Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2000 15:31:22 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 9

G-village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 9		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's face went pale with a blank look. "My parents are coming to live with
us?"

"No, no.  They're going to move into one of the townhouses." Eric stood
behind Tom with his arms wrapped around him and his basket rubbing the hard
tight butt.

"What townhouses?" Tom felt the hot hands as they began to twist and pull
his downward pointing nipples.

"The ones being built in the other building, next to the apartment building
on the main road."  Tom's head tilted to one side.  Despite the pleasure
shooting through his chest, he could feel his body tensing against Eric's.

"What other building?"  Eric knew Tom had been out of the loop a bit too
much but fought off the temptation to continue to tease him.  Eric began
explaining as he nuzzled and nibbled Tom's back and shoulders while humping
against the bubble butt.

"Well, you see, your father was saying how the house and yard were
beginning to be too much for him and that with all that, it would be nice
to move into a place that didn't require so much work.  And with your
grandmother moving in with them, the idea of having a place that was
accessible gave me an idea.  What if I built some accessible townhouses for
people to live in as a transition between their current homes and, well, a
nursing home?"

"Something not quite assisted living but in between?"

"Sort of, an assisted living complex will also be built in another
building."  Tom tilted his head to the other side and laughed.

"Just give me the whole story, don't make me drag it out of you bit by bit
fucker." Tom turned and threw his arms around Eric in an attempt to tackle
him but only got a big squeeze back in return."

"The idea is to begin creating a retirement village for our community.
There are a lot of graying gay and lesbian people out there who will have
no one to look after him or her as they get older and retire.  Your mother
had a whole game plan in her mind.  A diverse place where everyone could
live together and not have to worry about their sexual orientation."

"What about people who aren't gay who need a place to which to retire?"

"It's explained up front about the make-up of the operation, so if someone
isn't opened minded enough to handle it, well, it's their choice.  Your
parents are working up a whole business plan with Marsh and Jack."  Tom
squeezed tighter.  "They're going to help run the place."  Tom let out a
deep sign and sank deeper into Eric's massive arms.

"You are truly amazing."

"I'm going to spare you all the details, you'll learn it all in time.
Besides, tomorrow is the beginning of the last two-week blitz before the
contest.  You need to get to bed and rest.  We start two a day workouts
tomorrow at 6 AM.  Red will be working out with Darrell and Ron.  And I
think Mike and Doug will be joining the group.  And we can't have sex until
after the contest."  A muffled "what" came from between Eric's pecs where
Tom had buried his face.

"You think not having sex will give me an edge."  Tom dropped to his knees
in an attempt to get to Eric's bulging dick.  Eric pushed him back and
pulled him back to his feet.

"Oh, it'll give you an edge all right.  And, if I can do it, you can do."
The two men returned to the impromptu party, and ate a conservative dinner.
Their friends cleared out early in respect for them and also because most
of them would be facing an early return to work tomorrow.

Tom and Eric bid Mike and Doug goodnight and retired to their bedroom. Tom
was oddly quiet as he got ready for bed.  "So, will you have a master suite
in the new house with all of the same features as this one?"

"Even better.  Just wait."  Tom looked around the room he had come to call
home and felt an ache about leaving it behind, but as long as Eric was with
him, it wouldn't matter one bit where they lived.  He climbed into bed and
slid on top of his master.  He ground his hard cock against Eric's quickly
stiffening dick and moaned.

"I told you no sex."  Tom flopped lifelessly on top of the big man.  "Two
weeks will fly by, you'll see."

"What about cuddling?"

"We can cuddle all you want, fondle all you want, have plenty of bodily
contact, you just can't cum. And we can't, won't fuck."  Tom signed deeply,
slid to his side and pulled the massive arm over top of him.  He signed
another deep mournful sigh as he pulled Eric's big cock between his thighs.
He was asleep within minutes.  Eric woke him at 5 AM with a handful of
supplements and a protein shake.  "Wake up pump boy.  We have to be at the
gym at 6 AM if we are to use our time wisely."  Tom watched Eric pull on
workout clothes and sleepily sat on the edge of the bed.  He watched Eric
adjust his orange sized balls in the spandex shorts and swallowed hard.
Two weeks. Fuck!

The gym wasn't particularly crowded at 6 AM.  There was a regular crowd but
it wasn't a time when the heavy lifters were normally around.  The regulars
didn't know what to make of it when an army of muscle men invaded the free
weight room.  Eric led the armada with Tom, Red, Darrell, Ron, Mike and
Doug.  All were hot men in their own way but Tom and Red were the two on
whom all focus was placed.  Mike handed them a packet of info with every
minute of their time mapped out for the next two weeks.  Well, almost every
minute.  There was some time for them to work but actually very little.
Eric made sure Tom would be dedicating all of his energy to the workout and
upcoming contest.  He was positive either Tom or Red would take it all.
Dell had set up menus and food for them and all of their friends were
vowing to make this happen.

The workout routines were heavy and intense, and the menu was organized to
make them as ripped as could be.  Tom Pratt would be stopping by to monitor
their health and hydration.  Nothing was left for granted. Someone would be
with them every minute of the day to keep them on track.  While their
buddies lifted, Tom and Red did 20 minutes of cardio as warm-up and then,
with Mike and Eric directing them, the weight onslaught began.  The four
men pumped iron for an hour and a half working two body parts.  They would
work another body part in the afternoon along with more cardio.

The two competitors sat on a bench drenched with sweat and gasping for
breath.  Their bodies were swollen with muscle growth and, despite the
pain, they felt good.  Really good.

"OK pups, off to the showers."  Eric led them back to the locker room with
Mike following behind and Doug following in the distance with a glassy
look.  He had tried to keep pace but the routine damned near killed him.

Tom bumped against Red. "Tell me Red, did you get the same no-sex for two
weeks edict that I did?"

"I don't want to think about it."

Eric scooped Tom into his arms and kissed him deep and long in the middle
of the locker room.  Mike and Red were off to the employee locker room,
while Doug sat on a bench wheezing in the members' locker room.  Darrell
and Ron were already showering and hurrying to get to work.  Eric licked
sweat from Tom's neck and shoulders and massaged the thick arms and
pecs. Tom stood with his head back; eyes closed and relished the touch of
the hot man.  Their huge baskets touched and sent sparks through Tom's
body.

"I gotta get home to shower, left my work clothes there.  Doug will make
sure you get home OK.  Then Marsh and Jack take over to be sure you behave
yourself."

"Oh fuck, you're going to leave me here with my nuts aching and my dick
about to go ballistic with those two horny nutcases?"

"I told you no sex.  I mean no sex.  Remember that I pay them, they do what
I ask. Go shower.  I'll see ya later for the afternoon workout.  Love ya."
Eric bounded away before Tom could grab him.  He plodded toward the
employee locker room only to find Red face down on a bench lightly
snoozing.  Hard dieting had reduced Red's small waist even more thus making
the massive bubble muscle butt more pronounced.  Tom dropped between Red's
legs and buried his face between the sweaty cheeks.

"Did they say anything about our having sex with each other?"  Tom stripped
off his wet shorts and muzzled his fuck monster in the deep crack.

"I won't tell if you don't."  Red spread his butt cheeks to accommodate
more of the thick shaft between them.

Tom was about to weaken and fuck the hungry man when Mike walked back into
the room.

"Now, what did Eric tell you two horndogs?  Hit the showers boys, no sex,
no cumming."  Mike joined the two muscle studs in the shower as they
attempted to regain control of their urges.  He sat in the locker room and
watched as they got dressed and then headed upstairs to have breakfast in
the cafe with Dell.  As the door swung closed behind them, Mike slumped
on the bench and whimpered.  Doug walked in and thought he was sick.  "I'm
not sick, that is if you don't count being around those two sex freaks
inducing extreme horniness.  Come here." Doug walked across the room into
Mike's arms.  The large muscle man had Doug naked and the locker room door
locked from the inside in less than a minute.  He lay on the bench and
begged Doug to fuck him.

Doug stood above the lean muscular man. "Hmmm, maybe the no sex for two
weeks is a good idea."  Mike's head shot around to find Doug standing
between his spread legs and lubing his enormous schlong.  "But not for us."
He pushed Mike back down and buried his tongue deep into the former porn
star's hard-as-rock glutes.  "Oh man, Mike, you taste so fucking good."
Doug licked the clenching butt and massaged the tight flesh then began
rimming the hot hole as if he would never get another chance to do so.
Mike lay on the bench, his hands holding the leg of the bench to keep from
being pushed off by Doug's urgent tonguing.  Doug's fingers kneaded the
thick quads and calves of the stud pup as his tongue hit every hot spot.
Mike was moaning and drooling as he begged to be fucked.  Doug stood up,
grabbed his 11-inch marble tool and pushed the head into the waiting ass.
A long deep breath of air followed as the fat tool filled the muscle man's
butt.  Doug wrapped his newly muscled arms around Mike and the bench and
began humping the horny man.  All Mike could do was make grunts, groans and
moans as his ass was fucked harder than the two had ever done.  Each slam
sent ripples through the taunt flesh.  The men struggled to remain on the
bench as their sweat sent them sliding along the smooth varnish of the
wood.  Doug began slamming harder and with less frequency as he approached
release.  He clenched his jaw and filled his lover's ass with hot juice
that oozed out of the stretched hole.  The two men lay panting on the bench
then slowly got up and kissed.  Doug sat panting on the bench next to Mike.

"I need another shower."  Mike nodded in agreement.  They grabbed towels
and unlocked the door.  Leaning in the doorway were Tom and Eric, smiling
evilly.

"So much for that what's good for the goose shit.  And you're supposed to
be watching us?"  Both men laughed and pushed their buddies toward the
showers.  Mike and Doug were sprayed with cold water until they screamed
uncle and promised to not have sex so close to the workout or to Tom and
Red.

The next two weeks were spent in agonizing workouts, tons of work around
their gay village and endless pleads of sex from Tom and Red.  Eric,
Darrell and Ron stood their ground.  They kept up with the cuddling,
fondling and heavy bodily contact but never let their boys drop their
loads.  Eric bought a new electronic cock ring for Tom but only used it
sparingly.  Tom's nuts were so full of juice he began to worry about the
fit of his posing strap for the contest.  Red kept himself so busy working
around the gym that Richard and Dell found the time to take a couple of
days off.

Finally, the day before the contest arrived.  Tom and Red ate breakfast at
the cafe under Dell's watchful eye.  Every move as the two men ate and
chatted sent ripples of sexual movement through their immense bodies.  The
two men got up from the counter to head to work as Dell and Richard
watched.  Both men wore tight black denim shorts and tank tops.  The
clothes did nothing to hide the perfection of their forms.  Weigh-in for
the contest was at 4 PM.  The gang planned to leave for Chicago at noon.
Richard had polled the gym members to determine if they would mind if the
gym closed early on the day of the contest.  Surprisingly enough, very few
people complained.  Most expressed regret at not being able to make the
trek to Chicago to see the two buddies compete.

Tom did some quick work in the office then headed home to pack what few
things he had planned to take.  He walked into the entryway to find his
suitcase already packed and waiting.  Another bag contained everything he
would need for the contest.  He found Eric napping on the sofa in the den.
He knelt down and lightly kissed the man.  Eric woke up and rolled to his
side to hug Tom.  Tom jerked as Eric accidentally rolled onto the remote
control for the cock ring.

"You know, you're really making me nervous about that thing tonight.  Very
nervous."  Eric hugged him close and squeezed the tiny waist.

"Sorry, that time was an accident, however, tonight,
wellllllllllllllllllll.  Anything you need to do to prepare?"  Tom slumped
against him and sighed.

"No.  Never in a million years would I ever have believed I would be built
this big and competing in a contest.  Never in a million years would I have
expected to have someone like you in my life.  Thank you sir."

"Thank you.  I know you'll make me proud.  Guess we need to hit the road."
Eric loaded their suitcases into the Lincoln and the two lovers took off to
a beef fest.  Tom reclined the seat and snoozed on the trip.  The hotel
check-in was quick and efficient.  Several of their buddies were already
waiting in the lobby.  Tom smiled graciously but admitted to Kyle and Mark
he had monsters inside for butterflies.  He cornered Red in the elevator
and hugged him close.  Red trembled.

"I don't know about you but I am wondering why I ever decided to do
this. Let alone compete against my best friend."  They walked to their
respective rooms and wished each other luck.  Tom stood in front of the
mirror and stripped.  He moved through his posing routine and watched his
naked reflection.  The hours of tanning had paid off.  He would need far
less tanning dye to look good onstage.  Eric entered as Tom worked his way
through the mandatory poses.  Eric stretched out on the sofa in the corner
of the room to watch.  He called out poses and watched as Tom fluidly moved
from one to another.  Vic and Joe had coached the boys on their posing
routines and their work certainly shone through.  Tom tried on several
posing straps to get Eric's opinion.  He knew from the rise of the basket
which ones worked best.  As he practiced his routine again, this time in a
posing strap, he felt the familiar buzz of the electronic cock ring around
his manhood.  A side pose displayed the swelling balls and thick cock.  It
was just enough jolt to make his strap pull down but not enough to make him
erect.  He stood and stared at Eric.

"What?  You want me to give you a bigger dose?"

"NO!  I don't want my dick boinging hard out of my strap.  It's obscene
enough already without you getting your jollies."

"Boinging?"  Eric laughed at Tom's growing dick.  It suddenly popped out of
the strap and stood proud and straight from his shaved body.  He walked
over and stroked it lightly.  The men embraced in a deep passionate kiss.
"And besides, I intend on getting my jollies when this contest is over."

Tom hung on to the bigger man.  "So do I."  At 3:45, the two men headed for
the auditorium and the weigh in.  Red smiled enthusiastically from across
the room.  Darrell and Ron informed them he had just made heavyweight which
was good since the light-heavy category was huge and going to be the
fiercest competition.  Red came running over to hug Tom.  He was so excited
his semi-hard dick almost flopped free of the tiny posing strap.

"So, short stuff, you came in as a heavyweight, eh?"

"Yeah, great huh?  At this weight I am one of the smaller ones but I am the
most shredded from what I have seen.  Pre-judging is tomorrow morning at 9
AM.  I'm really pumped for this and I know what would really relieve the
stress."  Darrell, Ron and Eric bellowed "no" in unison.  Tom and Red both
rolled their eyes and sighed.  Red's strap was straining to contain his fat
cock.  I think I better put my sweat pants back on before I give them a
real show."  Tom let out a long breath and pulled off his sweats.

"Well, guys, time to weigh in."  The big man in the tiny black posing strap
wandered down the aisle to the stage and the scale.  Other contestants in
the auditorium watched as Tom strolled confidently to the scale.  Heads
turned and the room got quieter as he registered and received his number,
12.  Red mumbled something about that being the dick size when soft.  Tom
stepped onto the scale and felt a low-level buzz in his nuts.  Damned Eric.
It was just enough to make his nuts swell slightly and his dick stir.  The
posing strap pulled lower.  Tom stepped down and the staff shook his hand.
One of the crew, a large beefy musclebear of a man stared blatantly.  Tom
smiled and shook his hand.  The guy's eyes surveyed all of Tom's perfect
torso and the ample basket.  He watched as Tom returned to his friends and
Eric put his arm around him.  The man's jaw dropped when he saw Eric and
realized there was someone in the audience even bigger than Tom.

"So guys, my boy Tom here came in at super-heavyweight, only six
contestants.  I think that's good odds."  Eric beamed with pride.  His
basket beamed with lust.  "Let's go for dinner."  Tom Pratt and Dan joined
the men and watched Red and Tom's diet carefully.  He then asked them both
for a few moments to check them over to be sure they weren't dehydrated and
in danger of cramping or passing out.  He gave them explicit instructions
on what to eat and drink the rest of the time.  Dan sat on the sofa with
Eric and watched.

"By the way, we have a party organized tomorrow night at my restaurant when
we all get back."  Eric looked up.  "MY turn buddy."  Eric was about to
protest about not paying when Dan twisted a large protruding nipple.
"Don't go there.  You've given everyone so much, we can throw you a party
if we want."  Pratt walked over and pulled Dan to his feet.  Eric asked if
he was all right and he smiled feebly.

"Oh the boys are in excellent shape, I've never seen two men built to such
perfection.  We need to go back to our room."  Dan looked concerned but Tom
simply groped his hard cock cramping his jeans.  "I'm a doctor but those
two muscle freaks make me forget my oath.  Come on Danny, you're about to
get very lucky.  Uh, we won't be joining you for later for drinks."

Darrell, Ron and Red soon left to get some rest.  Tom was in the bathroom
checking out his tan and deciding how much if any artificial colour he
needed.  Eric was stretched naked on the bed when he returned.  He was
propped up against a couple of pillows with his big cock flopped over one
huge thigh.  Tom slid between the spread legs and slowly kissed his way up
Eric's muscular chest.  He kissed every muscle and traced each cut with his
tongue.  His teeth and tongue gave each long nip a bit more attention, Eric
moaned with pleasure.  Tom felt Eric tapping his hip with his hard dick.

Tom chuckled.  "Is someone wanting to break the code of no sex until this
is over?"  Eric rolled him to his back and lay on top of Tom.

"No.  But not being able to do everything I want to do has made me realize
how much I love you and need you even more."  He wrapped his fingers in
Tom's hands and played with the ring he had given Tom.  "Are you going to
wear that on stage?  A lot of guys try to avoid jewelry when posing."

"I know, but I am wearing this.  It's part of who I am and reminds me that
I am committed to you.  And belong to you."  The two lovers spent an hour
kissing and exploring each other's body.  Hot hands kneaded hard muscle.
Eric's tongue licked Tom's smooth skin from top to bottom.  Not an inch of
Tom's body was left untouched.  His nerves felt on fire as Eric masterfully
played his body like the fine instrument it was. His master never once
touched Tom's throbbing cock.  Tom used every ounce of his concentration to
keep from sending his cum across the room.  Tom felt the tension flow from
his hard worked muscles.  He looked down to watch as Eric flexed Tom's
legs.  Tom's cock was standing straight out from his body larger and more
swollen then he ever thought possible.  It had become a deep reddish purple
in need of release.  As Eric made love to Tom's feet, the younger man felt
his whole body electrify as all of his skin began to tingle and glow.
Pre-cum flowed from his shaft like water from a faucet.  Eric never touched
it and held Tom's hands away from his cock.  Tom moaned and whined.  Eric
only kissed him more passionately before falling asleep wrapped tightly in
each other's arms.  Tom was up early to shave and get ready for
pre-judging.  Eric showered and stood with the towel wrapped around him as
Tom examined his tan.  "I think I need a bit more, don't you?"  Eric
nodded, pulled on latex gloves and began smoothing tanning lotion onto
Tom's huge muscles.  He blended the color from the neck down, massaging the
lotion into every muscular nook and cranny.

Thirty minutes later Tom was perfectly tanned and ready.  Eric stood in the
bathroom, naked with a raging hardon.  Tom looked at the clock and pulled
on a pair of latex gloves.  He began tanning Eric's massive physique.  When
they reported for pre-judging, people saw two well-tanned muscleheadz.
Eric sat next to Darrell and Ron and whispered that thanks to Tom, his dick
was now darker than theirs.  The two beefy black men groaned and looked
down at Eric's jeans.

"You two didn't have sex with the tanning stuff did you?"

"Oh yeah, but neither of us dropped a load.  I am so fucking horny I may
cum watching Tom pose.  How are you guys doing?"  Darrell took Eric's hand
and placed it on his hard cock.

"It's been like that for nearly two hours, don't ever suggest this no-sex
thing again."  The three men were joined by their crew of buddies and
applauded heartily for the competitors as they moved through the mandatory
pre-judging poses.  Red and Tom's appearances gave rise to boisterous noise
from the muscle gang and caused others in the audience to turn to look.
There were 15 competitors in Red's class and all were quality physiques.
Only the top ten would make it to the evening show to perform their posing
routines.  Red finished the prejudging, pulled on sweats and took a seat
between Darrell and Ron to watch Tom's class.  Final decisions would not be
posted until all the pre-judging was completed.  Red glanced at Eric with a
puzzled look.

"Is he OK?"

"Don't get too close.  It could be another Mt. St. Helen's there."

"Ooohhh."

"Stop it pig."

Tom chose the same black posing strap for pre-judging and only reacted
slightly when the familiar buzzing started in the electronic cock ring.  He
hit his poses with even more determination to keep from reacting to the
warm feeling flooding his balls.  His balls, however, swelled slightly and
created a hot erotic silhouette when he hit his side-triceps poses.  His
buddies' eyes opened wide at the erotic pose and looked at Eric.  The big
man's face was tense and a slight sheen of perspiration covered his shaved
head.

Darrell looked down at Eric's crotch then leaned toward Red.  "Maybe we
should move in case that thing blows."

The six men in the super heavyweight class were monsters of muscle but it
was obvious that Tom was the biggest.  He was shredded and ripped to
perfection as he hit his poses.  All six would perform that evening.  No
points were reported on Tom's class, but Eric felt confident Tom had it
wrapped up.  Red bounced gleefully as he made the cut and came out in what
they figured to be the top five.  The short muscle pup was charged with
energy and his lovers joked about controlling him for the evening show.

Following pre-judging the men collected for a light lunch.  Tom and Red
both wanted to rest and relax before the evening show.  They excused
themselves as their friends lingered over lunch.  Eric found a naked Tom
sleeping peacefully on a sheet thrown over the bed.  He stripped and curled
around the sleeping form.  A contented Tom moaned happily.

The competitors had to report for final check-in at six with the show
beginning at seven.  The pump room was a sea of hard bodies of all heights
all prepping for the final presentation.  Men gladly helped each other with
tanning lotions and oil.  Red worked hard to perfect his routine to keep
from getting horny over the nearly naked men.  Occasionally a man would
drop his posing strap to change into another one and Red would let out a
low whimper.  Ron watched the pitbull's crotch to gauge the reaction.

"You aren't going to pop a woody on stage tonight are you?"

"I can't promise that, look at all theses hot men.  Give me strength."  The
men took seats in the auditorium to watch the contest until it was their
time to report again to the pump room.  A few rows behind Eric and his
group were the rest of their muscle buds all wearing tanks or pullovers
with the Dog Pound Gym logo.  About halfway back in the house another group
of 20 gym members who made the trip sat and anxiously awaited the
appearance of the two beefy boyz from the gym. If nothing else it was good
advertising for the gym.  Eric showed Red the ad he had purchased in the
program with a picture of he and Tom.  The ad not only sold the gym but
also reeked of the hot sexuality of the two men.

The first few classes moved quickly and efficiently with Darrell and Ron
tracking and evaluating the competition for the overall winner.  They were
sure Tom and Red would be competing and wanted to be able to tell them the
other contestant's weak points.  Red went back to the pumproom to get ready
with Tom following to help. Red adjusted his strap as Tom touched up his
tan and oil.  Tom didn't feel it was even enough over the back and butt to
the hamstrings.  Red shrugged his shoulders and dropped his strap.  Tom
sucked in a quick breath and muttered oh holy fuck under his breath as he
smoothed Red's skin coloring.

"Uh, uh, Tom.....you need to stop, please, oh fuck.... I'm getting hard,
don't do that anymore."

"I'm not doing anything but touching you."  Red pulled his strap back up
and adjusted his basket.  He was due next on stage.

"That's all it takes from you.  You do know, that no matter what happens
onstage tonight, I love you." The two friends locked eyes.

"I know.  I love you too."  He smiled softly. "Not as much as Eric but I
can't imagine not having you as a friend.  Knock them dead shorty."  They
hugged as Red turned to walk to center stage.  He set his feet on his mark,
posed and waited for his music.  And waited, and waited.  Tom watched as
the music person struggled to get the tape back to the mark after screwing
up the cue.  Darrell and Ron sat in the audience and muttered.

"Well, so much for the perfect music, but if they give points for basket,
wellllllllll."  Ron looked up to watch as Red's yellow strap filled with
his thick fat cock.  Lower and lower.

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