, his nuts trying to escape from his
short shorts. "From what you said, you're a bit in a fog, but don't worry.
I've never known Eric to be rash.  Whatever is buggin him will be over
soon." Tom slid from the raft and hoisted his thick body from the pool.

"Man, I hope so.  I hate to think of him being angry with me and our not
fucking around. Don't know if I can handle that."  Bill and Steve watched
the muscle movement in the perfect body as Tom walked to his towel and
beer.  The big dick swayed from one enormous thigh to the other then
flopped up over to one side when Tom dropped into a chair.

Bill leaned back on his massive arms and smiled.  "Well, buddy, we'd offer
to stay and fuck you every way possible but we have to get back to town and
pack for a trip tomorrow."

"Not even a mercy fuck?"

Steve shook his head.  "Give it up Tommy boy, you could have any man in
this town, don't play martyr.  It'll be OK.  We gotta go bud, you be good."
Tom stood up to hug them goodbye.  Both men took advantage to tug on the
big dick and grope the hard ass.  Within a few minutes he heard their car
heading down the driveway.  He caught his reflection in the glass doors as
he crossed the deck to go inside.  They were right, he could have anyone.
But the anyone he wanted was in California.  A hot shower didn't do much to
kill his sexual need as he shot thick ribbons of hot cum down the drain.
The drive to the hospital helped until he walked into the Doug's room and
found Doug and Mike holding hands and chatting.  Doug was finally going to
get to go home tomorrow and Mike was ecstatic.  They looked so happy
together and the relief on Mike's face made a world of difference in his
mood.

The visit to his grandmother didn't take long.  She was very weak and the
family didn't want to weaken her more.  Tom spent an hour with his parents
then headed home to find a short message from Eric on the machine.

"Sorry, guess your out with friends or at the hospital. Talk with ya
later."

He felt like his feet had been pulled out from under him. His appetite
suddenly disappeared as he flopped on the sofa in the den and idly flipped
through TV channels.  He was angry with himself for missing the call and
thinking about Eric only brought his dick back to life.  Tom half-heartedly
watched TV and munched on leftover chicken breast. Ten PM came around and
he decided to just go to bed.  Mike was once again coming in as he brushed
his teeth. This time Mike looked beat so Tom settled for a kiss
goodnight. As he settled into bed, he tried not to think about Eric and
instead to clear his mind and hope for a good night's sleep.  It must have
worked.  The alarm going off at 6 AM startled the shit out of him.

Vic had gotten called to work early over a disturbance in an old warehouse
building.  There didn't seem to be any activity going on when he got there
but he cautiously checked the place out anyway.  He had no sooner called in
a clear report than two semis pulled up and parked in the abandoned lot.
He watched as the two drivers locked up their rigs and walked to a small
building in a back corner away from the building.  A single light came on
as Vic called in the report that he was going to check it out.  As far as
Vic knew none of these buildings were being used, so what could they be
doing?  Only one man was visible as he peeked in the grimy window and he
was thumbing through a magazine.  Innocent enough.

Vic crept around the building looking for another window with a better
view.  Another grimy window on the side away from the patrol car let him
see the driver better.  The man was big and unshaven but didn't appear to
be doing anything illegal.  Vic was about to walk away when the pain in the
back of his neck sent him crashing to the pavement.  When he finally got
his vision to clear, he saw his gun resting on the table in the middle of
the room and the two men talking in hushed tones.  The man who had been
looking at the magazine noticed he was awake and motioned for the other
man.  The second bigger, beefier man turned and grabbed Vic by the chin.
Vic pulled back and nearly toppled over the chair to which he was tied.

"Fucking pig's awake, so what'll we do with ya?"

"I say we leave him and get the hell out of here before someone comes
looking."

"Did you call in a report pig?"  Vic just stared.  "Yeah, guess you did."
He got down closer and looked deep into Vic's eyes.  Vic could smell booze
on him and felt a chill go down his spine.  "Fuck, I know you.  You're that
fag cop whose lover got snuffed a year or so ago."  Vic shook his head no
and felt the throbbing come back from the hit to the back of his head.
"Yeah, it's you.  I got a good look.  You put me out of a job fucker."  Vic
heard the hand before it slammed across his face.

"Hey come on, let him go.  I'm just driving a truck here, what's going on,
what's in those rigs?"  The second driver suddenly got very worried.

"Shut up man, let's have some fun."  Vic saw his shirt buttons go flying
across the room as the bigger man ripped his shirt open and attacked his
nips.  "Bet this fag likes it rough, don't you?"  Vic kept his mouth shut
as the man stripped out of his jeans and pulled an average dick from his
dirty boxers.  The man slammed it against Vic's face and forced open his
mouth.  "You even think about biting my cock and you're dead pig meat."
Vic's head was shoved back and the foul dick shoved in. "Suck it bastard."
Vic reluctantly gave in as the second man pleaded for the guy to stop.
"Get your dick out man, this guy's gonna take our loads."  Vic sucked the
man's dick until it was hard and sliding easily down his throat.  He tried
not to think about the situation.  The whole scene was making his dick
throb.

"Don't.  Let him go.  Let's get out of here.  He probably called for back
up and there'll be more cops here any second."  Vic watched as the bigger
men pulled the second guy over and yanked open his 501's.  A long hard dick
flopped into the dim light.  Vic looked at the man's scared face.  The man
wasn't bad looking and in the right place might have been downright
attractive.

"Damn fucker. He's gonna like that."  The second man almost tripped over
his jeans as he was dragged over and his dick shoved into Vic's mouth. Vic
felt a gentle hand on the back of his neck as he swallowed the big dick.
The man seemed to be trying to reach his restraints with the other hand.
Vic swallowed the guy's dick to his fat nuts and sucked in the deep male
odor.  The guy was taking short breaths in an attempt not to unload down
Vic's throat.  Vic heard stuff being moved in the room as he nursed the
man's prick.

"OK, we're ready."  The man stepped away.  The table had been cleared and
the first man was naked from the waist down.  "We're going to double fuck
us a cop."  The tape holding Vic's wrists was cut and Vic was pulled to his
feet.  His uniform pants were yanked down as he was lifted and dropped onto
his back on the table.  "I get to fuck his ass first while you shove your
dick down his throat.  Holy fuck, he's hard as a rock.  He likes this.
Well, that'll make it that much better." The man shoved the stubby dick up
his ass without so much as spit to lube it. Then he grabbed Vic by the
balls and pulled hard to direct the fucking.  Vic looked at the second
man's face just before his vision was obstructed by hard dick.  Scared as
he was, getting fucked like this was a hot scene.  But he knew the scene he
would usually play out in his mind, this wasn't quite it.

The two men slam fucked him from both ends.  The asshole at his asshole was
really going to town in a painful way.  The grip the guy had on his nuts
was beginning to make him worry.  The other guy had hesitantly begun
working the big pecs and nips.  These were hands that knew what they were
doing but were shaking with fright.  Vic reached back and held the man's
legs to direct the throat fucking.  The guy flinched slightly at the first
touch.  The legs were hard lean muscle and Vic massaged the deep cut
hamstrings.  The man responded with hot perfect titplay.  If it wasn't for
the idiot slamming his ass and ripping his nuts halfway off, Vic could
enjoy this.

"Shit man, I'm gonna shoot down his throat.  We gotta get outa here before
the other cops come I tell ya. What the fuck is in those trucks that's
worth getting arrested?"  Vic pulled the man closer to get as much of the
big dick down his throat.

"Fake clothes.  Jeans.  Leather Jackets.  Shit this guy's ass is way better
than my wife's pussy."

"WHAT?  I'm risking getting arrested for a bunch of counterfeit duds, no
fucking way.  All they hired me to do was drive a truck, oh shit."  Vic
felt the man's hot load flood his mouth and throat.  He struggled for
breath as the man pulled away and hurriedly buttoned his jeans.  "Get off
him man are you nuts?"  The guy pushed back at the man slamming Vic's butt.
The man stumbled back and Vic was free.  He rolled off the table to the
floor and rolled to one side in an effort to pull his uniform pants back up
and get to his gun.  The man who had been fucking his ass fell over the
chair where he had tied Vic.  The second guy was on his way out the door
before Vic got to his gun and aimed at the ass fucker.  It took a few
seconds for the shithead to realize he was on his back, pant legs around
his ankles with a gun-toting cop standing over him.  The other guy was
gone.

Vic backed toward the door to look for the second man but didn't see him.
What he saw were two more police cruisers coming to his rescue.  He took a
deep breath to quell the anger over their slowness to respond.  It was all
over in two minutes as the other cops hauled the first guy away.
Paramedics checked over Vic and told him he should see his own doctor and
left him alone.  He stood by his cruiser and shook.  His shirt was open to
the breeze and felt good on his raw nips.  The drive back to the station
took 20 minutes and gave him time to think about the second man. He
wondered how he managed to escape.  Unless the guy had prints on file or
the second man who hired him ratted on him, he was pretty much home free.

The forms to file the report were waiting on his desk when he walked into
the station.  He looked at them in disgust as the duty sergeant told him to
go home and rest.

"You can always take them home and do them, but call your doctor first."
Vic thanked him and picked up the phone. He listened to boring elevator
music as he held for Tom Pratt. The doctor's smooth voice finally came on
and Vic explained his dilemma.  Tom urged him to come right over and he'll
check him out and run tests.

"Do you think there is any chance for venereal disease or HIV?"  Vic
hesitated then answered yes.  Tom told him he would be waiting for him.
"And one other thing.  Tom Bell's grandmother passed away this morning,
thought you should know."  Vic thanked him, picked up the forms, signed off
duty and left.  He grabbed a T-shirt from his locker to replace his uniform
shirt and headed for the hospital.  It occurred to him that he hadn't had
time for breakfast or lunch and was starving.  A quick stop at the diner to
get something to go couldn't hurt.  Vic walked into the diner, placed an
order with his favourite waitress who commented on his being out of uniform
and sat at a corner stool.  He sipped a cup of coffee as he waited.  In all
his years as a cop, he suddenly felt very self-conscious of what had just
happened.  It was like everyone in the diner knew and was looking at him.
He glanced down at the floor at his scuffed shoes.  A pair of boots stepped
up next to him.  Vic looked up into the face of the second man whose cum he
had swallowed.  The man's eyes were filled with fear.

"I'm sorry."

Dave sat nervously in Mrs. Glover's lawyer's office with Bob at his side.
Several of her relatives were also there plus a couple of people he didn't
know.  He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and took a deep breath. Bob
glanced over at him and tapped Dave's shoe with his foot.

"Will you quit fidgeting?  I thought we, uh, took care of that little
nervous problem this morning?" Dave just rolled his eyes and swayed his
head.  He moved the legal envelope he held in his lap to show Bob the bulge
in his pants.

"It worked for a little while." Bob shot him a look then smiled.

"It'll be OK, you'll see."  The lawyer walked into the room with a small
tidy stack of paper.  He arranged them on the desk as his assistant came in
to take notes and record the proceedings.  He looked around the room and
checked names from a list then offered coffee to anyone who wanted it.

"Well, thank you all for coming.  We're here today for the reading of the
will of the late Evelyn Glover.  All of you gathered in this room have
either been recognized in the will or think you should be."  His voice
trailed off with a slight tone of sarcasm.  "Let me assure you that all
wishes of Mrs. Glover are indeed quite legal.  She went to great detail and
length to insure that her wishes would be carried out to the letter.
Including the result of what should happen to any individual who might just
choose to contest the filings.  This document was filed on 18 May 2000.  So
as you can see, it is quite recent."

The lawyer went on to read the will and bequeaths of Mrs. Glover.  Several
of the relatives were not happy and visibly showed their discontent.
Several others were quite touched that she remembered them in any way.  One
of the people, who Dave did not know, represented a local animal group to
which she had left $10,000.  An angry man was about to voice a protest when
the lawyer shot him a glance and tapped the letter outlining the outcomes
of his protest.  He shut his mouth.  The bulk of Mrs. Glover's worldly
goods that were not left to relatives were to be auctioned off with the
profits to go to a local AIDS charity.

Dave sat in total amazement when the lawyer disclosed what was left to him,
including the business and building, several select pieces of furniture,
all expensive antiques, $50,000 in cash and her overactive three year old
yellow lab.  Bob's eyes opened wide on the addition of the dog.  Dave sat
quietly as the other people filed out of the room.  A few were warm and
sincere, coming up to congratulate him.  Some glowered at the young man.
The lawyer tidied his desk and smiled.

"I told you a few days ago that you should be prepared.  I take it that you
are still in a bit of a shock?"  Dave shook his head unable to speak.  "Her
will was extremely well thought out and planned, every detail. The family
can't touch you.  You are a very privileged young man of whom Evelyn was
very very fond.  She spoke about you for hours when we worked on her will.
I know she had hoped some of the money would be able to help your mother
should she need it and I trust you will make sure that happens.  Well, if
you gentlemen will excuse me, I have another appointment in a few minutes
for which I need to prepare.  Dave, you have my card if you need anything
or if any of her family decide to be the shitheads she said they were."
Dave shook his hand and thanked him as he got up to leave.

Outside in the street he looked up at the bright sun and smiled.  "I need
to get to the store and tonight, we, uh, need to go rescue her dog from the
kennel.  Is that OK?"

"We have a lot we need to do including picking up the pieces of furniture
she left for you.  Everything is in storage so it shouldn't be a problem.
As for the dog......"  Dave's face went blank.  "I'll go home and dog-proof
the house.  Labs are quite active and those tails are very happy."  The two
men hugged as they walked to Bob's truck.  "What's the dog's name anyway?"

Dave stood next to the truck before jumping into the passenger seat.
"Bob."

"Huh.  That'll make things easy when it comes time for dinner."

Tom spent the day with his parents and brother mentally preparing for his
grandmother's funeral.  Once again he asked Marsh and Jack to help with
arrangements for a reception after the funeral but this time at his parents
house.  He finally got home from an exhausting day at 9 PM.  The answering
machine was filled with messages from his friends all calling to share
their condolences.  There were a dozen calls to add to the emotional day.
He felt tired and alone and emotionally drained as he pushed the button to
play the last one.

"Hi Tom.  Marsh told me about your grandmother when I called in this
afternoon.  I'm so sorry.  She was a wonderful, lovely person and it's
reflected in you.  I'm in Denver, uh, not sure I can make it back.  I'm
sure you're getting this and that it's very late and you are probably way
tired so I won't call back.  You need to rest.  Later."  Tom stared at the
machine as he listened to Eric's voice.  Denver?  He suddenly became aware
of the TV in the den and walked in to find Doug and Mike relaxing together
on the sofa.

"Hey bud, we didn't hear you come in.  Sorry about your grandmother."  Mike
got up to hug him.  Tom held on tightly.

"I'd get up to hug ya but I'm very slow."  Tom leaned over to hug and kiss
Doug.

"Welcome home buddy, bet you're glad to be out of the hospital?"

"Oh wow, really.  Mike, the truck driver brought us home.  He just left a
little while ago.  The man is super nice, still feels badly about this and
it was in no way his fault.  Did you eat, we have some pizza left over."

Tom sat on the edge of the chair.  "Yeah, I am hungry, seems like hours
since we ate."  The three men sat and talked for an hour while Tom munched
on cold pizza.  He helped Mike get Doug up the steps to the bedroom and
plodded off to bed himself.  Despite the loneliness of being without Eric,
the exhaustion won out.

The next morning he got up, pulled on running shoes and shorts and headed
off on the trail he and Eric often ran.  He stopped at the spot overlooking
the valley and stream below, not far from the site of their new house and
admired the view.  The morning sun was hot on his skin but the cool breeze
sent a jolt to his nipples.  He pulled off his shorts, threw them on the
ground next to a rock and flopped down for a rest.  The thick-callused
hands ran over the tight furry abs and pecs.  He flexed his enormous,
vascular thighs and studied the diamond shape muscle of the calves.  The
sun made him feel drowsy.  He laid his head back on the rock and rolled his
nipples between his fingers.  His butt twitched as he worked his nips into
a sensual high.  The big, bloated fat cock slowly stretched and uncoiled
itself along his left thigh as it grew to its long hard enviable length.
He tugged on his fat nuts and stretched his dick out more pushing it down
along the curve of his thigh.  It made dull thudding noises as he slapped
it hard against the taut skin.  As lazy as the sun made him feel, his dick
needed attention.  Tom alternated from one long hard tit to the other with
his left hand as he squeezed and stroked his fat dick with his right.  He
thought about Eric and all the times they had fooled around in this very
spot.  He thought about the very first time.  His cum shot out in a long
continuous arc up into the air and down to the fur-covered chest.  He
rested a few more minutes before getting up, shaking out his legs and
jogging naked back to the house.  He didn't care when he got back to the
house; he yanked off his shoes and plunged into the pool.

"If you're hoping for a spot on the Olympic team, that dive won't do it."
Doug waved his coffee cup at him as he pulled himself from the pool.

"Don't tell Eric I didn't shower before diving into the pool, but it felt
so damn good."

"Your secret's safe with us." Tom poured himself a cup of coffee and
sprinted up the stairs to the shower.

The next two days were spent in a whirlwind of activity with family,
friends, the funeral home, quick workouts at the gym and trying not to
think about Eric.  His friends were his rock of support as they all filed
through the funeral home.  Red spent the most time, including the day of
the funeral, sitting and chatting with Tom and his family as if he were a
long lost relative.  His mood was better as he progressed through the tests
and each one came back negative.  He had a long way to go to get a clean
bill of health but he was feeling more positive.  They took a break from
the crowds in the funeral home and escaped to a back office.

"You haven't said anything but have you heard from Eric?"  Red stared
directly into Tom's moody green eyes.

"He's left messages but we haven't actually spoken."  Tom made a sweeping
motion with his arm and looked away.  Red walked over and slipped his arms
around his muscle buddy.  Neither of them spoke, just simply embraced for
several minutes.  "Well, the service is about to start, are you staying?"
Red nodded yes but didn't break the hug.  "Thanks."

"I need to find Darrell and Ron."  Red started to back away from the hug
but Tom stopped him, pressed their lips together and tightened his arms
around him.  Red staggered backwards when Tom stopped.  "Wow, uh, why don't
you go ahead, I have to wait."  He adjusted his growing dick as Tom
snickered.  Tom groped his own stiff prick, made a quick tug and headed off
for the chapel.

The service was plain and simple as his grandmother requested but the
readings and music she requested left a message of acceptance, living one's
life to the fullest and being your own person. It was quite uplifting for a
funeral.  Tom kept an eye out for Eric, hoping he would make it for the
service, but he didn't show. Tom's friends also seemed to be disappointed
that Eric was a no show and huddled around him at the cemetery and again at
Tom's parents' house.  The afternoon wore on with multitudes of family and
friends stopping by.  Tom and Kyle finally settled into Tom's old bedroom,
now an office for their father and began reading their grandmother's
journals.  Their father came in after two hours to check on them and just
laughed.

"Pretty amazing stuff eh?  Your grandmother was a pretty out there chick,
amazed she wasn't arrested for anything."  His two sons just sat, their
mouths open.  "Wouldn't have guessed huh?  Makes me realize I need to get a
life."  He walked out and left the brothers flabbergasted.

"Out there chick? He needs to get a life?  My going to San Francisco seems
like a night out for dinner compared to these books.  Wow."  Tom closed the
journal he was reading and tucked it under his arm.  "You leaving?"

"Yeah, I'm beat.  Too much food and too much sitting.  It's still fairly
warm; I may go swim a few laps.  "I'll talk with ya tomorrow shrimp."

"OK Hulk, love ya."

Tom said goodnight to his parents and the relatives still gathered
downstairs.  His father walked him to his truck.  "Uh, I don't know what's
happening but whatever the "problem" is between you two, I'm sure it will
pass.  Eric did call this afternoon."  Tom tilted his head.  "You were in
the middle of all your friends and family so we didn't interrupt you.
It'll be OK son."  The two men hugged as Tom climbed into his black beast
and headed back home.

Mike and Doug were relaxing in their room when he got home, so he didn't
bother them.  They seemed to be trying to make up for lost time and working
around Doug's injuries.  He leafed through the journal he had brought home
with him, pulled off his tie, loosened his shirt and kicked off his shoes
by the kitchen table.  A nice bottle of white wine seemed appropriate.  He
pulled one from the wine cooler, popped the cork and poured a full glass.
Glass and bottle in hand, sans clothes, Tom headed for the hot tub in the
cool evening air.  He sipped the wine and stroked his dick as the water
temperature adjusted.  The warm frothy water, and clear starry sky made him
feel better.  The second glass of wine helped more.

Tom was relaxed in thought and wine as he soaked in the bubbling tub.  He
looked up at the ledge where he had jacked off that morning beyond which
was the location for the new house.  Thinking about the new house didn't
cheer him up.  Thinking about the ledge only made him horny.  Another glass
of wine would help that.  He turned to pour another glass.  What he found
was a pair of bare feet attached to thick muscular legs.  A naked Eric was
standing beside the tub holding another bottle of wine.

He knelt down next to the tub, his large cock swaying between the massive
thighs.  "I am so sorry to have missed your grandmother's funeral.  Can you
forgive me?"

"Huh?"

Eric slipped into the hot tub and pulled Tom to him in a passionate kiss.
"I couldn't get an emergency flight out of Denver.  That emergency death
stuff doesn't work if you aren't a direct family member and I didn't lie,
stupid me.  Then the flight I got back was diverted from Chicago because of
the nasty weather up there, so I've been four more hours trying to get
back.  I really thought I'd make it back in time. I'm sorry.  Are you OK?"

Tom sat in the hot water, the wine making him dizzy and blinked.  "You
aren't.....mad.....at me?"

"No, why would I be mad at you?"  Tom sat straining to mouth the words.
Instead he took a deep breath and went under water in search of dick.

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