Date: Mon, 6 Mar 2006 13:20:21 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Starting Again Chapter 10

Joe took a deep breath and relaxed in the warmth of Sam's body wrapped
around his.  The alarm clock wasn't due to go off for another 15 minutes
but he was wide-awake and needed to get up.  His bladder was screaming for
relief and Sam's heavy arm wasn't helping.  He slid his body out from under
the beefy arm and quietly headed to the bathroom.  The lounge pants he slid
on did little to warm him from the still cold house.  The furnace kicked on
a couple of minutes later when he got to the kitchen to prepare coffee. Sam
was always the first one up but Joe was determined it was his day to do
breakfast.  The morning light was just illuminating the sleepy
neighbourhood as Joe stood looking out the kitchen window.  He could see
the car headlights of people in the distance on their way to work and a
shadow of a man out for a morning walk.  Odd that he seemed to almost be in
the yard.

The coffee pot gurgled as he laid out everything he needed to do some easy
omelets.  His nipples reacted to the cool air. He glanced down to see how
big the sensitive nubs had become.  As they hardened, he realized they were
becoming even more connected to his dick, which was also lengthening on its
own.  He heard the soft footsteps behind him as big arms enveloped him and
a wet kiss spread across the back of his neck.

"Good morning.  Beat me to the punch today, eh?"  Sam snuggled against the
muscular man and hugged.  Big callused hands hovered over the thick pecs
sending waves of titplay pleasure through Joe.  "Mmm, that chest feels
good.  You sleep ok?"

Joe shook his head yes and sighed.  "Finally, after the third time that you
fucked me. You were out cold.  I had to get up once to um, take care of a
leaky problem. You were snoring away when I came back to bed."

The still naked Sam pressed his cock into Joe's ass crack.  "Yeah, last
night was pretty hot.  It was the first time we both said the love word to
each other and wow,did that light a spark."

Joe turned around in his arms.  "Yeah.  I do love you."  His sore nips
brushed against Sam's furry chest and made his cock twitch.

"Mmmm, I love you too."  He held the smaller man tightly and relished the
hardness of the muscular body against his.  "Now what's for breakfast?"

"Well, I make a pretty good omelet.  Thought we could use a good start
since you have this gihugent shopping list we need to get through today."

Sam stretched his arms above his head and bounced in the middle of the
kitchen.  "Sounds good to me.  The caterers will take care of most of the
main food for the party but we need to pick up booze, dessert and some
other basic groceries.  And I ordered some flowers that we need to pick up.
And, well, blah-blah.  It ought to keep us busy until noon." He
shivered. "Man, I think I better put some clothes on, the house is cold.
And the papers are out there."  He returned two minutes later in lounge
pants, a shirt and flip flops.  A neighbour honked on their way to work as
Sam picked up his papers.  He stood in the kitchen and buttoned the fly to
the pants.  "Oops, I think I just flashed a neighbour, oh well."

The two men planned their day over omelets and coffee.  Joe loaded the
dishwasher and straightened up the kitchen while Sam showered.  Sam amended
his shopping list while Joe hit the spray.  By eight AM, they headed out
the door to face their errands.  The morning was quite cold as Joe scurried
past him to the super market door.  Sam licked his lips watching the muscle
butt in the snug jeans.  The store wasn't very busy at that time and the
staff paid little attention to the two muscleheads pushing the shopping
cart.

Joe wheeled the cart through the aisles as Sam checked things off his list
to prepare for the houseful of guests they were expecting.  They were
deciding on which drink mixers to buy when a familiar voice heckled them
from behind.

"You two gymrats are up and out early for a day off."  Matt walked down the
aisle toward them in a company shirt and snug black dress pants.  His first
instinct was to hug them but a little old lady approaching from the other
end gave them a scowling stare.

Sam shook his hand and let his arm brush the hard ass as they moved to let
the woman pass by them.  "Yeah, a big shopping list to get ready for
tomorrow's party.  You seem especially chipper this morning.  Um, good
night?"

"Oh yeah.  Steve and I defined a lot of what we want from each other last
night.  A few weeks ago, as you know, I never would have thought I'd be
plotting out a relationship with another man, and last night it just all
spilled out.  Well, right after Steve almost had a nervous breakdown cause
he went home with someone yesterday and evidently this guy fucked him but
good.  No pun intended."

Sam sniffed.  "Oh sure, cast me aside for Steve."  Matt punched him.

Joe tiled his head.  "So that makes me the consolation prize?"  Sam shook
his head no. "That incident didn't bother you?  Steve, you know, with
someone else?"

Matt shook his head.  "Well, maybe a moment of jealousy but we've only
known each other less than two weeks.  The amazing thing is we both
realized how much we want to be committed to each other.  We're a little
hesitant to use the `l' word but I can't stand to be away from him.
Really, I get all goofy inside."

Sam smiled.  "Just inside? OH. You mean the `l' word like in the phrase,
lick my hole."

Matt smirked.  "Har har.  Man, we had dinner last night, talked about our
feelings and his getting fucked by this black stud and then we spent like
three hours going at it.  We fucked and sucked until we collapsed.  I
fucked him. He fucked me.  We both have nipples that are crusty and sore
this morning.  And well, I left him with a bunch of sheets to be washed.
It is going to be a challenge to get him to be versatile.  He's like super
hungry to get fucked.  My dick is sore from all the attention last night."

"Prove it."  Matt went to punch him again but he swerved. "So this guy he
met, do you think it will happen again?"

"Don't know.  But from what he told me, well, I'd like to watch.  Steve's
like a super horndog.  He goes instantly into heat and needs a cock rammed
up his ass.  Or mouth. This whole divorce thing may have created a sex
monster."

Joe shuffled nervously in the aisle.  "Ok, we need to change the subject
caussssssse I'm getting hot."  Matt and Sam glanced at his basket.  "Don't
look at it!  You'll only make it worse."

Sam rolled his eyes.  "Hoo boy, we're hoping to get to the gym when Bruce,
Steve, Eric and Tom get in, you guys going?"

"Yeah, after work, although Steve seemed to have some big project to do
this morning and wasn't sure how much time it would take.  Hopefully, we'll
see you there.  Hey, I better get back to work now that I've stirred up the
cum in my nuts."

"Oh, we need to gets nuts."  Joe dropped his head.  Sam looked innocent.
"What?  I want to put out bowls of buts. Nuts.  I meant nuts.  Stop it you
two. Hey Matt, give us a call about dinner if we don't see you at the gym.
Let's go my shopper's little helper."  Matt whistled as he walked away.

Joe leaned against Sam.  "That whole thing is working out really nicely
between them."

Sam agreed.  "Yep, now if Matt can just keep his dick from ripping through
the zipper on his pants."

It took the two men another 3 hours to finish with their shopping list.
The bed of the truck was quite full by the time they got home.  Sam was
glad he had purchased a cap for the truck to carry loads like this.  He
backed the truck into the garage to make unloading easier and helped Joe
start the long process.  They both stopped dead in their tracks when they
carried two floral arrangements into the dining room.

Along the long wall was a beautifully finished long sideboard that matched
the new table and chairs.  Joe blinked as he sat down the flowers.  "This
wasn't here last night?"

Sam sat the arrangement down and picked up a note on the board.

All it said was, "I'll explain this later.  Love you guys, Steve."

Joe ran his hand over the smooth wood surface.  "He couldn't have built
this in like one day, it's absolutely beautiful.  And it looks like it was
made with the table."

Sam was already on his cell phone calling Steve. "Dude, what's with this
sideboard?  Oh?  No, no, you can't do that.  I appreciate that but you
better give me a price.  I want to.  Won't take no for an answer.  Either
you let me or we won't let you have sex with us.  Steve?  You there.  I'm
kidding.  This is beautiful workmanship.  OK stop by later."

"What did he say?"

Sam put plates under the flowers and admired the furniture.  "It was a
piece he custom built for someone who then decided that wanted a completely
different style of dining room set, so this had been sitting in his
workshop for months.  He's giving it to me.  But, is making a top piece
that I will pay for, no matter what he says.  Joe, this is like so fucking
beautiful.  Look at this finish, and the craftsmanship.  I'll have to let
him fuck me for sure."

"Hmm, sounds like a hot plan to me."

"He's going to stop by later.  Let's get the rest of our stuff unloaded and
put away.  The guys will be here soon.

Steve was busy rearranging his workshop now that a big piece of furniture
was gone.  Sketches for the top shelving, hutch unit hung on the wall.
Fresh lumber sat acclimating to the workshop climate in the corner, just
delivered from the lumberyard.  The delivery men reminded him of the hot
guy who fucked him the day before and of the pounding Matt had given his
ass last night.  He unlocked another storage bin and hunted for a newly
purchased and hidden object.  The large dildo was eerily realistic except
for the suction cup on one end.  Something he tried to remember from the
times he had seen Sam's telephone pole cock.  A quick check of the lock on
the shop door and he ducked into a side room and stripped.  His whole body
trembled as he greased its fat length.  Surprisingly, his butthole bearly
resisted as he practiced what Matt had been teaching him.  His cock flopped
from side to side as he impaled himself.  His nuts rose, then relaxed in
the low hanging sac.  The nipples Matt had worked over the night before
were hard and swollen, just right for more attention.  He was sliding his
ass up and down with ease in a matter of minutes but wouldn't allow himself
the pleasure of touching his cock.  That duty belonged to Matt.

The big rubber cock stretched and pummeled his ass until he was satisfied
he was ready.  The slimy toy slid out with a loud sucking sound as his
cocked pulsed waiting for the release that wasn't about to happen.  He
replaced the dildo with a butt plug only about half the size but large
enough to cause his cock to remain half erect as he dressed and laid out
wood for a project.  He left to meet Matt at the gym.  The big Dodge
bounced on the rugged back road making him even hornier.

Sam and Joe were there with their friends Bruce, Steve, Tom and Eric.  The
beef quotient had quadrupled with this group in the gym.  His baggy shorts
did little to disguise the fact that his dick was half erect and his nuts
swollen.  Sam chalked up Steve's slightly spread legged walk from the hard
fucking his ass had gotten the night before.  Matt couldn't quite figure
out what was going on as they stood around discussing where to go for
dinner and how long they would need.  He was the only one who had to go
home to shower and Matt frowned unhappily.  They left the Muscle Bank and
headed to Steve's.  Matt watched the big truck fly away from him in an
uncommon hurry.

Steve was home and naked by time Matt walked in the door.  He dragged him
to the bedroom, practically ripped off his clothes, and attacked his cock.

Matt could do little but stammer half sentences.  Steve was desperately,
almost painfully sucking his fat cock.  "Guy, what's gotten into you?  Slow
down.  Oh fuck, no don't stop, just slow down or I'll cum in like three
seconds.  What in the world has you all horned up?"  Steve stopped his
sucking, squatted in front of his fuck buddy and pulled out the butt plug
with a loud pop.  "You've had that in all this time?"

An out of breath Steve hoarsely whispered. "Yeah, I forgot that all these
muscleheads were going to be there for like a big time workout.  I thought
I was going to go out of my mind.  Now, if you don't mind, you have a job
to do."  He knelt on the edge of the bed and grabbed Matt by the dick.
"Shut up and fuck me."

Matt looked down at the big red puffy hole and felt his dick get even
stiffer.  He needed very little grease to push into a begging Steve.  He
leaned back to brace himself and thrust his hips forward.  Steve held his
ground as Matt slammed his hips hard against the muscular ass.  He was
rewarded with a blast of hot cum from Matt that he swore he could feel deep
inside his gut.  He gave Matt's cock a couple minutes to relax, then pulled
away, turned around and shot round after round of his own thick juice all
over Matt's abs.  Then, like a good boy he licked his lover clean.

He dropped to his knees a trembling, quivering sweating pig.  "Well, that
ought to take off the edge while we have dinner."

Matt chuckled.  "Oh I don't know.  I think we should put the butt plug back
in for dinner."

"Yeah right, eat me fucker."

"We don't have time, but remember that for later."  He pulled Steve to his
feet, planted a big wet kiss and held him for a long embrace.  "Let's hit
the shower."

The group had chosen to go to a small roadhouse restaurant a few miles away
that was owned by a gay guy Bruce and Steve had met through friends.  The
gaggle of gay muscleheads out weighed and out muscled everyone in the bar
and quickly scored a big corner booth.

Steve and Matt were the last to arrive.  Sam commented on Steve's swagger.
Steve's face turned a bright red.  "Um, later, I'll explain later, it's not
dinner conversation."

Eric hugged Steve's broad shoulders.  "It is if you two went home and
fucked like bunnies before dinner."  Steve dropped his head.  "Ohhhhhhhh,
young love, how sweet."

Will, the roadhouse owner, approached the group with menus and crossed his
thick arms across an even bigger chest.  "All right girls, I don't expect
no trouble from yunz picking on my waitress.  Got it?"  For a moment all
was silent until Will high-fived Bruce.  "How ya doing big guy?  I, uh, am
sorry, but I don't have a bigger seating area. Not sure I have enough food
in the kitchen."

Bruce looked around, "Aw, these pansies all eat salads."

Eric smacked him in the back of the head.  "Like hell we do. Get the
waitress over here."

Will shook his head.  "OK, about that.  He's a waiter and he's straight.
Try not to abuse him too much.  Hey, Weed, this table of misfits is all
yours."

A tall thick young man with a short haircut, a too small T-shirt and snug
jeans, came walking around the corner and waved.  "Hey, guys, how are you
all tonight?  I'm Weed and I'll be your waiter, so drinks anyone?"  A
moment of silence overcame the group as they took in the handsome man
before them and tried to remember Will had told them he was not one of
them.  They all very politely gave drink orders and watched the prime butt
walk away toward the bar.

Tom whistled lowly and sighed. "Damn, that's one good lucking hunk of prime
waiter."  The group carried on amongst themselves but got quiet each time
Weed approached their corner to help with their orders.

Sam finally broke the ice.  "So, how'd you get the name Weed?"

"Easy.  It grows like one."

"You grew what like one?"

Weed looked confused.  "Um, no, my dick, it grows like a weed. A nice big,
thick-stalked weed."  The group looked totally confused.  "OK, guys.
What's going on?  Did Will tell you, oh no, surely a group of fine
gentleman like yourselves, no he did.  He told you I was straight, didn't
he?"  They all nodded yes.  He reached up and rubbed his short brown hair,
causing his biceps to bulge to the size of a softball.  "Girlfriends, he's
pulling your dicks.  Willllllll."  There was a large raucous laugh that
came from the general direction of the kitchen and then they heard Will
yell ouch.

He walked out snickering and rubbing his shoulder.  "That boy can throw a
punch."  The men pelted him with wadded up napkins and Bruce pulled him
down across his lap and slapped his ass.  A waitress working another group
of tables came over and added a slap of her.

"Damn, I've been wanting to do that for a long time."

"Hey, remember who the boss is here."

"Yeah right.  You don't like it when a set of tits slaps your ass.  Oh look
he's blushing.  Bu t I bet you'd like if Weed slapped your butt."  She
walked away laughing as the group sat silent for a moment then bust out
laughing.

Weed came back with another round of drinks and shots.  "I'm not talking to
you Will, just wait till later.  And guys, there will be a later.  We live
together."  He passed around the last of the shots and looked at Will
sitting on a corner next to Bruce.  "Will's my bitch."

Will took a deep breath.  "I've lost all control tonight no thanks to you
guys.  In case you haven't figured it out, this is a redneck bar owned by a
big gay guy, who lives with his partner, a waiter and everyone knows.  But
no one seems to care.  Unless I raise drink prices."

The group finished dinner and headed back to Sam and Joe's.  They lounged
in the downstairs family room around the TV, lit a fire and relaxed.  Sam
and Joe were lost in conversation planning the party the next day.  Tom and
Eric were sharing their story of how they met and became a couple with
Steve and Matt.  Steve asked question after question until Matt threatened
to shut him up with a dick down his throat.  Steve kidded it may take more
than one stiff prick.  Tom warned him to be careful what he wished for as
Eric came back with the keys to the playroom.

"We only play as a couple, so Steve, you think you can handle it?"  Matt
felt his dick go hard as Steve slowly nodded in agreement.  "Let's go
then."

Eric adjusted the lights in the playroom to low as Tom and Matt stripped
and began exploring each other's bodies while slowly stripping Steve.
Steve took a deep breath as he took in the beauty of Tom's competition
level body.  He was honed to a lean mean muscular machine with one big mean
stiff prick.  He dropped to his knees to begin slurping away at Matt and
Tom.  It wasn't until they helped him up and he turned around to take in
all that was Eric that he had a moment of panic.  Eric was one of the
biggest most muscular men he had ever seen in pictures or in the flesh.
And the flesh hanging between his legs was mind numbingly huge.  Tom
snuggled against him and rubbed his shoulders.

"Steve, you don't have to do anything you don't want to and if you say stop
to anyone we stop.  What do you want to do?"

Steve looked at the three men standing naked before him and felt his knees
buckle.  "I want to do whatever will make Matt happy.  It's all about
making him happy.  I think having him fuck me while you guys face fuck me
would be hot.  In the sling."  Matt felt his own knees buckle at the
thought of the man who he was quickly coming to love confess he would do
anything for him.

The three men lifted him into the sling, got him comfortable and began
caressing every inch of his hot skin with their hands.  Steve felt himself
floating away on the lust he felt for Matt as the two men exchanged kisses
and tongues.  Steve laid back and swallowed Matt's fat cock.

Eric began working the prone man's excited nipples while Tom started eating
out the still puffy ass.  "Matt, that's one fat cock you have there and
this boy seems to handle it just fine.  And you say he's only been out of
the closet a short time?"

"Shorter than any dick in this room." Tom stopped eating ass long enough to
think about it.

Matt changed places with Tom as the bodybuilder fed Steve his 10 plus inch
boner.  Matt worked on lubing the sling slut's quivering hole and slowly
pushed his cock into the warm tunnel.  Steve closed his eyes and let his
world be filled with cock and hands all over his body.  Matt slammed him
back and forth in the sling.  He only stopped long enough for Tom to pull
his dick from the gasping man's throat.

"You choking?  You OK?"

"Sorry, had to sneeze.  Bad timing, I need dick please sirs."  Tom and Eric
stood on either side of his head and rubbed their cocks on Steve's face and
head.  He momentarily panicked again when he saw Eric's monster dick.  "How
big is that thing?"

"Don't think about it.  Just relax.  Matt work his nips.  Tom, I believe it
was your turn to fuck this man's hot ass."  Steve stretched his neck to
watch as Tom's pole slowly slid up his ass.  All he could do was moan.  He
locked eyes with Matt as he worked the raw nips.  Matt signaled with his
eyes that it was time to try Eric's dick.  He let his head drop, opened his
mouth and let Eric massage his neck and shoulders until the big prick began
it's slide deep down his throat.  Steve felt his throat closing around the
monster and then the room started to spin.  He let his muscles relax and
soon felt Eric's fat low hangers rubbing against his head.

Matt whistled softly.  "Holy shit.  I never thought he'd be able to take
that fucker."

Eric softly stroked Steve's arms.  "He's quite a talent and he's doing this
for you.  Quite a statement."  Steve reached back and pulled Eric's body
tight against his head to keep the big cock in place a bit longer. The
three men leaned in and jointly shared a kiss and spit over Steve's pulsing
body.  "Tommy, you about ready?"  Tom nodded.  "It's my turn then."  He
slowly withdrew his dick and walked around between Steve's upturned legs.
The monster cock swayed back and forth like it was suspended by an
invisible wire in front of Eric. Steve weakly raised his head so Matt stood
behind him to provide support.  His eyes opened wide as what seemed like a
yard of cock slid into his worn out asshole.  All he could do was whimper
and moan as Eric rocked the sling back and forth fucking the needy man.
Steve dropped his head and sucked on his lover's cum-filled balls.  With
his left hand he reached out for Tom's cock and began desperately stroking
it.  A few minutes later, Eric gave the signal and all three men unloaded
ribbons of thick hot cum across Steve's battered torso.  "Matt you want to
finish this?"  Matt nodded and stepped between Steve's legs again.  Eric
and Tom stood on either side of Steve's head and watched Matt jack Steve's
throbbing rock hard cock.  Steve reached his arms around them and pulled
them in tight as his juice shot several feet into the air and splattered
back down across his chest.  He lay gasping in the sling and groaned with
relief.

They helped Steve out of the sling, rubbed his legs and steadied him as he
walked back out to the TV room.  The room was quiet.  The other four men
had gone to their rooms for amusement of their own.  Sam had left a note
for Steve and Matt to feel welcome to stay and borrow whatever clothes Matt
needed for work in the morning.  Eric rubbed Tom's back. "Why don't you go
get that cream we brought along.  Steve could probably use some.  I'll help
Matt get him showered.  How are you feeling Steve?"

Steve could only hoarsely croak.  "I can't believe I just did that.  That
was like enough dick for six men.  What kinda cream?"

"It'll help with swelling."  Steve's cock still swayed back and forth erect
and proud.  "Not that kind of swelling.  Let's get you cleaned up."  He
helped Matt walk Steve to the shower on his wobbly legs and the three men
stood in the hot spray as Steve slowly relaxed.  They soaped him down and
toweled him dry, his cock never going soft.  Tom handed Eric the tube of
cream.  He applied some to the poor man's worn asshole.  Steve and Matt
decided to camp out in the room next to Tom and Eric.  They said good night
to the men and made their way upstairs.  Steve's cock still stood erect and
proud.

Tom pushed Eric toward the stairs.  "So, how long do you think it will be?"

"Judging by the stiffness of that prick, I'd say a couple of hours.  It's
Matt's turn to get fucked now."  Sure enough, by the time they got upstairs
to their room, they could hear the two men going at it, sure it was now
Matt on the receiving end.

Christmas Eve morning was sunny and bright.  The friends were gathered in
the large kitchen eating breakfast when Steve appeared at the front door
looking somewhat worn and tired.

"Matt had to be at work really early.  He'll see you all tonight. I had to
go home to take care of Sammy here.  I brought him along.  Hope you don't
mind?"  Sam scratched the ears of the big friendly dog just before he went
bounding from one gymrat to another sniffing their crotches.  Steve watched
red-faced.

Sam poured him some coffee and offered him a plate of bacon and eggs.  "You
teach him that? How'd you sleep?"

"Like a rock.  Truly. My dick didn't get soft until about 5 in the morning,
despite Matt trying to help with that.  Guys, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to
be such a pig."

Tom and Eric looked at each other.  "You need not apologize for that.  Um,
how's the other end?"  Eric rubbed his ass.

Steve tilted his head as he took a sip of coffee.  "Surprisingly good.
That cream did the trick?"

Bruce leaned forward.  "What cream is that?"

"Oh some natural stuff our Doc found.  It is truly amazing.  Or maybe you
should ask Tom."

Tom smiled demurely.  "Believe me it works.  Years of being impaled on
Eric's horse cock, it works."

Steve excused himself shortly after breakfast to return home and do some
work.  The other men spent the day helping Sam and Joe get ready for their
first big party.  Sam's brother, their parents and his brother's kids were
the first to arrive.  Dave Jr. had a football buddy with him, a tall thick
young black guy who looked like a combination of bodybuilder, linebacker.
Various neighbours began arriving along with acquaintances and work
friends.  By eight o'clock the house was fairly full when Steve and Matt
returned.

"Sorry, we're a bit late guys.  We needed a nap."  The friends laughed and
teased them to the confusion of Sam's nephew and friend.  Bruce and Eric
soon cornered Steve in the dining room to talk to him about his
woodworking.

Officer Sullivan cruised around the neighbourhood before parking his car a
relative distance away.  As he walked toward Sam's, he crossed paths with a
neighbour out for a stroll, or so it seemed as he peeked around a corner
shrub of Sam's yard.

"Evening Mr. Toomey.  Out for a brisk walk this beautiful Christmas Eve?"

The startled man turned around quickly and came face to chest with the big
cop.  "Why yes, Officer Sullivan I am.  Are you here to take care of this
rowdy crowd?"

"And what crowd would that be?"

"These fa, people, these people who've moved here are having a wild party?
Too loud and I am sure too many despicable things going on."

"Oh really?"  John turned to look toward Sam's house, the front door wide
open so anyone could see through the full glass storm door into the warm
open space.  "I don't hear anything.  And what kind of despicable things,
I'm only seeing people standing around, oh I'd say talking. Maybe
drinking."

Toomey snorted and stiffened his stance.  "This neighbourhood doesn't need
people like this.  These are fine family homes.  We don't need their type
here."

"Their type? And what type would that be?"

"Queers."  His face turned red in the bright moonlight and John could feel
his anger radiate.  "We don't need them running around doing heaven knows
what, and who can say if the children are safe, I'm sure they're...."

"They're what Mr. Toomey?  Child molesters?  Sex offenders?  Let me tell
you what is offensive.  It's people like you making judgments against
people you haven't met.  Don't be giving me all your pompous religious
bullshit cause you want to know something?" He leaned closer to the smug
man.

"What are you implying Officer?"

"Well, let he who is without sin."

"Don't preach to me."

Officer Sullivan relaxed and smiled.  "You're right, I don't need to
preach.  I'm sure you know your version of the good book inside out."  He
turned to walk toward Sam's.

"And don't even think about threatening me, I can have your job."

The big man smiled. His eyes bright in the evening light.  "Yes, I'm sure
you could.  Well, you have a good evening of, hmm, sightseeing.  If you
will excuse me, I have a party to attend."

"I'm warning you Officer Sullivan."

"Warn all you want Toomey, ya old fart.  Just remember my cruiser has a
camera, and one of my posts for traffic surveillance just happens to be
across from the adult book store.  You know the one, just off the highway.
I'm sure you do. Oh and by the way, take that damned santorum poster down,
the election is a year away."  Toomey's face narrowed with rage as John
walked up to the front door and was met by Sam.

"Hey John, nice to see you.  Glad you could join the party."

"Thanks for the invite Sam, oh, and just go along with me."  He wrapped his
thick arm around Sam's neck and planted a long wet kiss.  Sam was
speechless when he broke away.  "One of your neighbours wanted to know if
you were a good kisser.  You are."

"Uh, uh, I'll take your coat."  Sam stood in the doorway with John's
leather jacket and looked out.  "What neighbour? What kisser?"

"Ah, that pompous windbag perv up the street Toomey.  It's time for
payback."  Several neighbours within earshot turned to look at the big cop.

"Count us in."

Sullivan's eyes lit with a mischievous smile.  "It's gonna be a good
holiday.  Which way to the bar boys?"  All gay eyes carefully followed the
big beefy cop as he walked toward the kitchen in tight black jeans and a
long sleeve pullover that did little to hide the pounds of lean hard
muscle.  Sam made a mental note to count the comments on getting arrested.
Oddly enough, by the end of the evening straight people wanting to be
molested by Sullivan was almost equal to gay men.

"So John, where's the girlfriend?"

"She's at her parents for the holiday, so I'm on my own.  Just me and lefty
here.  I volunteered to work some overtime to give a couple other guys on
the force some time with their families.  My parents went to South Beach
for the holiday and my brother is skiing in Canada out west somewhere. So
much for family togetherness."

"Wow, so if you aren't patrolling, you are more than welcome for dinner
here tomorrow evening.  My family, and these assorted warped friends.
Around 6 PM, please come by if you can."

John held out his big thick hand and shook Sam's.  "Thanks buddy, I
appreciate it."  He leaned in close and nudged Sam.  "And don't tell my
girlfriend but you are a better kisser."  He laughed as one of the
neighbours pulled him away.

Dave Jr. cornered his uncle and hinted at a drink.  Sam lightly punched the
boy's chest.  "No way stud.  Sorry. So what's happening with football?"

Davey beamed.  "Well, looks like Ronnie, my friend there and I will be
getting some kind of scholarship to State.  Ron is probably also going to
wrestle.  Cool huh?"

Sam hugged his nephew.  "That's great.  Is it what you want?"

"Oh yeah, they have a degree program that I like and a great football
program so I'm stoked.  Ron still needs a little bit of a push."

"Why?  Waiting for an offer from another school?"

"Uh, no not exactly, that's why I brought him along tonight.  I thought you
could be a good role model for him."

"What? Me? A role model?  I don't understand?"

Davey pulled his uncle aside away from the caterer working the bar.  "Ron
came out to me, cause I told him about you, being this big macho muscle guy
and gay and all.  I thought maybe you could talk with him, I don't know.
Be a mentor or something"

"Dave, I'd be glad to but he ultimately has to decide for himself what he
wants to do.  Being out on a major college football team could be really
devastating.  Or could go really well, you don't know.  I wouldn't want to
put him on the spot."

"I know, but I don't think I'm a good person for him to you know discuss
these things.  I have a difficult enough time with sex, with girls."

"Huh, what?  You're having sex with girls?"  Sam teased.  "I'm sure your
dad has given you the lecture.  Look whatever you do about sex is your
decision but be safe, be careful. And for heaven sakes don't say anything
around your grandmother."

"Funny, that's what I say to Ron, about sex. But I don't think he's had sex
with another guy yet.  Be a friend to him will ya Sam?"

"Sure Davey.  So tell me, who's this girl you're boning?"

"Oh good grief, you're as bad as my father."  The doorbell rang again and
Sam walked away chuckling at his embarrassed nephew.

Sam opened the door to a tall good looking black dude.  "Hey, Scott, glad
you could make it, come in.  Let me take your coat."  The man shook his big
arms free and pulled on the sleeves of his snug sweater.  "So the bar's in
the kitchen, plenty of food, so I hope you are hungry.  I'll introduce you
around.  Although, I guess you know some of the folks from the
neighbourhood.  They walked toward the kitchen just as Steve came out with
two drinks.

"Scott?"  Steve froze in his tracks.

"Steve, hey how are you?"  He flashed the confused man a big smile and
squeezed his shoulder.  Matt came around the corner from the den and
stopped.

"Scott, hi happy holidays?  I didn't know you knew Sam."

Sam looked at their faces.  "Yeah, Scott works for the company I called to
check out the furnace and a/c when I bought the house, we got to be
friends."

Matt nodded.  "Oh cool.  We use his company to work on equipment at the
store.  Good tech."

Steve handed Matt his drink.  "So you know Scott from work?"

Matt blushed slightly.  "And the gym and you know."

Scott looked at the two men and stepped back a half step.  "So, you guys
are, and you told him, that, oh oh."

Sam scratched his freshly cut high and tight.  "OK, I'm missing something,
did you three do a little you know or do you know each other from where?"

Matt laughed.  "Well, I know Scott from work and play and Steve has met
Scott to play, so no we haven't done a together kind of thing."  Scott
relaxed a bit.  "Yet."

Scott puffed out a breath.  "So I'm not going to get a drink thrown in my
face or punched?"

Matt leaned against Steve.  "Oh no, so what are you drinking?"  He led the
both of them back to the bar.

Sam stood and watched the three gymrats chatting as Ron came over.  "Nice
party Mr. Chambers, thanks for letting me come by."

"You're welcome Ron and call me Sam.  So Davey tells me you're in line for
a scholarship to state, congratulations."

"Thanks, I have to make up my mind.

"You waiting for an offer from another school?"

"No, this is a terrific opportunity but I have this other issue and I'm not
sure I can handle four years of football at a high profile school and be,
well, in, uh...."

"Out of the closet?"

Ron let out a long slow sigh.  "Dave told you?  Damn.  I hate having this
secret and I'm not sure I can go through college living a split
personality."

Sam smiled at the handsome young man and leaned close.  "Well, why don't we
try to get together and talk through your options.  A party like this may
not be the best place to do that.  Have you told your parents?"

"Shit no.  My mom would drag me to church and leave me there and I have no
idea what my father would do.  Although, he doesn't live with us and I
really think he's on the down low."

"Oh, not a good life to live.  Well, I'm working mostly from home this next
week and only going into the office on Tuesday and Thursday morning, so
I'll give you my number and we'll talk."

"Great, thanks for understanding.  So are all these friends of yours gay?"

"Most of them.  The big muscleheads are."

"Really?  You're shitting me?  Wow, including him?"  He pointed toward
Officer John talking with neighbours in the living room.

"Um, no, that's Office John Sullivan, local cop.  But gay-friendly."

"Evidently from the way I saw him kiss you."

Sam rubbed a hand over his stiff nipple under his pullover.  "Yeah, uh, I'm
still trying to figure that one out myself.  But when someone that size
carrying a gun puts a yard of tongue down your throat, you sorta just go
along.  He says he's straight."

Ron whistled low.  "That's one hot man.  And the tall muscular black guy?"

"Scott?  No, he's gay.  And a really good guy, might be good for you to
talk with him at some point.  He just got divorced and you might find his
story interesting."

The young man let out another long sigh and dropped his shoulders.  "Man, I
have so much to learn."

Sam threw his arm over his shoulders and walked him back to the rest of the
partiers.  "Life is all about learning Ron, for ever and ever.  Whatever
you decide, you have people here you should feel free talking to about
anything.  Hey, it's the holidays, enjoy yourself and try not to let things
get overwhelming.  We'll talk next week."  The young man thanked him and
walked off to rejoin his friend.

About 11, Officer John walked over to Sam and Joe to thank them and wish
them a happy holiday.  "I have to get some sleep. Early shift tomorrow but
I will take you up on that dinner offer.  Great party.  And great meeting
your friends. You guys have a good night."  He started to head out the door
but turned back around.  "One other thing and I've only had one drink."  He
wrapped his big arms around both of them, pulled them close and kissed them
long and hard.  "Bye-bye."  The big man waved as he left, bounced across
the snowy lawn and strolled to his car.

Joe looked at a confused Sam.  "Do you think he's trying to tell us
something?"  Sullivan drove away but saw the draperies move as he neared
the Toomey residence so he rolled down the window and yelled happy
holidays.

Sam took a deep breath and held it for a second.  "I don't know, but I
can't turn around cause I'm getting a hardon from that little scene."  Joe
glanced down.

"Hmmmm, you think anyone would notice if we slid downstairs for a few
minutes?"

Sam swallowed.  "Um, we need to be good hosts.  Besides I think Steve, Matt
and Scott may be down there playing."

Joe shook his head.  "No, Steve and Matt are over there chatting with
neighbours, let's see, who's missing?  Oh.  Oh my."

Sam slowly turned around and stood behind a table in the entry at crotch
level.  "Who's missing?"

"I think Scott and Ron."

Sam paused a second.  "OK, well, that's not going to help my problem and is
Ron 18?"

Joe looked casually around the room.  "It may be too late to ask that
question."

"Why don't you mingle down in the TV room and I'll stroll through up here.
It's getting late and I expect people to be cutting out shortly."  Sam
mingled through the people on the main floor, chatting with neighbours and
keeping an out for Ron.  Joe bopped his way through a few people downstairs
casually trying to get to the playroom to see if the door was still locked.
As he passed the gym he glanced in and saw Scott and Ron sitting on one of
the benches.

"Hey guys, working out?  You're supposed to be eating all of this food so
Sam and I won't be tempted."

Scott laughed, flopped his thick arm over the teenager's shoulders and
pushed against him.  "Nah, we're having a little discussion about how
difficult it is to be black and gay and how that works in this city.  And I
gave him my opinion for what it's worth that he needs to go to college,
take the scholarship and let some things pan out before throwing himself
out of the closet and risking everything.  I think he has a support system
here if he needs one."

Ron ran his hand over Scott's thigh.  "Thanks guys.  I appreciate that.  I
don't honestly have my mind made up yet but need to get a game plan
together soon.  If I commit to football, everything else will take a back
seat.  I know that won't go over well with some of the more out gay guys I
read about, but I don't want to fuck up this opportunity.  So is it ok if I
hang with you guys when I'm home?"

Joe gave him a simple crooked grin.  "Sure. You're always welcome here.
But we're all older than you so it may not be much fun."

"If by fun you mean, working out with a bunch of guys who just happen to
like guys that works for me.  That and, at 18, I still haven't lost my
virginity.  So one of you could get lucky."  He shot them a sly smile.
"Hey I gotta go.  I told my mom I would be home by midnight.  Early church
thing tomorrow.  Thanks Scott."  He leaned in and kissed him for a long
time.  Joe gave him a hug as he stood up.  Ron ran his hands over the broad
back and butt.  "Oh shit.  I'm so screwed.  Gonna need to jack off for
sure."

"Ok, not going there.  Hey, be sure you get our number from Sam before you
leave.  Have a good holiday."  They watched him bound up the stairs and out
of sight.  "You OK Scott?"  Scott slowly stood up and ran his hand over the
outline of his stiff dick in his pants.

"It took everything I have to not throw him down rip his clothes off and
just, just, eat his whole damned body.  Damn, that kid's hot.  And
sweet. And smart.  He needs to keep his dick under control and concentrate
on football and college, don't screw it up."

Joe chuckled.  "I'd ask if you need help with that but I do have guests.
I'll leave you and your, um, friend alone for a few minutes."  He headed
back upstairs to find fewer people than before.  By 12:30 the only ones
left were the gay buddies.  Steve and Matt were heading home to take care
of the dog, with Scott conveniently behind them.  Sam locked the door
behind them and sighed.  "We survived our first party."

Sam hugged him close.  "Yeah, and I'm tired.  That's a lot of work for no
sex."  The friends helped them clean up a bit.  Fortunately, the caterers
had done an exceptional job of getting things under control.  Bruce, Steve,
Tom and Eric were heading upstairs to their rooms.  "What time do you guys
want breakfast?"

Bruce smiled feebly.  "Why don't we say coffee at nine and then take it
from there to see who is up and mobile?"

Sam agreed.  "Works for me, thanks guys, sleep well."  He draped his arms
over Joe as they turned off the last of the lights and headed to bed.
"Dude, I am so tired.  You won't be upset if we don't play around tonight
will you?"

Joe stripped off his clothes and flopped across the bed.  "Sadly, if you
fucked me, I'd probably sleep through it."  The two of them spooned
together and were dead out in minutes.

Matt closed the door as Steve herded the bouncing German Shepherd out the
back.  He hung Scott's coat in the entry closet and hugged their guest.
"So you fucked my boyfriend eh?"

"Um, well since you asked.  He's quite a hot man."  The two were sucking
face and groping when Steve returned with the dog.

"OK, you two, that's enough without me."  He leaned in for a group hug as
both men squeezed his butt.  "Oh I think we're in for a bit of something
different tonight, get upstairs guys and strip."

Office Sullivan threw the cum-soaked towel across his bedroom toward the
clothes hamper.  He'd finally be able to sleep now.

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