Date: Wed, 7 Jun 2000 22:27:20 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: G-village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 4

G-village.... Build it, They Will Cum, part 4		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.

Bill and Steve threaded their way through traffic on Broadway as they left
the gym and headed home to their apartment.  They walked down the side
street, Bill's arm around Steve's big broad shoulders.  Both men were
(almost) dressed in spandex shorts, tanks tops and sweat.  They had had an
intense workout that pushed their limits but ended by finding out a
longtime buddy of theirs was facing slipping health.  They entered the
apartment overlooking one of Chicago's busiest streets, dropped their bags
and hugged.

"Wanna shower first or should I?"  Steve licked at the salty sweat on
Bill's shoulders and hugged him closer.

"How 'bout we relax a bit first and have a beer on the balcony?"  Steve
nodded and headed to the kitchen to get beers.  He found Bill lounging in a
chair on the balcony, his feet on the railing and his big basket displayed
for all to see on the street below.  Steve handed him the bottle and
dropped into the chair next to him that gave him access to rub the big
furry forearm.  They sat quietly for a few minutes watching the crowd and
traffic below.

Bill crossed his legs and slipped his hand under his shorts to adjust the
big meat. "I don't know about you but lately I feel like we are missing too
much of the good times in life.  I mean, we travel for work three or four
days a week, a lot of that is weekends. We put in long physical hours, put
our bodies through hell at work only to add to it in the gym and then come
back here and collapse.  Half the time I don't know if I'll get to spend
any real quality time with you or if you will be off for work again right
away."

"Yeah, it has been a pretty weird pace lately.  Then I hear about our
friends and think, boy, we need to slow down and enjoy things more.  We
aren't hurting for money and I'm not sure we need this big apartment
either."

"I was hoping you would say that.  IML is this weekend and then they start
full construction on the cabin on Tuesday.  Why don't we take a few days,
go down there, visit the boys and watch our house going up?"

"Sounds good to me, in fact, I think we should give serious consideration
to making that our home, find a smaller apartment here for when we need to
be in town.  I feel closer to Eric and Tom than a lot of other folks
nowadays.  I'm tired of a lot of this pace."

"You think we should option the garage unit on the construction?"

"Yep.  And the additional bedroom, bath and storage space."

"We'll talk to Eric this weekend when they get here for IML.  Let's shower
and think about food."  Bill carried the empty bottles to the kitchen then
walked into the bedroom to find Steve stripped down to his socks.  He took
his beefy lover in his thick arms and slowly kissed him.  Steve sucked down
the big man's tongue and felt himself being lowered to the bed.  "Roll
over."

Steve stretched out on the bed on his stomach as Bill peeled off his gym
clothes.  He pulled off Steve's damp socks and knelt between the thick
blond fur covered legs.  He ran his hands over the heavy muscles and
massaged his way up to the big, beefy muscle butt.  His large hands kneaded
the hard butt and spread the cheeks apart to find Steve's perfect
butthole. Steve purred with the deep massage.  Bill slid his hands up the
deep cut of spine separating two huge walls of muscle.  Steve flexed his
thick traps and Bill responded by carefully massaging the tense lumps.  His
thick fat cock rested between Steve's flexing ass.

"Fuck me, no rubber, just lube."  Bill hesitated but then reached over to
the nightstand for a tube of grease.  He sat back on his knees and lubed
his hot cock and watched as Steve flexed various muscles to tease him.
Steve reached back and spread his asscheeks as Bill slowly pushed his way
in.  Steve groaned loud and long as the fat cock filled him.  He pushed his
ass up to give Bill better access and let out a long deep breath.  The big
beast of a man began to pump his cock into his equally beefy partner.
Steve maneuvered pillows under his hips to keep his butt in the air and
pulled Bill's pull weight down on top of him.

"Oh man, this is all I want.  Your 250 pounds crushing down on me as you
hump my hard ass.  Make my butt burn fucker."

Bill wrapped his arms around Steve's chest and found the erect nipples in
the fur. He carefully pinched each nip and increased pressure until Steve's
moaning became louder.  He knew at a certain pitch the big man was super
hot.  He licked, kissed and bit the back of Steve's neck and shaved head.
They struggled to get their mouths together for some long sloppy kisses as
Bill's cock continued to slide in and out of the tight butt.  "Time to
switch gears buddy."  Bill got back to his knees and pulled Steve to all
four's.  He gripped the big man's small tightly muscled waist and began
slamming his ass hard with the rock hard prick.  Steve braced himself as
Bill let go and pounded his butt until he thought his fillings would come
loose.

"Yeah, big man, fuck this man's ass.  Give me your load.  Fill me fucker."
Bill gasped and grabbed Steve's waist again as his cock convulsed thick
streams deep into Steve's ass.  "Oh yeah, I can feel it burning."  It took
a couple of minutes for Bill to stop cumming.  His whole body shook with
the force of the climax.

"Did you shoot?"  Steve gasped no as he slowly pulled on his throbbing
dick.  "Well then what are you waiting for?"  Bill flopped to the bed and
Steve jumped across his chest.  His big 22" guns were jacking his hard
dick.  Bill twisted each nipple once and Steve's hot load crashed across
his sweaty chest.  Steve squeezed out every drop onto the granite-like,
fur-covered pecs.  "Oh yeah, buddy, big load, big fucking hot load."  Steve
felt Bill's hot hands on his quads and waist, then looked down at the
smiling face.  Most people would look at this man and think he was someone
to avoid.  Steve saw a lover who could give him hot, rough man-to-man sex
or tender passionate love.  He slid down to kiss the man of his life and
glued their chests together with cum.  "How 'bout that shower now?"

"Mmmm, Ok, I guess."

"How 'bout you get to fuck my tired ass in the shower?"  Steve pushed
himself up and headed to the shower.  "I figured that would do it."

Marsh and Jack spent the day distributing plane tickets and hotel
confirmations for the IML weekend.  They also took it as an opportunity to
relax a bit with their workload and not feel so rushed.  At the Dog Pound,
they managed to deliver paper for half the group going.  Richard and Dell
stood behind the front desk pouting that they had made the decision to
remain behind and run the gym.

"I'm thinking we should have scheduled the place to be closed, like a
national holiday or something."

"Yeah, for this group, IML is like a high holy day."

Marsh leaned back against the counter and rubbed his perky nips through his
pullover. "Well, I'm sure if you went to Tom and Eric, that they might
reconsider and squeeze you in somewhere, but you would have to pay the
price." Dell just looked blankly at Marsh.  "You know, like be his slave
for the weekend or something."

Richard just laughed and said no.  Dell quickly straightened up, "Not so
quickly there buddy, let's talk about this slave stuff.  A weekend of being
fucked silly by big humpy muscular men?"

"Dell."

"Of being chained to the bed, forced to serve their every sexual urge."

"Dell."

"Of being sold out to humpy men in the lobby as sex meat for the night, or
afternoon, or by the hour."

"Dell, more likely carrying the luggage and getting drinks and all the
mundane stuff."

"Really?"  Marsh just laughed and slapped his butt.

"Maybe not quite that way, but close."

"Oh fuck, I might as well work."  He wandered off to the cafe and
Richard stared at Marsh and Jack.

"Do you two know what you have just done?  He'll be so fucking horny now
that my dick won't get a moments rest.  He'll be fantasizing about what you
guys are all up to all weekend and want to act it all out.  He'll be trying
every leather combo he can think of to entice me to have sex."  Jack looked
confused.  "Oh, thanks guys.  I better go take my vitamins."

Richard walked up the stairs as one of the women took over at the front
desk.  Jack looked at Marsh and bit his tongue.  "I'm confused.  Was he
complaining or thanking us?"

The young woman behind the desk snorted.  "He was thanking you.  As a
straight woman, I should be so lucky to be having so much sex."  Jack just
nodded knowingly and pulled Marsh toward the door.  By 10:00 AM they had
delivered everyone's tickets and forms.  They walked into the office, said
good morning to Mary Lou and stopped as they got to their combined office
suite.  The in boxes were overflowing.  Jack whimpered.  Marsh walked back
out to look at Mary Lou.

"When was Eric here?"

"He's here now."

"When does he find the time to generate all this work?  He's always out."
Mary Lou lookd up from her pile and laughed.

"It's the paperwork elves, they come at night.  You guys are the paperwork
fairies."  She burst out laughing and almost snorted her coffee.  Marsh
mocked her laughter as he walked to Eric's office.  Eric was sorting
through files and doing computer work at the same time.  He was dressed
casually in pullover and shorts.  Every muscle straind for attention.
Marsh leaned against the door frame and aimed his beady little eyes at
Eric.

"What?"

"Where do you find the time to create this work?"

"I had lots of sex."

"Oh, now what the fuck does that have to do with it?"

"Buddy, how many years have you worked for me?  You haven't figured it out?
If I am happy and having my needs met, I get super creative and generate
lots of work.  Tom makes me very happy and lord knows we are both horny,
non-stop little fuckers, so get used to it."  Eric smiled evilly.

"Damn you and your happy sex life."  They both heard Mary Lou shout her
agreement.  And something about working her tits off.  And they were big
tits.

"Besides, Marsh, if you look at the piles they are all things that can
either be filed, or scheduled for after we get back from IML.  No big
woof."

"So, I take it you had hot sex this morning?"

"Twice."

'What?  Twice?"  They heard Mary Lou yell she hated him.  Marsh shook his
head and wandered back to his office to find Jack busily sorting work.  He
closed the office door, locked it and pulled off his shirt.  Jack sat at
his desk and scowled.

"What are you doing?"

"Shut up and get naked, we're doing it now."

Eric had pushed Tom through his morning workout.  Every inch of chest
muscle was primed, pumped, sweaty and straining.  It was a morning for arms
and chest and Eric was unrelenting in his push for Tom to be in extreme
shape for this contest. He worked along side his boy, pumping and matching
every lift.  His words of encouragement gave Tom quiet determination.  They
had routinely been starting at 6 AM, lifting for an hour or two, then Eric
would take off for the office, Tom would run and then set out on his day of
checking on data installations and the gym.  They would then squeeze in
another workout either at the Dog Pound or at home.

This morning, Eric stood above Tom, spotting the big man as he pushed for
heavy reps on the bench of 400.  They were working in reverse and finishing
off with a heavy set to push Tom's limits.  Tom had abandoned his sweat
soaked tank top and was using a towel to cover the bench.  Eric looked at
the deep valley of muscle between the massive pecs, the sharply defined
striations of muscle, getting larger with each lift, the nipple rings that
sparkled in the light of their basement gym and the beads of sweat dripping
over the big man's body.  His spandex shorts were soaked through, making
his pendulaous dick and PA even more noticeable. Tom swung the bar back to
the rack and Eric guided it down.  Eric praised him for the great workout
and Tom reached backed to squeeze the 36 inch quads.  He playfully patted
the monstrous basket and sat up.  When he turned around, Eric had stripped
off his tank top and was prying off his wet shorts.

"What are you doing?"  Eric walked arund the bench, put one arm around
Tom's waist and the other around his neck and pulled the soaked man to him
in a deep, passionate kiss.  Tom moaned as Eric's hands slid down to push
the shorts over the hard, round bubble butt.  Eric slowly licked the sweat
from Tom's face, neck, shoulders and stopped to breath deeply at the man's
deep pits.  He sucked both nips, pulling gently on the rings, lapped down
the center of the etched abs searching for beads of sweat.  His hands
kneaded Tom's massive butt and fingers slowly worked their way into the
sweaty hole.  Tom's head was back as he held Eric's face against his body.
His free hand worked his right nipple to it's full one inch length.  Eric
became a man possessed as he got down to Tom's grapefruit size nuts and
hard bobbing cock.  He pulled down on the swollen nuts to bring the cock
straight down to his mouth, then dove upand down on the thick, veined
shaft.  The big pierced head rammed down Eric's throat like a blunt force
battering ram.  Three fingers loosened the muscle man's hungry hole. Eric
stood up and sucked down Tom's tongue.  Tom whimpered as Eric crushed him
in a tight bearhug.  "Fuck me sir, please, now."

Eric positioned Tom to lie on the towel covered bench. Tom lay down and
grippd the cross bar with his huge arms. The 26" biceps popped, the
triceps, flexed in deep cut relief.  Tom positioned his legs so his butt
was pointed up and aimed to receive Eric's eager prick.  Eric stepped back
a moment to find the lube, then returned.  Tom felt the blunt object of
Eric's dick.  A low sigh and growl escaped as Eric pushed his massive prick
up Tom's rock hard ass.  Tom looked up.  Dangling in front of him was the
remote for the electronic cockring he wore.  Eric pushed the control slowly
up.  Tom felt the vibrations start in his balls and slowly rise with
intensity to set his cock on fire.  The big prick slowly pulled out and
pushed back in to the hilt.  Eric could feel the vibrations from Tom's cock
throuh his hot butthole.  His dick began to hum along with the electronic
toy.

He leaned back and watched his thick tool plow into Tom's mountainous ass.
The deep chasm at the base of his back, the two hard mounds of glute
muscle, the deeply hollowed dimples in each cheek and the flair of the
immensely thick quads going down from there.  His hands slid up either side
of Tom's spine over the thick, thick back muscle up to the large round,
traps and delts.  He dug his fingers in a few minutes as he rutted his
lover's butt.  Tom was speechless between the fucking and the vibrations in
his cock and balls.  The only noises he made were pants of lust and grunts
of joy wanting more cock, harder and deeper.  Tom pushed his butt higher
and Eric grabbed for the bar on the rack for support.  Tom had positioned
him in the perfect pistoning angle and begged for Eric to ram him hard.

"Please, sir. I need your cock to discipline me, harder.  Slam me."  Eric
increased his tempo, pounding his cock full length in and out of the
clamping ass.  'Oh fuck, Eric, ram it, uhh, uhh, oh fucking hot."

Sweat pored from the collossal man as animal lust took over his desire to
fuck his boy.  Tom was bracing his body to keep from being pushed forward
on the wet bench.  His arms were getting another isokinetic workout from
the effort.  The muscles straining in deep relief only intensified Eric's
fucking.  Tom was supporting his weight with his ass as it begged for
Eric's master power.

"Oh man, it's bigger than ever.  I need to feel it in me all the time."
Tom whined as Eric found the energy and the angle to drive deeper.  Tom
felt eric's body tense as the big man unloaded buckets of hot cum into the
hard butt.  Eric momentarily fell on Tom.

"Did you shoot?"

"No, sir."

"Hold it."  Eric pulled Tom from the bench, made him lay back down with his
rock hard, pierced cock sticking straight up.  Eric covered it with grease
and straddled the shiny ring.

"Eric, the PA."

"No time."  Tom felt his tool being swallowed by Eric's tight ass as the
big man pushed down to Tom's shaved crotch.  The heat of Eric's body sucked
the energy from Tom's cock.  "Work my nips boy."  Tom looked through his
sweat filled eyes at his lover fucking himself on his cock and twisted the
huge nips as hard as he dared.  Eric's still swollen cock began to ooze a
steady stream of cum over Tom's pecs.  A pool of the sticky goo collected
in the deep cuts between the mounds of muscle.  Eric raised and lowered his
ass on the stiff fucker and clamped hard.  Tom felt the vibrations in his
cock increase as Eric pushed the controls higher.

"Holy shit."  Eric pushed down and braced his weight on Tom's chest as he
felt his butt filled with his boy's juice.  Tom's body shudderd as the
force of his cumming spread over three minutes.  Eric sat up and clenched
his butt as he pulled off of the greasy cock.  He turned the control off,
grabbed Tom's wrists and pulled him from the bench.  He tossed Tom's 250
pounds over his shoulder like a sack of mulch and carried him to the
basement shower.  The two men washed away the traces of their workout and
love making from their bodies, then slowly toweled dry.  Neither said a
word.  Eric turned to go upstairs to dress for the office but Tom stopped
him for a kiss.  "I love you."

Mike and Doug sat in the kitchen eating breakfast and listening to the
animal sounds of fucking in the basement gym.  Eric appeared red-faced and
naked at the top of the steps.  Doug nonchalantly poured him a cup of
coffee and smiled.  "Yeah right, like I have long gotten over being
embarassed in this house."  Eric gave him a bearhug and headed upstairs to
dress.

Tom appeared at the top of the steps in a towel and smiled.  He poured
himself a glass of juice and a protein shake.  "So what are you two boys up
to today?"

Mike crossed to Tom and yanked down the towel.  "We're both off today and
thought we would lounge by the pool and work on our tans.  We aren't going
near the gym until the heat from your little, uh, fun, has subsided."

"Oh well, I need to clean up a bit down there."  Doug choked on his coffee.

"We can only imagine."

Bob stood at the stove getting ready to make breakfast.  He had spent a
somewhat restless night with an 18 year old boy wrapped around him, too
scared to move.  As he stared out of his apartment wndow, wearing his
customary workout shorts, Dave snuck up from behind and hugged the older
man.

"Thank you for letting me spend the night."  Bob felt the heat from the
hard young body press against his back and his mind raced over what to do.

"You're welcome.  You can stay as long as you want or need.  We need to
take care of affairs with your school and mother this morning."  He
mentally kicked himsef for not wearing a T-shirt but he was used to being
alone.  Dave's hands were warmly rubbing the man's chest and making the
nipples hard.  Bob turned to face him and took a quick gasp when he
realized the young man was naked.  His face was bruised from the beating
his step-father had inflicted, his eye still partlyl swollen shut and
discoloured.  But the body was a youthful work of muscular art.  Bob hadn't
noticed quite all the detail the night before.  Dave slid his arms around
Bob and snuggled to the big man's chest.  "How, how would you like your
eggs?"

"However, you make them for yourself is fine."  Dave walked to the coffee
pot and poured himself a cup.  "I appreciate your helping me, but you don't
have to do any of this."

"I know but I want to do it.  I've known you for a long time and know you
don't deserve any of this bullshit.  We need to get you and your mother
onto safe ground.  Maybe we can get her into a program to protect her and
help her start a new life.  There are several with good reputations.  You
could help her get an apartment and get settled."

"Yes, you're right.  She needs a new home for herself and my brother.  But
I don't think my life remains with them."

"What are you going to do?"

"Finish school, work, save money to go to school and begin my life as a
young gay man.  It's who I am, who I want to be and it's time to put that
bastard out of my life for good."

"That's a big undertaking."  Bob stood with his back to Dave as he worked
at the stove.

"I know, but I think I've found a good guide."  Bob turned to dish eggs
onto a plate for Dave.  "May I ask you a question?"  Dave nodded yes.

"You buy a lot of stuff in our shop.  Is it because you get good results
from the herbal life, so to speak?"

"Yes, I believe in the healthy style I've created for myself and your store
has everything to aid me.  I get good results from the stuff and feel
good."

"That's all, just the merchandise."  Bob sat at a corner next to Dave.  He
felt his face blush over and he looked down at his plate.

"No, not just that."

"Good, I was hoping not."  Dave put his hand over Bob's and leaned over to
kiss him.  Bob swallowed hard and fought back a tear.

The next night the gang met at Eric and Tom's to discuss their plans for
the IML/Memorial Day weekend.  Frank and Don were left off the list so the
guys could plan a surprise going away party with their buddies in Chicago
before their departure for San Francisco.  Marsh and Jack had made all the
arrangements for one of the conference rooms at the hotel for late Saturday
night.  Plans were laid out so that no one would have to miss any of the
weekend festivities.  Joe and Vic were moving to split costs when Marsh
just waved his hand and laughed.

"Yeah right.  You haven't figured out how Eric works yet?  He prepaid for
almost everything.  He's never asked anyone to help, he just does."

"What if we get together and get a gift for them?"

"Now, that might work, but ask Eric last."  Eric walked into the dining
room and everyone shut up.  He looked around the room at the silent faces.

"What?  Is my zipper down?"

"Would all our mouths be shut if it were?"  Eric looked perplexed.  "So,
what are the travel plans?"

"Mike and Doug are driving my truck."  Doug looked at Eric?

"We are?"

"Yeah, no offense but you can't arrive at IML in a Corolla? Much more butch
this way.  Tom and I are taking the Harleys."

"What if it rains?"

"We get wet."  The group mapped out their plans for a long weekend working
to build the suspense for Doug, a first timer at IML.  "In two days, we
will be on our way.  Joe, I just need you to help me with a couple of
things before we go.  Doc Pratt has the details worked out."

Bob hung up the phone and slouched in the overstuffed chair. His visit to
Dave's home had gone well.  Dave's mother and brother were now safely
housed in a safe house away from his demented step-father.  Tom Pratt was
handling arrangements for a restraining order and for police assistance to
get the rest of their belongings the next day.  They knew the man would go
to work, even with his wife gone, he couldn't afford to lose his job.

Bob walked across the living rom and looked out at the evening
traffic. Dave came up from behind and hugged him, paying attention to the
big man's hard pecs.

"I owe you for what you helped me do today."

"Nonsense, it was the right thing to do.  Your mother is safe and you're
your own man now.  You're 18 and in a couple of weeks you'll be out of
school and be on your own.  Those are big steps."

"I want to pay you for helping me."

"Pay me?  No, no. No payment necessary."

"I'm not talking money, I don't have any anyway."  Bob looked at the young
man's deep eyes to see what he meant.  "I'm a virgin."

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