Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2002 11:04:41 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 40

G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 40	by lennoxbear@aol.com

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

Tom flopped onto his side and managed to get one eye open in order to
squint at the alarm clock.  Six AM.  Way too early to get up but he had to
pee like a race horse plus dispel Eric's 'residue' from the fucking his ass
had gotten.  He rolled out from under Eric's think arm, stumbled to the
bathroom and closed the door.  The image that greeted him in the mirror
when he finished and washed his hands definitely said lack of sleep.  He
could see out of the sliding doors to the upper deck from the bathroom.
The sun wouldn't be up for another hour and a half at least; after all it
was December. So why was he up?  His hands automatically went to his sore
pierced nipples and rubbed.  The stab of pain shot straight to his dick.
It began to thicken and droop from the massaging of his warm hand.  A low
moan escaped.  As he looked out over the lake and woods, he thought he saw
someone duck back into the trees to escape the moonlight.  Man he needed to
get back to bed.  He turned off the light and looked again.  He was almost
positive he could see the outline of a man at the water's edge.  He shook
his head and blinked.

Nah couldn't be.  Most of their guests had left by 1 AM except for a few
regulars who stayed around for some fun times in the playroom.  This
couldn't be one of their friends?  Tom's mind had to be playing tricks on
him. He stretched his neck and sore jaw.  He needed to drink some juice to
counter the stiffness of sucking Eric's boner for an hour.  The small
fridge in the bedroom was not stocked so it meant a trip to the kitchen.
Bill and Steve were snuggled in the first bedroom with Bruce and Steve.
One too many Steve's for sex?  Tom giggled.  The four beefy men really
filled the king-sized bed.  They looked hot even sleeping together in a
lump.  Like big muscle-bound puppies.

The door to the second bedroom was also open.  Holy shit.  He totally
missed this invitation being extended.  The sex in the playroom had been
hot and truly one sided but there they were snuggled up together and
looking really beat.  Ducky and Rick.  Rick's dark furry body was snuggled
against Ducky's mass of black muscle.  The huge muscle-knotted arm draped
around Rick's broad shoulders.  Rick was even asleep with a big shit-eating
grin on his face.  Tom grimaced at the thought of how sore the man's ass
was going to be in the morning.  It was morning.

The hardwood of the stairway was cold on his bare feet.  The house seemed
to be a bit colder than the usual programmable thermostat setting.  He
headed down the hallway to the kitchen but backed up to look in the den.
The sleeper sofa was unfolded.  The large mattress looked challenged by the
four bodies it held.  Dave, Bob, Joe and Vic.  Hmm, a foursome he would not
have put together.  He backed up to look in the living room and saw Red,
Darrell, Ron, Sonny and Tim zoned out in a huge pile on the floor.  He must
have been in a total fucking stupor from sex cause he didn't remember this
many men saying they were staying over.  Ok, he didn't remember any of it.
Granted his position in the sling didn't exactly lend itself to social
conversation.  Still, he had hardly had anything to drink.  His vision must
have been blocked by Eric's thick bush and cock pelting his face.  He
grabbed a carton of orange juice and headed back to the bedroom.  Eric
would probably appreciate some when he woke up.  He noticed the security
alarm had not been set when he passed the front door.  In fact the door was
unlocked.  He turned the lock but the alarm wouldn't set when he entered
the code.  The reading said a door in the basement was open.  Shit.  The
heat in the basement would be even less but he decided his naked beef could
handle it.

The door from the basement that led out to the back yard was under the deck
area.  It was open just slightly.  As he pushed it shut, he saw a thin pale
face look back at him from outside the side window.  He let out a muffled
whoop and dropped the juice but still managed to slam the door and throw
the bolt.  Jim and Al were at his side in seconds.

"What's wrong?"  Al instinctually checked the door.  A shaken Tom looked at
the window then at them.

"Where'd you guys come from?"  The two naked cops stood in front of him
having obviously been rousted from either hot sex or wet dreams.  Their
stiff pricks waved in the cool air.

"We were sacked out on the sofa in the corner by the basement fireplace.
Why'd you scream?  You OK?"  Al took hold of Tom's left arm and held tight.

Tom looked confused and couldn't speak for several seconds.  "I, I came
down to lock the door when the alarm wouldn't set.  The door was open a bit
and when I closed it and looked out the window, there was this face looking
back in at me."

Jim turned on the outside lights and stepped out under the deck.  The white
light illuminated his naked skin in the cold morning air.  "I don't see
anyone but there are tracks out here in the snow.  Shit, when did it snow."
He stepped back inside as Al glared at him for not just going outside
without protection but without clothes.  "Why would someone be outside here
at, what time is it?"

Tom bent to pick up the dented juice carton.  Fortunately, it had hit his
foot and didn't break.  "It's probably close to 6:30 by now.  And I don't
know why someone would be out there."

"Maybe they're coming back to finish what they didn't do the first time?"
The three men turned to see Vic, with Joe, Bob and Dave all standing naked
behind him.

Tom stepped away from the door.  "What?  What are you talking about?"  He
looked around at all the naked beef.  "This is like a naked Hardy Boys at
Venice Beach."

Vic opened the door and looked outside at the footprints.  "Well, we still
don't know who shot at Eric.  So maybe they were coming back to check
things out.  Maybe they didn't expect anyone to be up at 6 AM on a Sunday.
I'll call this in and have someone come out and check on things.  You OK
Tom?"

A now visibly shaken Tom stood in the arms of Jim and Al.  He looked
quietly around the room.  "Yeah, I'm fine.  I hadn't given that much
thought but you're right.  We don't know who shot Eric.  I'm going back
upstairs to see if my scream, god that was so nelly, woke him up.  I'm not
going to wake anyone else up, why don't you get some rest.  Vic, come get
me if the police need anything."

"What did he look like?"

Tom shrugged.  "Scraggy.  Thin pale face. Didn't get a good look.  But
really very pale, hunter's cap, license hanging from it.  Unshaven,
moustache but it was too dark to see much else.  I'm going upstairs."  The
men watched as Tom's beefy muscle butt swaggered up the stairs.

Joe looked at Vic with a suspicious squint in his eyes.  Vic walked to the
phone in the workout area.  "Why don't you guys try to get some sleep?  I'm
going to talk to the boys down at the office."  Joe headed back upstairs
with Dave and Bob.  Jim and Al returned to the warmth of the sofa.  Vic
walked over to them a few minutes later and asked if they had seen
anything.  Both men said no.

Al pulled the big cop to the bed to warm him up.  "You have any ideas?"

"You mean besides being under the covers with two other big beefy cops?"
His face darkened.  "Yeah, as a matter of fact I do."

Tom walked back into their master bedroom, put the juice in the side fridge
and slid under the covers with a groggy Eric.  "Hey where were you?"  A big
meaty arm pulled him close.

"Downstairs getting some juice.  Did you know half our friends were still
here asleep in various corners of the house?"

"Oh, I thought some of them might camp out since we went to bed at 2 and
they were still at it in the playroom and gym."

Tom shook his head in disbelief.  "Working out? Was I drunk?  I didn't
drink that much.  I don't remember having sex with them.  I remember our
coming up here after you fucked me downstairs and then your pounding my ass
for like an hour.  Oh shit, I do remember.  I was sooooooo tired by
midnight but I fucked Ducky and Rick.  Oh shit, you fucked both of them,
didn't you, and then we came up here. But, I need to tell you something
else."

Eric mumbled from his pillow.  "Can it wait, I didn't plan on getting up
till 8:30 at the earliest?"

"No, when I went downstairs to get the juice I found the front door
unlocked and, Eric?  Eric?  You awake?"  Another muffled snore.  Tom
studied the handsome chiseled face and kissed his forehead lightly.  A big
arm pulled him closer.  Tom pulled Eric's manmeat between his beefy quads
and moaned to himself.

Like clockwork, Eric woke up at 8:30 and grudgingly got out of bed.  He ran
his hands over Tom's buff body but only got a slight stirring from the
slumbering giant.  Eric smiled at the young man's mumbling then got up and
quickly showered.  His dick really wanted to remain in bed with Tom
especially after their fucking the night before.  It was thick and bloated
as he stuffed it into a pair of black jeans and pulled on a sweatshirt.
Tom was still z'ing away when he headed downstairs.  He had just finished
putting coffee on when Dan and Tom Pratt arrived struggling with bags of
groceries.

Eric kissed both humpy men and helped them with the bags.  "What's all
this?"

Dan tossed his jacket over one of the chairs in the breakfast nook and
began unpacking.  He was wearing a beat-up flannel shirt with the sleeves
cut off to show the guns he had worked so hard to build.  The material was
stretched across the full round pecs and bunched up as it tucked into the
waist of his faded jeans. "I looked around when we left last night and saw
that you were going to have a houseful of people, like always.  I figured I
better be here to rustle up some hearty breakfast grub.  And based on the
sex I saw as I left, these men are going to be very, very hungry. Doug and
Mike may have been the only ones besides us who didn't hang here late. And
may I say, that Dougie is getting quite a body on him.  Nice recovery from
that accident last summer."  Eric pulled several bills from his pocket but
Dan waved the money aside.

Doc Pratt, equally hot, in a form fitting long-sleeve pullover began
arranging bagels and Danish on a tray.  "Based on the sex I saw, it's going
to be a stand-up breakfast."  He looked at Eric and grinned.  "I brought
musclepack supplements."

Eric turned his head smugly.  "I don't know what you mean."  He pulled
plates, cups and glasses from the cupboards.  "Shit, but my dick remembers,
damn."  He turned around slowly as Dan and Pratt stifled giggles.  Eric's
dick was obscenely pushing out and down on the front of his jean.  "I think
about last night and BOING!"

Pratt poured them coffee.  "Well, if there was any doubt remaining that
Rick had about being gay, fuck, no pun intended, but you shot that all to
hell last night.  It was one thing when he jumped in the sling and let Tom
fuck him but sheesh, when he let you do it.  And he took damn near every
last blessed inch. Mother.  He had to have stumbled out of here last night
with one helluva sore asshole."

Eric sipped his coffee as he placed bacon strips on a cookie sheet for the
oven.  "Um, he didn't go home.  The bedroom door is open upstairs and he
spent the night with Ducky."  Dan and Pratt looked at each other, tilted
their heads, smiled and nodded approvingly.

Dan laid out everything he needed to make huge piles of scrambled eggs.
"You know, I saw them working out together at the gym on Friday and they
seemed to be having a great time with no sex involved.  You think that
might be a couple in the making?"

Eric shrugged.  "Who knows?  From what Tom and Red have told me, Rick has a
lot of issues to sort through.  Just because he let Tom and me fuck him,
then spent the night with a huge, what, 6-foot 8-inch bodybuilding black
stud.  Your guess is as good as mine."

Dan adjusted his own basket as Pratt looked on with a bemused smile.  "Um,
you and Tom went upstairs to sleep, I assume?  But Rick stayed in the sling
and got royally fucked by um."  He counted on his fingers.  "Steve, Bill,
Bruce, the other Steve and Ducky."

Tom Pratt put both hands on the granite counter and stretched his arms.
"Good grief that's like over a yard of dick.  I mean Bruce alone must be
packing 13 inches."  The three men looked at each other and winced.  "Oh
man, I'm getting too old to have seven men screw my ass in one night."

Dan walked over and hugged his other half.  "Besides, it's your job to fuck
me senseless."

Eric poured the remains of the first pot of coffee into a carafe.  "I sure
as hell ain't touching that line."

Jim and Al appeared at the top of the steps from the basement.  "Good
morning men."  Both were freshly showered in jeans and T's.

Eric hugged them both.  "The troops are finally stirring."

Al stretched and showed off his lean furry belly.  "Is that what you call
what he just did to my ass?"

Jim sipped a glass of juice.  "It's my patented spiral hip maneuver."  He
rotated his hips in a circular motion

Al looked quietly at Dan as he stroked his moustache.  "Yeah right. Please
don't ever use that move on me."  Jim was about to respond when Sonny and
Tim appeared from the front room with Dave, Bob, Joe and Vic behind him.
Before long the dining room and kitchen was filled with beefy men all
chowing down on Dan's simple but ample breakfast.  Only Tom, Ducky and Rick
had yet to show.

Tom savoured the hot shower a few extra minutes before pulling on a snug
pair of jeans and a cut down over-sized baggy shirt.  He heard voices
coming from Ducky's room but decided not to bother the two men.  They'd
hear the others downstairs and join soon enough.

In the bedroom, Ducky and Rick quietly talked about the prior evening's
party.  Rick sat up in bed and apologized over and over for his behaviour.

Ducky played with Rick's cock and balls under the covers.  "No big deal.
Can't say that I haven't been on the receiving end of a gang fuck myself.
But, admittedly, none of the dicks were as big as you got last night. I'm
jealous."

Rick puffed out his breath.  "Well, I once again learned more about myself.
I don't know what hit me but when we walked into that playroom and I saw
the sling, well, it was meant to be.  I wanted in that sling when Tom got
out before anyone else had a chance to get it.  And man, it was heaven when
you bent down to eat my ass.  It felt so damned good.  Your tongue was
perfect.  Then that big strong hand on my dick.  I look down and there's
this handsome black stud eating me and this big black hand on my stiff
dick.  Every sex nerve in my body went off."

"How much did you drink last night?'

"Shit that doesn't matter.  I'm a cheap drunk.  Couple of beers and I'm
sloshed.  That's all it took last night.  That and the time with you."

"And thennnnnnnn."

"Oh really, Tom and Eric walked back in to check on whether or not we have
everything we needed.  I don't think they were planning on sex but, stupid
me, reaches out and starts groping both their baskets.  And when Eric asked
me if I knew what I was getting myself into, I lied. I mean, I've seen both
of them in the showers at the gym but I had no idea that their hard dicks
could kill an intern.  And then it all just started happening."

Ducky stroked Rick's now stiff dick under the blanket as it bobbed between
his legs.  "Tell me.  Eric came over and lifted my ass and buried that
tongue, wow.  All I could think was that my boss was eating my ass.  This
big muscle stud, arms as big as most men's legs, now naked, and my new boss
had his tongue a yard up my ass."

Rick closed his eyes as the hot hand on his dick sent shockwaves rippling
through his body.  "I saw the look of heat on your face when you start
eating my ass and sucking my dick.  And then Tom appears above me.  You
know what it's like to look up at this shelf of chest muscle with two rings
hanging from the tits, and those tight abs? And then he feeds me his dick.
I thought, this man is going to suffocate me with his dick, you suck down
my nuts and his whole fucking foot long cock is down my throat."

"Your whole body tensed at that point.  Your nips like doubled in size as
he twisted them and your dick, man, it like started swelling and dripping a
steady stream of sweet juice.  You don't smoke do you? Didn't think so.
Your precum was really tasty and all I could do was suck and hope for
more."

"I don't have any idea how long it was that Tom face-fucked me but then you
stopped and I thought you were trying to fist me only to find out it's
Eric's cock."

Ducky felt his nipples tighten and grow as he remembered watching Eric lube
Rick's ass and slowly start pushing in with his latex covered prick.
"Watching that monster slide into you was fucking unreal.  You just kept
moaning and sucking Tom's big dick.  I just stood on the side and twisted a
nip on both Tom and Eric.  You were like moaning nonstop.  And then, the
minute I clamped down on your dick, zoom, you groaned and Eric sank the
remaining shaft all the way to his nuts. It was like you started bucking
for more."

"I've never been so hot for sex as I was last night.  Ever.  Never felt
like that with a woman. Then, you and Tom changed places and I got to taste
your sweet black dick.  You got one big fucking prick buddy.  And then Tom
fucks me.  He road me way harder than Eric.  I thought he was going to make
me loose it on your dick.  All I could feel were these two
stiff-as-glass-cocks in me and an even bigger one in my hand.  Did Eric's
cock ever get soft? They slammed my ass until I shot that first time."

"Man, your furry chest was covered in your own cum.  By the way, it tastes
as sweet as your precum."

Rick looked into the dark eyes of the handsome muscle stud lying next to
him.  He slid down and faced the big man to kiss him.  "I know they didn't
cum after that and I lost all control.  The rest of those guys, woof. I've
never dreamed so many muscle-freaks with huge cocks would fuck me.  But you
know what?"

"What?"  Ducky pushed Rick on his back and hovered above him.  "It didn't
mean anything until you slid your cock up my ass.  "Like now."

Ducky looked quietly into the unshaven handsome face and slowly kissed him.
Without breaking the kiss he stretched out and pulled Rick on top of
him. "Sorry buddy it's my turn." The smaller man brought Ducky's legs up on
either side, slid them over his broad shoulders and rolled his ass up.  The
man's stiff black rod jerked in anticipation.  Ducky handed Rick a rubber
and lube.  He slowly worked the man's stiff nipples as he felt Rick's cock
slide into his deep muscle butt.

Vic slipped away from the brunch buddies downstairs and called the
department from Tom and Eric's office.  He could hear the sound of Ducky
and Rick rutting in the guestroom down the hall over the noise of the men
downstairs.  Tom fielded jokes about his apron as he helped Dan cook eggs.
He explained Marsh and Jack were having breakfast with Jack's parents and
that Richard and Dell were saying goodbye to Richard's family before
leaving on their drive to Florida.  Jim and Al discussed Tom's morning
incident with Joe in the corner and the rest happily chatted.  Most had
brought a change of clothes with them the night before. None of them had
wanted to face the night air with bare asses hanging out of jocks or chaps.
As it worked out few of them had ever left the house.

Rick and Ducky were locked in a deep kiss as Rick slammed Ducky's butthole
and stroked his rock hard prick.  Ducky felt the change in Rick's tempo.
The fat prick pulverized the big man's prostate as he felt his back arch
with another convulsive orgasm. He wrapped his muscular arms around the big
man and held tight as waves of hot cum filled his ass.  The big cock stayed
hard in his ass for several more minutes. Vic heard the shower start
running and chuckled at the conclusion of another successful coupling.  The
bedroom door was open a crack as he walked by and he sneaked a peek at
Ducky standing and stretching in the middle of the room.  Hard to believe
that hulking beast of black muscle preferred to be bottom.  The thick black
uncut cock arched out over fat balls.  Joe spotted Vic's growing cock from
across the room when he reentered the kitchen.

"And just exactly what were you doing upstairs?"

"I was checking in with the boys down at the police station.  They found
footprints down by the lake that came right up to the house.  Got a couple
of good castings.  Why what do you think I was doing upstairs?"

Joe poured himself another cup of coffee and discretely cupped the cop's
big basket.  "Thought maybe you were having a quickie."

"Ha.  No. That's a word that has no meaning in this house.  But I caught a
glimpse of Ducky naked.  Let's just say that everything is in proportion to
his height.  Hmm, possibly moreso."

"You know he likes to bottom?"

"Yeah but based on what I saw last night when he slammed Rick's hairy ass,
he can top when coerced."

"Who are you coercing?"  Eric walked up and goosed both men and rubbed
their round butts.

"Oh Vic here is thinking he liked to try Ducky's big black dick up his
ass."

"Hmm, really?  Imagine that.  Hope they're OK, I know Rick had a pretty
hard night.  Um, no pun intended."  On cue, Ducky and Rick walked into the
kitchen and said good morning to everyone.  Rick looked more than a bit
embarrassed as Tom and Red walked over to make him feel more comfortable.
"Breakfast boys?"

The crew chatted and relaxed over a leisurely breakfast.  Everyone was
quick to welcome Ducky into the group of friends.  Joe and Vic were
intently talking over something in one corner as Red and Rick talked
quietly in the front hallway.

Red chuckled at a somewhat nervous Rick.  "Are you OK?  Or did all that
dick up your ass last night cause permanent damage?"

Rick looked at Red and then back at his feet.  "No.  No damage.  In fact,
my ass never felt better.  My ass feels like it belongs, here, with all
these humpy gay men.  You were right buddy.  I'm never going to look at a
woman again and in fact..." He took a deep breath and looked at the faces.

"In fact what?"

"Is it possible to spend two days with someone, one man, and think, wow,
like this is it?  Like, this is the guy, the one guy; I want to really get
to know?  And it's not because we can be sexually versatile with each other
but because we connected on a lot of levels other than sex, so quickly?  Is
that possible?"  Red slowly nodded and gave him the paraphrased story of
how he came to be partnered with Darrell and Ron.  "Really?  How lucky.
Wow.  All I could think of last night even when everyone else was plowing,
and plowing my ass was that I wanted to be with Ducky.  Even when Eric damn
fucking split me in two with that, that, I don't have a word to describe
that dick.  Anyway, all I wanted to do was to get away with Ducky.  And we
woke up this morning in each other's arms and he let me fuck him.  Man it
was so right.  I really want this.  I want to try to make this the man.  Is
that wild?"

"No, not at all."  The two men turned to see Ducky leaning against the
banister.  He walked over and looked quietly down at Rick.  Red's smile did
little to hide that he was about to burst.  He waved and walked away.
"Looks like I have myself a new job, a new home and a whole bunch of new
friends.  Not to mention a new man that I really want to get to know."

Eric walked into the kitchen, kissed Tom's ear and whispered. "Did you put
mistletoe in the front hallway?"  Tom shook his head no.  "Hmm, well, Ducky
and Rick are in the middle of a major facing sucking fest."  He slid his
arm around Tom and hugged him close as they watched their friends happily
carrying on.  Ducky and Rick quietly disappeared into the living room to
talk.

By 12:30 everyone was heading out for various Sunday activities.  Red and
Rick left to plan their Monday trip to Chicago to finalize a few more items
for the new gym and pack for a few days away.  Bill and Steve had gone over
to the old house to visit with Doug, Mike, Bruce and the other Steve.  Eric
figured it was code for a six-way.  Dan had cleaned the kitchen with the
two Tom's help and was quietly pushing his other half out the door.  Eric
hugged them both and groped Dan's beefy butt.

"Hey, don't bruise the merchandise.  That's his job.  We have to get a few
hours of fun in since I'm heading up to Chicago with Red and Rick."

Tom Pratt shook his head. "That sounds like a dangerous threesome to send
on a road trip."

Eric tilted his head and grinned.  "Aren't you and Rick staying with Bill
and Steve?"

"Yeah, and Rick is going to stay with Ducky, help him pack and get ready
for the move here."

Pratt and Eric just chuckled.  "Righhhhtttttt.  Like they'll have any time
to pack boxes."

Pratt slipped his arm around Dan and pulled him toward the driveway.  "And
you probably won't be able to walk after staying with Bill and Steve."

Dan waved back at Eric.  "I have every intention of behaving myself."

Eric snorted as he closed the door.  "Well, Tom, you're the doctor you can
rebuild his, oops, nevermind."  Eric closed the door just as Tom came
bouncing down the stairs.  "Where are you going?"

He slipped his thick arms into his motorcycle jacket.  "I told you I was
taking my parents Christmas shopping.  We have a few more things to do.
And, I told them I would take a load of stuff they don't need over to the
Goodwill Store.  I should be home by 6."

Eric looked confused. "I thought we were going to start the decorating,
we're way behind."

"Noooooo.  You said you were going to go through all the boxes in the
storage room in the basement and try to find all the Christmas stuff.  And
I was going to bring home a tree."

"Oh yeah, I did say that."

"Besides, you have Ducky to help you.  And, I think he'd like a stab at
getting that cock of yours up his ass."

Eric furrowed his brow.  "I don't play without you."

Tom kissed him and groped the obscene basket.  "I don't mind.  He's a sweet
man and totally head over heels for Rick.  Whodathunkit?  If he, uh, makes
a move and you, well, are so inclined, or he's so inclined, meaning with
his legs in the.....

"I get the picture."

"Really, go ahead.  I know when I get home it's me you'll go to bed with
and who I love."

Eric slipped his big hand behind Tom's head and kissed him.  "You amaze me.
Go shop.  I love you."  He watched as Tom's truck ambled down the driveway
and down the road.  He looked around at the big open undecorated space.  "I
don't think we even have enough stuff to decorate this place.  I need more
coffee."

About 20 minutes later, Eric was putting the boxes in order in the basement
by how they needed to be distributed through the house when Ducky came down
the stairs looking for him.  "I wondered what you were doing down here.
'Tis the season.  Wow, you guys have lots of stuff."

"Yeah, but this place is bigger than the old place so we'll need more.  Oh
boy more shopping.  Add sarcasm.  So, I hear Rick is staying with you in
Chicago."

"Yeah, we're going to talk things over and get to know each other better.
It's so weird, it's like I've know this man for years.  It feels so good to
be together.  He's going to help me pack to move here."

"So you think this is totally compatible?"

"Well, yeah.  We both can be versatile but I admit to preferring bottom.
One thing though."

"What's that?"

"He's not as into some of the fun stuff that I like to do well, he's just
not as good at it as I would like him to be."

"So, you teach him."

"Actually, I was thinking maybe you and Tom could give him some pointers.
You know some of the fun toy stuff and please show him the good tit stuff."

"You want us to have training sex with him?  Really?"

"Oh yeah, big time.  He'd enjoy it and I'd enjoy it.  I'd be so grateful.
And I'm already so grateful for this opportunity to work for you guys.  Um,
where is Tom?"

"He went shopping with his parents.  We're glad to add you to our little
village of misfit gay run-amucks.  Training sex eh?"

"Right.  Let me demonstrate."  Eric watched as Ducky dropped to his knees
and knelt before him.  "Please sir, may I?"  Eric, somewhat surprised
nodded yes.  Ducky pulled off his shirt to expose the thick hard black
perfection of upper body.  He then undid Eric's jeans and pulled out the
fat, flaccid cock.  He let out a slow hot breath over the soft skin.  "This
is truly a magnificent beast."

Eric's eyes narrowed.  "You and Tom set me up for this didn't you?"  Ducky
could only mumble as the thick growing piece of manmeat filled his mouth
and throat.  "Well, then, let's go the playroom."  Eric pulled his dick
from Ducky's reluctant mouth and walked into the playroom stripping off his
clothes as he went.  Ducky followed him and stared in awe at the
magnificence of muscle and cock standing in front of him.  "Over here
stud."  Ducky stood on his mark as Eric slipped the cuffs around his
upturned arms.  The huge man was immobilized giving Eric unencumbered
access to his ripped black body.  Their eyes locked as Eric began with the
big succulent nipples.  Ducky closed his eyes and moaned, his head back and
his dick springing to life.  "You really do like this tit stuff."

Eric alternated working the erect nips with his fingers, mouth and teeth.
The big man's abs tightened and relaxed with each pleasuring move.  Eric
broke away and walked behind the man slapping the full round ass as he
walked across the room.  He returned and placed clamps on the excited tits.
Ducky moaned non-stop.  He brought his head forward and watched Eric
expertly play his tits like a gifted musician.  "Please be sure to show
Rick how to do this, aw fuck yes."  Eric smiled and clamped his mouth over
Ducky's.

"You know you have no proof of sexual harassment since there are no
witnesses?"

"You consider this harassment and I consider it fucking heaven."

"We haven't started fucking yet.  Are your nuts as sensitive as your tits?"

"Fuck yeah, SHIT, DAMN, gawd do me."  Eric had given the man's fat
low-hangers a playful slap.  Instead of retreating in pain, Ducky tried to
thrust his hips forward but couldn't since he was literally hanging form
the rafters on the toes of his feet.  Sweat glistened over his lean body.
Eric clamped a chrome ring around the man's nuts and attached a weight.  He
then attached a chain between the rock hard nips and balanced a weight
between them.  Ducky's breath came in short gasps, as he struggled not to
cum.  "Make a note that my toys are the first thing I pack for the move."

"You can always use the playroom if you want until you get settled.  Nice
legs buddy.  Nice everything."  Eric spent 30 minutes tongue worshipping,
nibbled and biting the suspended muscleman.  Ducky was begging to be
fucked.  "I can oblige that."  He undid the thick arms and rubbed them to
restore circulation.  The two stiff cocks slapped against each other.
"Step this way."  Ducky was bent over a wooden stock and his arms cuffed to
the side mounts.  The weights attached to his nips now hung straight down
and were swinging away from his body, as did the one from his nuts.  Eric
attached a bit more weight as Ducky twitched his body in anticipation.  His
breathing became more erratic as Eric loosened his butthole with greasy
muscular fingers.  "Is fisting something you want Rick to learn?"  Ducky
could only moan yes.  Eric stopped short of sliding his fist into the
willing man "Damn, I'm too hot.  You'll have to settle for my cock this
time."

Ducky felt the big cock head against his ass and sucked in his breath.  "I
couldn't handle all of it last night, I don't think I can take it now."

Eric slid his cock over the beautifully round butt.  "You and Tom have
these phenomenal bodies.  Such small waists, beautiful round muscle butts
and these lats that just flare way out."  Warm hands massaged the dark
brown skin as Ducky whimpered. "And these traps, mmm nice."  Ducky felt the
big cock pushing into his body as Eric's held onto his traps.  He tried to
relax to accommodate the machine like dick at his ass.  Eric bent slightly
forward and soothed the man's aching muscles coming to rest on the
stretched nips and the dangling weight.  He undid the clamps without
warning as Ducky screamed in pain from his tits being released.  Eric bent
over the gasping man and hugged him tightly.  "You OK?"

Ducky nodded and struggled to form words.  His body convulsed with the
pleasure shooting from his nips.  They swelled even bigger.  "Oh man I love
that rush."

"See what you can accomplish with the right setting?"  Eric wiggled his
hips against the hard ass.

"Holy fucking shit, you, you, buried that whole damned battering ram up my
ass I can't believe oh fuck, yeahhh, whhooooooo, don't move.  Let me adjust
and feel the, gees, it's like filling me.  If you shoot does it cum out of
my mouth?"

"Ummmm, no, I have a rubber on."

"But I want you to fill me with your cream."

"Well, we were past the discussion stage even for those of us who are HIV
negative.  Maybe another time.  How do you feel?"

"FUCK ME."  Eric slowly reamed the crying man.  "I can't hold off, gotta
shoot."

"Not yet."

"OH FUCK PLEASE."

Eric unsnapped the wrist cuffs and withdrew his cock from the hungry butt.
He spun the man around and dropped to his knees in front of him.  "NOW."
Ducky went to reach for his cock but Eric grabbed his wrists and pushed his
hands away.  The throbbing black pole spasmed and jerked spraying thick
ribbons of hot cum over Eric's sweaty furry chest.

"Noooooo.  I wanted you to shoot on me."

Eric quietly stood up and spoke in a soft, deep voice.  "I haven't cum yet.
Finish the job son."

Ducky dropped to his knees, rolled the stretched rubber from Eric's cock
and stroked the fat tool. Eric reached up for a dangling chain to support
his wobbling legs as Ducky directed the thick stream of juice over his
black sweaty chest.  He looked up at the impossibly huge man standing in
front of him and panted.  His fist rapidly beat his still stiff prick as he
shot another volley of cum.

Eric bent over and kissed the whimpering man.  "So is that what you want us
to show Rick to do?"

Ducky held onto Eric as he struggled to his feet.  "Oh fucking, absolutely,
positively yes. The sooner the better."  He pressed his cum-covered body
against Eric's.  "I haven't had that, well, I've never gotten off that hard
so intensely, it was, oh shit.  I'm cumming again" Another stream of juice
shot over Eric's dangling bloated prick.  "Eric, I'm sorry."

The big man smiled and shrugged.  "What's a little cum?  Let's shower in
the gym."

Tom spent the afternoon helping his parents with their shopping and
preparation to move into a new house.  Across the street from the assisted
loving complex where they were to work with Ducky, was a new development of
homes all built around a one floor accessible format.  Eric had bought the
land and developed the plan behind another forested ridge.  Other than the
entrance marker, it was difficult to even see the houses.  The complex
would connect with the assisted living facilities by an under ground tunnel
to keep people safe from the weather.  They were excited to be beginning a
new phase of their lives and be a closer part of Tom and Eric's lives.  Tom
kissed them goodbye at 4:30 and went over to Rick's to pick him up.  He was
going to ride to Chicago with Ducky and was packed and eagerly waiting for
Tom.

His body seemed to be pumped even bigger as he opened the door to greet
Tom.  Tom studied the hunky stud as he pulled the last of his stuff
together for the business trip.  The bulky sweater only made his chest look
bigger and the jeans hugged every curve of his thick legs.  He kept
thanking Tom for hiring Ducky.

Tom laughed and hugged the furry stud.  "You seem to be head over heels."

Rick settled into Tom's big arms and sighed.  "Yeah, it's scary.  I've
never wanted anything this much.  Getting the job with you guys was the
first step in a new life that I really want."

"Good."  Tom and Rick walked into the house at six and found Eric working
in the kitchen as lasagna baked in the oven.  Rick seemed to bounce around
the room.

"Where's Ducky?"

Eric hugged Tom and tried to peek into the shopping bag.  Tom pushed him
away.  "Oh, he's upstairs taking a nap.  Seemed to be a bit tired.  Dinner
will be ready in about 30 minutes, let him sleep."  Rick twitched back and
forth really wanting to go wake up his new man.

He leaned against the counter and faced Tom and Eric.  "So, Tom was telling
me that you guys would be willing to help me learn more about some of the
stuff that, uh, Ducky likes to do in bed.  "So, do you think you can help
me with that?"

Eric leaned against Tom. "Yeah.  Yeah, I think we can probably help you
with that."  Tom innocently looked away.

The next morning, Rick took off with Ducky for a week of business with Red
and Dan and a week of fun with Ducky.  A few days after that, the gang all
started to gather at Tom and Eric's for a Christmas Eve dinner.  The muscle
buddies hustled around the warm yet overly decorated house looking like an
explosion for a flannel shirt company.  Talk was non-stop about the new gym
to open soon along with Dan's eagerly anticipated new restaurant.  Dave
showed everyone pictures of his second store.  Jim and Al shared pictures
of their son who was spending Christmas with his mother and her lover.  The
chatter about the new houses to be finished by springtime would provide
more than enough dinnertime conversation.  Bruce and Steve were busily
arranging a boatload of gifts they had shipped from Pittsburgh.  All were
things intended for the new homes or jobs of their friends.

Bill and Steve had everyone laughing over stories of their jobs and the
beefy closet cases they met everywhere.  Mike could hardly keep his hands
off of Doug who continued to make muscle gains.  They all shared details
from letters of their friends no longer living in the area.  Richard and
Dell were happily unpacking in Florida and planning on a spring invasion by
the troops.  Kyle and Mark were house hunting in the San Francisco hills.
Don and Frank were planning a trip for the gang to next year's IML from
their new home in DC.

Darrell and Ron were happy to have another black muscle pup soon to be in
the group and were wondering where Rick and Ducky were.  Eric looked at the
clock and frowned.

"Don't know.  They said they would be here a half an hour ago.  Probably
fucking each other's brains out.  I guess that's a good sign."  On cue, the
doorbell rang.  Tom welcomed the last of the missing friends into the den.

"We were getting worried about you guys."

Ducky hugged him and placed their packages in the corner.  "Well, it took
me a bit longer to drive down here in that damned rental truck.  We only
unloaded the basics at Rick's and the rest is going into storage."

"At Rick's?"

Rick almost burst out of his shirt with pride.  "Yeah.  We talked and
talked and we're going to live together."

Eric handed them beers and announced dinner was ready.  "Well, how 'bout
that?  Guess those lessons worked then."

Ducky hugged Tom and Eric as they walked into the crowded dining room.  "Oh
big time."

Eric looked at the roomful of beefy muscle friends and smiled.  "Well,
then, on behalf of everyone here, welcome to our little village. And Merry
Christmas."

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