Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 16:09:33 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 33

G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 33

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.


December's unseasonably warm weather had people hustling around like it was
a spring day. Bruce stood on the corner outside of the theatre's box office
and read the ticket receipt.  He unclipped his cell phone from his belt and
punched in the numbers.  He leaned against a pole as the phone rang and
idly scratched his left pec.  The thick forearms twitched as his fingers
moved.  An attractive young woman and an obviously interested man in jeans
and sweatshirt almost crashed into each other trying to get a better look
at the frame of muscle nonchalantly standing on the corner.  Few people
would ever guess the 6-foot frame of cut muscle with the blond flattop and
thick full moustache was 50.  He was genetically blessed with a lean
muscular frame and an incredibly high and fast metabolism.  Fewer people
would ever imagine the formidable dick of death in the strained basket on
the worn black jeans.  He shrugged his shoulders to stretch a sore muscle
from the morning's workout and caused two more men to stare. He smiled and
flexed again.  Finally a familiar voice.

"Hi Stevie.  Yeah, I got the tickets.  You're sure this show is good?  OK,
we're all set then. How much longer do you need in the office?  That's
fine.  It'll give me enough time to duck into Kaufmann's and get some
athletic socks.  Mine are pretty sad looking.  Did you check the weather
forecast in Illinois?  If it's this warm in Pittsburgh, what're the
long-range conditions there?  Of course, we're overpacked! We're gay! It's
60-some degrees.  It's supposed to be cold and snowy in December and I'm
standing here on Seventh Avenue in a T-shirt.  I'm glad we shipped the
leather ahead with security being what it is in the airports now.  I don't
want to have to worry about our luggage being scanned.  Well, yeah, it's
safe without the toys but hopefully it will speed up the process.  OK, I'll
see ya in a bit, be ready.  We have to be at the airport two hours before
flight time.  Nope, I'm not taking any work.  No laptop.  No file
folders. Nothing.  It's a vacation trip to visit Eric and Tom for their
housewarming.  I plan on relaxing.  I'm retired remember?  I only work when
I want to work.  Meet you at the car."  Bruce clicked off the phone and
headed toward the department store a few blocks away.

Bruce and Steve were two of Eric's oldest friends having met him on
business in Chicago in the early 80's.  Bruce had been on a business trip
to visit Eric and just happened to cross paths with him in the old Gold
Coast one night.  The two muscle hounds laughed and hugged, gave each other
a long not very business like kiss and began a personal friendship that had
lasted longer than most marriages.  Eric just happened to turn and
introduce Bruce to a young buddy of his who was obviously trolling for dick
that night.  That night, Steve joined the two men at Eric's apartment. It
would change his life forever.  He became Bruce's lover, moved to
Pittsburgh to be with him, and became a leather lover and a man who
amazingly could sit on a dick the size of most guys' arms.  It was love at
first sight for the two muscle hunks.  Bruce chuckled as he recalled that
night as he walked along Fifth Avenue, pecs bouncing with each step under
the tight cotton shirt.

He had helped Eric turn a small company and some smart investments into a
multi-million dollar operation.  Eric had sworn him to secrecy over his
good fortune afraid that the money would create an endless string of guys
only after one thing.  Now, Eric was settled into a three-year relationship
with Tom who cared less about Eric's money and was totally devoted to the
man.  Tom was bright enough to follow Eric and Bruce's advice and was on
his own way to a nice tidy nest egg of his own.  Bruce bypassed the main
entrance of the store into the women's cologne and make-up department for a
side entrance that would get him closer to the men's department.  But
first, that cup of Starbuck's and all the water he drank at the gym was
calling.  He walked through the mezzanine to the far escalators and headed
for the men's room.  The beefy man in the jeans and sweatshirt, who had
passed in front of him on Seventh, was browsing through the racks this time
wearing an employee's badge.  He smiled at the guy who, unfortunately, took
that as a follow-me gesture.  Bruce stood at the urinal peeing what he was
sure was a record for him, when the blond man with the shaved head stepped
to the urinal next to him.  The guy eagerly glanced at the thick tube of
meat in Bruce's hand and flashed an impressive tool of his own.  Bruce
stuffed his dick back into his jock, zipped his jeans, washed his hands and
headed to the men's furnishings department.  He was browsing through the
latest athletic wear when he saw the man again giving directions to another
employee.

Bruce couldn't avoid the guy as he stepped to the next rack.  "Looking for
something in a pair of workout shorts?" Bruce felt the man's hand brush his
crotch behind the hanging clothes.

He looked at the handsome face with its full blond goatee and moustache and
the smooth shaved head.  The man had partially unbuttoned his shirt to
reveal a blond furry chest.  "Hi Rob, how are you?"

"I'd be better if you'd come back to my office and let me inventory that
big dick and fat nuts in your pants.  It's been ages since I've seen you
guys around and you never play anymore.  Where've you two been?"  The man
rubbed the now awakening snake.  Bruce felt his dick stir to life and begin
to stretch.

"I retired in November and have been doing consulting stuff as I feel so
moved.  As for playing around, well, you know, we never did much except as
a couple."

"And you have one helluva couple of nuts in those jeans, let me get you
off.  Come on."

"Sorry buddy.  We have to get to the airport and I just ran in for a couple
of pairs of socks."  He felt the zipper of his jeans slide down and his
thickening dick push for freedom.  He turned slightly to keep other
customers from seeing his dick about to push out from his jock. An
insistent hand massaged the thick flesh.  "Rob, as much as I might like to
pound that beefy butt of yours, I can't.  Give me a rain check.  I'll talk
to Steve, see if maybe when we get back we can give you a little holiday
gift."

"You promise?  I get to be sandwiched between you two hot studs and get
fucked until I can't walk?"

Bruce rolled his eyes as he stepped toward Rob in an effort to get the man
to walk toward the cash register.  He groped the shorter man's hard dick
and squeezed.  "Yeah, I promise.  And I know you well enough that you'll
have someone's dick down your throat ten minutes after I leave.  Don't you
get tired of being a constant pig?"

Rob turned toward the service desk, the outline of his hard dick plainly
visible in silhouette. "Sometimes, I just haven't met anyone like you two
to control me."

Bruce bit his tongue to keep from saying what he wanted.  "Well, maybe you
will someday.  Thanks, I gotta run.  I'll find you when we get back."  He
paid the bill and zipped his jeans as discretely as he could.  Rob was
obviously in heat.  The hard dick in his jeans had not subsided, the cotton
of the shirt did nothing to hide the erect nipples and Rob's face was still
flushed as Bruce walked away.  An attractive beefy man in a business suit
was browsing the racks as Bruce left the department.  Ron was closing in on
him.  Bruce chuckled to himself.  Even if the man was straight, he was
about to get his dick sucked.

Bruce headed for the parking garage fully aware his pecs were showing his
own erect nipples as he rushed down the street.  His dick was still bloated
from the Ron encounter adding to his mystique.  He popped the trunk on the
Lincoln and stuffed the new socks into his luggage.  A familiar hand slid
between his legs.  The familiar scent of his long-term lover hit him and he
smiled.

"Don't start something we can't finish and get me stopped at the airport
for carrying a concealed weapon. Besides, I ran into Ron at the store and
he got the damned thing all excited."

Steve tweaked a big thick nipple.  "Did you fuck him?"

"Nooooooo.  Stop that."

"Well, you know it's a short flight between Pittsburgh and Chicago and we
won't be getting any kind of meal service and we'll have that long wait in
the airport, so how 'bout if I suck you off here?"  Bruce closed the trunk
and looked into the eyes of the man who had shared his life for nearly 20
years.  "Get in the car."  Steve mumbled 'damn' and got in the passenger
side.  Bruce flopped into the driver's seat, reclined the leather seatback
and unzipped his jeans.  "You realize this will only make me hornier and
you will be in for a major fucking when we hit Eric and Tom's house?"

Steve smiled a big cocksucking grin.  He coaxed the fat cock out of hiding
and licked the fist-sized head.  "Wouldn't have it any other way."  The
fleshy prick thickened, rose to its full 13-inch splendor and rewarded
Steve with gobs of hot white manjuice.  He had dressed casually for the
couple of hours he had been in the office. His dick was still fully erect
even after they cleared airport security.  Bruce stretched in the airlines
lounge chairs and sipped his coffee.  He watched Steve squirm in his chair
to get comfortable.

Bruce peaked over the top of his newspaper and smiled.  "See what happens
when you can't get closure?"

"It's been over an hour.  This damn thing is starting to hurt.  Don't
laugh."  Bruce felt his nipples tighten again under the tight shirt.  By
the time they reached Chicago, picked up their rental car and began the
two-hour drive to Eric and Tom's, Steve would be in sexual pain and in need
of big time relief.  Just the way he liked it."

Eric looked at the clock on the desk and handed Tom another stack of forms
to sign.  "Bruce and Steve should be through the airport stuff and on the
road here.  What do you think?"

Tom looked at his watch and smiled.  "I think we finish all this paper
crap, have some lunch and be ready to hit the gym when they get here.
Knowing Steve, he'll be too polite to say he needs to rest, meaning have
Bruce fuck him senseless and by time we finish with the gym, then man will
be screaming for sex."

Eric filed another new business contract and patted Tom on the thick trap
as he crossed behind him.  "You've figured those two out really well.
Traveling always makes Steve horny. And Bruce just loves to travel.

Vic stirred in his chair and sneaked a look at his watch.  The police
officers conference he was attending in suburban Philadelphia was beginning
to wear thin.  There was the usual boring sessions but at least some of the
sights made up for the presentations.  He wasn't scheduled to leave until
Friday afternoon and was beginning to wonder how he could last two more
days, not only in the presentations but also with the lack of sex.  Thank
heaven only 10 more minutes.  He needed to move around and was going to zip
back to his hotel room, change into gym clothes and hit the weights.  The
hotel had one of the best-equipped hotel fitness centers he had ever run
across.  That helped balance things out.  Maybe an hour or two of pushing
weight would make him feel better.  Less horny.  A short fireplug of cop
muscle walked by.  Maybe not.

The assortment of men in all sizes and shapes shuffled from the room.  They
were a friendly bunch but he didn't feel in the mood to sit at a bar and
suck down drinks with a bunch of straight cops.  His room was a good
distance from the conference rooms and an even longer walk to the gym.  He
chose his gym attire appropriately, basic shorts, to hug the butt, thigh
and basket and a snug but not too snug t-shirt to show off the thick beefy
pecs and arms he was blitzing lately.  Did the long walk to the room and
back to the gym count as cardio, well, no, he had to hope one of the
machines would be available.  As luck would have it, the room was empty at
3:30.  He did 15 minutes on the treadmill to warm up and then headed to the
back corner to pump chest.  He heard the front door open as he finished
with his second chest exercise.  Whoever had come in had begun running on
the treadmill as he had done.  Vic craned his neck from the corner bench to
see the reflection of a beefy butt and wide muscular back on the machine.
Not bad.

He was about to start his third chest exercise when the treadmill stopped
and the man walked back to the free weight area to join him.  Vic swallowed
hard at the sight of the hunk coming around the corner.  He recognized the
guy from one of the sessions, another cop.  Somewhere in his late 30's and
all buff beef with a blond flattop and big friendly smile.  The guy wiped
sweat from his handsome face and walked toward Vic.

"Hi, I'm Kurt.  You here for the cop conference? Thought I recognized
you. You mind if I work in on this machine?  I couldn't sit another minute
today, gotta pump me some iron.  Can I get a spot, you're using my kinda
weight buddy."  Vic stood above the man on the bench and glanced down.  Big
meaty thighs stretched out on either side leading up to a small tight waist
that flared to one helluva a broad chest and mounds of pec muscle.  Damn,
and a big basket, a really nice big basket.  Vic's nuts churned.

"You, uh, need a lift off?"  Vic tried not to stare at any one body part.

"No, I should be OK.  Going for 10."  The man pushed out an easy 10 and set
the mood for an hour of heavy pumping and grunting.  A few other people
came in to use the facility but the two men were too busy to notice, until
one in particular caught Vic's attention.  The man who had quietly come in
was apparently the attendant and more than worth noticing.  The balding
blond man was a friendly hunk of muscle asking people if they needed
assistance and going around to straighten and clean up after them.  He wore
a black tank top and shorts that showed off the hard work and dedication
quite well.

Kurt finished a biceps set and grunted.  "Huh, I saw him around but figured
him for one of us, just someone cutting out on the sessions and spending
the whole conference in the gym pumping.  Guess I was wrong.  You think he
competes?"

Vic took his place on the preacher bench.  "Certainly looks like he could,
so do you, do you?"  Vic squeezed out a biceps popping set.

"Nah, my partner and I workout together, keeps me focused and obsessed.
We're going to the Arnold Classic in Columbus next spring.  Hopefully. It's
a lot of fun and musclehounds for days.  Always gives me inspiration."

"Yeah, it's good to have a workout partner who is on the same mindset.  You
been force partners long?"

Kurt seemed distracted.  "Um, uh, about five years.  He's a super guy."
The blond attendant walked over.

"Wow, two guys in here who look like they actually need more weight.
Howdy, I'm Mike. You guys need anything, give me a sign, or grunt. Whoo,
nice arms dude."  Vic beamed.

"He liked my arms." Vic struck a quick double biceps in the mirror.

"You have great guns, what's not to like?" Kurt close stood behind and
struck a pose.  His thighs brushed against Vic.

"Aw, my buddies at home were kidding me that my arms were lagging behind
theirs, so I've been blitzing them."

"Well, it's working."  Kurt gave a quick squeeze to Vic's trap and slapped
his butt.  "Let's bring this killer home.  Mike walked in and smiled at the
two posing musclefreaks.

"Damn, those mirrors just aren't wide enough."  He carted clean towels into
the locker room.  Kurt and Vic pumped out one more grueling set and
relaxed.

"Hey Vic, you been in the locker room here?"  Vic shook his head no. "Let's
check it out."  He followed Kurt through the door into a rather large
locker and shower area at least for a hotel facility.  "Wow, check it out,
a really nice sauna.  Let's sweat."

"Uh, I didn't bring a change of clothes."

"No big deal, it's just us.  It's men only.  We can strip and put our stuff
in the corner of the sauna to dry.  Plus, we can shower cause there are
towels and soap here.  Vic followed the big man into the sauna and slowly
stripped to match Kurt.  He turned to face Kurt already sitting with legs
spread on a side bench.  He averted his eyes to keep from staring at the
man's thick floppy dick hanging over huge nuts.  His own nuts began to
vibrate with desire.  He got comfortable a couple of feet from Kurt only to
have the man move closer and chat away.  Their sweaty thighs touched.  Vic
recited multiplication tables in his head to keep his dick under control.
They chattered like old friends.  Vic was surprised to find out Kurt had
friends who had just moved to Chicago and was going there this coming
weekend to visit.  He seemed disappointed that Vic wouldn't be able to come
into the Windy City to visit.  His thigh pressed tighter against Vic's just
as Mike stuck his head into the sauna.

"Hey, hope you guys aren't sweating off all that muscle."  He laughed then
winked.  "Man, everything's big on you two."  The door slid shut.  Vic
glanced down at his bloated dick and chanted in his mind - don't get hard,
don't get hard.  He felt Kurt's shoulder press against his.

"You got any dinner plans?  Want to head over to the Bandstand place and
then Crate and Barrel?  I have to buy a gift."  Vic agreed.  The two men
quietly showered.  Vic carefully glanced at Kurt's gleaming body and thick
swaying cock.  They slipped their dry gym clothes back on and headed out
saying good-bye to Mike at the front desk.  He struck a most-muscular and
waved at them.  Vic gave Kurt his room number to call when he was ready.
Back inside his hotel room, Vic exploded from his clothes, sprawled across
his bed and began stroking his needy cock.  It was just getting fully erect
when a knock on the door interrupted him.  Kurt's voice asked if he was
decent.  Vic pulled on a pair of sweat pants in an attempt to hide his
swollen dick and opened the door.  Kurt stood in the hallway, still in his
workout clothes and holding another set of clothes.

"Well, you're reasonably decent."  He brushed past Vic, dropped his clothes
on the dresser and grabbed Vic in a tight bearhug as the door slammed shut.
"If, I'm wrong, you'll punch me out, if I'm right, well..." He crushed his
thick arm around Vic's neck and pressed their mouths together.  "Oh fuck
yeah."  He slid down in front of the older cop and pulled Vic's sweats down
with him.  Kurt's hot mouth closed over Vic's hard sausage.

"Careful, you have me so hot, I'll pop right away."

"Then we grab a quick dinner and spend the rest of the night in each
other's arms."  He peeled off his t-shirt and flexed.  Vic cupped the big
chest in his callused hands.  A knock on the door interrupted their next
deep kiss.  Vic squinted through the peephole.

"It's Mike."  A quiet voice came through the door.

"You need a third?"  The two men peeked around the door into the hallway at
the beefy blond.  "If I'm wrong, I'll get the shit beat outa me by two
cops.  He walked in, closed the door, smiled at the two naked men, and then
walked to the bed.  In seconds, he was naked, face down on the bed and ass
in the air.  "I'm off duty guys and horny as hell. I call bottom."

Vic walked over and slapped the upturned muscle butt.  "You call bottom?
Wait a minute."

Kurt stepped over and stroked Vic's hard rod.  "I think we can make this
work for both of you.  On your knees guys and work on my cock."  Mike and
Vic did as they were told dropping to their knees to take turns sucking the
stiff prick between them.  The two hungry men soon had Kurt's rod throbbing
angrily between them.  They alternated; one sucked the big cum-loaded balls
while the other slicked the veiny dick with spit.  Twenty minutes of sloppy
head produced ribbons of spit dripping from the blue tool.  "I think we can
commence with some intense ass-fucking now.  Mike on your back.  Vic you
got any...?"  Vic handed him a condom and smiled.  "Feed him your daddy
dick.  This kid's gonna groan for mercy."  Vic straddled Mike's head and
fed his own stiff dick down the boy's throat.  Kurt greased his condom
covered prick and took aim.  "Gees, you're tight. When was the last time
this ass got fucked?"

"A month ago sir."  Mike answered then resumed sucking Vic's cock.  "Please
fuck me hard sir."

Kurt stared into Vic's hungry eyes.  "Oh I never fuck badly son. And I'm
sure we'll make up for that month of inactivity.  Between the two of us."
Vic flinched as Mike chomped down on the dick in his throat.  He worked the
large nips in retaliation producing squeals of lust. Mike spread the boy's
legs wide a part and bent him back to get a better slamming angle. Harder
and deeper into the tight butthole.  He could just reach a glassy-eyed Vic
to kiss deep and hard.  Vic face fucked the young muscle hound with equal
enthusiasm.  Mike moaned and groaned loudly. His arms flailed wildly at his
sides. His big pecs bounced with each double thrust. Callused hands on the
tits made him squirm for more cock deeper up his ass.  Kurt poured lube on
the young man's hard cock and stroked.  "This boy's primed to shoot a hole
in the wall."  The two men pummeled their helpless victim for 20 minutes
when Kurt announced it was time to change. "Vic here needs some of this
muscle butt.  Come on buddy, fuck this guy."  They switched places and
continued their double assault on Mike.  Mike's dick bounced on the tight
abs as he whined for release.  "Not yet son. We need to reorganize again.
On your knees Mike, Vic, keep fucking him."  Mike rolled to all fours as
Vic replaced his cock in the boy's butt.  He could feel Kurt's thick
fingers probing his asshole with lube and then the feeling he really
wanted.  Kurt pushed his cock deep inside Vic's willing ass.

Kurt leaned back for balance as he slammed into Vic and Vic slammed into
Mike.  Vic reached around to stroke Mike.  "Um, he's not going to last much
longer."  Kurt nodded his agreement as he pulled free from Vic.  He flipped
Mike onto his back and stroked the boy's purple dick.  The young man
stroked both his master's until he couldn't hold back. His load shot nearly
to the ceiling then splattered back down onto the exhausted bodybuilder.
The two cops yanked on each other nips as their own streams of cum poured
onto the gasping man.  The three lay across the bed panting.  They took
turns kissing each other until Mike attempted to move.

"Damn, I have enough cum on me to fill a bottle.  Gotta be careful moving.
Mind if I use your shower?"  Vic thought a second and then on cue, picked
up the stud and carried him to the bathroom followed by Kurt.  The three
oversized men crowded into the tub and helped each other wash the dripping
manjuice from their conquest.

As the three dried themselves, Vic asked if Mike wanted to join them for
dinner.  He explained he only had the gym clothes he wore that day but Vic
thought they could find stuff to fit from his luggage.  The two cops walked
into the restaurant a few minutes later with Mike in tow wearing a cop's
uniform shirt and pants sans underwear.  They laughed and joked through
dinner as Vic told them about Joe and Mike shared how much he wanted to
find a partner.  Mike was changing into his street clothes back in Vic's
hotel room later as he begged off staying the night.  He had an early class
in the morning.  He returned 10 minutes later to spend the night in bed
with the two cops, sleeping little, fucking lots.

Bruce and Steve arrived at Eric and Tom's and got a quick tour of the new
house that purposefully ignored the new gym and playroom.  Steve had been
too polite to say no to going to the gym with Eric and Tom.  And Bruce
played Steve's sexual need to the hilt.  By the time the four buddies had
finished their grueling workout, Steve was ready to bend over and beg to be
fucked in the middle of the Dog Pound's free weight room.  As the four men
showered and dressed, Eric entered the game.  He suggested they go to
Scott's for dinner.

"We haven't been there for awhile and it's a nice leisurely place, give us
plenty time to catch up.  Whadya think?"

Steve swallowed hard and adjusted his basket in his jeans.  "Oh sure fine,
unless Bruce is tired and wants to head back to the house."

"No, I'm fine.  Scott's that married guy who plays around huh? The food was
pretty good there as I recall.  Sounds good to me."  Steve picked up his
bag and walked toward the locker room exit.  Bruce tried not to laugh at
the somewhat halting walk as Steve's hardening cock fought for freedom in
the snug jeans.

Tom zipped his bag closed and flexed a sore arm.  "Or we can grab a pizza
on the way home and relax."  Eric shot him a look and mumbled that
sometimes he was so blond.  Tom thought a moment and then agreed on
Scott's.  He ran a hand over his buzzed head. "I am not blond."

The four men relaxed in a back booth and enjoyed dinner. Steve was only
slightly distracted by his need for dick.  Bruce and Eric ordered dessert.
Steve sighed deeply.  Tom started telling them about the new playroom that
they hadn't had time to show them before the gym.  Steve squirmed.  By the
time the check came and Eric paid the bill he was half way out the door.

Eric walked next to Bruce as they headed toward the car.  "I take it
someone is a tad horny."  Bruce smiled and nodded.  "You want to make it a
group effort, or do you two want to use the playroom yourselves?"

"I heard that."  Steve stood groping his crotch.  "There's three of you and
one of me.  Sounds like good odds."

Tom feigned looking hurt.  "But what if I want to be fucked?"

"Did Eric rattle your fillings this morning?"  Tom agreed.  "Then sacrifice
buddy and get ready to plow my horny ass."  Tom slapped the tight butt
Steve wiggled at him.  "That's right warm it up."

Steve left a trail of clothes through the house as Eric showed them to the
new playroom.  Bruce commented on the new place as Steve whimpered.  Eric
unlocked the door to their playroom and began pointing out the amenities.
"Yeah, yeah.  Toys, chains, rope, harnesses, blah-blah.  I'm climbing into
that sling. Get ready to fuck me boys."

Tom stood in the doorway and blinked.  "Anyone want a beer?"

Steve wailed.  "NO!  I want a beer bottle sized dick up my ass. NOW!!!!"

Bruce quietly pulled his workboots back on and stood naked at Steve's head.
"I am appalled at your behavior.  Guess I'll have to do something to shut
you up."  He slipped his fat dick into Steve's upturned mouth.  "I'll pass
on the beer, but one of you really has to begin plowing his butt.  He's
been bad and really deserves to have the shit fucked out of him."

Eric had already shucked his clothes and smilingly obliged as Steve began
to moan loudly.  Tom pulled off his flannel shirt and flexed.  "Well, since
no one wants a beer.  I'll settle for having this big butt as my dessert."
He dropped to his knees and spread Eric's butt cheeks to bury his tongue.

Bruce looked steadily into Eric's eyes as they fucked Steve from both ends.
"Merry Christmas buddy."

Across town, Joe tossed and turned in bed from the horniness deep in his
nuts.  He kept seeing Vic in sexual positions in his dreams.  The next day
he shared his dreams with Dell, Richard and Red at the gym.  Red wandered
off to find Darrell and Ron.  "My hunch is that Vic was in Philadelphia
getting fucked senseless and you guys are so connected now that you
pathetically picked it up in your dreams."

Dell snickered. "That telepathically."

Red stopped in the doorway of the cafe and looked at Joe.  "Were you at
home alone in your bed with only your hand?"  Joe laughed.  "That's
pathetically."  He headed out to the free weight room.

Joe sipped his protein shake.  "Actually, I'm saving myself until Vic gets
home Friday afternoon."

Richard slowly put down his coffee.  "So, you didn't, um, jack off?"  Joe
shook his head no.  "OhhhhhhKKK.  We'll warn members not to turn their
backs on you in the showers then."

Also that morning, Tom relaxed in bed as Eric slowly moved from one eager
tit to the other.  "Mmmm, that feels so goooooood.  Yeah Daddy, suck those
tits.  Guess I'm feeling a bit jealous since I only got fucked once last
night.  You think Steve is OK?"

Eric stopped his nipple sucking and dick stroking to look up.  "You didn't
hear them go down to the playroom about an hour ago?"

Tom looked bewildered?  "No.  You mean they're already down there going at
it?  Damn.  OK, it's time for you to do your Daddy duties."  He pushed Eric
aside so he could raise his legs.  "How's that song go?  Good morning
Starshine...."

Eric lubed his dick.  "You are so sick.  I love you."

Vic and Kurt sat quietly in their last session Friday morning as they both
fought to stay awake.  They had spent all their free time the last two days
either working out or having sex.  Mike joined them when he could.  The
session ended at 10:30 and they shuffled out with the rest of the tired
police officers.  Vic stretched and waited in line for a cup of coffee.
Kurt returned from checking out and quietly stood next to him.  He looked
quietly at the carpet.  "So, I need to get over to that package place and
mail the stuff I bought, then I need to get the shuttle to the airport."

"And then back to Seattle?"  Kurt nodded.  " Well, I have your address and
phone number and email.  Although, Joe is much better at that stuff than I
am.  I hope we get to visit each other and stay friends. Maybe we'll meet
you in Columbus for the Arnold"

The two men walked down the maze of hallways toward the main entrance.
"That would be fun and I think we'll stay in touch. I'm not going directly
back to Seattle.  I'm visiting friends in Chicago and then back next week.
My partner and I talked last night.  Things are still shaky. I didn't tell
you guys that.  I may get back to find all my stuff packed and on the
sidewalk."

Vic frowned.  "That's too bad.  You're a good guy. You deserve to have a
good relationship.  I told Joe all about you and he seems fine with it.  We
really love each other and have a solid commitment.  What I did with you
doesn't make me love him any less.  Boy, gay relationships are tough."
Kurt's eyes widened as he agreed.  He pulled Vic into an empty conference
room and wrapped his arms around him tightly.

"Listening to everything you said these last couple of days about Joe and
all your friends makes me realize I want that in my life.  I just don't
have the right guy for it at the moment.  He's a terrific workout partner
but, after meeting you, I have a clearer picture of what I do want.  I need
to make it happen when I get home."

"I hope you do."  The two muscle hunks kissed deeply before Kurt quietly
walked away. Vic sat through half of another session then caught a shuttle
to the airport for his return flight to Chicago.  He picked up his truck
and spent the two hour drive home thinking about how lucky he was to have
had Ted in his life and now Joe.  And how much his friends meant to him.
Joe met him at the front door where they fell into a long embrace.  They
spent the next fourteen hours in bed fucking and talking. And working out.

Doug finished putting the last of the guest towels out just as the doorbell
rang.  He heard Mike open the doors and greet the first of the crew who
would be staying at the "old house" for the weekend of Eric and Tom's
housewarming - holiday party and hopefully, sexual free-for-all.  It was
becoming a battle to get friends to refer to it as the B&B, especially
since it didn't yet have a name. The last week of furniture moving out and
new furniture moving in had been quite confusing.  Doug was hoping Eric and
Tom would find a manager real soon.  Mike had hardly closed the door before
other guests arrived.  Doug could hear laughter and sharp slapping noises
coming from the entryway.  As he stood at the top of the steps, he saw Mike
bent over to get his exposed ass slapped by the humpy men crowding around
hugging each other.

The B&B was going to host seven guests for the weekend.  Bill and Steve had
called dibs on the apartment above the garage and we're sharing it with two
other friends of theirs from Chicago.  Jim and Al.  All but one of the
guests at the B&B was from Chicago.  Bruce and Steve opted to stay with
Eric and Tom while Kyle and Mark were planning on staying at Tom and Kyle's
parents house.  They just hadn't quite figured out how to sneak their
leather out of the family house and change before the party, and then
change back before going home.

Everyone was on their own Friday evening as Eric and Tom rushed to get the
new house ready for the big housewarming.  Dan had a rush of calls from
friends at his restaurant but couldn't accommodate them in one of the
larger rooms due to holiday parties.  The constant coming and going of
humpy men was taking its toll on Dan.  By the time Tom Pratt arrived, Dan
was in heat and ready to leave or get fucked in the storage room.  The
restaurant staff was happy they didn't need to get any additional supplies
at one point.

Saturday was pump day at the Dog Pound as the gang of friends gathered to
prime themselves for the evening's festivities.  Richard and Red thought at
one point they were steps away from being a gay resort for
beefy-freaky-muscle-men.  The regular members were used to the crazy off
the wall camaraderie of the guys who lived there.  But now, there were an
equal number of hot buff men taking up even more space in the free weight
room.  Dell reveled in the muscle lounging on the stools at the cafe.
Richard knew for sure that they would have to take time out for a bit of
sucking and fucking after work before they hit the party.  For once Richard
was in more of a hurry to leave at five then Dell was.

Red waited in his office while Darrell and Rom showered.  He knew he
couldn't be in the showers with them after the beef parade he had witnessed
all day.  He was on the phone with Rick when they walked in and mauled his
chest.

"Stop it.  I'm on the phone with Rick.  He's accepted the job and how would
it sound if my partners sexually assaulted me while we set his start date?"

Darrell grabbed the phone.  "Rick?  Hi, I'm Darrell, Red's big black lover.
Well, one of them.  You do fully understand the demented reality of this
place and the guys who hang out here. Good.  We're glad you accepted the
job and know Red looks forward to having you join the staff.  Right.  Nope.
So, we're going home now to get dressed in full leather for a holiday
party.  What?  Oh.  Well, good then.  Have a good night."

Red sat behind his desk in wide-eyed terror.  "Darrell!!! If you scared him
away and he changes his mind about this job, I'll, I'll, well, I won't let
you fuck me for a month.

Ron fell against the doorframe laughing.  "Yeah, like that's gonna happen."

Darrell pulled Red from his chair.  "Don't worry.  He ain't quitting.  He
has a rather wicked sense of humour and looks forward to being a member of
this demented team.  Now, let's go home and get dressed all perty-like in
leather."

Red pulled on his jacket.  "Maybe we need to take a nap before the party."

Darrell and Ron looked each other in the eyes.  "Not a bad idea, let's hit
the bed."  Darrell licked the top of Red's shaved head and giggled.

One of the trainers was watching the front desk when they left.  "You men
all have a goodnight and play safe."  Darrell and Ron picked Red up and
carried him out before he could start giving directions.  "This place
should charge admission as an amusement park."

Eric was relaxing in his new home office with a drink when Doug and Mike
arrived.  He showed them resumes for the manager's job he had advertised in
gay papers in several cities.  "Do you know any of these guys?"  Eric shook
his head no and discussed how he and Tom were going to have to go about
screening on the phone and interviewing carefully.  Tom walked in and
hugged his buddies.  He was suitably clad in leather jean, high boots and
chain harness to show off the massive still unshaven chest. Leather outfits
stuck together.

"Do you think I should lower the thermostat?  Tom walked toward the HVAC
control panel."  The three leather-clad men said no in unison.  Tom looked
at them untrustingly.

Mike took a sip of his beer.  "You keep it warm, you encourage people to
discard clothing during the evening.

Tom rolled his eyes "Oh yeah right.  Like you ever have to come up with an
additional reason for this group to get naked."

"Who's getting naked?"  Joe and Vic walked into the office.

Eric fanned himself with a resume.  "No one yet but I may be the first.  I
am warm."

Vic walked over to the desk.  He reached inside Eric's leather uniform
shirt and pinched a tit. "In that case, turn the heat up more.  These the
guys you plan on interviewing to run the B&B?  Holy fuck.  That's Mike.  I
know him."  Joe looked at the resume with picture attached.

"This the guy running the hotel fitness facility in Philadelphia?  The
little muscle pup you and that cop fucked senseless?"  Vic's face went red
as the other men turned to stare.  Joe shrugged as he looked at the
picture.  "From what Vic said, my vote's for him."

Eric looked slyly at Vic.  "Well, he does have hotel experience and is in
school for hotel management.  His references are as impressive as his
picture.  And there are all those muscles."  Tom looked at the papers.

"Hmm, not sure I like the competition."

"Oh, he's not com..........." Vic turned red again in mid-sentence.  "No
Tom Bell.  He's no Tom Bell."

Joe laughed.  "Yeah right."  He felt Vic's leather covered basket.  "He's
hard.  Hire him."

Eric put the resumes in the desk drawer.  "I'll call him on Monday.  You
guy's are so strange.  Want a tour?"  He proudly showed them through the
house he and Tom had designed.  From the front, it looked like another log
house similar to the one they had just vacated.  It was a clean two-story
square from the front with an immense wrap around porch.  What people
couldn't see was that it went down another two stories with the slant of
the hillside overlooking the lake on the other side.  One lower level
housed a huge gym with sauna, steam and sensual shower, the improved
playroom and a sitting room. Another was a complete guest level to
accommodate six people.  The main second floor up was the master suite with
office and enormous bedroom, bath and sitting area. And another guest room.
The first floor was very deep from the road to house a simple living room,
large den and even larger dining room and a kitchen in which to feed an
army of naked hungry men the next morning.

They could hear voices of the other's in the den as they came up the stairs
from the guest area.  Bruce and Steve met them on the landing.  The group
of humpy leather men hugged and groped each other as they headed toward the
voices.  The den was filling with others from the growing troop.  Sonny and
Tim were chatting with a hot bartender in leather jock, boots and Santa
hat.  Others from Eric's favourite catering company were equally scantily
clad and buff.  Each sported a Santa hat for the season.  Marsh and Jack
were busy seeing to dinner arrangements.

Red, Darrell and Ron were gathered in the corner with Dell and Richard
discussing the manager for the new gym, Rick.  They were trying to agree
that no one would hit on him and make him nervous.

Eric hugged each of them and rubbed Red's head.  "I don't think you have to
worry about Rick.  From what I saw when Tom interviewed him, he can handle
himself.  I think he'll surprise you."

Dan and Tom Pratt arrived and began the rounds of hugs and gropes.  Dan
stuttered when one of his best employees walked out of the kitchen as one
of the catering crew.  "I, I didn't know you had a second job and uh, um."

"That I'm gay?  You never asked and as much as I wanted you to, you never
grabbed my ass.  Care to now?"

Tom Pratt handed Dan his drink. "I'm confused.  Is you off-duty employee
coming onto you?"  Dan shrugged.

The young man offered them an hors d'ourves.  "Yes, and maybe later you can
cum all over me, sir."  Marsh stood nearby shaking his head.

"This is one holiday housewarming that could get very out of hand."

Mark and Kyle walked down the stairs form an upstairs bedroom where they
had changed into basically nothing.  Both were more muscled than when they
had moved to California and showed it off nicely in harnesses, mesh jocks,
boots and biker caps.  Tom clasped Kyle's shoulders.

"Ahhhh, my baby brother is growing up."

Marsh sucked down another swig of his beer.  "You baby brother's dick is
about to bust out of that mesh jock, damn."  The two young men were pulled
into the crowd for hugs.

Tom was chatting with the caterer near the front door when Jim and Al
walked in full leather cop gear.  Eric walked over and gave them approving
hugs.  They were busily introducing their friend when Vic and Joe walked
out of the den.

"Kurt?"

"Vic?"  The two men hugged and kissed until interrupted by Joe slapping
Vic's ass.

"Joe, this is Kurt the guy I met in Philadelphia.  I never guessed his
friends were Jim and Al."

Kurt shook Joe's offered hand and smiled.  He checked Joe out from head to
toe.  "Vic's a lucky guy.  He told me all about you. And let me say WOOF
isn't coming close enough. Mm-mm."

Joe thanked him and quietly blushed.  "He told you everything?"  Kurt
grinned evilly.

Dave and Bob's arrival interrupted the semi-awkward moment.  The two men
had also brought a guest and were busily making introductions when Red
walked through the hall and stopped cold.

"Rick?"  Red was speechless as Tom pushed his chin up to shut his mouth.

Tom took Rick's motorcycle jacket. The man was in full leather gear.  "Red
buddy, he told you he wasn't gay.  And he isn't. Not all the time anyway.
But you'll have to ask Dave and Bob for those details.

Tom hung coats in the center hall closet as Eric brought him a drink.  They
kissed under a bundle of mistle-toe tied with a leather bow.  Eric wrapped
his arms around Tom and kissed him deeply.  "I get the feeling that we're
going to have a lot of guests sleeping over and doing breakfast in the
morning."

Tom unbuttoned Eric's uniform shirt.  "They may eat breakfast but I don't
think many of them will have had time to sleep."

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