Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 18:55:49 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 32

G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 32		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
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.

Dave flopped onto the bed next to Bob and watched the TV channels click by.
He pulled a pillow behind him and snuggled against the beefy older man.

"Good workout tonight.  I'll have you whipped into shape in no time."

Bob slowly turned toward him and sneered.  "You'll what?"  The cryptic
comment was followed by an attack on the teenager's pointy nips under the
heavy sweatshirt.  The two men jostled as Bob tickled and nibbled his
partner.  He stopped with a smart slap to the side of the round ample ass
in the faded jeans.  Dave was quick to notice the hard outline in the man's
jeans when he rolled away and back to the remote control.  "So what do you
want to do for dinner tonight, the left over roast beef?"

"Yeah, that's fine.  And I'll have some of whatever you're hiding in your
jeans down there."

"That's your dessert pig boy. You're getting bad."

"I'm learning from you."  Dave groped Bob's growing dick expecting to have
his hand slapped away.  Bob just groaned.

"Careful, you'll be having your dessert first.  What's in the mail?"

Dave continued to rub the hard denim covered dick as he sorted through the
day's mail.  "Hmm, something from Eric's company.  You know we haven't seen
much of them at all since they got back from California."

"According to Marsh, they came back to a shitload of work that needed
attention pronto like.  We may not see much of them until the housewarming
in December."

"It's the paperwork on the new store Eric is helping me open. That plaza
he's building out here is awesome.  Wow, this store is going to be great,
and it won't cost any more to run than my current one.  Oh, and a drawing
of how the store will connect to the new restaurant Dan is building and the
clothing store Sonny is fronting."

"You didn't tell me Sonny is opening a store.  Um, you're going to make me
cum if you keep rubbing like that, stop it."

"Oh yeah, he and his new boyfriend are going to offer some of the sports
gear that I don't carry and some of the upscale type stuff that gay men
prefer."

"Slut wear."

"You got it. Wow, I'm excited now.  All this should happen and be finished
by March.  Should make for an interesting spring. I just need to find staff
for the store."

"Any prospects at the gym?"

"No, Red's trying to find staff for the new gym that's opening on the other
side of town.  They all take one look at Tom and Red and forget about me."

"Ho, ho, I'm not the only one who is a bit hard."  Bob dropped the remote
on the nightstand and took the papers from Dave.

"Hey, I have to read and sign those.  I thought you wanted dinner."  Bob
straddled the young man and undid his jeans.  He giggled as he attempted to
push the man's hands away from his rigid prick.  "Bob, you know what
happens when we do this.  We end up skipping dinner and screwing all
night."  Bob only smiled wickedly as he peeled off his own flannel shirt
and ran the boy's hands over the thick fur-covered pecs.

"I don't think this will take long for either of us.  Cripes, maybe if you
flashed a few more of those guys at the gym this dick of death, you could
find a staff.  No pun intended. Don't worry, you'll be able to sign the
forms and have dinner."

"I want people who will do a good job who I can trust.  I ain't looking for
blowjobs. Well, not from them, however, right now, how about a little 69?"
Bob swallowed the stiff dick and swung his legs around.  "Guess that's a
yes."

Dan sat at the Dog Pound cafe counter waiting for Doc Pratt.  Dell
topped off his protein drink and looked over his shoulder.  "Well, Dell,
we're about to take another step here and expand the gay business world
according to Eric.  You ready?"

Dell sighed deeply and looked at the paperwork attached to the drawings.
"Yeah, but I have to admit, I'll miss this place when I go to manage our
new restaurant partner."  Dan looked up slyly.

"You'll miss being able to cruise all the hot men, even with Richard here."

Dell smiled as he looked over at the front desk where Richard was chatting
with a gym member.  "You know, it's funny, but we are basically monogamous.
Even with all the hot men around here.  Richard pretty much does it for me.
He knows all the right spots to hit."  Dan glanced at Dell's round bubble
butt.  "Shut up. I know, it's not exactly a small target."

Dan threw his hands up in the air.  "I didn't say a thing.  Soooooooo, any
luck finding a new manager?"

"Trying to change the subject eh?  No luck so far.  We've been interviewing
to find someone to take my place here, plus we need a manager for the
cafe in the new gym.  Tom and Red offer a fairly competitive wage and
benefits, plus gym membership.  I think they take one look at Tom and are
scared away."

"Huh, yeah, I guess all that beef might intimidate you, but he's such a
sweetheart.  You can't find nicer guys than Red and Tom."  Tom Pratt walked
around the corner from the locker room just as Dan made his comment.

"You of course, mean me."  He flexed his ample pecs and chest as he flopped
onto a stool and motioned for a drink.  Dell pulled Pratt's favourite
protein drink from the cooler and slid it down the counter toward him.  Tom
snatched it, pulled the tab and took a swig. "Fuckin' butch, eh?"

Dan patted his thigh.  "Yeah real butch and of course I mean you."  Pratt
faked a laugh and pinched a nip.

"So, Dell, where is that big hunk o' boss of yours anyway?  I haven't seen
neither Tom nor Eric for weeks."

Dell wiggled his butt at Richard at the front desk.  "According to Marsh
and Jack those two have been working like fiends to get all this real
estate stuff in place by the end of the year so they can enjoy the
holidays.  I have tons of paperwork to do for them and we're interviewing
like crazy.  You know anyone looking for a job?"

"Not really.  You mean gay?"

Dell finished cleaning the coffee pot.  "Not necessarily, but they need to
be open minded.  A cute beefy straight boy would do just fine."

Dan rolled his eyes as he got up and threw his gym bag over his shoulder.
"Yeah right.  I don't think they are as easily converted as you think.
Come on doc, let's go home and examine each other."

"You just want to go home and fuck."  Pratt stood up and pulled his
motorcycle jacket over the broad shoulders.

Dan groped his crotch and pumped his hips.  "That's code for, don't feed me
first, I'll fall asleep.  We'll see you tomorrow Dell, good luck with the
interviewing.  If we come across anyone, we'll let you know."

"Which come do you mean?"  He smiled as the two hunky lovers bounced
shoulders off each other in the doorway.  He was about to make a comment to
Richard when they heard someone yelling in the free weight room.

Richard swiped a member's card.  "Oh, that's just Red in his workout.
Probably broke a nail."

Red jumped up from the heavily loaded bench and did a dance around the
floor in between Ron and Darrell.  "All right, I'm back, looka that weight
guys.  I'm back to lifting my old weights."  He continued to pump the air
and jump as his buddies laughed.

"There's gonna be no livin' with him now."  Darrell threw an arm out and
tried to catch the beefy fireplug.  Red dodged the arm and crashed into
Ron.  Ron just laughed.

"Hey, sweaty little bald white boy, you think you're da man?"  Ron pushed
him away.

Red bounced his chest off of Ron's thick pecs.  He shouted, "I'm DA MAN!!!"
And continued to dance.  Gym members in the area just laughed or applauded.
They had long since figured out the three men were lovers and worked each
other's nerves unmercilessly.

Darrell took his place on the bench and prepared to lift the 415 pounds.
"We'll see about that when we get home."

Red stopped his celebration.  "You, uh, guys wouldn't hold back, you know,
um, those, things on me?"  The two beefy black men nodded yes.  "But, it's
been weeks, months since I've been allowed to lift heavy.  I think I
deserve the right to be happy."

Darrell pushed through the 10-rep set.  "Depends.  Are you happier lifting
or, you know."  He got up and pumped his slabs of muscles.  Red studied the
two blank faces and dropped his shoulders.

Ron picked up his towel and motioned toward the locker room.  "Good
workout, time to shower.  Come on Darrell."  Red followed like a lost
puppy.

"But I'm back to where I was six months ago.  I don't understand."  He
quietly stripped out of his gym clothes as Darrell and Ron did likewise.
He stared at the floor.  "Guys, I'm sorry if I pissed you off but I've been
so down on myself with my health and all, I just thought you'd be........."
Two stiff black dicks swung out in front of him.

He looked up as the two men almost spit on him to keep from laughing.  Ron
pulled him from the bench.  "You can be such a gullible queen sometimes."
He pushed him toward the showers.

"There are too many people around guys, we can't fool around."  Red quickly
glanced at the people in the shower room.

Darrell began to lather his tall muscular frame.  "Don't worry about it.
We'll be ready when we get home." Thirty minutes later the three lovers
were naked and pounding flesh.  Red happily sucked one dick as another
plowed his ass.  They switched every few minutes to his intense
delight. Balls slapped against his chin and ass.  Strong callused hands
worked his nips until they were raw and screaming for mercy.  His lovers
fucked the hell out of him for an hour before covering the sweat-covered
redhead in ribbons of hot thick cum.

Red lay on the bed as Ron stroked his still throbbing cock and Darrell
assaulted the red, raw nips one more time.  Red sent a stream of his own
juice high into the air.  "Oh shit, that was better than the workout
tonight."

Darrell slapped his big round muscle butt.  "And don't you for once ever
think we aren't happy that you aren't back to your evil weightlifting,
cocksucking self.  We love you man, we're glad to have you back to normal."

"Yeah, you ever think we don't love you, well, I don't know what we might
have to do to prove it."  Red lay across the bed as the two men toweled the
multiple loads of cum from his chest.

"Hmm, I might just have to test that."  He reached for the still bloated
cocks swinging above him.  Darrell batted his hand away.

"Not now you silly muscle pig.  It's time for dinner."

Mike watched as Doug finished the last set.  He marveled at how quickly he
had fought back and rebuilt his workout.  He had hardly been able to hobble
around the gym a few weeks before.  Now he was pushing tons of weight and
making big gains.  His muscles were quickly growing and the weight
dropping.  If he could only get him to do something about his clothes.
Doug was a bit on the conservative side where his body was concerned.  But
the chest and dick of death deserved to be displayed in Mike's mind.

"All right buddy, you're about to shoot past your old maxs and make new
gains.  You'll be challenging me in no time."

"Well, I doubt that but thanks.  If I could only stop sweating like a damn
pig."  He wiped his sweat-soaked hair.  "I leave puddles wherever I go."

"You, at least, carry a towel and use it.  Lots of guys don't.  It's
disgusting to find machines dripping with sweat.  I'll spare you Red's
comments, other than he goes ballistic.  Besides, sweat can be a good
thing."

Doug giggled, "You're thinking in terms of sex, um, this isn't the same
thing."

"It isn't?  Works for me."

"Everything works for you. You are such a pig.  By the way, what did Tom
and Red say about you're wanting to stay on as trainer and our not managing
the B&B?"

"They were OK with it on one condition and that is I hire the training
staff for the new gym opening in January.  I've talked with a couple of
people but haven't made any decisions.  I have to meet a guy for a few
minutes before we leave."

"Aren't you going to workout?"  He stepped back knowing he had pushed one
of Mike's buttons.

Mike's eyes narrowed to tiny slits as he took a deep breath. "I workout all
day with clients and do my own sets between appointments, thank you.  How
else do you think I keep this killer bod and razor sharp abs?"

"Oh we're back to the hot sweaty sex."  Mike bearhugged his lover and
wrestled with him as they walked toward the locker room.  "I'll guess I'll
wait for you in the cafe.  Have you already showered and done the
sauna?"

Mike saw the distinct outline of a growing prick in Doug's baggy shorts.
"Yes I have and, oh, I'm the pig? I shouldn't be long."  He glanced at
Doug's crotch.  "Well, not as long as some people."

"I get the point spandex boy."

"Speaking of which we need to get you some new clothes."

Doug smiled coyly as he swung his towel over his shoulder and sauntered
toward the locker room tossing his water bottle into the air. "Maybe."

Mike rolled his eyes, shook his head slightly and casually adjusted his
dick.  After a day of being around men and muscle, he wanted to grab Doug
and pull him down on top of him. Later.  He was about to go to his office
when Richard came around the corner.

"Hey, Mike, that guy who wanted to drop off his resume is here, where did
you want to meet him?"

"Great, in my office.  I'll come out front and get him. Any signs?"

Richard opened his mouth to say something then closed it and waved his
hand.  "You know, I don't know. You're on your own on this one."  He smiled
as Mike walked past him to the front desk. Richard pointed to the man
standing near the cafe entrance.  The man stood about 5' 10", with a
nearly shaved head and heavy five o'clock shadow.  He wore an open
motorcycle jacket over a sweatshirt and spandex shorts.  The shorts hugged
a thick chiseled set of furry legs in work boots.  "Well, he's got the look
anyway." Richard walked back to the front desk humming a commercial.

"Hi, I'm Mike."

"Hi, I'm Rick Vaness, thanks for taking the time to see me."  Mike motioned
toward his office upstairs and to the back of the row.  They made small
talk about the gym and Rick admitted he had worked out at the Dog Pound a
couple of times.  Mike invited him to sit as Rick apologized for his dress;
he had just finished a workout and realized he would he late if he
showered.  The jacket came off and revealed a wide heavily muscled chest
and shoulders.  The man certainly did fit the look.

The two men chatted amicably over the job of head trainer for the new gym.
Rick met all the criteria.  His resume had all the things a gym wants in a
trainer and his appearance would inspire clients.  Certainly the gay ones.
Mike shifted in his chair to keep his inspiration from becoming painful.

Richard walked through the locker room on his hourly cleanliness check-up
and stopped to say hello to Doug.

"So how does Mike's candidate look?"

Richard took a deep breath.  "I'd do him in a minute.  Oh hell, we'd all do
him in a group in the middle of O'Hare."

Doug tucked his shirt into his jeans.  "That good eh?"

Richard shrugged his shoulder.  "Something about this place just brings
them out.  Like a beacon drawing gay muscle bears to a campfire.  Or
something like that."

"Hmmm, guess I should get upstairs and have a peek.  Oh, by the way, I saw
these two big beefy naked black men with these funny stiff protuberances
leading a shorter, bald muscle pup to the showers a few minutes ago.
What's that all about?"

Richard laughed.  "I'm getting too old for all of this.  As Red regains his
strength and, well, you know, the three of them are damn near out of
control.  Red gives off this sexual buzz all day until they get here to
workout, then it becomes this high pitched sex call that only dogs can
hear."  Doug's face went blank.  "I'm kidding, sort of."

Doug found Mike's office empty when he walked upstairs.  A worn leather
motorcycle jacket lay across the corner chair.  He spotted Mike walking
Rick through the Dog Pound explaining the operations philosophy and how the
two gyms will have the same features and equipment but the new gym will be
spread out on one floor for convenience to persons with disabilities.  He
tried not to stare at Rick's hard body and ample basket, not to mention the
roundness of the beefy muscle butt.  The man seemed genuinely excited about
the prospect of working for Red and Tom.  He asked about timelines.

Mike walked back toward his office as Doug walked into the cafe. Doug
did a double take when he saw Rick up close.  Mike looked curiously at
Doug.  "Tom and Red want to second interview whomever I suggest and they
want to get the person hired here before the holidays, then work to get
everything in place for the opening in January.  Not a lot of time."

Rick shuffled nervously as they sat down in Mike's office again.  "Look, I
really want this opportunity.  I live and breath lifting and working
out. And I train people on my own.  I want the opportunity to establish a
career for myself in an outfit like this.  I saw Tom and Red compete, in
June was it?  I did my homework and you guys are customer focused and
putting your money where your mouth is, at least where muscle is concerned.
I would really like this chance Mike, but there's one thing you should
know." Mike took a deep breath expecting a huge background mystery.  "I'm
straight."

Mike bust out laughing.  "I thought you were going to tell me you were a
felon or had a terminal illness.  Rick, I would not not consider you just
because you're straight."

"Really?  I mean with Tom and Eric and well, Red and his lovers, you know,
I thought, this place has a rep, But everyone has only good stuff to say
about everyone and the equipment is top notch. I mean I'm open-minded, I've
even suc.., um, but it's not where my head is.  Oooo, sorry, bad choice of
words."  Mike waved his hands.  Rick took several deep breaths and turned
bright red.

"Rick, I'll call you tomorrow and give you a time to meet with Tom and Red.
And we do have straight people working here, a few."  Rick's eyes opened
wide.  "I'm kidding. We are a very diverse organization."  They worked out
a couple of details as Mike walked him to the front door.  On their way
they passed Joe and Vic heading to the free weight room.  Vic walked into
the doorframe as he strained to get a better look at Rick.

Mike shook Rick's beefy hand and watched as the man hustled across the
parking lot to a spotlessly clean, yellow Ford Ranger.  "Oh yeah, he's
straight."

He found Doug seated at the cafe counter sipping a protein shake and
chatting with Dell.  "So, what's the word?"

Mike leaned against the counter and smiled.  "He'll be perfect.  Has all
the right stuff."

"We second that."  Joe and Vic sauntered in to ask about Rick.

"I think Tom and Red will hire him with no problem.  He's the perfect
trainer and he has business training too.  He'll make a good addition to
our staff."

Joe leaned closer. "How about?"

"Sorry guys, he's straight"

"WHAT?"

Mike laughed.  "He was worried that he wouldn't be considered for the job
because of his sexual preference.  He seems to know an awful lot about what
goes on here. And believe me, he said all the right things, he's straight."

"Daaaayamnnnnn."  Vic's shoulders slouched.  Joe pulled his cop partner
back toward the free weight room.

"Sorry Vic, you're stuck with me so let's get cracking on this workout. So
I can get cracking elsewhere." Vic's eyes widened and he wiggled his butt.

Richard put his hand over his eyes and sighed.  "That poor bastard, Rick is
it, doesn't stand a chance."

Mike pulled Doug from his chair and scanned his clothes.  "What's this?"
Doug was wearing a skintight gray knit shirt that hugged his muscular body
and snug jeans that nicely displayed the thick legs and huge basket.

"Oh just a little image adjustment, you like it?"

"Yeah, I really do.  Now, finish your drink, we need to go."

"That hungry eh?"

"Um, yeah right, food.  We'll get to it eventually."

Joe pulled off his sweatshirt and walked to the preacher bench in the
corner of the free weight room.  "OK, buddy, time for a really blitzing arm
workout.  Let's do a few warm-ups and then a quick cable routine. What?"

Vic set the weight on the cables and grabbed the handles.  "Are you doing
something different?  Your arms and shoulders are really popping and cut.
Why haven't I noticed that?  Why don't I have those cuts?"

"Hmm, for starters, you're older than I am, then there's the cops and
donuts thing.  Not a good combination.  You're older than I am. Plus, I
changed my diet.  And, generally you are face down with your eyes closed
going, oh,oh,oh to even notice."  Vic just blinked unable to say anything.
He dropped the handles and upped the weight by 20 pounds. "And you're older
than I am."  30 pounds.

He calmly squeezed out a set and felt his arms start to heat up.  "And for
your information, I don't do donuts."

"Bagels and cream cheese then."  Joe moved through a set with ease.

"Nope."  Vic raised the weight another notch.  "Sorry to disappoint you.
And tonight, I'll be on my back, watching those shoulders and those tits
are in for some real pain."

"OK, I fail to see how that relates to biceps and the cable machine but
then again I should know not to walk up in the middle of one of your
conversations."  Sonny stood to one side pumping his arms and pointing to
his nipples.  "I don't get the routine here.  Is tonight biceps and nipple
night?"

Joe laughed and pumped his softball-sized biceps in Sonny's face. "Piglet
here is jealous of my arm growth."

"Oh, I see.  And that equates to titplay and sex, silly me."  Sonny shook
his head as if to clear the cobwebs.  "Let's compare."  He yanked off his
sweatshirt to reveal a gray tank and struck a quick double biceps pose.
The arms swelled to hard round softball size peaks.

Tim walked up and flexed next to him. "I don't know what you're all doing
but I like what I see."

Joe did another set and smiled.  "Vic here is feeling inadequate in the arm
department.

Tim grabbed a 10-pound plate to do some warm-ups.  "Oh sorry. But you have
great arms for someone your age.  I love doing arms. Let's hit the weights.
We'll have him up to speed in no time"

Vic took over the cables for another set.  "What? A man my age? You know,
Joey, there is such a thing as no sex at all."  The three buddies watching
him just laughed.  "And I ain't that old, fuck all of you."

Sonny stepped up as Vic finished.  "Mind if we work in with you?  And Vic,
the day you withhold sex is the day I'll have a sex change operation."  Tim
and Joe shook their whole bodies in disgust.

Joe did his last set of cables.  "OK boys, tonight we blitz arms.  Hope
someone can keep up." He glanced at Vic.

Vic faked a laugh as he set-up the bar on the preacher bench.  "You know, I
could also go the other way and over sex you."  Pause.  Silence.  Laughter.
"Well, then, guess I am on my way to 22-inch biceps."

Tim finished a set on cables.  "Oh man, don't make me laugh so hard.  I'll
hurl my meds."

Sonny hugged Vic's shoulders.  "Aren't you glad we're your friends?"

"Yeah right."  Vic added with sarcasm.  "As a cop, I think I need backup
friends."

The four buds spent the next hour killing their arms.  All were soaked with
sweat as Vic tumbled onto an ab machine.  "Come on guys.  Twenty minutes of
abs, whadya say?"

"He's feeling guilty for those donuts again."  Vic orchestrated a 20-minute
abfest that soon had the four men dripping even more sweat.  Richard walked
quietly over and pursed his lips.  "Uh oh, it's the sweat police.
Everybody have your towels ready."

"Noooooooo, I ain't coming over to whine at you for the puddles of sweat
you leave.  It's 9:30 boys, we close in 30.  I know how easily you guys get
distracted."

Vic wiped sweat from his forehead.  "I'm ready to hit the showers, you
guys?  Thanks Richard, we won't keep you."

"Thanks, Dell and I will be downstairs doing paperwork. Enjoy the
showers. Boy, that's a dangerous thing to say."

The four men quickly swept through the locker room, stripped and headed for
the showers.  Vic pulled Joe into the sauna on the way.  "Vic, we only have
a few minutes.  We don't have time to lounge in the sauna."  He pulled his
lover to the bench and sat down.

"Now isn't this nice?"

"Yeah right, where's that hand going?  Stop."  Vic's hand squeezed the
inside of Joe's thick, sweaty left thigh.  "Don't." It inched up until the
knuckles nuzzled the sleeping giant between Joe's legs.  "Stop it." The big
beefy hand cradled the fat full nuts and pulled playfully. "Don't do that."
The fat cock swelled with pride.  Sonny and Tim walked in and froze near
the door as Vic's lips lightly kissed the side of Joe's neck.
"Don't....touch....me"

Sonny hesitated near the wooden door and glanced out the small window at
only two other men in the locker getting dressed to leave.  "Guys this
isn't exactly the best place. Tim, what are you doing?"  Tim fell to his
knees and swallowed the big man's swinging crankshaft.  Sonny's hand
instinctively went to the door to hold it shut as his cock disappeared into
the smaller man's hot mouth.

Vic slid his wet body over Joe's left leg and positioned himself at his
lover's feet.  "One should always have protein right after a good workout."
He licked and teased the growing knob of Joe's lengthening cock and
squeezed the thick fleshy prick in his wet callused hand.  Sweat rolled
down the chests of the furry men and plopped onto the tile floor.  Vic took
the not quite hard dick into his mouth and sucked it down.  Sonny looked
over as he heard Joe gasp.  He watched as Vic expertly sucked the big man's
dick into hard submission.  His own lover at his feet gagged on the
formidable object of his desire.  Vic's head moved slowly up and down on
the shiny fat cock.  Sonny glanced out the door window at an empty locker
room.  He placed his hand on the back of Tim's head and pushed the man's
face into his crotch.

Tim breathed deeply, opened his throat and felt the dick slip deep into his
hungry throat.  He slid a wet hand deep into Sonny's ass and found the
tight hole.  Sonny's legs trembled.  He glanced back at Joe and Vic.  Vic's
head was moving faster as his hand closed around Joe's engorged cock.
Vic's own cock and balls swung in rhythm between his heavily muscled
thighs.  Joe sucked in a deep breath and Vic buried his face into the man's
thick forest of hair.  A finger slid into Sonny's ass and immediately hit
the target.  Sonny felt his nuts churning.  Tim pulled back as ribbons of
hot spunk hit him in the chest and stuck.  Sonny held onto the doorframe as
his knees wobbled under him.  Tim smiled up at Sonny and squeezed a few
more drops from the pole bouncing in front of him.  "That ought to hold
until we get home."  Sonny swallowed hard and pulled the man to his feet.
He closed his arms around the tight body and pressed their lips together.

"We need to shower."

"Your dick's still hard."

Sonny walked out of the sauna and back to the empty showers.  He turned the
spray on full and stood under the relaxing stream.  "What you just did,
well, it ain't going to go down for awhile?"

Tim tilted his head under the water cascading over his muscles.  "Well
then, shower quickly."

Vic sucked until Joe pried him from his sore dick.  "Wow, that was
intense. But we have to go.  Did you shoot?"  Vic got to his feet and
smiled slyly through his sweat. No.  "Uh oh, something tells me I'm in for
a long night."

The four men giggling the whole time they showered and dressed.  As Sonny
fumbled to get his jeans over his still stiff prick, Vic flopped to the
bench to tie his shoes.  "Are you having a problem there buddy?"

"Depends on how you look at it.  Tim here is the one who has to deal with
it now."

Tim zipped his gym bag closed.  "Time's a wastin', let's get moving."  They
found the front door locked.  "That's weird.  Wonder where Richard is?
There's light in the cafe office. Let's look there."

They found Dell draped over his desk, jeans at his ankles and Richard
slumped over his back.  Both men were breathing deeply and a condom wrapper
lay on the floor.

"So this is what you do when you kick out the members."

Richard pulled up his pants and laughed.  "We didn't throw you out.  You
were too busy sucking dick in the sauna."  The four buddies faked looking
aghast.  "Get real guys, you aren't exactly the quietest group."

Dell pulled his clothes together and slapped Richard's butt.  "Well, on
that note, let's go home.

Tom stretched out on the bench and placed his hands on the lower crossbeam
at the bottom of the machine.  His naked slightly sweaty body stuck to the
new vinyl covering as his stiff cock rolled underneath his abs.  "I really
like the carpeting we choose for down here but do you think it will hold
up?" He felt Eric's hot hands massaging his butt and groaned.  A callused
palm fondled the big cum-filled nuts causing his exposed butthole to twitch
in anticipation.

"It's from the same company as in the other house and that held up really
well.  I hope we get the same wear from this.  We aren't hard on it like
you would be at the Dog Pound and we're careful not to spill stuff.  It
should be OK. I'll, uh, just be careful not to shoot anything on it today."

"Really.  Our friends would definitely notice a cum stain on new carpeting
in a new house right away.  It would be like cum radar attracting them.
Still, I don't think this is the intended use for this chest machine."  A
greased finger entered his butt and sent a shockwave of lust to his
nipples.  "When are the movers bringing the rest of our gym stuff?"

"Tuesday.  Along with a bunch of files from the office.  Buying new for the
new house will leave us a nice gym in the B&B.  Man, Tommy your butt is
looking exceptionally hot tonight."  Eric dropped to his knees and took a
quick tongue lap at the upturned hole.  "Mmmm, if it looks like a man and
smells like a man, then..." His voice trailed away as he buried his tongue
in his son's ass.  The two men had spent the afternoon organizing the gym
in their new house and, of course, hard work always leads to hard sex for
the two lovers.  Eric pushed Tom forward on the bench and fished his
monster stiff prick back to tease as he ate the boy's butt.  Tom moaned his
approval.

"And they finish the sauna and shower down here next week too?

"Mmyepf."

"And then the rest of the furniture will get moved and we can move in?"

"Mwyepf."

"And all the moving men get to fuck me silly?"

"No!  I'm still a little jealous over just how much you enjoyed the two
Ron's humping your butt in San Francisco."

"I'm kid.......oh fuck.....ding.  Mmmmm.  I am never a pig without you and
then, ooohhhnly with your consent.  Oh fuck dad, eat me.  Make me want it."
Tom felt Eric's big beefy mitt close around his distended prick and begin
to stroke him as the tongue drove deeper.  Clear fluid began to seep from
the beefy man's tube.  Eric lapped it down

"Don't drip on the new carpet."  Eric's hand cracked across Tom's upturned
butt.  Tom moaned louder.  He used the thick goo to slick down the fat rod
and lube his hand friction.  Tom moaned still louder.  Eric took a deep
breath as he flexed his legs.  "I'm getting too old for these low angle
positions."  Gobs of spit filled his hand and spread over the cock god
between his legs.  He pushed slowly into Tom's willing ass.  The thick
battering ram slowly slid in until it was buried to the orange sized nuts.
Tom opened his eyes slightly to see Eric's hand move to grip the support
beam on either side of his head.  The calf-like forearms flexed and
striated into more muscle than most men thought humanly possible.  The big
man was bracing for an all out assault on his lover's prone butt.  Tom
focused past the meaty forearms to a mirror on the sidewall.  He could see
Eric's magnificent 6'5" body, nude except for black high tops, poised in a
sexual dance above his own body.  He watched as his master's legs flexed
with each thrust of the rigid prick deep into the round muscle butt.  The
arms were like oak limbs supporting the beefy furry chest.  Beads of sweat
formed on the man's shaved head as he mechanically throttled the willing
man.

Tom watched the whole sexual scene like a movie in which he had gotten
bottom billing.  His eyes would link with Eric's as the big man slowed down
his assault, then once again begin to build the intensity.  Tom's sore tits
slid across the bench. The nipple rings signaled waves of pleasure to his
nuts still caught between the stiff prick and the end of the bench.  Eric
pummeled the hungry butt for 20 minutes before slamming his load home.  Hot
waves of spunk burned Tom's insides as Eric filled him.  The thick chiseled
abs heaved as Eric fought for breath.  The burning muscled arms lowered the
big man to kiss and lick the back of Tom's own sweaty neck.

"Not to be rude but if you don't want me to make a mess of the new carpet,
move.  My dick's about to blow.  Eric unceremoniously pulled his pole free
of Tom's butt dropped to his knees and pressed the man's body up until he
could suck down the dangling cock.  Tom filled his throat with a stream of
pent up cum.  Tom could only gasp as his body spasm with the jolts of cum
in his dick.  He struggled to clear his vision as Eric's drained his son's
dick and lowered the muscle hunk back to the bench.  "I can hardly wait
until the sauna and shower and everything else is here.  I'm going to like
working out in this house as much as I like the other."

"What about workouts at the Dog Pound with Red and the gang?"  Eric lifted
Tom to his feet as his legs wobbled beneath him.

"Two-a-days.  One at the Dog Pound and one here with you."

"You think we're going to have sex every time we workout?"  Eric gave Tom a
confused look.  "Damn, we do it almost everytime now."

"How do you think I got this beefy?"  Tom struck a pose as Eric wrestled
him into a fur-covered embrace.  "Were you really bothered by Ron, and uh
Ron, fucking me in San Francisco?  You initiated it."  Eric toweled sweat
from his body and handed another towel to Tom.

"I know, it's weird.  Part of me likes the whole piggy sex things with our
buddies.  At the same time, I want you all to myself."  He flopped on a
bench and shrugged.

Tom pulled on his sweatshirt as Eric fondled his big nuts.  "As I always
tell you, I am only yours.  I only enjoy sex with other men with you.  And
speaking of those guys, where are they staying in Chicago?"

"Well, they were supposed to stay with Bill and Steve but they ended up
having to go out of town, so I asked Jim and Al if they could help them."

"You asked two cops to help two former cops find a new apartment?  Two
muscle crazy beefy hunky cops and two just as oversexed former cops?  Oh
my.  I don't know who will wear out who."

"Whom?"

Ron and Ron guided the rental car into the drive of Jim and Al's house and
sat for a few seconds.  "Well, they are expecting us.  I wish I new more
about these guys. All Eric said is they are great guys and that we would
like them.  And ready or not, we're here to start our new life.  You
ready?"

Brown took a deep breath.  "Yeah.  If Eric thinks they're OK, then I'm OK."
The two muscle hounds got out of the car, grabbed a bag each from the trunk
and walked to the door.  Al answered the door wearing a T-shirt, jeans,
with a towel draped over his shoulder and a spoon in his hand.

"Hi, you must be Ron and, um, Ron, come on in and make yourselves
comfortable.  I'm doing a bit of cooking, hope you don't mind but I started
dinner for us.  The guestroom is right here; you can drop your bags.  I
need to check on dinner.  Come on into the kitchen when you get out of your
coats. They watched Al's beefy butt walk away.  The comfortable guestroom
made them feel right at home.  Brown nudged Winters as they walked down the
hallway to the kitchen.  Al's uniform shirt was tossed on the bed and a
picture of Jim and Al in uniform sat on a table in the entryway. They found
Al busily cooking.

"Hey, thanks for putting us up.  You guys are cops?" Al looked up at the
two sets of pecs straining police academy t-shirts and blinked quickly.

"Uh, ummmmmm, yeah we are?  Eric didn't tell you?"  The men chuckled and
shook their heads no.  "Well, Eric also didn't tell me you two were gym
rats.  We'll get along just fine.  Something to drink?  Beer's in the
fridge, and wine, liquor is over there.  Make yourselves something.  Dinner
will be about another 30 minutes.

"Thanks, we don't want to be a problem."

"No problem, glad to help.  Eric asked me to get the apartment guides for
you.  They're over there on the counter.  I can get gym passes for you
tomorrow."  Brown stretched his arms over his head to get out the kinks
from the plane and car.  The movement pulled his shirt loose from his jeans
exposing the tight abs and pushing out the ample basket.  "I know you need
to concentrate on a place to lick, er, uh, live."

The two men laughed and studied Al's thick muscular frame.  "Where's your
partner, still working?"

"No.  He's visiting family in Pennsylvania and apologizes for not being
here.  He felt he needed to go home for a visit with his son, our son.
Something he needed to do."

"Oh too bad, but I assume we'll still get to meet him in a day or so."

"Oh yeah, he's not going to miss meeting you two, for sure."  Al walked
over to the far cabinet and got a bottle of red wine from a low shelf.  The
two men studied the round muscle butt in tight jeans.  "In the meantime,
I'll do my best to make you comfortable."  Brown opened his mouth to
respond.  "Any way I can, it's not a problem."  He smiled slyly and leaned
against the counter to show the two beefy former cops the outline of his
hard dick in his jeans.

Jim sat in the rental car and folded the paper with the directions his
sister had given to him.  It was just getting dark in the Pennsylvania
countryside.  He hugged his son to his chest and kissed the top of his
head.  A state trooper stood next to a patrol car about 40 feet away.
Tears rolled silently down Jim's face as he looked past the trooper and
rocked his son.  The quiet restored field spread out in front of them, just
past the flowers and gifts.  An older couple lit a candle, got into their
car and drove away.  The trooper walked to Jim's car.

"Sir, it's getting dark and we lock the gate at the end of the lane in
about 20 minutes. You OK?"  Jim shook his head and stepped out of the car.
His son curled in the driver's seat and sat quietly.  I see a Pittsburgh
rental sticker there.  Are you driving back tonight?"

"No sir, I have family in the area and felt I had to come out here.  Had to
make the trip."

"Lots of people feel that way sir.  You live in Pittsburgh?"

"No, Chicago, actually.  I'm a cop."  He showed the trooper his badge and
smiled as another tear rolled down his cheek.

"I understand sir.  Just didn't want you to get lost on these roads.  And
with a little boy.  Got a son of my own and I know how fussy kids can get
when it gets dinner time."

"He's been a real trooper, has no clue about all of this, but I, well,
wanted him to be here with me.  Friends, family, loved ones mean so much
more to me now."  He struggled for words.

The trooper held out his hand to shake Jim's. "To all of us buddy.  Does
your family live in Somerset?"

Jim swallowed hard.  "About 10 minutes on the other side."  He held the
man's hand.

"Be careful going home.  I'll be here tomorrow if you want to come back."
Jim thanked him and got back into the car.  He pulled his cell phone from
his pocket as he drove to the end of the lane.  Three rings and a familiar
warm voice.  "Hi...Al, I love you."

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