Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2001 17:45:23 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 25

G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 25

The following is a continuation of stories with characters begun in
Feelings of Security.  This story contains graphic gay sex, man to man.  If
you are offended by such material, 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.


Vic sprawled on the bed and grunted happily.  Joe's thick fat cock was
buried deep in his throat as Jim and Al took turns plowing his willing
butt.  Vic was still wearing his uniform shirt and boots.  A quick phone
call had confirmed that Red had indeed been taken to the hospital but was
now conscious and complaining about being horny.  Tom Pratt's description
to Vic on the details had given him an obvious hardon in his uniform, one,
which his three buddies couldn't let pass.  Joe had slowly unbuttoned his
shirt as he chatted with Dr. Pratt.  Jim and Al undid the big cop's pants
and soon had his dick leaking for release. Al swallowed Vic's ample dick as
Jim got on his knees to spread the cop's beefy butt and jam his tongue in
deeply.

Tom Pratt picked up that something sexual was happening on the other end
and kept Vic on the line.  He embellished Red's story with a few sexual
ideas of his own as he fought back laughing.  He ignored Vic's obvious
moves to end the conversation by augmenting with sexy stories.

"So, Vic, how long before you tell me to shut up and go let Joe fuck you
simple?"

"I was trying to be courteous Doc.  Jim and Al are also here."

"You have three guys playing with that hot, muscular body and you're on the
phone with me?"

"Good point, bye."  Vic hung up the phone and pulled Joe's hot mouth to
his.  He felt Jim and Al lift each of his legs and pull off a boot, then
remove his pants.  He stumbled backwards as the three men carried him to
the bedroom.  He had slipped his boots back on knowing how hot it made Joe.
Joe fed him his stiff prick while Al rutted the beefy furry butt.  For a
moment Vic thought Al had stopped then realized Jim was getting into
position to fuck his lover at the same time. Jim's fucking Al, slammed Al's
dick deeper into Vic's willing butt and further down on the stiff prick in
his throat.  The three buddies continued to work over the pig cop until Jim
began to whine.

"Uh, it's time.  He ain't gonna hold out much longer."  Al pushed Vic's
shirt up as Joe pulled it off the flexing arms.  The sleeves clung to the
freaky biceps as Al pulled out and shot a load across the wide back.  Jim
emptied his cock deep into his lover as Al groaned loudly.  Joe finally got
Vic's shirt off of his arms and pulled his dick free from the sucking
mouth.

"You want to show these boys how well you ride my meat, pig?"

"Yessir."

"Assume the position."  Vic spread on his knees and elbows as Joe teased
the stretched hole with his long fat cock.  He reached to the headboard and
pulled down a leather harness to slip over Vic's taunt upper body.  Harness
in place, he plowed and road the cop ass like a cowboy fucking a broncing
buck.  Vic's purple cock and balls slammed off the aching abs as he
grimaced to keep from cumming.  Joe pulled back on the harness and filled
Vic's hot ass to overflowing.  "You got a load for your Dad?"

"Unh, unh, yes, sir, please." Joe slapped the red ass and Vic shot to his
feet.  He stood like a proud muscle statue in boots and sprayed hot white
spunk over Joe's furry flexed pecs.  He leaned against Joe as the last of
his cum oozed from the still rigid dick.  Joe rubbed Al's dripping load
into Vic's marble like ass and nuzzled the panting abs.

"Weren't we supposed to be thinking about dinner?"  Jim and Al smiled
evilly as Jim licked his own cum from Al's back.

"This was a good appetizer, but we haven't reached the real main course."
Vic hopped to the floor and hit a front double biceps pose, followed by a
back lat spread.  We'll hit the truck stop for some real man food then cum
back here and you boys can fuck me all night.  Pull your jeans back on
pigs, no showering, and no underwear.  I want to see naked chest under
those jackets and big dicks waiting for more action."

Jim pulled his jeans back on and slipped into his motorcycle jacket.  "This
look good."  Vic unzipped Jim's pants and pushed his fat cock into his pant
leg. "Damn, that'll only make me horny and hard, oh, never mind.  Do you
boys go trolling for truckers or something?"

Joe pulled out his tightest most beat up pair of jeans and crammed his
muscular legs and dick into the two sizes too small denim.  "No, it just
gets us hot for each other but with you boys living close by soon, well,
having three real cops in uniforms to play with will make my nights."

Al joined the group in the look.  "Only thing, I expect equal bottom time."
He slipped his hand down the back of Vic's black jeans and shoved a finger
in the still cum-wet asshole.  "Shit, I don't know if I can make it through
a long dinner.  Eat fast boys."

Eric dried off his tired freaky huge body.  Tom's being out of town had
sent him into two a day major workouts.  Even he was amazed at the pump he
was getting and posed in front of the full-length bedroom mirror.  He moved
through poses as his dick grew in length and size.  Despite the load he had
shot off a few minutes ago, his nuts ached for his boy.  The phone ringing
brought him back to reality.  He sauntered over to the phone.  His massive
quads tossed his stiff prick and orange-sized nuts from side to side.
"Hello."

"Evening Dad."  Eric let out a slow sigh and sprawled across the bed.  His
dick responded just knowing Tom was on the other end of the phone.

"Oh man buddy, I really miss you.  I had the strangest solo sex a little
while ago, like you were here. My tits were aching for you and, well, I
used your favourite toy."  He gave Tom the intimate details of his jackoff
session.  Tom listened on the other end and slowly stroked his dick into a
full erection.

"How long ago was this?  About an hour?"

"Yeah, why?"  Eric felt his nipples growing and his nuts swelling with
cream, his whole body began to tingle with the need for sex.

"Well, and don't be mad, but I had sex with Nick."

"He fucked you?"

"No, sir, I fucked him.  I'm sorry, please don't be angry."

"I'm not angry Tom.  Even after our conversation about our relationship.
On the contrary, I'm hot.  Do you have a speaker phone there?"

"Yes sir."

"Go get Nick."

Sonny watched the waiter's prime butt maneuver between the crowded tables
in the restaurant.  The attractive young man smiled as he waited on his
customers.  The tight round pecs stretched the bright material of his white
shirt.  As he wandered back past their table, he stopped to offer more iced
tea.  Sonny was busy answering Marsh's question and didn't notice the
waiter checking out his basket.  He thanked the waiter and stirred in
another packet of the blue stuff.

Marsh cleared his throat.  "I know we need more crew at the construction
site but I don't think the waiter could lay brick, you on the other hand,
well......"

"You don't think he's attractive?  He's really young but give him a couple
more years and some good direction in the gym, woo."

Jack rolled his eyes and laughed.  "I agree, however, if this construction
project is to come in on time, we have to land a few more men.  Any
suggestions?"

Sonny swung his knees apart to keep his dick from cramping in the tight
denim.  "No clue.  I have a call into all the usual connections and unions.
But with the job market the way it is, good men are hard to find. And you
know Eric; he wants to find gay men to work preferably.  I'm just not
finding many butch available gay men right now.

"To hire or date?"

Sonny's shoulders sank. "Either.  Ever since Art and I broke up, I just
can't connect on a relationship level.  Finding an ass to fuck ain't the
problem, anyway, where do we hire more construction crew?"

Marsh nodded as the waiter approached them again and walked by to help a
table in the corner.  "Don't know either.  I'll put all the usual calls out
again in the morning.  I tried calling Eric, but there was no answer.
Thought he might have a few ideas.  Don't look now but the waiter and the
guy at that table are quite interested in Sonny here."  Sonny blushed.

Jack studied the two men.  "Good looking man, big, muscular.  Think he
needs a job in construction?"

Marsh emptied his beer. "Nope, I bet he just wants to be jack-hammered."

Sonny looked away from the corner table.  "Stop it.  What about Bill and
Steve?  Do you think they know anyone looking to make some money from
Chicago?  Or Bob, doesn't he work construction?"

"You're avoiding the subject.  I'll call Bill and Steve tonight.  And Bob
does work construction, but the company he works for is building the office
building for Eric on the other side of town. They're running full tilt."

Sonny gathered his papers, stood up and stretched.  His ample basket
prominently stuck out in front.  "Well, I'll try to think of a few places
to try for men, to work that is, god you're bad."  He kissed both men as he
left.

Jack folded his napkin.  "OK, I'm full and horny. Let's go home and fuck."

"You're such a sweet talker."  They paid the bill and as they stood at the
register, they watched the big guy from the corner get up and leave.  He
walked in the same direction as Sonny. "Hmm, do you think Sonny is being
followed?"

"Nah, he was heading into the store.  I don't think that guy could have
seen that from the corner table.  No luck for Sonny tonight."

"Too bad, they would make a hot couple.  And I really think that's what
Sonny really wants, to be in a relationship.  Bored like us."

"I'll bore you."

"I'm counting on it."

Sonny ducked into the grocery store to grab a few items and wandered down
the aisles trying to remember what all he needed to buy.  The small basket
was almost full when he walked around the corner to get eggs and came face
to face with the man from the corner table.  Sonny was almost a full head
taller and looked down at a broad expanse of chest muscle.  "Sorry, didn't
see ya, didn't mean to run you over."

"S'ok, my pleasure. I'm usually so focused on shopping I run over little
old ladies myself all the time. Uh, not that you're a little old lady."

Sonny smiled and laughed. "I understand."

"You were in the restaurant down the street having dinner with friends a
few minutes ago weren't you?"

"Yeah, you were at the corner table. Chatting a lot with the waiter."

"Oh yeah, him.  That's my brother."

"Brother?  Really?"  Sonny looked at the muscular beefy reddish-blond man
standing in front of him and thought about the dark-haired lean athletic
waiter.

"Yeah, I know, we don't look anything alike, but we are brothers. Name's
Tim."

"Sonny."  He shook the younger man's hand in a firm grip.  "So, what were
you and your brother discussing?"

Tim's face went deep red as fumbled for an item in the frozen
foods. "Well. To be honest, and I'm hoping you are who I think you are, we
were talking about your, um, size."  Sonny looked at his thick arms and
legs.  "Um, we didn't necessarily mean your incredible body."  He glanced
at the prominent basket in the well-worn jeans.

Sonny looked deeply into the bright green eyes.  "Look, you want to skip
the frozen food and go have coffee some place, and talk?"

"Yeah, great.  I know a great place a couple of blocks from here. Do you
mind walking?"

"No, not at all."  Sonny followed the beefy man out of the store, around
the corner and down the street.  They waked about a block as Sony looked
around.  "I don't remember a coffee place back this way."

"Well, it's not really a coffee shop, it's my place.  I'm a great cook
actually, make a mean cup of coffee, you don't mind do you?"

"No, I live about a block over that way.  Funny I haven't seen you before."

"Just moved here.  I was working construction in Pittsburgh, got home sick.
I'm a chef now but haven't landed a decent job; construction was paying too
well.  So, now I need to motivate myself to get back to cooking.  But I'll
miss my calluses."  Sonny watched the beefy butt move up the stairs in
front of him and swallowed hard.  "Don't mind the place, it's minimalist.
I sold most of my stuff before leaving the 'burgh and haven't replaced
everything. Make yourself comfortable.  I'll put on the coffee."  The two
men chatted as Sonny watched Tim move about the small kitchen preparing
coffee and setting up a plate of cookies.  He handed one to Sonny.  "Try
this."

"You make this?"  Tim mumbled yes.  "This is really good."  He followed Tim
into a small window lined room that overlooked a park.  "Wow, I never
realized this building was here, nice setting."

"Thanks.  My brother found it.  He lives upstairs."

"So you left Pittsburgh cause you were homesick and now you live in the
same building with your brother and you work construction even though you
want to be a chef?"

"Not exactly, I was a bit homesick, but my lover and I had split and I
needed a new start.  So, I'm here working odd jobs until something comes
along to make my life better."  Sonny watched the big pecs flex as Tim
poured coffee into a carafe.  The two men sat and talked about jobs and
burned relationships.  Sonny looked at his watch and jumped up.

"Shit, I better go.  I have to be onsite tomorrow at 6:30 and it's
midnight.  I didn't mean to take up so much of your evening."

"I enjoyed it."  Tim idly crossed his thick forearms and played with a
nipple through his shirt.

"So did I.  Here's my card.  We really do need construction crew, so call
me for a time to come in and, uh, maybe we could do lunch.  I may also know
someone who can give you some direction on the chef thing."  Sonny fumbled
for a card in his wallet as he walked through the door.  "Look, I uh, well,
gees.  I've never had problems with finding words before."

"Want to get together for something other than lunch?"  Sonny nodded yes.
"Want to stay over?"

"Yeah, I do but I don't think it's a good idea.  Interview first and sexual
harassment later.  Although, it might work better if we got it out of the
way now.  No, that's wrong."  Tim laughed at the big man's frustration.  He
slid his arms around the tight waist and kissed Sonny deep on the mouth.
Sonny took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.  "This is harder than you
think."

"Hold that thought for another time.  Good night Sonny, I'll call you
tomorrow."

Sonny sprinted the two blocks to his apartment, tossed his groceries into
the kitchen and dashed upstairs into the bathroom.  He brushed his teeth as
he let his jeans drop to the floor and his stiff prick slap against the
sink.  It took about 60 seconds to get a load off into the sink.  He
climbed into bed and thought about the hunky man with whom he had spent the
evening chatting.  Marsh and Jack would not believe that one.

Red lay in the hospital bed watching the IV drip empty into his arm as he
listened to Dr. Pratt's lecture.  What was the sound of Charlie Brown's
teacher in the cartoons?  Pratt was right. He was feeling sorry for himself
and had let down his defense of good health allowing himself to get
dehydrated and to acquire an infection in one of the incisions.  His
temperature was slowly coming down but Pratt was going to release him until
he was sure Red was hearing what he was saying.

"The stitches will come out in a couple of days, we need to clear up the
infection and then you can get back to working out.  ON A LIGHT ROUTINE.  I
think all your tests will come back clean.  You don't need to worry about
cancer or some other mysterious disease.  And it isn't HIV.  I started
reintroducing some of the supplementation to give you a build up for the
return to the gym.  And to build up some other stamina."  Red's eyes opened
wide.  "I'm not sure how Darrell and Ron will feel about that.  I'll talk
with them.  In the meantime, get some rest.  An orderly will be in to check
up on you and get you cleaned up.  A nice sponge bath ought to do the
trick. Good night buddy."  Tom squeezed the thick biceps and left the room.

Red lay in his bed and sighed.  Pratt was right.  He was letting his
emotions get the better of him.  He knew he would be ok, it would just take
some time.  And it wasn't like the load of muscle on his body was going to
go away over night. His nipples began to tingle and his balls felt hot and
heavy.  Damned Pratt. His herbal supplements always had a major horniness
effect on Red.

Tom Pratt chatted briefly with Darrell and Ron about Red before talking
them into going home and letting the young man get some rest.  He convinced
them to discuss a therapist with Red to help with the depression.  Then he
warned them about the supplements.  The two beefy black men looked at each
other and chuckled.  The one thing they were convinced Red didn't need was
help in the sex department.  Pratt felt it would help elevate his mood.

Red was lightly dosing, his mood elevated to erotic dreams.  The door
opened and a lean athletic orderly with a full beard gently roused Red.

"'Scuse me sir but Dr. Pratt wanted you to have a sponge bath but we can
skip it if you're too tired."  Red feebly shook his head that it was all
right as he tried to wake himself up.  The orderly pulled the curtains to
one side then walked over and locked the door.  "Here, let me help you out
of that silly hospital gown.  I'll get you a clean one.  Wow, obviously you
lift.  I think I should have brought a larger water basin.  How's that?"
The man carefully washed Red's back and cleaned the stitches.  One hand on
a big pec to balance Red.  The nipple reacted to the hot moist hand and the
orderly seemed a bit flustered.  A warm towel gently dried Red's back and
he turned to thank the man, looking directly into the dark eyes, their
mouths inches apart.

"That feels awesome, you have a great touch."

"Thank you, lay back sir and I'll get your chest.  This'll make
you.............feel, uh, much.....better."  Red's now stiff dick tented
the bed sheet.  Red started to say something. "Only natural sir."  Red
closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm soapy water cleaning his chest and
down his legs.  The man washed Red's balls which responded by hanging lower
between his legs.  The soapy cloth on his dick sent a rush up his spine.
Red moaned slightly as the man washed the pulsing cock.

"You know, you might not want to linger there.  It could be dangerous."  He
inhaled sharply when the hot mouth closed over the head of his dick.  The
orderly let the fat cock flop from his mouth and changed positions.  He
pushed Red's legs up and apart to get Red's butthole.  The man carefully
washed Red with the warm soapy water then resumed his expert mouth work on
the now purple cock.  A slick finger slid deep into Red to massage his
prostate.  It wasn't the beautiful black cocks he was used to but the
combination of hot mouth and probing finger was having the desired effect.
Red worked his nipples as the orderly sucked his dick.  Red's left hand was
pushed away as the man began twisting the hard brown left nipple.  Red felt
like he was floating through the whole experience.  This guy really knew
how to suck cock and was so thoroughly enjoying himself that he didn't seem
to react to Red's twisting the nipple he could reach through the man's
smock.

The sucking and finger fucking went on for 20 minutes as the man slowly
increased his oral intensity.  He never once touched Red's cock with his
hand. Red could only slightly raise his hips on the hospital bed as he
bulleted a steady stream of white-hot spunk down the eager man's throat.
The man licked a few drops from his bushy moustache then wiped the sweat
from his brow on his thick furry forearm.  He carefully finished giving Red
his sponge bath, kissed Red deeply and passionately and calmly left the
room.  Red groaned softly. His body tingled from the sexual high.  He felt
great.  Whatever Dr. Pratt had done had worked, aided by the hot blowjob he
had just received.  He was just about to doze off when a matronly woman
entered the room with wash basin and towels.

"The doc ordered a sponge bath for you sweetie.  You awake or do you want
to skip it?"

"What?  But an ord...this guy just.  He. And he.  I just had
one........really.  But.  Oh."

Eric stood in the dimly lit den drinking a liter of cold water.  His naked
body was covered in a light sweat.  One foot was up on a chair as he looked
out the sliding doors up at the ridge where the new house was being built.
His monster dick was still somewhat hard and pulsed softly against the
outstretched thigh nearly to his knee.  He had just directed a telephone
three-way with Tom and Nick in Los Angeles.  Tom had feared he would be
angry with him for having had the first go-round with Nick.  Instead, Eric
had orchestrated a sexual romp over the phone that had left all three men
covered in cum and sweat and panting for more.  The whole time he commanded
Nick what to do to his boy, he could feel the response in his own body
2,000 miles away.  He found it a little spooky that they had become so
closely connected.  At the same time he was high on his love for his son.
Tom had another day and a half in LA then would be off to San Francisco
where Eric would join him for the Folsum Street Fair.  The thought of two
weeks with Tom in what he considered one of his favourite cities made his
dick leak a thick drop of pre-cum.  Another thought of Tom in minimal
leather in the California sun in the middle of the biggest leather festival
shot a wave of sexual heat over his entire body.  He knew he had to change
his bedsheets from the last escapade but was glad he had waited.

"Wow, now there's a silhouette of heat and sex if I ever saw one."  Mike's
voice came from the doorway to the kitchen.  "Can't sleep?"  Eric turned to
walk toward the door.  "WHOA!  Weapon alert."  Mike swatted playfully at
Eric's hard stiff dick.  His actions sent Eric into waves of hysteric
laughter as he grabbed his friend and feigned sex.  "You know, if Doug and
I hadn't spent half the night fucking our brains out, I'd take you up on
that.  Although it is a bit more than I think I could handle.  My ass is
sore. But, uh, what?"

Eric walked into the kitchen and put the water bottle into the dishwasher.
"I've gotten off twice tonight, well, three times.  I just had phone sex
with Tom and this Nick guy from LA.  All I can think about is how much I
love Tom and want to be with him.  It's like we've developed this spiritual
bond. I can feel him even when he isn't here. It's weird to explain."

Mike sipped his glass of orange juice.  "Not really.  Most people would
kill to have what you two have.  It doesn't bother you that Tom is with
someone else?"

"Uh, on some level it does.  But I really felt Tom getting fucked. I felt
Nick's mouth on my body when he sucked on Tom's tits.  It is truly weird."
Eric batted at his own slightly drooping dick.  "I have several meetings to
get through before I leave for San Francisco, this puppy better behave.  Or
I'll never hear the end of it from Marsh and Jack."

Mike put his glass in the dishwasher, walked over to Eric and kissed him
lightly on the cheek.  "Goodnight."  He walked across the kitchen toward
the stairs.  "You know, to look at you, all 6'5" and heaven only knows how
many pounds of muscle and certainly a dick for the record books.  It's
really cool to know that inside there's this heart that beats passionately
for another man.  See ya in the morning."

Tom stretched his legs in the warm bubbling hot tub.  Nick offered him a
beer then slipped into the tub next to him.  "How ya feeling?"

"Good.  You know, for someone who claims to be all bottom, you slammed my
ass pretty good there buddy."

"Well, I don't think I've ever had long distance phone sex like that
before.  And Eric knew all the right things to tell me to do.  You guys are
really in tune with each other.  I hope my fucking around with you didn't
jeopardize anything."

"I don't think we have anything to worry about.  Eric is not vindictive and
if he were upset he would have said something, we been pretty open about
lots of things lately.  Seems to make our relationship stronger."

"I'm jealous, really, really jealous.  I would love to meet someone like
Eric and have what you two have."

"He's one of a kind."

'So, since I did Eric the favour and fucked you, how do you feel about
returning the favour?  My ass would love another go at that big dick of
yours."  Nick ran his hand over Tom's heavily-muscled body and came to rest
on the stiff dick.  "Hmmmm."

"Not sure I have the energy."

"I'll do all the work."  Nick got up, straddled Tom's super size quads and
impaled himself on the big stiff.  "Oh yeah.  You just relax and I'll take
care of myself."  Tom chuckled as Nick slipped an eager tongue into his
mouth.

Marsh hung up the phone and rolled over in bed to bump into Jack's broad
shoulders.  He hugged his lover and felt for the long limp worn out dick.
Jack moaned half asleep.  "That was the carpenter's and drywall local.
They found us some more guys.  Looks like Eric will have his house done by
the end of October and the apartment building well under way by then too.
Sonny will be able to switch a couple of crews to the other house.  I think
we're going to be moving lots of furniture in the middle of winter.  And
just think what spring will bring."

"Yep, bunches of naked men running between the houses.  Hmmm, this little
village may have some really hot perks.  Is Eric still gating the lower
road?"

"Uh huh, makes for a bit more security.  His little gay village will be
very private."

"Makes the mind boggle with possibilities, doesn't it?  Wanna practice?"

"Silly question."

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