Date: Sun, 21 May 2006 17:22:49 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Starting Again Chapter 16

Starting Again Chapter 16				by lennoxbear@aol.com

Gus was updating patient files at the front desk for the crew coming on at
7 AM.  It had been a relatively quiet night with a couple of exceptions.
The kind of night he liked where he could spend a little quality time with
patients and hopefully make their hospital stay a bit more enjoyable.  The
elevator dinged its ubiquitous ADA floor warning and the door smoothly slid
open and closed.  A large frame quietly walked to the desk.

"Hi, I was wondering if I could visit Matt, I know it's a bit early but
with my work..."

"You must be Sam."  Gus held out his hand to introduce himself.  "Steve's
told me all about you.  Sure, go ahead.  He's probably asleep though.  He's
running a fever for some unknown reason and wasn't resting very well.  They
finally let me give him a little something to help him rest.  Go ahead.
Company always helps.  Sam nodded his thanks and headed for Matt's room.
He carefully pushed open the door and approached his sleeping friend.

He looked down at Matt's handsome sleeping face, the bandages, the bruises,
cuts, casts, and IV.  He choked back a tear and let out a slow breath.  Gus
quietly stood at the door and watched unknown to Sam.  Sam took Matt's hand
and carefully rubbed it.  He carefully kissed Matt's forehead and hand.
Gus studied the tenderness with which the big man fondled the limp hand and
smiled.

"You can talk to him, he may not exactly wake up but he can probably hear
you.  Steve's in here a couple times a day to see him.  He'll be here in a
bit after he drops Matt's boy off to school.  Ain't never seen another man
fuss over his buddy the way Steve does.  Matt and you been friends long?"

"No, only a few months actually.  Matt's one of the first people I really
got to know when I moved back here from San Francisco.  We teased each
other cause as much as we liked being together; we knew we weren't right
together.  But ya know, sometimes, those people turn out to be the best
friends.  Now, I don't know how I would feel if he had died in that car
accident.  I guess he's lucky to be alive.  I saw the car or rather what's
left to of it."

"Matt's the lucky one fer sure.  He gets more calls from friends checking
up on him or stopping or sending him stuff.  You guys are pretty all right
by me.  Have to hope my son Buzz finds someone like you."

Sam smiled.  "Yeah, I forgot, Gus, your Buzz's dad.  Good kid.  He's moving
in with me and Joe, long story.  I think I should let Buzz tell you."

"OK, um, sure whatever?  Buzz is a great kid, he's the smallest of all
seven brothers but he's got the biggest damn heart."

"The smallest?  He's like one huge solid muscle. Did you say seven
brothers?"  "Yep, I'm a good Italian Catholic." Gus laughed then looked to
see if he woke up Matt.

"Wow.  Seven.  I don't know whether to congratulate you or drop my pants
and well."

Gus waved him off.  "No, that would be Buzz's forte, and maybe his brother
Tim."  Gus shrugged.  "Not my glass of beer.  How do you tell if your kid
is gay?"

"Beats me, but if he is, Tim, I'd think he'd open up to Buzz.  Especially
now."

"Why now?"

"Well, with all that has happened with Buzz and Matt and Joe, it shows us
how fragile life is and that we need all the love and support we can get.
Also, again Buzz needs to be the one telling you, but he's made a
commitment to a relationship with a truly honorable man."

"If he's at all like the guys who have come in here to visit Matt, Buzz
will be lucky."

"It's Officer John Sullivan."

"You're shitting me?  Really? The afternoon crew says he's been in here
three or four times and sits in the chair and chats with Matt.  The man's
like the size of this doorway, not that I'm small but he makes me feel
inadequate."

"Not with seven boys."  The two men laughed.  "Hey Gus, I'm sure Buzz will
give you all the details soon.  It only just happened.  I need to get to
work, early and busy day.  When do you think Matt will be able to come
home?"

"Hopefully by the end of the week if his fever breaks and they get this
infection or whatever it is under control."

"I'll keep him in my prayers."  Sam quietly crept out of the room to the
dimly lit hallway.  There were signs of morning activity popping up all
around.

Gus followed Sam. "Steve has my private number to call if anything happens
and if he has a question.  Not sure why I did that other than I've never
seen this much love.  A lot of guilt, but never this much love."  Gus took
Sam's arm and pulled him to him for a hug.  Buzz is a lucky man to have all
of you as his friends.  Maybe Tim will find himself when he starts college
this fall."

"Oh yeah, where's he going?"

"State."

"No shit.  My nephew and his buddy, the two kids who were in here are also
freshman this fall."  "Hmm, maybe we should introduce them."

"I think that's a great idea.  Here's my card.  Let's see what we can do.
Gotta run.  Thank you Gus for taking such good care of Matt."  ***** Joe
finally dragged his tired sore body out of bed to hit the shower.  Sam was
still holding off fucking him but that didn't stop them from sharing love
and getting each other off several times over the course of the night.  The
mind-numbing workout the day before had also taken its toll.  He felt like
he just wanted to stay home and rest but he was working on a big
presentation with Bruce and Steve.  Couldn't let them down.  The hot water
felt so good over his sore body but the room seemed to be spinning.  Sam
had been up and out early to try to visit Matt so he languished in the hot
shower.  The steam seemed to help stop the spinning and reinvigorate his
dick.  He lounged against the wall and slowly jacked off, remembering Sam's
hot mouth on it only an hour before.  His left hand worked his titrings.
His nips were still a bit sore but were healing nicely.  If anything
positive had come out of his sexual beating, it was his nips.  Some men
claimed they lost sensitivity in their nips with piercing.  Joe felt it
only heightened his reaction.  His dick responded well to it also and he
shot another load on the glass away from the spray.  He dropped to his
knees and licked the glass clean of his spent cum.  His Dad would be so
proud of his housekeeping skills.

He finished his shower and stood bare ass naked in the bedroom trying to
decide what to wear when the phone rang.  He idly fondled his fat balls as
he answered.

"Joe?  This is Al in Chicago.  You know, one of the cops handling your
abuse case.  We have some news."  Joe's cock instantly shot to attention as
he thought of the big, thick furry cop.  "Joe?  You there?"  *****

Steve went for an early morning run to relieve some of the tension from the
events of the last several days.  Sam ran faithfully by his side but was
excited to get back to the warm house.  He grabbed his treat and ran for
Buddy's room.  His crunching woke the boy up followed by gales of laughter
as Sam eagerly licked his face.  Steve stood in the door way and laughed.
"That doesn't get you out of having to shower for school.  I don't care how
thorough you think Sam is.  Sam get down, let Buddy get up."  Steve helped
him make the bed, gave him a morning hug and turned him toward the
bathroom.  "OK, let's hit the showers.  I'll have breakfast ready as soon
as I get downstairs."

"That's OK, I think I just want cereal Uncle Steve."  Steve smiled as Buddy
tried to head to the bathroom with Sam jumping all around him.

He walked into his room and stripped.  He was about to hit the shower when
he remembered he needed to call Ken.  He quickly dialed the number and
tried not to think of his lover or Ken.  "Hey, Ken, this is Steve.  I have
to drop Buddy off at school and then run to visit Matt.  I'm leaving a key
for the shop in a safety box, under the signboard on the shop.  I shouldn't
be too long.  I left a list of things on which I need you to concentrate on
the desk.  Don't forget there is a coffee pot and every thing you need in
the refrigerator.  What's that?  Sure, there's a full bath at the back of
the shop with a shower.  Feel free to bring clean clothes and shower at the
end of the day.  Thanks again."  He dropped the phone into the cradle and
headed toward his bathroom.  His stiff hard prick bounced straight out in
front.  God he needed Matt home soon.

A few minutes later, Buddy hugged him and ran across the school lot to the
entrance.  Steve waved and aimed Truckasaurus toward Shadyside.  The day
crew was dealing with breakfast trays as he entered. The place was a
beehive of activity.  Gus had already gone home for the day but left Steve
a note.  He slipped it into his jacket pocket and peeked into Matt's room.

A very tired and feeble looking Matt waved him in and tried desperately to
get up to kiss him.

"Whoa, happy dude, you better rest."  Matt flopped back on the bed and
smiled the look of someone either really tired or totally zoned.

"Stevie, could you jack me off, I am soooooooooooooooooooohorny?  Look."
He threw back the sheet and hospital gown to reveal his fat, fat cock,
stiff and proud.  "Please."

"Um, Matt, we're in you're hospital room, someone might walk in here."

"Well, then they could jack me off."  His hand slid over the edge of the
bed and groped Steve's already struggling dick.  "Oh mmmmmmmmmmmannnnnn, I
need that thing.  Let me suck you."

"What happy pills are you on?"

"Idonknow.  I don't think I got to sleep until like 3 AM.  Gus got them to
give me something.  Oh now there's a hot mature man, Gus can fuck my throat
anytime."

"Uh, I don't think that's his thing buddy."

"How's Buddy?  My boy."

"He's good, dropped him at school.  Dave and Ron are going to bring him by
to visit you later.  Uh, Matt, stop trying to pull down my zipper.  Boy,
you're flying."

"Yeah, the room's still spinning.  I think I need to sleep.  Did I eat
breakfast?"

"No, I don't think so yet."  Steve's cock was now fully erect down his pant
leg with Matt rubbing it lovingly.  "I'm going to call Gus this afternoon
and see if I can't arrange a little private time for us.  Hey, you're
dozing off.  Matt."  Steve laughed at his zoned out lover.  He kissed the
man carefully on the lips.  He watched Matt sleep for several minutes until
he was sure the man was comfortable.  His jacket became a shield to hide
his dripping prick as he walked down the hallway to the desk.  He asked a
nurse if food would help Matt's drug reaction.  She just laughed.  It might
but he obviously gets a good buzz, at least he isn't a belligerent patient.
Just like Matt, cheap drunk too.  But given the severity of the concussion,
the broken bones, bruises, and then an appendectomy, he was doing well to
be resting this well.

His dick was still semi-erect when he got back to his shop.  Ken's truck
was in the back parking space and Ken was already laying out the day's
project.  Steve walked in, hung up his coat, poured himself a cup of coffee
and chatted with Ken as the man hurried about prepping their work.  Every
move was a motion of sexual dynamite.  Steve excused himself to get
something in the house.  Ken tried not to let the boss man know he couldn't
help but notice his hardon.  Steve returned about 20 minutes later somewhat
in a better mood.  Ken quietly chuckled and smiled at Steve.  Gotta love a
man in love.

Gus's note had been an outline to Steve not to push Matt too much.  He was
concerned about the slow recovery from the concussion, the fever, and the
infection that was reacting slowly to treatment.  The doctor still hoped to
let Matt go home by the weekend but he would still need someone to help
him.  Gus offered to help as he could, no charge.  He liked Matt and Steve
and appreciated their friendship with his son.  He also wanted to casually
introduce his youngest son to the men to help get a better feel as to
whether or not he might be gay.  Gus didn't seem at all concerned he might
have two gay sons.  He wanted the best for both of them.  Steve, Matt and
their friends were the best in his mind.  *****

Buzz was uncharacteristically quiet as John helped him move his stuff from
his apartment to Sam and Joe's.  Buzz had asked a couple of his buddies,
including Bill, to help and John had a friend from the force along too.
The crew of beefy men moved Buzz's few belongings in no time.  Bill quietly
said goodbye and hoped he would see Buzz again soon.

"So, you think this is what you want?"  Bill rubbed Buzz's muscular delt
and teased his friend.

Buzz swallowed and quietly looked up with a tear in his eye.  "I've never
felt more right about this.  This man is the one, I know it.  I hope to
spend my life with Officer John."

"You're so young dude.  How can you be so sure?"

"I can't explain it.  I just know it's right."  The guys followed them over
to Sam and Joe's.  Sam had given Buzz a key and told him which room would
be his and where he could store the stuff he wasn't using.  Everyone said
another goodbye when all the unloading was done.  Buzz stood in the
playroom with John, quietly dropped to his knees and waited.

"I'm only going to be gone for a few weeks.  You're to serve and help Sam
and Joe in whatever way you can.  That includes giving yourself to them for
sex if that's what they want.  Sam will continue to work with you at the
gym.  Don't slack in your last term at school.  And don't forget I love
you."  John pulled him to his feet and wrapped his arms around the young
man.

"When is your flight?"

"Tonight.  I switched from tomorrow morning, thought I'd get a day's jump
on things.  I need to finish a few last minute things for packing and get
going."

"Do I have time for something before you leave?"  John took a deep breath
but before he could answer, Buzz dropped back to his knees and undid his
pants.

"Please let me have this, I need your juice before you go, sir.  It'll help
me, sir." John nodded as Buzz kissed the head of his cock.  He licked it
several times, deep cleaning the piss slit.  "May I sir?"  John placed his
hand on the back of Buzz'z head. It was all the encouragement the man
needed to suck off his new master.  John's legs trembled at the ferocity of
Buzz's love.  The man could give one helluva blow job.  He worked on the
shaft then backed off, each time he started again it was with a deeper lust
and need.  The cop's cock seemed to grow harder with each change.

"I can't wait anymore Buzz, but don't swallow it all, I want some back."
He let fire several volleys of thick cum that slid easily down the happy
man's throat.  Somehow Buzz managed to save some.  John pulled him back to
his face and pressed his lips to Buzz'z.  Their tongues exchanged the warm
sticky spunk and Buzz trembled to control his own dick.  "You need to get
off?"  Buzz weakly answered.  "If you shoot on my boots th......."
Buzz was back to the floor, his jeans open and his load splashing onto the
heavy cop boots.  He fell forward and greedily cleaned the man's boots.
John smiled and watched the man working to get every drop from the shiny
boots.

"Thank you sir.  I think I can make it now."

John held him closely again.  "So do I son, so do I."  They parted at the
front door.  Buzz watched as John's car disappeared around the corner.  He
kept himself busy unpacking until Sam and Joe got home from work.  Sam took
one look at Buzz and opened his big arms.  Buzz collapsed into them and
cried.

"It'll be OK son.  These weeks will fly by.  Are you scared?"

"No sir.  These are tears of joy.  I couldn't be happier."  *****

The friends settled into a routine that week of helping Steve and Buddy.
Someone would watch Buddy while he did his homework and Steve got a chance
to go to the gym.  Or someone would take Buddy to visit his dad so Steve
and Ken could keep up with the workload that was flooding Steve's small
shop.  Ken even volunteered to take Steve to his gym on Friday to give him
a break and bond with his new boss.

"Gotta tell ya Steve, I am loving this.  It's so much better than waiting
to find a job in north central Pennsylvania.  Your friends are really
great; your son is a super kid. I love the work and Sam is a lot of fun.  I
don't know if I told you but I brought my dog with me when I moved down
here."  Steve looked across the seat at his employee. His mouth dropped
open.

"You know, we've been so busy with work, and with Matt and Joe's recovery,
I've hardly had a chance to get to know you.  I am so fucking sorry."  Ken
proceeded to tell Steve his story.  After his father died, his mother
wanted to move to Florida to be with other relatives, his sister and
brother lived in Philadelphia, he had very few relatives where he was and
felt very alone, hence the move to Pittsburgh.  He though he could handle
it better than Philly.  Just him and Doober, the retriever.  The more Ken
talked, the more Steve liked him as a solid feet-on-the-ground kind of guy.
He wanted to go back to school and finish his degree but loved working with
his hands and could never see himself working a corporate job.  He
apologized if he was a bit quiet and shy but his tour of two and a half
years in Iraq left him just hanging.  Steve felt like he wanted to hug him.
But decided it would do nothing but maybe scare off the straight help.

They got to the small but well-equipped gym and headed to the locker room.
Ken very cautiously pulled off his jeans.  Steve gasped at a scar on his
upper quad and another on his back.

"You didn't tell me you had been wounded.  Ken are you OK?"  He carefully
touched the scar on the man's broad back.

Ken pulled on his workout gear, not without setting Steve's cock into
overdrive again.  "Yeah, physically I'm pretty good, emotionally not so.
It takes time.  The leg thing really screws up my squats, it'll be a while
before I can hit the heavy weights again."

Steve whistled softly.  "You look pretty damn good all considered. Oh, I
mean that as a compliment, I mean, not as a gay man, oh shit, I'm your boss
and I'm like sexually harassing you."  He looked down at the floor and
shook his head.

Ken fell out laughing.  "No, you aren't."  He bounced his prime pecs.  "If
anything, I'm flattered.  And I appreciate that you care.  Too many folks
at home still support the war.  I don't know what I believe there anymore.
I did my share.  Time to move on.  I've learned to keep my mouth shut."

"Gotta agree with ya."

"No, I mean, time to move on and hit the weights.  Come on boss."  They
pushed weight for two hours working like a well-oiled workout machine.  It
was one more thing that impressed Steve about Ken.  He focused on his work,
he focused on his workout, and he was just a damned nice guy.  Steve
thanked him for the workout as they headed back to the locker room and
showers. Scott was walking in with another taller black guy to hit the
weights.

"Hey Steve, how's Matt coming along?  And Joey?  I was up in Erie for a job
this week and only got home.  Is everyone okay?"

Steve hugged Scott briefly.  "Yeah, Joe's doing well.  The bruises are
healing, his face doesn't look like a blue mess and his lip is back to
normal size.  Uh, they have one more day for something else to heal, if you
get my drift.  Matt's coming along.  A slight infection from an emergency
appendectomy but they hope to send him home tomorrow."

"Oh man, that's good to hear.  Hey this is Bill.  He just started working
with my company and likes heating and a/c as much as I do."  Bill held out
his hand to Steve and Ken.  The big man's upper body was phenomenal but
like many guys, he hid his legs with baggy, baggy workout pants.

"Oh and this is Ken.  A carpenter I just hired.  I haven't managed to scare
him away in a week."  Ken looked at Bill and glanced at his legs.  "So,
Scott you joining us for dinner tonight?"

"Yeah.  I'll be there.  May drag Bill along if you don't mind.  He don't
say much but man can this dude eat.!"

Bill snorted a laugh. "I'm a growin' boy."

Scott rolled his eyes and shook his head.  "Well, he'll do well at this
place tonight.  Lots of food, cheap.  We'll see you there."  Steve and Ken
watched them cross the room.  Bill had a slight limp but otherwise was one
big man.

The two men turned back toward the locker room.  "So, what are your plans
for the weekend?  Big nights out?"

"Not really, not much of a bar person and the smoke kills me.  I have
laundry to do, need to spend some quality time with Doober, maybe a trip to
the doggie park.  And I need to look for a better apartment.  The place I'm
in is fine but the neighborhood is a bit shaky, so I'd like to find a place
where I can get a garage for the truck or not have to worry about it as
much.  Don't have much furniture; almost everything I kept is in storage
for the time being. Now that I have a job, I can look for something in this
general area.  My lease is up in two months, so I want to get shaking."  He
bent over to pull off his shorts and jock exposing his prime butt to Steve.
Steve's cock twitched as he prayed in his mind that Matt could get home
this weekend.  He needed to have Matt's body, casts and all back, in his
bed.  For just a brief second he thought about swiping Ken's sweaty jock.

It took all of Steve's willpower to control his dick in the communal
showers with Ken.  The man had the face, the body and a great personality
any woman would want.  The first time Ken turned around to face him in the
shower and he saw the big, uncut dick, Steve's dick started to stretch.  He
quickly showered and headed back to dress.

Ken joined him with his towel loosely draped around his waist.  "So, what
about you?  You heading over to see Matt?"

"Yeah, Sam's nephew Davey and his buddy Ron have Buddy, his son, over at
the hospital now.  I'm going over to meet them after you drop me off.
Then, we're all going out for dinner."

"It's nice how all your friends have chipped into help with Buddy.  Gives
you some time to finish work projects, do the gym, groceries, you know."
He pulled his jeans up over the thick quads and ample butt.  All Steve
could think about was burying his tongue in Matt's ass.

"Hey, you want to come along?  I know we're not your cup of tea but they're
a good group of guys and there are a couple of straight guys too."

Ken smiled as he pulled on a clean sweater.  "Where are you going?"

"A little neighbourhood place off of Route 30, we can use the back room
there since there are so many of us."

"Okay, give me directions and I'll meet you there after I take care of
Doober."

"Well, why don't you drop me at my place.  I'll take care of Sam. Then I
can drive over to meet you at your apartment and you can ride along to the
hospital to meet Matt.  But, I will understand if you want to avoid the
hospital, um, war wounds and all."

"No. No.  I'd like that."  They grabbed the rest of their gear and headed
for the parking lot.  *****

Sam and Joe opted for a home gym workout with Buzz joining them.  Sam was
intent on keeping his word to Officer John and put Buzz through an intense
workouts all week that always left the poor man gasping and wheezing.  He
stood in front of the mirror and flexed.  "Holy crap!  I can see the
difference in my body in only a couple of days with you guys.  John's gonna
shit himself when he sees me in a couple of weeks."  He stripped down to
his underwear and ran through several poses.  Sam and Joe stood behind him
admiring the view.  Buzz dropped his arms and looked at the two men in the
mirror.  He quietly turned around and dropped to his knees in front of Sam.
He reached out for each of their hands and kissed them.  "You men have been
so good to me, teaching me so much in only a couple of days to serve my
Master when he returns.  But you have yet to ask me to serve you the way I
should.  Please Sam, take me before we go to dinner tonight or promise me
that when we get home, you will. And please let Joe also use me.  Please
sirs."

Sam smiled down at Buzz's sweat drenched flushed face.  "I think we can
grab a quick couple of fucks before dinner." He lifted Buzz to his feet and
hugged all three of them together in his big arms.  "Do you want to go
upstairs to the bedroom or use the sling i......."

"Playroom sir, yes, please."  Buzz was up and out the door, stripped naked
and half into the sling before Sam could finish his sentence.  He looked
quietly at Joe and smiled.

"And you wanted to get a dog."  They walked into the playroom. Buzz had
recovered and dropped to his knees on the floor.  "Good boy."  Joe stifled
a giggle.  "Now Buzz, I want you to demonstrate on my boy Joey here how you
can pleasure a man's ass.  You ready?"

"Oh yessir, please sir, may I?"  Joe bent forward over a padded bench they
used for fucking and displayed his naked butt to Buzz.  Buzz's thick
Italian sausage was hard as a rock as he took his place behind Joe.

"Joe, buddy, I know you still might be a bit tender from the mess you went
through in Chicago but if I in any way hurt you, well, you give me a signal
and I will do my best to pleasure you."

"I'm pretty good Buzz.  Sam has to wait one more day to fuck me but your
tongue will feel damn good up my ass."

Buzz knelt, placed his hand on Joe's lifter butt and spread them apart.
There were still a few signs of bruising on Joe's backside which Buzz
tenderly kissed.  Sam watched him take a deep breath of Joe's male scent.
Buzz's eyes glazed over as he methodically ate away at Joe's hole.  Sam
looked at Joe's face.  His eyes were closed and his mouth open in ecstasy.
Deep guttural moans emanated from well, somewhere in his ass.  Sam couldn't
tell if they were sounds Joe was making or Buzz.  He stood in front of Joe
to watch the look of joy washing over his boy.

"How's Buzz doing Joe?"  Joe's eyes snapped open. He dropped forward on the
bench, pulling Sam's workouts shorts down with him.  He pulled Sam forward
and swallowed the semi-erect shaft.  Sam felt as if his dick was being
sucked through Joe into Buzz's mouth.  He let Joe suck him into a full
throbbing erection then pried Joe's mouth off of his dick.  "Okay, guys,
Buzz get your ass into the sling. Joe feed him your dick while I lube his
ass a bit." Buzz practically sprung into the sling.  His head was back and
down waiting for Joe's big cock.  Sam tested Buzz's eager hole with his
fingers.

"Still clean Buzz, good boy."  Buzz could only mumble his response with his
mouth filled with musclehunk dick.  Sam applied a bit of lube to the
trainee's wet drooling hole.  He positioned his cockhead at the pucker and
tested.  Buzz moaned.  Sam thrust forward and buried his cock in one
motion.  Buzz managed to find one of each of the man's big tits above him
and worked them as he got fucked from both ends.

Joe felt himself being pulled forward and had to grab the overhead supports
to keep from falling into Sam.  "Good grief, it's like one of those
pneumatic tubes has a grip on my dick.  Sam you better fill this kid up
quickly before he sucks my dick off at the roots."

"Well, since we still have to shower before dinner, I guess I'll pick up
the speed a bit."  He grabbed the overhead supports, pressed his mouth
against Joe's and began slamming his still growing cock deep into Buzz's
ass.  Buzz began to react and desperately sucked on Joe.  His moans of
desperation went up an octave as thick cords of cum flew from his cock to
splatter off Joe's tight abs and onto Buzz'z chest below. The spasms of
Buzz's ass grabbed Sam's cock and sucked a thick load deep into the
shuddering young man.  Sam broke off Joe's kiss.  "Damn, John's gonna have
to work hard to keep this ass filled."

Joe tried to straighten up.  "Where's the button to release the suction?
Buzz leggo my dick."  Buzz reluctantly let Joe's cock flop from his mouth.
The big tube looked like it had been in a vacuum pump.  "Wow.  How long
since you had sex?"

Buzz weakly mumbled.  "About a week.  Being around you two all the time
provides a lot of stimulation.  Knowing what I need to do and learn to
please John just makes me hornier.  And I promised I wouldn't jerk off."

Sam pulled him to his feet and out of the sling.  He pulled all three of
them together for another kiss.  "John's in for one great time with you.
Go get showered.  We need to be at the restaurant in 45 minutes.  Buzz
grabbed his gear and hurried out of the playroom.  They watched the beefy
football butt sexily walk away.  Joe hugged against Sam and sighed
contentedly.  "I don't know who's going to be more sore.  Buzz's ass from
John's fucking him or John's dick trying to throw a fuck into that hungry
hole."

Joe looked down at his swollen cock.  "Remember when I said I thought a
vacuum pump could be fun.  Forget it.  Just let Buzz swing on your dick for
a while."  Sam lovingly stroked Joe's cock.

"Is it broken?"

"Damn near."  *****

Steve walked into Matt's room with Ken tagging behind.  "Hey bud, how're
you feeling?"  He gave Matt a loving kiss and careful hug.

"Pretty good.  I'm eating regular food again, more or less, with this
hospital stuff.  And praise god, I can go home tomorrow."  He thought Steve
was going to cry.

"Oh man that's great news, I'll be here at 10, to check you out?"

"Yeah, that'll work.  Um."

"Oh, stupid me.  Matt, this is Ken.  The carpenter I hired. He worked out
with me and is going to dinner with all of us tonight."

Ken shook Matt's good hand.  "Nice to meet ya.  Steve's told me a lot about
you.  All good."

"Oh really, well it better be good."  Matt studied the handsome man and
glanced back up at Steve.  Steve was busy checking Matt's casts.  "I'm fine
nurse Racket, stop fussing.  If you're going to do this when I get home,
then I'm going to stay here."

Ken tilted his head.  "I thought that was Nurse Wratchet, or something like
that."

"You ain't never heard this man snore.  One huge racket." Matt looked
accusingly at Ken.  "You haven't heard him...."

"No, he hasn't.  You doing better on the crutches?"

"Oh yeah, like a well-honed athlete. Thinking of entering the Olympics."

"Well, we'll see." The three men chatted a few minutes before Steve and Ken
hit the road for the restaurant.  Dave and Ron were meeting them there with
Buddy.  Steve kissed Matt again.  "You get some rest.  I'll see ya at 10
tomorrow morning and we'll spring you from this joint."  Matt just laughed.

Ken shook his hand again.  "Nice meeting you.  If you guys need anything,
any help around the house tomorrow, just call me.  I'm going to hit the
head before we leave, meet you at the desk."

Matt pursed his lips and pointed a finger at Steve.  "What happened to the
old, fat, out of shape carpenter you were going to hire?"

"Matt!  He's straight, give me a break.  The man knows carpentry.  We work
well together as a team.  Ohhhhhhhhh, you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous but Steve, for heaven sakes, the man's like fucking hot.
And he ain't straight."

"NO, he isn't, look."  Matt threw back his sheet and gown to show Steve his
stiff, throbbing dripping cock.  "My dick doesn't lie, that man ain't
straight."

Steve licked his lips.  "Oh, so that thing is like your gaydar, yeah sure,
but mm-mm."

A few minutes later Steve jogged to the elevator and apologized to Ken for
taking a few extra minutes.  The elevator slid shut.

Ken looked down at the floor and snorted.  "Um, Steve, you might want to
wipe your mouth."

"Oh gawd."  *****

The backroom at The Point was filled with the gang of friends for dinner.
Big Mike the owner, hurried out the drink orders and appetizers.  Ken
relaxed and fit right in.  Bill even seemed to hit it off with everyone
despite Scott giving them the "sign" that he was straight.

Talk centered on Matt's pending release from the hospital and quick plans
were thrown together for a potluck at Steve's tomorrow night to welcome him
home.  Nothing elaborate, just the immediate world.  Big Mike promised to
come and provide beer and a couple of pizzas.  By the time the dinner
ended, it was out of control.  Ken teased Steve as they climbed back into
Steve truck and headed to Ken's.

"Do you think Matt will be able to handle all of this?  He seems eager to
get home but he also seems a bit tired."

"I hope so.  His friends love him and are really glad he is okay and coming
home.  If it wears him out too much well, I'll be sleeping on the sofa
alone with just my right hand.  Oops, sorry."

"That's okay, I think you guys should know that I, hey, hey, watch for that
deer!"

Steve swerved to miss the elegant animal.  "Damn, there are so many of them
out this way, like playing dodge deer.  That's all I would need to do is
wreck this puppy and neither of us have a vehicle."

They chatted about deer for the next few minutes until getting to Ken's.
He hopped out of the truck.  "See ya tomorrow, and thanks for including
me."  Steve watched Ken's beefy butt in the tight jeans head up the
sidewalk.

He pulled away from the curb.  "Man I need me some butt."  *****

Matt was feeling a bit tired but was beyond happy to be home and back in
his friends' arms.  The impromptu party they had planned the night before
seemed to be getting a bit out of hand.  By seven thirty, the house was
crowded and even Sam had retreated to a safe corner to avoid getting
stepped on despite the plentiful opportunities to mooch.  Steve had
included Doc Jeff and his partner Lee, Sam's brother Dave and their
parents, Gus and Tim, and a few people he didn't recognize.  Big Mike and
his partner organized the kitchen and dining room and everyone was soon
happily mingling.

Matt propped himself in a comfortable chair in the living room with Sam by
his side and held court.  The friends were happy to have Matt home and
recovering and Joe well on his way to being recovered.  He enjoyed the
outpouring of caring from everyone but couldn't help but get a bit horny
each time Steve wandered by to check on him.  The big man was wearing one
of his sexiest pairs of old worm jeans that hugged every muscle in his long
legs and round butt.  Hot men were everywhere.

Ron was in an opposite corner visiting with Scott, both in snug long sleeve
pullovers that did little to hide their upper body proportions.  He didn't
know the tall, thickly built black man to whom they were talking but
admired the Steeler's shirt stretched to the limits across the big pecs and
heavily muscled shoulders.  Sam, Joe, Bruce and Steve were their usual
understated sexy selves.  Big Gus was one big sexy man and his son, Tim,
was going to be a real head turner as he matured.  Buzz was everywhere
helping where he could in jeans and a snug `slutware' shirt.  Matt had to
keep shaking his head to clear his thoughts.

Steve brought him a fresh beer and plopped into the seat next to him.  Matt
took a long drink and set his beer on the table.

"So how you holding up?  Tired?"

"I'm not too bad but I do have one problem."  He moved the pillow he had
set in his lap, the same one that he had used to prop up his leg earlier.
His cock was pushing to get free in the cutoff jeans.  "Watching you walk
back and forth in those jeans, dammm.  Who's the guy talking to Scott and
Ron?"

"Oh that's Bill, works with Scott.  We're not sure of his story but he
didn't blink an eye to come even after Scott explained the diversity of the
crowd.  Nice guy."

"Nice chest."

"And that's Ken over there, you met him last night."

"Yeah, right, the fat, old out of shape carpenter you hired.  Double damn,
would you look at that ass.  You better be ready later tonight.  You are in
so much deep shit for hiring that hot son of a bitch." Matt looked at him
in disbelief.

"Ready for what?  For me to read select excerpts from the congressional
record to you?"

"What do you think?"  He fidgeted to get comfortable.  "Oh shit, I think my
deck just escaped from my cutoffs.  Hey, you invited Barrister Bob."

"Yeah, he's a good guy.  Been really helpful."

"So is the divorce about final?'

"Not too much longer but that's not why I invited him.  Buddy asked if he
could come live with us and I think that's a good idea.  Your ex doesn't
seem to show him all that much attention.  So, I thought we could corner
Bob and ask him what we need to do to be sure Buddy could move here
permanently."

"You'd do that for me?"

"Of course. And Sam.  Sam loves Buddy.  Won't even sleep with me anymore."

"Damn I love you, give me a kiss."

Bruce and Steve were making Joe strip off his shirt in the corner to show
how well his bruises were healing.  Steve hugged his slightly embarrassed
employee.  "I am so glad your improving.  I was scared shitless when we
walked into that apartment and found a trail of blood spots, and then you
face down on the bed.  My heart was in my mouth."

"Yeah.  I'm feeling pretty good.  I had a call from Al and he's sending me
a copy of the tape they confiscated from the one guy they caught.  These
assholes taped everything they did.  He said I may want to view it a little
bit at a time.  It'll either make me really ill or really horny."

Sam walked up behind him and squeezed his butt.  "We're not watching any
tape until after."

Bruce hugged Joe in support.  "After what?"

Sam smiled gleefully.  "Doc said we could resume maneuvers tomorrow."  He
kissed Joe behind the ear on his neck.  "And my dick is in need of what my
boy can give."

Joe leaned against him.  "Give nothing.  I'm taking me as much of that
biker daddy dick as I can.  It's been too long."

Bruce shrugged.  "Now there's a phrase I never heard about Sam's dick, `too
long."

Dave Jr. was chatting football with Gus and his son Tom in the hallway.
Tim was happy to find out he would know two guys before school started next
fall.  Dave offered to get them fresh drinks.  Tim smiled and looked down
at the floor."

"So, Dad, did Buzz tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"That I sorta like men over women?  I mean look around here, male couple,
male couple, male couple, two men who should be a couple.  You're trying to
tell me something aren't you?"

Gus squeezed his son's shoulder.  "Nope.  Well, maybe. Buzz never said a
word to me except about his own life.  I sorta got the idea from things you
did or said.  I want you to know I love Buzz with all my heart same as all
my boys.  Timmy, if you're gay, it ain't nothing to be ashamed of.  These
are damned fine men I've had the pleasure to get to know this last week.
Good men.  Better than a lot of the scum out there passing themselves off
as god's gift.  I only want what's best for you and for you to be happy.
You need to know you can come to me and talk about any problem that's
bothering you, well, with the exception of a couple.  Might have to send
you to Steve or Sam for some things.  You don't have to pretend to be
anything you aren't around me.  I may not understand all of it right away,
but I'll try.  Hell Buzz was trying to explain that he's found someone and
he's going to be his slave. I haven't figured all that out yet but the
kid's damn happy.  And I met the guy who's his partner, big man, a cop."

Tim's eyes flew open wide.  "Buzz is going to do the master-slave thing
with a cop.  You're teasing me to get a reaction."

"Nope.  The man's happy as a clam.  Love like I see in his eyes is nothing
to kid about. I was damned lucky with your mother.  I hope you find someone
in your life like one of these men.  I wanted you to meet Dave and Ron who
can share some of that too."

"What do you mean?"

"I think you need to talk with Ron."  Dave had come back with their drinks.

"What your Dad's saying is that Ron is gay.  I'm the token straight dude
here and feeling way out of place, well except for your Dad, and my Dad and
my grandparents.  Ron's become pretty open, talk with him."

Tim looked at the young man smiling back at him and up at his father's
face.  "He fell into his father's arms and cried."

"Thanks.  I love you Dad."

Bill sauntered over to the counter for another slice of pizza.  Ken was
helping himself to a big bowl of salad.  "So, Scott tells me that Steve
told him, do I have the names right, god I'm confused?  Anyway, you just
got back from Iraq a couple of months ago?"

Ken nodded his head and scarfed down a mouthful of salad.  "Yehnrigd.
Sorry.  My father died and I was at the end of my tour, so I got out a
couple of weeks early.  Was over there almost two and a half years all
totaled.  Iraq, Kuwait and some of the other areas for support."

"Me too.  Got home only two weeks ago.  Lucked out and Scott's company
needed an HVAC guy, so I landed a job.  Helps keep my head on straight."

"I hope you don't mind my asking, but I noticed you have a bit of a limp."

"Yeah, mangled my left leg pretty badly and some damage to my right but
didn't lose them.  Feel damn lucky, too many guys losing their lives to
this low class guerrilla's insurgent shit.  Ain't gonna be running anytime
soon but I hope to get back to it.  You come back okay?"

"Coupla bullet holes, missed anything important.  Saw too many of my
buddies killed though.  Still, ain't the hellhole, for me anyway, that `Nam
was for lots of guys."

"I'll drink to that.  But if things don't turn around soon, it could end up
being just as ugly a long-term mess.  You going back?"

"No way.  I'd cut my nuts off before going back.  Steve's given me a great
opportunity to do something I like and I need to focus on getting myself
back together.  Create a new life for myself.  You?"

"Hell fuck no.  I have my sights set on something else for my future."

Ken smiled and looked at the floor.  Bill thought he saw a tear drop.
"Here's to us and not having to go through that again" They clanked beer
bottles.  "I'm all for my country but, well, later.  I need some air.
Excuse me."

Bill watched the young man make his way through the group to the kitchen
door.  He stepped outside.  Bill took a deep breath.  "I hear ya brother."
He walked back over to where Doc Jeff was amusing several of the guys.
Scott slipped his arm around the man's shoulders and smiled.

Sam had been talking with his parents at the kitchen table and witnessed
the exchange between Ken and Bill.  His brother came over and sat down to
spend some quality family time.  He excused himself and slipped out the
kitchen door to the back porch.  Ken was leaning against a post drinking
his beer."

"Hey Sam."

"Aren't you cold?"

"Nah, compared to Iraq, this is heaven, besides it's always chilly where I
come from in northern PA."

"Yeah, Steve told me you weren't from the Pittsburgh area.  How're things
working out here for you?"

Ken got a big smile.  "Thanks to Steve, great.  I love working with him.  I
love carpentry and he does some really bitchin stuff.  He showed me all the
projects he has lined up, I'm feeling lucky."

"I'd say you are, besides the job.  I overheard about the war
wounds. Sorry.  I've lucked out in my life and never had to go to war.
Just a big school bum."

Ken laughed.  "Joe told me you're actually a PhD, that true?"

"Shhhh, don't tell anyone, ruins my image as a Daddy.  Can't be a tough
leather guy and have a doctorate ya know."

"Oh, I don't know, makes ya sexier."

"So, overall how was your experience in Iraq?"

"Frustrating.  On one hand, Saddam needed to go, but we didn't have a plan,
or much of one that I saw about that.  And then all these zealot nutbags
came swarming into the country.  The Iraqi people want to move on, but
these fuckups are taking over and well, you hear the news.  We worked so
hard and they are tearing the country apart.  And some of their beliefs are
completely, opposite of ours, the woman thing, the sex, thing, hating
gays."

"Yeah, it's a mess.  Your unit make it through okay?"

Ken swallowed hard and shook his head.  "No."  His voice was strained and
low.  "That's one of the hard parts about being around you guys.  You all
love each other and are so open and accepting, and ...."

"Snipers?"

"That and car bombs. Everywhere. Fucking car and truck bombs.  You headed
out every patrol saying your prayers.  You looked at the concern and fear
in your buddies eyes and..."

"Sorry Ken, we don't need to talk about this, it obviously upsets..."

"No, it's not just that.  I've held so much in and need to live my life.
To move on. I watched my....."

"Buddies?"

"My.....best....my....."

Ken fell into Sam's big arms and wept.  "It's all right son, you're home."

"But alone.  I watched this car bomb and my, the only man who meant...."

Sam held Ken tightly as his body convulsed in pain and tears.  "You're
among a group of men who will love you and help you anyway they can.  What
was his name son?"  "Dave.  We'd been together since enlisting.  Thought it
would make for a better life for ourselves, even though we knew we couldn't
be...everything we needed to be."  Ken collapsed to the ground on his
knees.  Sam held him tighter.

"I've got you son.  Let it go.  You were more than just army buddies?"


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