Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2000 19:13:34 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: G-village....Built It, They Will Cum, part 7

G-village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 7		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.


Forty-five minutes later, the elevator repairmen finally got the antique
contraption working and pried open the doors.  They found six, sweaty,
muscular, but smiling, men wearing only leather jocks and smiles.  The six
men thanked them and headed to their hotel rooms.  Almost.  They headed to
Vic and Joe's room where they collapsed in a tangle of beef laughing
hysterically.  Vic hit the bathroom immediately and walked out with a major
look of relief.

"Sorry guys but a man cannot be fucked non-stop all that time by five hung
studs and not have repercussions."  He flopped onto the bed next to Joe and
was handed a beer by Steve.  "Man you guys worked me over.  Why'd you let
that happen?"  He twisted Joe's big nip.

"Me?  You were in heat when we ran into these two in the market.  Then,
these two beefalos get on the elevator and your damned tongue hit the
floor.  When the elevator got stuck, fucking you senseless seemed like the
natural thing to do.  And, by the way, you didn't complain."  Joe reached
down and groped Vic's returning hardon.

"Looks like you're ready for more."  Vic moaned loudly as the two men they
picked up in the elevator shook their heads in disbelief.  It had been
fate.

The doors to the elevator were just about closed when a large meaty paw
reached in to stop them.  Two large leather clad men stepped on and
immediately smiled in recognition of their friends.  Bruce and Steve hadn't
seen the gang for almost and year and hadn't had an opportunity to let
anyone know they were doing IML.  They had just returned from a week off in
Key West, and did the leather layover before returning to Pittsburgh.  Joe
had never met the two large men and stood in the corner of the elevator as
Vic, Bill and Steve became a tangle of hugging muscular arms.  Vic
introduced Joe and so as not to let him feel left out, Bruce and Steve,
hugged and groped the big man.  Joe was just about to comment on the weight
of the six heavy-duty lifters being equivalent to the weight limit of the
elevator when it got stuck between floors.  The six men looked at each
other and sighed.  Bill called the front desk on the elevator phone and
reported the problem but was told it may take up to an hour to get the
shaft working again.

"Imagine that, a shaft at this hotel on a leather weekend that doesn't work
properly."  Vic let out what he didn't mean to be an audible whimper that
made the other five turn to look.

Bruce looked at him with concern.  "You claustrophobic?"

"No.  Horny.  We were on our way to the room to fuck our brains out when
you guys broke the elevator."

"WE broke the elevator.  WE?"  Bruce and the other Steve backed Vic against
the wall and began stroking his tits.  Vic looked at Joe who just shrugged.
He fell to his knees and pulled the cod pieces from the two men's jocks.

"Oh holy fuck."  He cradled Steve's big cock in his hands and licked the
still soft tool.  "Shit."  Bruce's cock dangled out over the leather cup
and still almost half way to his knees.  He had forgotten the man sported a
dick that nearly rivaled Eric's.  "Oh my woheuhiugii."

"Still talks with his mouth full?"  Joe shook his head.

"A mouthful of cock is one of his favourite things, next to an assful."

Bill's Steve looked at the beefy cop on his knees nursing the two rapidly
stiffening pricks. "Well, I'm not one to be left out."  He fell to his
knees and quickly undid Bill and Joe's jocks.  Faced with a cocky challenge
of his own, the elevator was silent except for the moans of six men in
heat.  Literally, the small elevator was warming up quickly.  All six were
soon stripped to just boots and socks. Six piles of neat leathers lined one
wall of the elevator to grab quickly in the event the archaic car got
unstuck.

Bruce and Steve were lost in deep passionate kissing.  Vic reached up and
worked a nip of each of the men, evoking deep guttural groans.  The two
lovers of nearly 20 years were both in their 40's but looked 25.  Each was
built and buff and could easily walk out onto a stage and compete in a
bodybuilding contest.  At six foot each, they were semi-opposites of each
other.  Bruce was blond and lightly hairy.  Steve was dark with perfectly
distributed fur over the square pecs, down the abs and over the legs.
Bruce was the bigger of the two and Steve gladly played bottom to his
horse-hung lover.

Bill and Joe were also busily sucking face and getting each other's nips
into a hard frenzy. The other Steve was in glory alternating between two
big, fat uncut cocks.  He knew exactly what to do to get Bill's juices
flowing and soon discovered Joe wasn't much different.  His tongue circled
the thick knobby heads under the generous foreskins and lapped at the deep
piss slits.  The deeper he drove his tongue into Joe's dick the more juice
flowed with more frequent moans.  He fondled each man's swollen nuts and
began pulling downward.  Bill placed his hand on the back of Steve's head
and drove the man further down on Joe's cock.  Having someone's hot hand on
his shaved head directing him to suck cock, made Steve hotter.  Joe and
Bill looked down to see Joe's entire super thick cock buried down the eager
throat.  Bill's fat cock bounced against the side of Steve's face leaving
gobs of thick pre-cum.

Bill licked at the side of Joe's neck.  "You'd never know it to look at him
Joe, but this man is one helluva a hot fuck."

"You mean the ass is better than what he's doing now?"

Bill was about to answer when Steve swallowed his cock to the base.  He
struggled to answer in a tight voice.  "Oh, yeah, don't, you'll make me
shoot my wad fucker."  Bill pulled his dick from Steve's suctioning mouth
with a loud sucking sound and pulled the man to his feet.  "I think this
man wants a bit of the big, beefy muscle butt, lover."  The two rough
looking men, licked each other's faces before Steve bent over, braced
himself against the elevator wall and waved his butt at Joe.

"Fuck me, hard."  A muffled, me too, came from the other corner as Vic set
his feet in place and bared his butt for Bruce's enormous fuckpole.

"Now, how can you turn down an invitation like that."?  He slipped a condom
from Steve's pocket over his horse dick and wet it down with spit.  He
humped the cop's hard round butt a couple of time's to get the man hotter
then grabbed the mean shaft by the base and pushed the orange sized head
into the wet hole.  "Man that is one hot cop ass."  The big dick slowly
disappeared into Vic's willing hole as the beefy cop moaned louder and
louder.  Bruce rocked back and forth to set the fucking motion and Vic
groaned with each slightly deeper thrust.  "Well, anyone within earshot of
the elevator shaft has a pretty good idea what is going on now."  Steve
stepped around and fed his smaller 8-inch dick into Vic's drooling mouth.

"There, that dampened the noise a bit."  The two lovers plowed the pig cop
from both ends as his lover watched while at the same time plowing the
other Steve's ass.  Vic and Steve made as much noise as they could with
their asses and mouths filled with hard cock.

Bill braced himself against the elevator wall as his lover sucked down his
large hairy balls.  "Don't dammit, you now that'll make me cum.  I haven't
fucked Vic yet."

A desperate Vic dropped Steve's dick from his mouth and looked over at
Bill. "No one cums until they fucked me, got it."

"Geez, such a pushy cop."  Vic reached back and stopped Bruce from flooding
his ass with cum, pulled away from the stiff monster and dropped to the
floor.  He rolled to his back, lifted his legs wide apart and grabbed his
own knees.  "Cum on guys, this damned piece of cable crap isn't going to
stay stuck forever. Bruce's Steve dropped to his knees and rammed his cock
into place making Vic whimper with lust again.  The other Steve, feeling
the need to shut Vic up, pulled away from the fucking he was getting and
lowered his butt over the cop's eager tongue.

"Yeah, pig, you horny civil servant, eat your buddy's hairy ass."  The five
men took turns plowing Vic's butt and sitting on the man's face.  By the
time the five of them shot super loads on the writhing man, they had only a
matter of a minute to slip jocks back on and grab their other clothes.
They hid Vic in the middle of the crowd to keep the repairmen from seeing
the cum-covered, dazed man.

Now, as they relaxed in the men's hotel room, Vic's cock stuck out over the
top of his jock, still aching for release.  All Joe had to do was give
Vic's long hard nips, one good twist and the man shot over his head onto
the headboard.  The other men applauded his effort.

Bill looked at the clock on the nightstand and whistled.  "Uh, guys, we
have 40 minutes to shower and change and get to the restaurant for Frank
and Don's going away dinner."

Vic's lay back on the bed panting.  "We have to shower?"

"Yes, piglet we do.  Eric wasn't planning on this being a sex party; we
have to show some restraint once in awhile.  The room lost it at Joe's
straight line.

"Do you guys know where this place is?  We called and said we would come
but I never had a chance to ask where it was."  Bruce looked at the four
sweaty men.  Bill sucked down the rest of his beer and nodded yes.

"Yeah, we can get you there, it's over by our place, and of course, we're
hiding out here today, figure.  Can you guys shower and meet us in the
lobby in 20 minutes?"

Bruce pushed Steve toward the door.  "Sure, if we shower together, we can
do it."  Steve turned around in amazement.

"Are you kidding, we're never on time when we shower together."

"There's a first time for everything."

"That's what you said 20 years ago to get me to sit on the oversized salami
you have between your legs."

"Ha, ha, now move it. We'll se ya in the lobby.  We'll be the ones in
leather."  Bruce slapped Steve's bare ass hard to get him to move down the
hall.  Bill and Steve hurried out of the room toward the room they were
sharing as Vic and Joe scurried into motion.  Vic was still wound up over
the fucking he had gotten that his dick was still rock hard and bulging out
the front of his leather uniform pants when they met the guys in the lobby
20 minutes later.

The semi-intimate going away surprise dinner for Frank and Don that Marsh
and Jack had planned with Eric quickly grew to 50 people.  The restaurant
changed game plans and set up a serving line with food as fast as they
could cook it.  Don was a sobbing emotional wreck when the party began
breaking up nearly four hours later, as men headed out for a night on the
bars.  He sat at a corner table with Tom and Red as the two consoled him.

Frank stood in another corner with Eric and Tom Pratt.  He pulled a letter
out of his vest pocket and handed it to Eric.

"What's this?"

"A check for the lot we discussed.  I decided to build a little house in
your village, so we have a place to always come back to."

"You're always welcome with us."

"I know that, but I like the idea of what you are doing and the feeling I
get from the men who are planning to be a part of it.  You're one of my
oldest friends Stout.  I don't know what I'll do without you, but I don't
ever want to lose touch. I have plans drawn up and will go over everything
with you and your nutty office duo over there before we leave. Oh, and it's
a surprise for Don, he doesn't know yet."  He shook Eric's hand and hugged
the musclefreak.

"I'll miss ya Frank.  We been slogging around the leather community for 25
years, that's a long time."

"All the more reason to remain in touch.  Marsh knows which lot I want.  Oh
good grief, I better go pick up Don before he cries himself into hysterics.
We'll talk more this weekend.  Thanks again for all of this, it means a
lot."

"You're welcome."  Frank crossed the crowded room to sit near Don, Tom and
Red.

Bill and Steve walked over and shook Eric's hand.  "Great party buddy.  We
appreciate what you're doing for Frank and Don."  Bill also fished an
envelope from his pocket and handed it to Eric.  Eric looked confused.

"It's an additional payment for the next small lot.  We're expanding the
house as our primary home."

"Wow, that's great guys, we'll work out the details next week."  Tom Pratt
draped a thick arm over Eric's wide shoulders and squeezed.

"See buddy, what did I tell you five years ago about your little
development idea.  I said, you build a gay village, and they will come."

Bill laughed in agreement. "But with these horny hunks, it's more like,
build it and they will cum. Well, it's almost eleven, we're heading out to
the bars.  You guys coming out?"  Eric shook his head no.

"Nah, I want to spend some time with Tom and these guys, having a quiet
drink."  Bill was about to respond when a ruckus broke out at the corner
table.  They all looked over to see, two uniformed cops hugging and kissing
Frank and Don.

Eric and Tom Pratt laughed.  "And that would be the other two loose Chicago
cannons, Jim and Al.  They had to work tonight, probably just got off."

"Figuratively, or literally?"  Pratt asked.

"With those two, who knows?"

"Look, I better go find Dan.  He's probably helping in the kitchen.  What a
nutcase.  If he isn't bugging me for sex or working out, he's cooking.  But
I love him.  We'll se ya back at the hotel for drinks in about 40 minutes."

Eric exchanged a few words with Marsh and Jack and headed for the group at
the corner table.  He hugged Jim and Al and groped Al until the big cop
began showing hard.  Al broke free to trot off to greet another old friend.

Jim shook Eric's hand.  "How's it going big guy?"  Eric smiled and nodded
toward his Tom.

"Good, couldn't be better.  How's it going for you guys?"

"Great.  We do need to talk with you this weekend though."  Eric looked
concerned.  "We've decided to build a place with you too.  We're going to
share it with my ex-wife and her lover, alternate weekends, whatever works.
Thought it would be nice for a retreat.  Al needs the quiet more all the
time.  Not sure he can keep up this pace much longer."

"Hmm, well, we are glad to have you as a resident in our little village but
what's this about Al?"

"Oh nothing wrong, we just don't feel like we're all that connected to the
gay circuit groups and we prefer our little groups of friends.  We got very
settled a few years ago and really like it.  Al's quite the father to my
son.  Or mother, I'm not sure which."  Eric hugged Jim and grabbed Al as he
scurried by again.

"This has been quite an evening.  Two more houses being added, one is
getting bigger and we've hardly advertised.  I feel all warm and fuzzy."

Al struggled to support Eric's big frame.  "More like incredibly hot and
furry."

"So you guys coming over to the hotel for a drink?"  The two cops agree but
asked when.  "Oh, now, I just need to get Tom's attention and we'll head
back, let's see."  Eric pulled the remote from his pocket and pressed a
button.  Almost immediately, Tom's back straightened and his huge bare
chest pushed forward.  He announces it's time to get back to the hotel as
he walked quickly toward Eric.  Tom's cock is pushing for freedom from his
jock and Eric simply smiled evilly.  "Ahh, the wonders of modern
electronics."  The two huge lovers headed out the door with their arms
around each other.  And Eric's hand down the back of Tom's shorts.

Bob squeezed the bags behind the truck seat and waited for Dave to come
down.  The muscular teenager was soon bounding out the front door, locking
it behind him.  His chest bounced as he hit the steps and the quads
strained against the tight black jeans.

"Sorry, I wanted to let my mother have the phone number of where we would
be staying."

"Good idea, how is she?"

"Good.  She is adjusting to life on her own, has a job lined up and they
are making arrangements for her to share a house with another woman who
went through the program.  My stepfather tried to crash the shelter twice
but is spending the night in jail as a consequence.  Asshole."

"That's behind you now.  Time to make your own life work."  He rubbed the
round full biceps on Dave's arm and admired the thick full roundness of
Dave's chest and upper body.  "That T-shirt looks real good, son."

"Thanks, it's that old one you said didn't fit you anymore."  Dave looked
at his reflection in the window of the truck and seemed to like what he
saw.  Bob groaned a sigh of lust as Dave caught sight of the lengthening
tube of meat forming in his jeans.  "Hmm, I have some power here."

"Yeah, right.  Get that butt in the truck."  The two men rumbled along the
highways into Chicago.  They took the opportunity to learn more about each
other, including Bob's concerns still over his getting naked with such a
young man.  Dave reminded him he was now out of high school, began working
in the natural foods store full-time next week and would hopefully, be
taking a class or two at a small college this fall.

"Besides, may I remind you that I fucked you and you have yet to fuck me.
I want that big dick of yours up my ass before the weekend is over."  Bob
squirmed behind the steering wheel and adjusted his painful hardon.  They
drove along Lakeshore with Bob pointing out sights he thought Dave might
enjoy.  The humpy teen was trying hard to control his excitement but the
idea of his first road trip with a gay man he found hot, was obviously
having a not so small effect.  Bob reached over and cupped a handful of
hard chest, tweaking a knobby nipple and sent low moans through the young
man.

He turned off the highway and headed in the direction of Boys Town to give
Dave a quick driving tour of the new scene in his life.  As they cruised
down Halstead and Broadway, Dave drooled over the hot men wandering the
streets.  He remarked that he never expected so many gay men in one place.

"Well, they are not all from Chicago.  This weekend is International
Mr. Leather and Bear Pride weekend."

"What?"  Bob explained the two events as he parked his truck in the spot
left for him at the apartment building where they were to stay for the
weekend.  By the time they unloaded their bags and got to their host's
apartment, Dave was in extreme heat over the thought of so many men
gathered to share their passion and desires.

"Who are the guys who live here?"  Dave watched Bob unlock the door with
the key he had conveniently on his key ring.  "And why do you have a key?"

"They're old friends, who I have known for quite some time, and with whom I
stay when I visit.  It's easier this way and yes, I have sex with them when
they let me.  You'll like them.  Big, lots of muscle, a little scary when
you first see them but they are really great guys.  And they are down at
the hotel for IML."  He showed Dave the note from the table inside the
door.  "So the place is ours for now, guest room is back here."  Dave
picked up a frame on a table and whistled.

"Is this them?"

"Yep, scary huh?"  Dave's eyes were wide with lust.

"No, hot."  Bob looked over as Dave examined the picture closer.  The big
pecs were flexing and the nipples extremely erect.  The bulge in the basket
was not to be overlooked.  The kid was in deep heat overdrive.  He put the
picture down, followed Bob into the guestroom, quietly put his bag down and
grabbed Bob.  The two men fell onto the bed as Dave smothered the older men
with wet kisses.  They kissed and felt each other's hot bodies through
their clothes before Bob pushed him back.

"We have plenty of time to spend together naked this weekend.  Let's grab
some lunch and head downtown to the Leather Market.  I think you'll like
that.  It doesn't look very pleasant out, so so much for tank tops.  Oh
well, I'll just have to show you off in that snug T-shirt.  Never mind,
with the size of that basket, they'll never notice those pecs.

Dave worked to adjust his thick semi-hard cock in his jeans.  "I can't help
it.  It has a mind of its own.  Maybe if I pee?"

"I'm not complaining."  Bob watched the tight round butt head into the
bathroom. He let out a sigh of relief and adjusted his own hard dick.  He
looked in the mirror at his reflection.  Not bad, but he still had a hard
time believing this kid could be interested in him.  Dave came out of the
bathroom and Bob took his turn.  Dave was running his hands through his
short hair as Bob came out.

"You don't think this hair is, too, well, foofy?"  Bob looked at the
handsome young man and the perfect short blond hair, straight white teeth
and bright blue eyes.  A sharp pain went from his heart to his hard.

"No, not at all.  Dave you are an extremely attractive young man.  And what
makes you more attractive is the fact that you don't seem to notice it or
care all that much.  I've never seen any sign of egotistical circuit queen
in you, you are so low key it's wonderful."

"Circuit queen?"  Bob smiled and laughed.

"I'll explain over lunch, let's go."

"I don't have a whole lot of cash, so can we keep it cheap?"  Bob kissed
the young full lips.

"I know that, and I planned accordingly."  They settled in for a light
lunch at a small cafe that allowed them an eye to the sidewalk traffic.
Dave's heading was constantly scanning the goings-on and amusing the older
man with his non-stop questions.  Bob spent the rest of the afternoon
showing Dave around the shops and streets of Chicago's Boys town.  Dave was
like a small child in a candy shop drooling over not only the men he saw
but also all the gay related paraphernalia.  He had no idea the community
in which he now found himself was so vast.  The men walking the streets
were not shy about noticing the buff young man who had a difficult time
accepting the fact that they found him so interesting.

They stood outside one gift shop across the street from one of the gay bars
as Dave's mouth dropped again for the hundredth time.  Outside the bar
stood a collection of bears and leather men waiting for their respective
shuttle buses.

"Wow, all sizes and shapes, something for everyone.  I had no idea."  Dave
stared at the men on the opposite corner.

"Uh, well, the correct word is WOOF, and I think they know you're
interested."  Bob looked longingly at Dave's protruding basket.

"I can't help it.  It's starting to really hurt too.  Can we go back to the
apartment before we go downtown?  I think I want to change, it's sort a
cool."  Bob shrugged and headed back to the building only a couple of
blocks way.  The moment they got inside the door, Dave turned to hug the
beefy man and hold them together in a long kiss.  Bob leaned back and shook
his head.  "I need to get off before we go back out, otherwise, I don't
know what will happen."  He dropped to his knees and unzipped the older
man's tight jeans.  Bob's half-hard cock flopped out and immediately
disappeared down Dave's horny throat.  Bob struggled to drag Dave to the
bedroom to get naked.  Dave's hands were everywhere and less than 10
minutes they were covered in thick puddles of cum.  Bob reached over to the
bottom of the nightstand and grabbed a towel.

"Good ol' Steve, always prepared."  He wiped the thick gobs from the two of
them.  As their eyes met, Bob felt a twinge in his chest.  "So tell me
Dave, with all these men running around here, and all the men who I am sure
shop the store, why me?  You could have any of them."  Dave's face went red
and he pulled the older man to his side.

"Why you huh?  Well, I am a little embarrassed to say this but it's always
been you."

"What do you mean?"

"Maybe since the first time you really began talking with me in the store,
you always treated me with respect and kindness, always had a smile for me,
never came on and treated me like a piece of meet.  And when I needed help,
you stepped up to help and never thought twice about it.  I watched you
talk with your friends; there was just something different and better about
you.  And I started to hope you would still be there when I had the courage
to confront my sexual identity and come out.'

"You're kidding?"

"No, the first time I saw you in the store, you were in a cutoff sweatshirt
and hotshorts.  I thought I would drop a load right there.  You were polite
and never noticed my staring or following you around the store.  Then, the
next time you came in you were in jeans and I was disappointed not to be
able to see your legs.  Then there was the time you shaved your beard and I
was devastated.  What?"

"That was two years ago.  I can't believe I didn't realize this."

"As long as you realize it now."

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