Date: Wed, 18 Oct 2006 18:28:19 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Startin Again Chapter 22

Starting Again Chapter 22			by lennoxbear@aol.com

Joe languished in the warmth of Sam's body pressed tightly against his.  A
big arm draped under his and wrapped around his waist.  The semi-hard cock
pressed between his butt cheeks.  The heat of Sam's breathing washed
against the back of his neck.  It was a sweet dream of quiet relaxing
solitude.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Reality.  The big monster behind him stirred.  The cock stiffened as if
trying to reclaim its warm nest before being yanked rudely away.  A hot
hand came up and cupped his right pec and squeezed.  Joe moaned.  "Come on
Joey, time to get up and hit the weights."

"I don't want to wake up."

"Neither do I but we have to get started on our Monday. Up, up, up, sleepy
head."

"Tell me why we're doing this again."

Sam stretched as he sat on the side of the bed.  His cock stuck up between
his thick thighs.  "Because, I have a grant meeting late this afternoon and
we won't make it to the gym until really late.  Or not at all.  So we
agreed to workout at home this morning and run later."

"I only agreed to that because you were fucking me with that telephone pole
at the time."

"Well, then let's try that again to get you moving."

Joe sprang out of bed and stood with his arm outstretched.  "Don't even
think about a morning fuck. My ass is still sore from last night." Sam
rolled across the bed and in one swift move was up with his arms wrapped
tightly around Joe.  Joe groaned heavily from the morning kiss.  Their hard
dicks pressed against each other.  "Good grief, I don't know which of your
hormones is out of balance but that thing is definitely bigger."

Sam swatted his partner's stiff cock.  "Not likely at my age.  I'm going to
start the coffee pot brewing."  He grabbed his workout shoes, socks and
shorts and padded into the kitchen.

"I'm going to pee, maybe, not easily now that you've given me a hardon.
Thank you very much."  Joe staggered to the bathroom and pulled on his
shoes while waiting for his dick to subside.  He clicked on the radio for
the five o'clock news.  The five AM news.  Oh well if he could endure being
double-dicked by two horny men, he could survive an early morning workout.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror. May the fuck option wasn't so
bad.

Sam poured water into the coffee pot tank and glanced down at his jutting
prick.  It really did seem to be bigger.  How the hell?  As coffee began to
drip he got dressed, grabbed two protein bars and headed to the downstairs
gym.  Joe clomped down the stairs and stretched.  He munched the bar as Sam
outlined what he thought they should do.  An hour later the two sweaty men
were into an intense rhythm and pumping like it was prime time.

Steve fumbled to find his running gear as Matt showered.  Matt was on for
the seven AM shift and had to get moving.  Steve's cock was still happy
from its warm fucking of Matt's beefy butt the night before.  It made its
presence obvious in Steve's running pants. At six in the morning, who the
hell would notice?

Ken worked at making breakfast for Bill.  He watched lights go in the house
across the yard and saw Steve warming up in the kitchen preparing to run.
That seemed like a good idea.  He grabbed his cell and quickly called
Steve.  Matt stood naked in the bedroom getting his clothes for the day.
Ken could see everything.  These guys needed to get drapes. Mmm, nice butt.
Bill came out of the bathroom and hugged Ken from behind.  He ate his
breakfast as Ken got dressed to run with Steve. Mmm, nice butt.  Damn, his
black snake stirred.  Now he'd be half hard all day.  He needed to get
moving to meet Scott at the car dealer's.  Scott needed to leave his beast
for service and Bill had offered him a ride.

Officer John buttoned his uniform shirt and quietly watched the sleeping
muscle pup still zonked out in bed.  He walked over and firmly shook the
round shoulder.  "Up and at `em Buzzie boy.  Don't you have an eight
o'clock appointment.  Buzz rolled over and mumbled into his pillow.  John
yanked the blanket and sheet from the naked body.  Damn, nice butt.  "Up
lazy head."

"My shoulder hurts."  John leaned in closer for a look at Buzz's new tattoo
on his right shoulder.  "Well, you wanted this, on a Sunday yet.  It's a
big design dude.  Your shoulder's going to be sore for a while.  Get up and
shower, gotta keep it clean."

"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?"  Buzz giggled as he rolled across the
bed away from John.  "Or are you going to grab a donut?"

"Ohhhhhhh, you're ass is in trouble big time at the gym tonight.  I had my
morning protein shake and there is one in the fridge for you."  Buzz made a
face.  "Hey I didn't make it using just milk, knowing, well knowing the
effect it has on you."  It was his turn to giggle.

"You're so supportive.  Be glad you won't be here."  John walked over
wrapped his arms around the shorter beef boy and kissed him hard.  "Love ya
pig.  I gotta go.  See you at the gym later."  Buzz looked solemnly at the
protein shake in the fridge.  He sighed and took a big gulp.  Hopefully,
his first appointment wouldn't notice the side effect.

Joe hit the shower at 7:30 as Sam poured coffee for both of them.  He was
about to scramble some eggs and nuke some turkey bacon when he remembered
he hadn't retrieved the morning paper.  He strolled out to the sidewalk
just as Steve and Ken jogged down the street.  They whistled at his tight
striped shorts.  He threw them the finger then quickly ran his hand over
his short hair as Mrs. Toomey came driving by.

"Good morning Mrs. Toomey, you're out early."

"Yes Sam, isn't it wonderful.  I got myself a job as a secretary at a
non-profit a couple of miles from here, not great money but it's a new life
for me."

"That's wonderful, glad you're moving on with your life."

"Yes, I'm thrilled.  I start at eight. Like to get there early.  Oh and my
son is coming in this weekend, along with his cousin and that nice
Mr. Thad.  That friend of yours."  Sam smiled and told her to have them
call him.  "Oh and Sam, those shorts keep no secrets.  No wonder those men
were whistling at you.  Ta."  She scattered loose asphalt as the big Crown
Vic sped away.

Sam laughed to himself as he entered the house.  Joe stood in his underwear
sipping coffee.  "Mrs. Toomey just complimented my shorts."

Joe glanced down at the obscene bulge.  "Yeah, shorts."

John waved at Steve and Ken as he headed down the hill to the police
station.  Buzz winced as the hot soapy water washed over his new tattoo. It
was going to be a long tough day at work with a sore arm.  Getting his
scrub shirt on was a bit of a challenge but he was finally dressed.  It
wasn't all that cold out.  He opted to toss his jacket on the passenger
seat and headed out to Oakland and work.  Bill honked and waved as he
doubled back from Ken's to get to the service center.

Matt munched a breakfast bar as he strolled through the store.  Tony was
already hard at work in the butcher shop and Bear was taking inventory in
the dairy aisle.  He carefully looked around and gave Matt a quick hug.

"We had a great weekend.  Sam and Joe have a lot of work ahead of
themselves with the cabin but it's going to be one helluva cool spot."

"Yeah, hopefully, we can all swing weekends and have some getaways.  Not
easy working in the store to get weekends, but we'll see.  How'd you and
Tony fair with his father?"

"After the fun we had, Tony is keeping his father at an arm's length.  No
sense inviting trouble, besides, he is more resolved than ever to lead his
own life."

"That is what being an adult is all about."  Matt's cell rang and he
stepped aside to get out of the way and to let Bear do his job.  "Yes, this
is Matt.  What?  Really?  Yes, I can be there by four but I may have to
come right from work.  Thank you.  See you then."

Joe was halfway to town when his cell rang with Sam's call.  "Hey buddy.  I
just had a call back from the guy who took care of the pool for the
previous owners.  He said he could drop by this afternoon and give us an
estimate.  Will you be home by 5:30?  Okay, I'll call him back and tell him
you'll be here.  And do you really think you can handle the yard work here,
just the two of us?  All right, just asking.  We'll do our best.  Love ya.
And if you need anything, I will be in my office at the university until at
least 6:30.  Later."

It was a fairly routine day for the group of friends.  Everyone had their
job to do, workouts to squeeze in, appointments to keep, and
responsibilities to meet.  In the eyes of their neighbours they certainly
didn't appear to be obsessed with sex the way all those other gay men were.
The ones they always heard about in the so-called news reports.  Truth be
told, their straight male neighbours were probably getting more head and
ass from pickups at the bars than these muscle and workout crazy men were.
Yes, a really dull routine.

Sam was busy rifling through paperwork in his office when the door opened
and a beaming Matt strolled in grinning from ear to ear.  The handsome man
had his usual five o'clock shadow.  The thick chest stretched the yellow
dress shirt and the snug black jeans did little to hide the legs, balls and
especially the butt.  Sam got up to greet his buddy.  "Hey, what brings you
to my crappy little office this afternoon?  I thought you were all finished
with classes?"

"I am. I got a call from Career Services that one of the recruiters with
whom I had interviewed wanted to speak with me.  I just accepted a job just
a few blocks from here."

Sam's smile grew twice as big with happiness for his friend.  "That is so
great Matt."

"I'm actually going to be doing software at the institute.  And for a
rather nice salary.  I just tried calling Steve but Ken said he was out
making a delivery.  Must not have his cell turned on, figures."

"So, now you have to give notice at the store?"

Matt stood with his arms folded across his chest, making his thick forearms
look even thicker.  The wide stance of his legs emphasized the thick legs.
"Yeah, sorta sad to do that but I can't pass up on this opportunity.  It
will mean a lot to me and my boy, not to mention Steve."

"We should celebrate."

"Super, but I need to meet Steve at the gym."

"Hmmm, Joe and I are running and doing cardio when I get home tonight,
gotta work late.  We did the home gym this morning."  Sam caught Matt's
upturned eyebrow. "Fuck you, we actually worked out.  It didn't end up us
having sex on the bench like well, it often does."

"Well, why don't we plan something for the weekend when we all have more
time?"

"That sounds like a good idea.  Since we can't get to the cabin this
weekend, we can relax."

"What's keeping you here late today?"

"Well, we landed two big research grants.  And since I did the writing, I
have to work on the implementation plan.  Paperwork leads to more
paperwork. I don't mind though cause it adds to my share of the percentage.
Makes paying for the cabin all that much easier."

Matt glanced at the office door to make sure it was closed, then walked
over and wrapped his arms around Sam, pulling him to him in a long deep
kiss.  Sam blinked.

"And don't think for a minute I don't know who gave me such a glowing
reference to get this job. I am very grateful Sam.  Not sure how I can
repay you. I have an idea how I'd like to you know?"

Sam laughed and held his friend tightly.  "As much as that would relax me,
maybe too much, your thank you is sufficient.  You and Steve mean a lot to
Joe and me so I am more than happy to see your success.  I know Steve's
business is booming from everything Ken told me.  He may need to look for
another man to help.  His success and yours make me proud to know you."

"Thanks, but my offer for a blow job stands good anytime.  However, I need
to get my ass home, grab my gym bag and meet Steve.  Sorry you'll miss the
gym."

"Oh well, it looks like a busy week for everyone so we'll catch up Friday
for sure."  He waved as Matt closed the door behind him.  His half hard
cock continued to stiffen even after Matt had left.  He fumbled to keep it
from getting too uncomfortable in his snug jeans as the phone rang.  "Hey
Tank, how ya doing buddy?"

Joe made it home in record time.  He quickly changed clothes to do some
yard work while the warm April sun was still shining.  It was a bit too
early to do more than basic lawn maintenance but he was determined to give
Sam a perfect yard.  He was working on his list of garden purchases when
the navy Ford pickup pulled into the driveway.  He was busy fighting with a
branch that had broken off a maple tree and gotten lodged against the front
corner of the house when the man came up from behind and spoke.

"Mr. Chambers?  I'm Swede from the pool maintenance company."

Joe gave the branch one more tug breaking it free. He turned around to
stare into the man's chest.  "Sam's at work, I'm Joe.  Holy shit!  How tall
are you?"

The big man laughed.  "Hi Joe.  I'm 6'7".  I get that all the time and a
lot of questions about the weather up here. Nice to meet you."  Joe stared
at the massive young man standing in front of him.  Even through the
long-sleeved work shirt and heavy jeans, there was one helluva a lot of
muscle.  Topped off by a big blond smiling face.

"Well, you know where the pool is.  Let me get this branch out of the way
and I'll be right back."

"Let me help you.  Where you taking it?"

"Um, over there so I can cut it up and use it for firewood."  The big man
lifted nearly the entire big branch and carted it off to the backside of
the yard.  "Thanks."  Joe felt lust heating up in his balls as the man's
ass and quads flexed through the worn denim.

They walked to the back of the house and into the pool area.  Swede knew
exactly what to do to uncover the pool, where all the supplies and
equipment were stored and quickly set about his task to assess the
condition of the pool.  "You guys want me to include a price on maintaining
the hot tub too?"

"Yeah, that sounds good.  I guess pool weather is still a good month away
but it can't hurt to have a game plan."

Swede turned to face Joe.  The work shirt had come open to reveal a tight
underarmour shirt over big plump pecs.  "I try to lock in preferred
customers early in the season and since I've maintained this property
before that puts you on the list."  He smiled as he watched Joe stare at
his chest.  "High on the list."

Joe flushed with embarrassment and reddened deeper when his cock stirred in
his jeans.  "You make a good living doing this?"

Swede continued to work on his checklist and talk.  "You'd be surprised how
many indoor pools there are around here.  And how many like hotels need
someone to service things over winter when they break down.  I make a very
nice income.  Keeps me happy.  I have two people who work for me year
round."

"Wow, but you don't look much older than me."

"I'm twenty-four.  Started this when I was in college and it took off.  You
give people good service and keep them happy, you make a good living."
Swede could tell from the look on Joe's face he was thinking more.  "It
doesn't hurt to look like a bodybuilder either, and being outdoors, well, I
get to be half naked."  Joe knew from his remarks and facial expressions
that he was being tested.  Swede just smiled.  The smile turned to a frown.
"Damn, I knew I should have dropped by when I saw the For Sale sign come
down.  The old owners were nice guys but didn't do quite the right
maintenance on everything when they sold this place.  Dizzy queens."

Joe looked at the extensive checklist and copious notes on the man's
clipboard.  "Well, what do we need to do?  Neither of us knows anything
much about a pool and we want things to be done right.  Our hope is to have
friends over a lot this summer."

"Well, I'll come up with a list of what this needs and drop off a price,
oh, by Wednesday.  If you want, and accept the contract, I can have the hot
tub back to normal by the weekend.  Supposed to be pretty nice weather."

"Great.  We're both usually at the gym right after work but you can just
leave it in the door slot, or call us."

"Yeah, I could tell you workout.  Pretty dedicated I'd say.  Me too.  Well,
I also swim a lot."  Swede laughed at his own joke.  Joe felt himself being
charmed by the big young man and perfect friendly smile.  "I won't keep
you.  I have what I need.  Here's a new card with an additional call number
and email address.  I'm sure I can make you happy...with my work."

Joe's nuts reacted.  "Thanks Swede.  Appreciate your stopping by."  He
watched the big beefy butt in the tight denim walk toward the truck and
climb in.  He mumbled under his breath, holy fuck.

Sam got home about 45 minutes later.  The house was warmly lit. Dinner was
in the oven.  He walked into the bedroom and found Joe kneeling in front of
the door, ass up waiting for him.  "Oh, well, hi there.  To what do I owe
this pleasure?"  He slipped a finger into the clean lubed hole.

"Swede.  Pool man. Extraordinarily hot.  Get your dick out Dad and fuck
your boy."

"Let me get undressed."  Joe shook his head no.  He reached back, undid
Sam's belt and jean snap then pulled out the fat cock.  It went hard almost
instantly from the hot stroking hand.  "I guess someone needs to get off
badly."

"You guessed right sir."  Sam slid his cock into his boy's ass.  Joe
grunted as the big dick hit its mark. Sam slowly fucked in and out while
removing his shirt.  He leaned forward and braced his arms on either side
of Joe as he plunged ahead harder.  Joe bucked up to meet him.  The younger
bottom boy grunted at each hit on his ass.

"This guy must be something to get you this hot, your hole is on fire."

"He's like a 24 year-old Tank. Huge, heavily muscled and one handsome
fucking good looking man.  Oh yeah daddy, fuck me.  I've had impure
thoughts.  Fuck them out of me."

Sam picked up his pace.  "Not sure I want to do that, they seem to provide
incentive."  He pulled back and brought Joe with him.  His big, callused
hand reached around to stroke the throbbing swollen cock.  "Damn, he must
be something."  Joe whimpered.  The two men fucked on their knees for
several minutes until Sam pulled out and motioned toward the bed.  He
kicked off his shoes and let his jeans fall as Joe flopped onto his back
and raised his legs.  He looked at Sam's burgeoning cock.

"I'm telling you that thing is bi,,,,,oh fuck YEAH. Ungh!  Oh Daddy!  Fuck
me hard sir, oh fuck, it's swelling up more.  Ohohohohoh,
ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."  Sam pushed the beefy legs back and slammed home.  His
cock was bigger and spreading Joe's hungry ass wider than ever.  Joe's
breathing was sharp and shallow as he pounded his arms off the bed.  "Damn
Sam, sir, Dad, you're hitting just the right spot...not...sure I...oh god,
can hold on...."

"Don't."  Joe's ass clenched around Sam's thick cock.  Sam's load slammed
deep into his boy's hot butt. He wrapped his arms tightly around Joe and
drove it in deeper.  Joe's cock exploded spreading hot man goo between
them.  Joe shook his head from side to side; his arms limp across the bed.
"You okay?" Joe quietly answered yes.  Sam held the position as they
exchanged spit with deep kisses. His cock slowly shrunk enough to plop out.
Joe could only mutter guttural response as his cock convulsed a few more
rounds of cum.

"Oh man that was hot.  I don't think you ever fucked me that deeply."  He
relaxed his legs and sat up on one arm.  He reached over and gently lifted
the monster meat hanging between Sam's thighs.  Sam's body shuddered as his
cock began to grow again.  "Oh no, I need to go check on dinner."  He
slipped away from Sam and headed for the kitchen.  Sam followed shortly in
just his athletic socks.

"I think I need to call the doc and make an appointment about my growing
manhood.  I mean at my age, to have a growth spurt is just plain weird."

"Well, don't take my babbling as complaining. I'll adjust and make
sacrifices.  Damn, you're fully erect again."

Sam looked down at his cock and slapped it with his hand.  "It's possessed
and it wants to possess your ass."  Joe thought for a second and smiled.

"Well, I suppose there are worse things in life.  You could call a priest
for an exorcism but they would just want to sit on it."

"So the pool guy was that hot eh?  You think he's gay?"

Joe turned down the temperature on the oven.  "Don't know.  He referred to
the previous owners as dizzy queens."

"We refer to people as dizzy queens.  Doesn't mean anything."  Sam poured
both of them a glass of wine.  "Guess we just wait to see his estimate and
whether or not he shows up the first warm day in speedos."  Joe tilted his
head to think about Swede in a tiny dicktog.  "Forget I said that.  When I
walked in and was greeted by your happy hole I thought you were
congratulating me for work today."  Joe jerked his shoulders.  "We got
those two big grants and I get a percentage on bringing them to fruition.
It will pay for the cabin and all the work I think."

Joe sidestepped the still stiff prick and kissed Sam.  "Wow, that's
terrific, you are damn good.  I hope they appreciate you.  I do.  Hey I
have just enough time to shower, want to join me?"

Sam was about to agree when the phone rang.  "No, I better get that, go
ahead."  He walked into the privacy of the office and took the call.  "Hey
Bruce.  Oh okay, yeah, I'll check the email in a bit but I am sure the
fixtures will be fine.  Right, next weekend. We're going up to work with
Tank and his crew.  Oh, well, I'll pull up directions for you from
Philadelphia and you can join us at the cabin.  Come prepared to stay over
at Tank's.  Yeah, the contractor, big woofy man.  You'll like him.  Oh very
generous.  Hmm, reminds me I need to make a call.  All right, later."  Sam
headed for the bathroom and studied Joe through the hot spray.  His cock
responded accordingly.

"That was Bruce.  He's emailing me pictures and costs for kitchen and
bathroom fixtures and says his contact can have everything delivered next
week.  That'll keep us really busy next weekend if Tank and his guys have
those two rooms ready for work.  Steve and he will be driving up next
weekend too.  Oh and I forgot to tell you when you distracted me with your
ass.  Matt got a job offer today and accepted.  He starts at the institute
in two weeks.

Joe turned off the shower and grabbed a towel.  "Man, that's terrific.  I'm
sure he'll miss some of the store staff but having a job like this, if it's
the one you told me about, will make him really happy.  You have 10 minutes
and dinner will be ready.  Maybe you should put that thing on ice."

Sam squeezed his dick in his hand.  "I hope it goes soft soon, this is
fucking weird.  And Matt wants to have everyone over this weekend to
celebrate his job."

"Works for me.

Over the course of the evening, Sam and Joe chose fixtures for the cabin
and chatted with all their buds.  Everyone was lining up to help with the
cabin construction the weekend after next.  It looked to be a pretty boring
week for everyone. The usual work and workout routines as they all
struggled to move from winter to spring. And the yard work that came with
it.  Steve and Matt's dinner was high on everyone's list of expectations.
Joe stumbled off to bed, the ass fucking having worn him out.  Sam finished
reading the paper and checking email.  His cock was finally soft but
bloated and his balls almost ached again for relief.  He got comfortable on
the couch in the office and dialed a familiar number.  "Hey Dad, I hope
it's not too late. You weren't in bed?  Good.  Hey, I have this strange
question to ask you."  *****

The week passed pretty much as normal, lots of boring work, lots of heavy
lifting and plenty of assfucking among partners.  Thursday evening, Sam was
having dinner with university bigwigs to celebrate the grants so Joe was
going to workout at home and skip going to the gym.  He was about half way
through his workout when the doorbell rang.  He could see the large shadow
through the glass and knew it had to be Swede.  The door swung open and the
young man filled the frame.

"Hi Joe, I wanted to drop off the checklist of things that I recommend you
do to the pool and hot tub and go over any questions you have on cost."

"Sure, come on in.  I'm downstairs working out so let's go there.  He
glanced at the paper as he sat on a bench.  Swede looked around the
well-equipped gym space.

"Wow, this is great, you guys have a lot of super stuff here.  You don't
need to go to the gym for everything.  Except maybe legs, that looks a
little light, well, for me anyway."  Joe looked over the snug jeans and
wondered just what those thick legs looked like in shorts, or less.  His
cock began to stir again in his shorts.  Damn.  "I don't recall the other
guys having any of this, oh wow a sauna and steam too.  Fuck, the bathroom
is bigger than my kitchen.  This is terrific."

"Yeah, we both like to workout.  You do have to meet Sam soon.  These
numbers look great and we sorta figured all this would need to be done.
I'll talk it over when Sam gets home and we can call you but it shouldn't
be a problem.  I'm anxious for warm weather now."

"So am I.  Hey, can I try this chest machine, it looks interesting."  Joe
nodded and Swede stripped off his sweatshirt.  Joe caught his breath at the
sight of Swede's perfect body."

"Uh, don't take this the wrong way, but do you have any bodyfat?  You're
fucking awesome.  Sorry, a gay man shouldn't be saying that to someone he
is about to hire."

Swede laughed. "I'm at about 5% bodyfat, that's more than I like but it's
what happens with inactivity in winter.  I like keeping active."  Joe
watched the pecs swell as he moved through the motion of the machine.
"This feels great.  Wish my gym had one of these.  You get a good pump
without killing your joints.  Awesome."

Joe got up and pointed at two controls.  "You can control the angle here to
hit the whole tit. Uh, pec. Really pumps in the blood."  Swede changed an
angle, did a few reps and smiled.

"Oh that feels really good."  His hand came up around Joe's calf.  "So is
that a calf machine. You get these with that?"

"Well, I do heavy leg work all the time.  Sam insists.  He likes to see
them thick and up in the, oh, sorry.  You want to try?"  Swede's eyes got
big as he tried the calf machine.

"Phenomenal.  I'd be in heaven using this stuff.  Can I do a couple of
sets?"

"Sure knock yourself out.  Would you mind spotting me on the last of my
benching, then I can go heavier?"

"You bet."  Joe pumped out three more heavy sets on the bench with Swede
working in a couple of sets.  The big man had stripped to his underwear to
do the calf sets.  Sam would definitely appreciate the legs.  Joe showed
him a few more machines and finished his workout with Swede's help.  "Joe,
I can't thank you enough, that was a nice little workout.  I hope you guys
keep us on, cause I like working for people who have the same mindset as I
do.  Hey, I apologize for taking up so much of your time, I appreciate this
but I better go.  Call me if you have any questions."  Twenty minutes later
Sam came home to find Joe on his back in bed with his legs in the air.

"Again?"  *****

Joe stood in line Friday morning at what he called the lesbian bagel
bakery.  The women working there had quickly figured out his story when he
became a customer and often exchanged little inside jokes and political
barbs with him.  It was his turn to pick up bagels for the office staff.
He got the usual assortment and was checking out the cooler for something
with less carbs when he walked smack into a man getting in line for coffee.
The beefy man was dressed in business casual with a tight pink pullover and
khaki pants.  Joe quickly took in the thick buff body and perky nips
through the pullover material.

"Sorry, I wasn't watching."

"Nope, my fault, this place is really busy.  Uh, excuse me, but do you live
on Pennline?"

"Uh, yeah."

"I live on Church, I thought I recognized you.  You run with that big guy,
well, a couple of big guys once in a while."

"Right, I'm Joe."  The two men shook hands and Joe admired the thick arm as
it pumped.

"Spence.  Hey, I saw the pickup at your place for Swede's Pool Service.  I
was out walking the dog.  I have a pool and need to find a new maintenance
crew.  They any good?"

"Don't know.  We're just going to hire them this year.  Came highly
recommended, and had references.  Call him.  Nice guy.  And his prices were
reasonable.  He took care of things for the previous owners so I don't know
if he is giving us a break."

"Well, that's better than a couple of other places I called.  I'll give him
a try.  Large coffee, room for cream please.  And by the way, the yard is
looking good.  You've been busy.  Who's the guy helping you, you hire
someone?"

"Um, no, that's a friend Buzz.  We're helping each other with the heavy
stuff in each other's yards.  We'd like to find someone to mow, you know
anyone?  We bought a cabin a couple of hours away and figured with the work
we need to do there it would help to have someone at least do the basic
lawn stuff for us."

"I do have a really good guy but he's getting booked quickly.  Vince.
Can't remember his last name.  Hey, I'll drop the name and number off over
the weekend.  Keep the change.  Hey, I gotta get to the office.  You aren't
eating all of those yourself are you?  It'll go straight to the abs.  Hey,
nice meeting you Joe.  Thanks for the tip on Swede."  Joe watched the beefy
butt walk out the door. Damn, where was Sam when he needed him?

Joe slowly drove down Church Friday afternoon on his way home from work so
he could look for a house with a pool.  Bingo.  It was a warm April day and
there was Spence and another beefy man both shirtless doing yard work.  He
honked and waved as he drove by.  Damn, two men.  Wonder if the other guy
is Vince?  He had forgotten to throw his gym bag in the car that morning
and had to swing by the house to get it.  Sam would be pumping impatiently
at the gym.  As he pulled back out onto his street, a set of bouncing pecs
came toward him.  Spence certainly wasn't shy about showing it off.  He
lowered the window and smiled.

"I wanted to give you Vince's number.  I talked to him this afternoon and
he said he only had a few slots left to sign new customers.  He does all
kinds of lawn maintenance so he fills his dance card very quickly."

"Yeah, we should have thought about this sooner but we've been a bit busy
with all the stuff around this house and the cabin."

"Where's the cabin?"

"Oh about two, two and a half hours from here going east."

"Too bad, you may have been able to get him to do that also."

"Well, I see you out there working yourself."

"I like to do that stuff but I travel a lot for work and don't want to miss
keeping up with the neighbours, you know how that is.  Only bought the
place not even two years ago, so still have plenty to do."

"Yeah, houses can keep you and your wife really busy."

"No, I'm going through a divorce.  Wife got the other house, then remarried
so I needed a place.  I feel lucky to get away with my balls.  My brother
is here helping me do prep to put in some retaining walls.  That's his
business if you need any walls built.  Hey, I bet you're heading to the
gym, won't hold you up.  I need to get home and showered myself.  Having
dinner with friends.  And my brother will have sucked down all the
beer. Give Vince a call, don't wait.  Later Joe."  The beefy butt in sweat
soaked shorts turned and jogged away, oh fuck.

"Thanks."  Joe drove past as Spence waved.  Damn, maybe Sam will want to
cut the workout short.  Joe was possessed in his workout and surprised
himself and Sam.  Since everyone was getting together for dinner the next
night, they passed on doing the group Friday night dinner.  Joe mentioned
Spence to his friends and everyone said that they had seen him, but no one
actually knew him.  A muscular mystery man.  Sam was about to strip to
shower when Joe stopped him.  "Nope, we need to get home to take care of
certain, um, plumbing issues.  No time to shower."

"Why?  What plumbing, oh."

Joe was practically naked when he got out of the car in the garage.  They
left a trail of clothes and shoes from the garage to the bedroom.  Joe
quickly hit the bathroom and returned to find Sam, growing flagpole stiff
and ready in bed.  He lunged at the drooling meat and swallowed the bulbous
head.

"I don't know what caused this growth spurt but I'm ready to take on all
research to get to the base of it."

Sam fell back across the bed.  "I should deny you fuck privileges for puns
like that."

It was almost nine o'clock when they walked into the grill for dinner.
Will looked at them suspiciously noticed the bulging baskets and rolled his
eyes.  "Oh to be young and in love."  *****

Matt had wanted to do dinner for his friends as a celebration of his new
job.  It quickly turned around on him as his friends took over the party
planning and food.  Steve and Matt spent Saturday morning cleaning the
house and vacuuming the tufts of dog fur that overtook the house each week.
Sam the Shepherd was busy hiding from the vacuum.  They were about to head
out on a beverage run when Ken and Bill arrived with a truckload of drinks.

Ken was pushing the season by wearing shorts but Bill wasn't complaining
since they showed off his cut calves and round come-fuck-me butt.  Ken
loaded the fridge in the family room, set up a bar in the pantry, and iced
down a case of beer.  "See.  All set.  No need to worry about booze and
drinks.  Oh, and Steve, Tony and Bear will be over about four to start the
food.  They got it covered with Sam and Joe."

Matt sat at a kitchen counter and sipped his coffee.  "I guess we need to
run out and do dessert and that will be it."

Ken stood up quickly.  The moved cause his round thick pecs to flex.
"Nope.  Bruce and Steve are in charge of dessert, John and Buzz are doing
snack stuff, and I think Gus and Dave are on clean up.  You're supposed to
be celebrating your new job, not waiting on us."

"But throwing a party was my idea of celebrating."

Bill stood behind Ken and squeezed the hard mantits.  "Gee, that leaves you
with only one thing to do and that would, be to, oh say, go fuck yourselves
silly?"  He grabbed Ken's hand.  "Come on pig, we have some play time to
make up ourselves."  The two men bounced out the door and across the yard
to Ken's apartment.  Steve eyed Matt and raised his eyebrows.

"Soooooooo, everything is covered, the house is clean, Sam's shedding new
fur, the foodies don't arrive for a couple of hours, that leaves us with
time to get nasty." Matt put his coffee cup in the dishwasher and walked up
the stairs to the bedroom.  He pulled off his T-shirt and stood in front of
Steve.

"Damn, you're looking good, hard, cut, furry, gees I love you."  He placed
his hand on the side of Matt's neck and pulled their lips together.  "I am
one lucky fucker to have met you.  All this and pretty damned smart too.
Mmmmm."  He bit at the side of Matt's strong neck and let his hands run
down to the full round muscle butt.  "Since we're celebrating, you should
fuck me."

Matt pushed back.  "OH no, I'm on to you buddy boy.  I fuck you then you
get all snuggly and I don't get my itch scratched.  Uh-uh, I'm in control
and I get fucked."  He grabbed the waist band of Steve's worn jeans, undid
the buttons in one swift move and pushed them down over the tight runner's
butt.  The big cock flopped free and into Matt's hot hand.  "This puppy is
mine.  Suffer sucker."  He bit and pinched both nips on the way down to his
knees to suck the long tool into a drooling rock hard erection.

Steve looked down at the handsome chiseled face with heavy five o'clock
shadow sucking forcefully on his fuckpole.  The biceps popped as Matt
reached up to alternate pinching nips and massaging hot flesh.  He could
see the round mounds of ass even from this angle.  This was a man's ass.
Matt slowly got up when he was happy with his work.  He squeezed the big
man's pecs as Steve helped him out of his jeans.

Matt dropped onto his back in the middle of the bed and pulled his legs up
to spread his ass wide.  "Fuck me."  Steve drove his tongue deep into the
hungry pucker until Matt groaned.  He felt a jar of lube being slipped into
his hand and an urgent Matt hoarsely whispered.  "Fuck me now, dammit,
hard."  Steve fingered a couple of gobs of grease into the hole then slid
forward between the upturned legs.  Matt threw his arms over his legs and
doubled over giving Steve an angle to get the pole as deeply into his ass
as possible.  It hit home is one motion as the beefy man shuddered and
whined.  "Gol'dang.  FUCK ME."  The two men fucked in every conceivable
position on the big bed.  They heard voices downstairs in the kitchen and
recognized Tony and Bear.

Steve glanced at the clock.  "Holy fuck, we been doing this for two hours
and still haven't got off."  They looked at each other and giggled.
"Shower."

Matt stumbled to his feet on wobbly legs.  He yelled down the stairs.  "Hey
guys, make yourselves at home.  We still need to shower and will be down in
a bit."

Bear's big voice echoed in the stairwell.  "Is that a metaphor or
euphemism?"

Steve had the showered running and hot. He pulled Matt in and dropped to
his knees to get a load of man spunk.

"OH no, you're finishing what you started." Matt turned around, braced his
arms on the shower wall and bent forward to expose his hole again.  Steve
slammed back in and a few minutes later brought them both off in a not
exactly quiet climax.  A little while later, showered and dressed in clean
jeans and Ts, the two men walked into the kitchen.  Bear and Tony
applauded.  Tony was busy cutting up veggies for a tray.

"Damn guys, that fuck rattled my fillings."

Steve was about to remark when he looked down at Tony's crotch. "Is that
all you?  Damn."

Bear smiled and sighed.  "Yeah damn.  But really dudes that was hot even
from down here."

Matt checked the pots on the stove.  "Mmmm, smells good.  Steve was just
giving me my congratulatory fuck for the new job."  Steve blushed.

Bear wrapped a tray of meat for grilling and slid it into the fridge.
"Well, if I ever change jobs, you can give me a congratulatory fuck."

Tony turned and shot him a look. "Hey, what am I here for?"

Bear studied both men.  "Could I get you both to fuck me at the same time?"

Matt loaded more stuff into the dishwasher.  "Whoa, you're a better braver
man than I am."

The party turned out to be quite a success.  Bear had started grilling ribs
and chicken a half hour before people started arriving so food was served
only 30 minutes after the last guest arrived.  The house was overflowing
with people and the dogs were in mooching heaven.  And obvious point of
discussion was again Spence.  Joe was the only one who had actually met
him.  John commented that he often saw him working around the house or
running but never saw anyone else around except occasionally for the other
beefy man.  They all figured that he had to be Spence's brother.

Sam nibbled on another chicken breast in the kitchen with Gus and Dave.  "I
think these guys are jumping to conclusions.  Just because no one sees a
woman around the house doesn't mean he's gay.  Right guys?  They could say
the same thing about you two."  Gus and Dave looked at each other.

Dave took a long slug of his beer.  "Hey I at least have a woman friend
with whom I go out occasionally."

Gus sighed.  "Oh good grief.  I really need to get out more.  I hang out
with a bunch of gay men, live in a big old house with a gay teenager, work
out with a bunch of gay musclefreaks, gave my son away in a gay ceremony to
another man, oh gees.  If I were a republican, I'd probably accuse myself
of sending inappropriate email to underage men.  I gotta get me some female
companionship."

Joe smiled innocently.  "I know some wonderful women at the bakery."

Sam smirked.  "They're lesbians Gus, don't listen to him."

The night progressed into total silliness even though no one was drinking
to any extreme.  Bruce and Steve shot everyone into a further sugar rush
with an array of desserts.  Still no one wanted coffee to kill their good
time.  Brian and Lee Toomey had lucked out by visiting on the right weekend
for the party and Thad's presence had Sam exchanging good `ol time stories
about San Francisco.  The teenager's were subject of a great deal of
lopsided humour over their impending graduation and fall departure for
college.

Gus wasted no time in pretending he would suffer the grief to be left alone
when Tim left for school and then switched to a total deadpan face to ask
if he was packed yet.

Doc Jeff pulled Sam aside to quietly discuss his strange but awesome
growth.  "Sam, nothing explains it.  The blood tests showing nothing
abnormal other than maybe a bit of an elevated testosterone level.  No
other chemicals, no preservatives, no additives.  You're boring.  Other
than your dick and balls grew."

"I don't get it.  I've changed nothing in my life.  Why now when I'm
heading toward 50?  It's spooky."

"How's Joe with this?"

"He thinks he's that woman in Young Frankenstein, always singing."

"So, there's no problem with him taking it?"

"Hell no, we're fucking two or three times a day.  He's happy as a clam."

"I fail to see the problem here."

Sam sighed.  "So I just walk around in the meantime with two oranges for
balls. What happens if it continues to grow?"

"I'll get you the number for Guinness.  Look, we just watch and see what
happens."

"Okayyyyy, I'll keep an eye on it."

"No, I meant I'll watch and see what happens, like when you two are
fucking, I get to watch and...."

"Oh you are a perverted SOB."  Sam nudged him and laughed.  The doc's
partner just happened to walk by.

"See, I told you sooner or later they'd figure you out."

Everyone was happily fed and mellow when Ken sauntered over with a card for
Matt.  He opened the card to find a $500.00 gift card toward a new work
wardrobe.  Matt was elated and promised to spend it wisely.  Sam reminded
him that he could still dress somewhat casually in his new job and everyone
would surely look forward to his snug jeans collection.

"So you're telling me people just want to see my butt?"

Sam tossed his hands in the air.  "Matt, have you not been listening?  For
months we've been telling you that you have one sexy ass.  Doesn't he?
Let's have a show of hands from everyone who thinks Matt has like the
ultimate sexy butt."  Everyone's hand went up except Gus.

He rolled his eyes and dropped his head.  "Okay, okay, I agree.  Matt has a
sexy ass.  Damn, it's like one more gay nail in my coffin.  I have to find
me a woman. Soon."

Officer John and Buzz were the first to leave.  John had scheduled himself
to work the graveyard shift so he could take a long weekend upcoming.
Dave, Dave Jr. and Ron were next.  Followed by Gus and Tim.  Steve quietly
asked Scott if he was meeting Ron later.

"No, we're trying to start the weaning process.  I mean, look, admit it,
he's going to be a freshman in college and I'm a gay black man in my 30's.
He deserves to find true love in the real world."

"It's not true love between you two?"

Scott chuckled and thanked Steve.  "Oh it's love.  We love each other a
great deal but not as partners.  We both need to find someone with whom we
can share our lives." He shrugged his thick shoulders.  "I just think he'll
have an easier chance of it than I will."

"One never knows when opportunity will knock.  Here, I was taking this beer
to Brian over there."  Scott smiled at the obvious game, took the beer and
walked over to Brian.

Bruce and Steve made their way to Sam to say goodnight.  "So we'll see you
at the cabin, next Friday.  We're away on business most of next week.  I
spoke with Tank and the kitchen and bath stuff is being delivered Thursday
morning.  If you guys leave here Thursday morning, then maybe some of it
can be installed next weekend.  Have a good week, don't work too hard."

"Thanks for bringing the desserts."  Matt followed them to their car to
thank them for contributing to his gift.  They handed him yet another
$500.00 card.  Matt looked shocked.

Steve hugged him and slapped his butt.  "It's toward a suit at that
exclusive place downtown.  You have to get the right kind of suit fit for
that butt.  Oy, that butt."

Bruce pushed him toward the car.  "Come along butt boy.  We have an hour's
drive to get home.  See you next weekend Matt."

Matt wandered back inside and showed the card to Sam.  Sam smiled.  "We
have a pretty good group of friends here."

Tony and Bear spent the night with Steve and Matt. Brian invited Scott back
to stay with him at his mother's assuring him she would be fine with it.
Lee and Thad took off for Thad's hotel room.  The rest slowly departed.
Sam and Joe helped Steve clean up the last few things and took off for
their own house.  Joe made Sam drive past their street to circle around and
drive past Spence's house.  A single car sat in the driveway.

"Look, that's not Spence's car."

"How do you know that?"

"Cause the only car I've ever seen there is that gold Accord, that's a
Fusion."

"So he has company, so what?"

"Man or woman?"

"Oh good grief."  *****

It had been a long busy week overloaded with work.  Tank relaxed in the
warmth of the hot tub with Andy under one arm and Header busily bobbing for
cockhead.  He laughed as the man came up and spluttered.  He gasped for
breath after a bit too long underwater.

"You know, you don't have to do that."  Header shot him an evil smile and
stroked the big shaft in the bubbling hot water.

"I know but it's been a long week and I thought you could use the relief.
You, uh, didn't seem to make any headway, pardon the pun, with Harley."

"Nooooo, I didn't.  I don't get it.  He seems genuinely interested and has
tons of questions about what Sam and I were all about.  I keep explaining
that what I had with Sam may not be what I am looking for now.  That seems
to confuse him."

"YOU think he wants a full-time Master and being versatile may not be high
on his list?"

"I'm clueless.  I know he got royally fucked by the bunch that was here
last week and that he seemed to enjoy every hard cock inch that slammed
that pretty bubble butt.  Funny, I can't seem to get him into my bed."

Header played with Tanks big left nipple.  "How long's he been out?"

"Not long, only a couple of years.  I think he played around in college
trying to figure out what he wanted.  From what little he's said, it's only
been the last year or so that he truly accepted being gay."

Andy sucked the man's right nipple and slowly pulled away.  "Well, for some
guys, accepting and deciding how to live your life takes a lot of
introspection.  Not everyone can be like Header and me."

Tank snorted his beer.  "You mean sucking cock from birth."

Header slapped the man's sore nip.  "I'll have you know we started out
breastfeeding like all good farm boys, then we went astray with our first
taste of daddy dick."

Tank rubbed Andy's back as he balanced in the slippery tub on one foot.
"You guys actually sucked your Daddy's dick."

"Oh yeah.  Dad was a big cock hound.  And mama was happy he wasn't fucking
her every day with that big tool.  Makes mine look like a weenie.  That man
was downright freaky.  I think sucking and fucking is what led to his heart
attack.  He couldn't pace himself and heaven knows he didn't take care of
his health."

"Does your mom ever say anything?"

"Only once after he died.  She made a comment that the men in town would be
lonely, and then she moved on with her life.  She's so much happier since
she remarried a normal man.  Normal being dick size."

"She ever say anything to you guys about your lifestyle?"

"Nope, only that she wants us to be happy like that nice Mr. Tank and isn't
it a shame about Mr. Sam.  She's no fool.  But she would dopeslap you for
not taking a more direct approach with Harley."

Tank sighed.  "She'd probably be right.  Well, next week I will.  We got us
a shitload of work to do this coming week to finish that job in town and
get more work done on Sam's cabin."

Andy slid out of the tub and balanced on his crutches.  "Yeah, a lot of
work, but it will be fun to have them all back.  To help with the work I
mean."

Header splashed water at his brother.  "Yeah right, talk about cock hound."
They watched as Andy made his way across the courtyard to their cottage.

Tank pulled Header to him and kissed his forehead.  "He seems to be having
some trouble with that leg, you think anything is wrong?"

"Don't know.  I'm going to push him to go see a doctor as soon as
possible."

"Well, I'll keep him in my prayers."

Header kissed his boss long and hard.  "You know we been praying that you'd
share our bed tonight."

"I think I'm up for that."  Tank stood up as his cock sprung through the
water's surface and splashed Header.

"Oh yeah definitely."  *****

Everyone involved in the cabin project got more anxious as the next couple
of days passed.  The first weekend in May looked to be warm and spring
like, perfect for a long weekend of renovation work.  Ken and Steve were
busy choosing what tools to take with them to do the kitchen install and be
prepared to do any other carpentry work that might come up.  Bill and Scott
were likewise, prepared for a heavy-duty weekend of electrical wiring work.
The rest weren't bringing particular building or construction skills to the
tasks but were overflowing with eagerness to help.

Tank was busy working at his desk when the phone rang Tuesday evening.  "Hi
Sam.  Oh catching up on paperwork.  Billing out a job we finished today in
town.  You guys still coming up Thursday?"

"Yep, most of us are leaving Thursday morning.  John, Buzz, maybe Tony and
Bear can't leave until noon.  Same for my brother Dave, his son and Gus and
Tim although they're working on slipping away earlier.  We're going to have
a huge crew there.  Can you handle it?"

"Oh fuck yeah.  We got plenty of work to keep people busy.  And plenty of
places for people to bunk.  Cesar and LJ did a kickass job on the driveway
and parking area.  Lots of fresh gravel so we don't have to worry about
mud.  And the way they planned it out, cars can be parked in among the
trees, off to the side away from the cabin and not interfere with the
landscaping.  You have guys willing to help do some heavy clearing and
planting?"

"I think that's what Dave and Gus were planning for the teenagers.  How's
Harley?"

There was a pause before Tank spoke.  "Things are about the same, confused.
I don't know where that boy stands.  He looks at me like a lovesick puppy
but when I try to get things to move along he shies away."

"You think it will help to have all of us around this weekend?"

"Don't know.  He had an uncle pass away so he took off a few days for the
funeral.  Has time coming but doesn't seem to ever use it up.  He got on
his bike and headed to Philly.  Guess he'll be back by the weekend."

"Harley has a Harley?"

"Of course.  I may just have to bend him over the bike and fuck some sense
into him."

"Uh, well, that could spark a flurry of activity among this group of men.
How are Header and Andy?"

"Andy seems to be having some problems with his leg so Header is working on
getting him to agree to go to a doctor."

"Anything serious?"

"No clue.  It's a wait and see thing.  Hey, you guys get all your lawn
maintenance stuff in order?  Joe said you hired a pool company and were
looking for someone to mow."

"I haven't seen the pool guy but we did accept his service plan.  The yard
guy is stopping by tomorrow.  Pool guy, according to Joe is supreme meat.
He's supposed to drop some supplies off tonight but hasn't yet.  At least
if we get everything set, we can go up to the cabin and not have to worry
so much about this place.  Buzz and Joe have been landscaping their butts
off here and at John's.  They're pretty amazing.  Good work."

"That will make Cesar and LJ happy, especially if it's warm enough to get
both those men to work shirtless."

Sam laughed.  "Buzz would work nude if you'd let him.  We keep warning him
about poison ivy and not wanting to get it in tender places."

"Ooooo, yeah really.  Well, all the kitchen and bath stuff is confirmed to
be delivered Thursday morning.  All that will need to be moved around.
Lots to do Sam, but I think you'll like what you see when you get here
Thursday."

"Okay buddy, I'll give you a holler from the road somewhere as we drive up.
Say hi to everyone, give them a few nipple tugs and I hope things work out
with Harley."

"Same goes for me.  Give that big strapping boy of yours a good one for
me."

Tank stretched at the desk as he hung up the phone.  His cock stirred
thinking about Harley.  "Fuck, I got it bad."  *****

Sam worked at some reports for the office. Joe was attending a work
function in Bruce and Steve's place so Sam nuked himself some leftovers and
settle in to watch the news. He heard the footsteps before the doorbell
rang.  He froze in his spot when he opened the door to Swede's smiling
face.

"You must be Sam, Joe's partner.  I'm Swede."  He offered his hand and as
Sam shook it he heard Joe's voice in the back of his head saying, `fucking
hot eh?'  "I wanted to drop off some chemicals.  Oh and let you know I
ordered a new pump.  It won't be as expensive as I thought.  Should be here
in plenty of time for Memorial Day weekend.  In the meantime we can get by
with this crappy one if the weather gets warm enough."

"You need help with the chemicals?"

"Nah, just wanted to let you know I was here so you wouldn't think some one
was stalking around your property."

"What again?"

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing.  The side gate is unlocked so do what you need to do."  Swede
smiled and gave Sam a quick head nod. He turned to head back to his truck
in the driveway.  Holy fuck this kid was built.  Sam walked out onto the
back patio by the pool and held the gate and storage shed door for Swede.

"Thanks Sam.  You skip the gym tonight?"

"Not exactly. I can use the university facilities so I did that today at
lunch."

"Hmmm, bet there aren't too many prof's built like you. At least there
weren't when I was in college.  Mostly book nerds.  You look more like a
biker Dad."

"Well, that's one of Joe's fantasies."  Swede blushed at Sam's remark.  Sam
wondered just how much Biker Dad fantasy Swede might have.

"Hey, please be sure to thank Joe for me on the lead for Spence's business.
I'm going to do his pool also."

"You really make a living on this?"

"Oh yeah.  I have contracts with a couple of small school districts that
can't afford to have a janitor screw up their pools.  And all those indoor
pools, well, in some neighbourhoods, they're booming.  I'm really busy in
summer but I don't care.  Being outside and on the go keeps me lean.  And
leaves me plenty of time for the gym in the evenings."

"I sort of gathered that.  You're a big guy."

"I'm the runt.  You should see my brothers.  We got good genes.  From my
mother."  Sam looked at him hesitantly. "Just kidding.  Although, I do
think I have her legs."  Sam bit his tongue.  "That does it.  Hey, nice
meeting you.  Hope to see you guys a lot this summer.  I'm meeting a, uh,
buddy for dinner so I better hustle.  I'll call you when the pump gets in,
okay?"

"Great, thanks for getting things going for us.  We look forward to having
friends over to enjoy this thing.  We'll be sure to include you."

Swede hung out his hand.  "I'd really like that, thanks."  Sam watched the
mountainous frame of muscle walk out the gate.  "Damn, Joe better get home
soon."  Sam headed back to the office and was about to check email when the
doorbell ran again.  He opened the door this time to a beefy redheaded
fireplug who came about nipple high to him.

"Hi, I'm Vince.  You called for an estimate on lawn maintenance."  Sam
looked down at the broad shoulders and plump pecs.  His cock stirred in his
jeans.

"Uh, yeah, hi, I'm Sam.  We basically need the usual I guess.  Lawn mowing,
maybe recommend some fertilization, and anything you think it might need to
remain healthy."

"Sure mind if I look around to get an idea of the size.  Of the lawn."

"No, be my guest.  I'll unlock the back gate so you can see all of the back
yard."  Vince turned to survey the yard. Sam swallowed hard at the tight
perfectly round muscle butt in the tight jeans.  Tight jeans with a hole
and no underwear.  Sam met him in the back yard.

"Wow, nice pool.  This is beautiful back here.  And private.  I don't think
your neighbours can see in here at all."

"No, they can't.  It make the pool all that more attractive."

"Huh.  And you don't need clothes to run out to the hot tub.  Very nice.
The yard looks to be in pretty good shape.  Let me itemize a work plan for
you and I'll drop it off.  I, uh, don't know if I can get it back here this
week though."

"That's okay, we're busy too and if you can't get it here before next
Monday, that'll be fine. The grass isn't going anywhere."  Vince bent over
to test the strength.  Sam looked at the butt in disbelief.  This guy would
give Matt a run for his money.

"Thanks Sam.  I hope we can do business.  I think I'm pretty fair with
prices and I know I give good service."  He smiled and extended his hand.
Sam shook it and felt Vince's warmth.  "I'll call if I can get here before
Monday."

"Great.  Look forward to hearing from you."  Vince headed out the back
gate.  Sam leaned his head against the privacy fence.  His nuts ached fro
relief.  Joe arrived home about 30 minutes later to find Sam stretched
naked across the bed waving his stiff rod.

"Swede was here."

"You betcha. And Vince."  *****

Harley had spent the day with relatives, very few of whom he knew well.
His uncle had been a good friend and someone he would miss.  His aunt
thanked him for coming and introduced him to some folks he didn't know then
moved on to visit other guests.  Harley loosened his tie, nibbled a bit
more food then quietly slipped out the door.  His parents and no one else
from his family had driven in for the funeral. The friend with whom he was
staying asked him to go to dinner with him and couple of friends but Harley
declined.  He changed into jeans and a T, boots and denim jacket. It was a
nice warm spring evening for a walk through the village to a local leather
bar.

It wasn't a bad crowd for an early weeknight evening.  He ordered a beer
and sat at the far end of the bar in a somewhat dark area.  The bartender,
an attractive 30somthing leather man, made a bit of small talk when he
wandered by, but otherwise, Harley was left to watch the crowd come and go.
He got up to go to the men's room and when he got back two older men in
jeans and T-shirts were seated near him.  They had watched him walk across
the bar from stools at the other end and moved when he disappeared into the
restroom.

"Hey, how are you tonight.  I'm Butch and this is Josh."

"Hi.  Harley."

The blond looked at him skeptically.  "Harley?  Really?  That your name?"

He laughed and took a long swig of his beer. "Yep.  Harley, just like the
bike.  My dad used to work at the plant in York."

Butch, the older and darker of the two, gave him a long look.  "Well, what
brings a fine looking hunk of a man like you in here on a Tuesday night?
Here for business."

"No, funeral for an uncle.  Took a couple days off from work to just, you
know, relax and think about some things.  I'm staying with a friend a few
blocks from here, so this is convenient."

"Well nothing too serious I hope. Sorry about your uncle."  Butch swung his
legs around to straddle the stool on which Harley sat.  An obviously big
dick snaked its way down his left pantleg.  His arms were covered in
tattoos and nipple rings stood out under the tight shirt.  "Anything we can
do to cheer you up?"  Harley could feel Josh lean in from the other side.
He had a white athletic shirt on under a leather jacket, beat up torn jeans
and an equally big dick bulging out the crotch.  Heat from his chest
radiated off Harley's right arm.

"No, thanks.  I'm really sorta mellow and just hanging."

"That's cool. Let us buy you a beer."  The bartender came down and took
Butch's order.  Harley caught his eyes when he sat the beer down in front
of him. He wasn't sure if it was a sign of interest or warning.  Whatever,
it didn't take long on a somewhat empty stomach for Harley to get a good
buzz.  Josh was rubbing against him.  His hard cock pressed into Harley's
right butt cheek.  Butch had moved closer so Harley was wedged between his
legs.  Both men could fondle and grope whatever they wanted in the dim
light.  Harley turned to talk with Butch and leaned heavily back against
Josh.  The beefy blond wrapped his arm around the muscular young man and
played with his nipples through his T-shirt.  Harley groaned softly as the
beer took over and his cock began to stiffen.  He excused him self to go to
the men's room again and when he stood up Butch squeezed his ample cock.
"Need help with that?"  He gave his head a wobbly shake and headed to the
men's room.  While he was standing at the trough peeing, the bartender came
in and dropped his zipper.  Harley let go with a stream that he didn't
think would end as the bartender joined him.

"You okay?  You think you had enough to drink?"

Harley flopped his bloated cock back into his jeans and turned to face the
handsome man.  He looked down at the big cock and smiled.  "Nice.  No, I
think I've had enough.  This is my last beer."

"Okay, probably a wise choice.  Watch out for those two, they can be a bit
rough.  You need anything you call me."  He handed Harley a card with his
name and phone number.  "Here put this in your pocket."  He quickly zipped
up and headed back to the bar.  Harley slipped the card into his pocket and
walked back to his stool.  It seemed a bit more cramped than before.  He
was definitely wedged between the two men.  Their hands and the beer were
having its effect.

"I probably should go. I think I've had enough beer."

"We'll walk out with you."  Out on the secluded sidewalk Harley looked
around.  "Which way you going?"  He looked toward his right.  "Good.  We're
going the same way."  Butch draped his arm over Harley's broad shoulders as
Josh slipped his around the slim waist.  Both men expertly steered the
groggy man toward their apartment a few blocks away.  It wasn't until they
walked into the apartment that Harley's fog lifted for a moment.  Before he
could say anything. Butch pressed his lips firmly against his and slid his
tongue to the back of Harley's mouth.  Josh pressed against Harley's butt
and ran his hands up over the thick lean pecs.

"Damn, you feel good."  It had been a warm day so none of them had bothered
with much more than light jackets.  It made all the more easy to strip off
Harley's shirt.  Butch roughly ran his hands over the smooth flesh, teasing
the sensitive nipples, and testing the tight abs with a few light punches.
Josh stripped off his shirt loosened his jeans and pressed his naked chest
against the younger man's back.  Harley sucked in breath in reaction to the
hot flesh.  His reaction gave Butch just enough time to lose his own shirt
and unbutton Harley's jeans. The two men running their hot hands and mouths
over his body was having the desired effect on Harley.  His sexual needs
quickly came to the surface as his body responded to the advances of the
two older men.  Josh pushed the snug jeans down over the heavily muscled
quads and moaned.  "Shit that's a damn fine fuckable ass.  I bet you were a
wrestler." Harley couldn't respond with Butch's tongue back down his
throat.  He tried to nod.  "Nice big beefy butt, thick legs, awesome
calves, damn my cock is gonna feel good sliding in this butt." He twisted
the man's head around to get some deep kissing as Butch finished
undressing.  "But we gotta get our meat nice and wet to go up that tight
ass.  On your knees fucker."  Josh kicked the man's feet out from under him
but Butch had him under his arms to keep him from crashing to the floor.

Harley came face to face with one fucking thick fat piece of mantool.
Butch forced the still semi-soft cock into Harley's mouth and shouted at
him to suck.  Harley had no choice as strong hands held his head to the
man's crotch.  In minutes the big tool was rock hard and stretching the
poor man's mouth wide.  He held the cock deep against Harley gag trigger
until the man relaxed enough to slide it all the way in.  Josh walked away
for a few moments to place a call.  He returned, pulled off Harley's boots
and jeans then ripped away the simple cotton briefs.

The men alternately face-fucked Harley until he no longer put up a fight.
Butch raised the man's face to look into his eyes and leered.  "Good pig,
we're in control and you'll do whatever we need you to do."  He slapped the
man hard knocking him off balance and sending him sprawling across the
floor.  The beer had slowed him down enough to keep his wrestler response
at bay.  The two men picked him up and slammed him on the bed.  Butch
grabbed and pulled on the big nuts.  Harley went to scream but had the
shreds of his briefs stuffed into his mouth.  Josh had him cuffed before he
could recover to protect himself.

The bed pulled away from the wall so his head could drop down to the
perfect level for throat fucking.  Josh straddled his head.  The blond
man's dick was not nearly as thick but was above average in length.  The
underwear was yanked from his mouth.  Butch slapped his nuts.  "Now pig
boy, you're going to suck my buddy's cock here or I slap your balls around
even harder.  And don't even think about biting.  I can slice them off as
easily as I can suck them.  Beer or not, your prick is rock hard so that
says to me, you like it rough.  Now, you give Josh here some good
cocksucking while I lube your pussy."

Harley let Josh's prick fill his mouth.  The younger man wasn't nearly as
rough as Butch but something still scared Harley.  Butch stretched the
boy's hole with multiple fingers and was about to try for his fist when the
doorbell rang.  "Good, more party favours for our guest."

Two more men walked in and greeted Josh and Butch.  The two were somewhere
in the early 40's, probably in good shape at one time, not unattractive but
definitely not into taking the best care of themselves.  Josh pulled out,
slapped his cock back and froth across Harley's face and gloated.  "Party's
about to get good Harley boy.  Show him what he's in for gentlemen."  The
two men stripped and a cold shudder went down Harley's spine.  Even from
his upside down position on the bed he could see two monster cocks waiting
to be serviced.  He tried to break his arms free but the cuffs held
strong. He felt the hot hand slowly tighten on his nuts again.  Sweat began
to drip from his forehead.

"Good piggy.  This little cock needs a bath."  The first man dangled a foul
smelling cock in Harley's face and brushed the head over the slightly
swollen lips.  "Open up or face the reality of singing soprano."

"Please don't."  Butch slapped Harley hard.  He thought he tasted
blood. Tears dropped from Harley's eyes as he gave in to the four men.  The
shorter of the last two men began in earnest to face fuck the prone man.
He stopped for a minute so the other man could show Harley what was about
to assault his ass.  Harley was about to protest when a hand tightened
around his throat.

"You don't ever turn down someone who's your better.  You got that scum?"
He couldn't have responded if he wanted to as the foul cock slammed back
down his throat.  He felt more grease being shot into his ass, this time
with some kind of a grease gun.  The big cock in his mouth muffled his
screams as the second man forced his way into his butt.  Despite Butch and
Josh having stretched and loosened him, his hole wasn't ready for the
arm-sized cock invading his body.  The man rode Harley's ass hard and long.
He was glad when the man finally unloaded his cum deep in his ravaged butt.
The other three men took their turns and then started all over again.

It was one in the morning when he stumbled back into his friend's
apartment.  His throat was raw from cock sucking and cum.  His lips were
swollen from abuse.  One eye was bruised.  His ass was on fire from the
multiple fuckings with cocks and toys to which the four men subjected him
repeatedly.  He had no idea how many times he had something shoved up his
ass.  He looked at his bruised, cum and tear stained face in the mirror.
How could two men who were so much his type have been so abusive and cruel?
Sex with men was still a mystery to him.  He wanted to understand why he
liked the rough butch look, but why sex had to be so sadistic.  The
toothbrush hurt as he tried to clean his mouth.  The antiseptic mouthwash
almost made him scream but he held it in and endured.

His friend was up and long gone to work before a naked Harley stumbled to
the kitchen for coffee.  The image in the mirror just before he stepped
into the shower scared him.  His chest and back were bruised.  His ass hole
was swollen and puffy.  He tried to pick up the phone and call Tank but
when he tested his voice, he struggled to talk.  His buddy had left him
some coffee in the carafe and a note that he wanted to do dinner that
night.  What would his buddy think when he saw him?  He spent some time
online trying to find something help the pain and swelling in his ass but
wasn't having any luck.  The more his body ached, the angrier he got. He
decided to face his tormentors and headed back to the bar at five, leaving
a note for his friend that he would call to set a time for dinner.  *****

Wednesday Evening

The same bartender was working when he entered the bar. He sat in the same
spot as before.  The bartender came over, plopped a beer down in front of
him, took his chin in his hand and turned his face from side to side.  He
let out a long sigh.

"They worked you over didn't they?"  Harley quietly nodded.  "Damn, I wish
you woulda called me."  Harley fished the card from his pocket and smiled
weakly.

"I should have, um, Dave." He squinted at the card through his good
eye. "But they invited two other guys to join them and things got out of
hand.  I came in here tonight to confront them."

"I admire you for doing that but they ain't likely to set foot in this
place tonight.  Lots of guys know their scam.  I'm sorry buddy I should
have stopped you."

"Thanks. I was a little drunk and not thinking straight."  The bartender
smiled at him and went to help a customer.  He came back and sipped a
bottle of water while Harley nursed his beer.

"So what else happened?"  Harley quickly told him what happened, showed him
the bruises on his chest and back and sat down in a dejected state.  "Hey,
you take this and learn that there are a lot of assholes out there and you
don't deserve to be treated like that, no one does.  It'll make you
stronger."  He turned to wait on two men who had just walked in and quickly
brightened.  "Hey guys, how the hell are you?  Long time no see.  In town
on business?"  The two men leaned over and kissed the bartender.  He
motioned for them to sit near Harley.  "My buddy Harley over here needs
some cheering up."

The big blond man stuck out his hand and smiled.  "Harley is it?  I'm Bruce
and this is my lover, Steve.  We're here on business so do you mind of we
sit and have a drink with you?"  Harley motioned toward the stools and
watched the two beefy men sit and order.  Dave brought them drinks.  "Dave
makes a great martini but has the nelliest moves when he shakes it."

"Fuck you Daddy."  Dave winked at him and turned to do his job.

Steve took a sip of his drink, bit his lip and carefully laid his hand on
Harley's shoulder.  "So how'd you get the shiner?"  Harley looked at the
two men and melted.  His whole story poured out.  Steve walked into the
men's room with him to look at his bruises.  Dave took one look at the
man's face when he returned and started another round of drinks.

"Bruce, this man needs our help.  What time you work to tonight Dave?"
Dave motioned seven.  "Harley, why don't you have dinner with us tonight,
no strings attached.  I have some cream in the hotel room to help your, um,
butt problem and some other stuff that may help with the pain from the
bruises."

"I'm meeting my friend, with whom I'm staying for dinner."

"Call him and invite him to join us, our treat, you too Dave.  I think you
need some friends to help you along tonight."  Harley slowly shook his head
and called his buddy.  At seven, the four men left the bar and met up with
Kevin.  Dave and Kevin hugged and kissed.

"You didn't tell me you were staying with Kevin."  Harley shrugged and took
the kidding.  "It's a small world in the gay village."

He explained his experiences from the night before one more time to Kevin
as they walked the three blocks to the hotel where Bruce and Steve were
staying.  Steve excused them for two minutes while he helped Harley in the
bathroom.  Harley couldn't believe two men who he had just met were helping
him.  It was the complete opposite of the night before.  The cream seemed
to help almost immediately.  Steve made him keep the tube.

Over dinner, Harley explained that he was head over heels in love with an
older man and wanted to be his boy.  He just didn't know how to go about
telling him everything that was in his heart.  The fact that he was asking
a man who had spent years being a boy and slave to his former lover, was a
stumbling block in Harley's mind.  They helped him devise a plan to ask the
man, express his feelings and demonstrate the sincerity of his love.  Kevin
thanked Bruce and Steve for dinner.  He and Dave set off together toward
Kevin's apartment.

Harley agreed to spend the next day with Bruce and Steve to develop his
plan.  They were finished with their business and had some things they
wanted to do in Philadelphia while they had some time.

He turned to say goodnight and go back to the apartment.  Bruce looked at
the bruised but now calm face.  "Why don't you spend the night with us?
Not for sex.  Although, if you want to see how someone with a bigger than
average dick should make love to his partner, I'd gladly demonstrate."
Harley shot them a quizzical look."  "I'm not kidding.  Rough sex doesn't
have to be abusive and leave you torn up and bruised.  Two men can do a lot
with each other and not do damage."  Harley was about to decline then gave
in to his curiosity.

He watched in total amazement as Bruce made less then gentle love to Steve.
Steve could happily accommodate the big 13inch cock ramming his ass and was
none the worse for wear.  Harley lay on the side of the bed in awe of the
warmth and passion emanating from these two musclemen.  They both shot
volumes of hot cum on each other.  Harley lost control of himself and began
lapping at the gobs of manspunk on Steve's chest.  Bruce pulled him to his
knees straddling Steve's waist.  The massive blond chest seared with heat
against Harley's back.  Bruce took Harley's cock in his hand and slowly
jacked him off.  Steve carefully played with the sore crusty nipples.
Harley's breath became short gasps as he twisted to kiss Bruce.  Steve slid
out, sucked down Harley's throbbing cock and swallowed his load.  It was
almost eleven.  Harley was a tired limp rag between the two men. The three
men snuggled in the big bed and slept soundly through the night.

Joe lay on his back, his head slightly tilted back as Sam licked and
nibbled on his neck.  The young man's legs were doubled over as Sam slowly,
rhythmically fucked his boy.  A couple of times Sam looked down at the
bigger than ever cock ramming the hot butt below him.  Joe's ass was on
fire.  He moaned, pulling at the sides of the bed as Sam brought them both
to a draining climax.  Sam wiped the thick ribbons of cum from Joe's cut
abs as the young man groaned happily from the touch.  They kissed deeply as
Joe eyed the clock.  "It's eleven. We better get to sleep if we're going to
be up early and on the road to the cabin."

Matt's fingers gripped the headboard as Steve ate his ass.  Damn the man
had talent.  Steve straightened up and slid his hands up over Matt's hard
furry chest.  He played with the big dark brown nipples as his cock slid
slowly home. Steve's long cock and Matt's hard beefy butt were made for
each other.  Matt would reach back and pull Steve deeper into him begging
for more and wanting it harder.  Steve knew not to touch Matt's cock.  He
wanted that reward after he had filled his lover's ass with is own juice.
Matt overwhelmingly obliged.  He collapsed on top of Steve, tasting his own
cum in the deep kiss.  "Damn that was good.  You just keep getting better."

Steve pinched a sensitive nipple.  "No, you just keep getting better.  It's
all I can do to not rip your jeans off and force my tongue up that butt
every time I see it.  You've been working hard to regain your leg and arm
strength and it shows."

"Thanks.  This butt's for you.  Sorry.  Damn, it's eleven, we better get
some sleep if we're going to get up and run in the morning and then head to
the cabin."

Turn about was fair play.  Bill lay on his back, his big dick flopping in
time to Ken's rhythm as he fucked his ass.  Each hard thrust made the beefy
black pecs bounce.  Each bounce made Ken hotter.  Bill pinched and twisted
the large brown nipples on the blond man's chest.  Adjusting the amount of
pressure on the nips, adjusted the thrust of the big cock splitting his
ass.  He pulled Ken down to kiss him.  Ken's cock hit the right spot and
pushed Bill over the edge.  The man arched his back and rolled his ass in a
flexible move that sucked the dick deeper into his ass.  His clenching butt
sucked a thick load of cum from Ken.  The two men stretched out in each
other's arms.  Ken lay with his head on Bill's chest occasionally licking
at the big dark nip.  "Fuck, what time did Steve and Matt want to run?
It's eleven, we better get some sleep.

It was nine in the morning when the little caravan took off from Pittsburgh
to Sam and Joe's cabin.  They made a quick stop at Starbucks where they met
up with the second wave of pilgrims.  Joe was about to get into Sam's truck
when he spotted Swede pulling into the parking lot.  He waved and ran over
to say hello.  All eyes in the convoy of vehicles were on Swede.  It was a
moderately warm morning and the fleece pullover he wore did little to
camouflage the big thick body.  A smiling Swede squeezed Joe's shoulder as
he turned to run back to the truck.

"I told him we were away this weekend but if the new pump came in and he
wanted to work on it he could.  However, there are some wiring issues about
which he has questions so he may wait, damn cell phone, until we get back.
Hello."  Sam glanced at Joe as Tony and Bear snickered from the second
seat.  "No, that's Swede the pool guy.  I don't know, I think he's
straight."

Sam shook his head.  "Wanna bet every car checks in to ask who that big
blond guy is?"  It was another 30 minutes of phone calls from the other
cars before speculation quieted down.

Joe sipped his coffee.  "Guess we better find out his story before it
drives them all nuts."

Tony looked at Sam in the mirror.  "He's gay, that's obvious?"

Joe turned to look back at him as Bear rolled his eyes.  "Now how do you
know that?"

"I think there was a leather flag sticker on the back bumper wasn't very
big and you had to look for it among all the other bumper stickers. If I
didn't know better after first glance at that bumper, I woulda thought a
lesbian owned the truck."

Bear dropped his head.  "And why is that?"

"All the political bumper stickers...."

"Oh never mind."

It was one pee stop and miles later when the convoy rolled up the new
gravel driveway of the cabin.  Sam and Joe were floored.  Cesar, LJ and
their crew had rebuilt the drive and created parking areas away from the
cabin so they wouldn't interfere with the beauty of the setting.  The cabin
was wearing a new shingle room, the gutters and downspouts had been rehung,
and a new entry deck and stairs had been installed at the side door.  Tank
and company came out to meet and greet everyone.

Names and hugs were exchanged as the two groups mingled.  Even the straight
guys hugged.  Gus got groped by a couple of the men and just rolled with
the punches.  Tank gave them the new tour and wowed them further.  The main
floor had been gutted and was ready for the new kitchen.  Andy was prepped
for Bill and Scott to help with the new wiring.  Header showed them the
empty new rooms that would be full baths on the second floor and in the
basement.  Scott wandered through the basement asking questions.

Tank pulled a drawing from a corner cupboard.  "This is the furnace room
and that is the new furnace and hot water heater you men have to install.
This is the new improved bathroom with a shower big enough for oh six men.
Maybe only three of you guys.  And you have a playroom going in over there
behind that new framework."

Sam stood in another square framed room.  "What's this?  I don't remember
what was here?  Storage?"

Andy beamed.  "Nope, we plan to have that whole wall over there for
built-in storage.  The area where you're standing is a sauna.  Tank scarfed
up a sauna heater and threw it in in exchange."

Gus put up his hand.  "In exchange for what we don't need to know.  We have
innocent teenagers here."

Dave looked around.  "I know you aren't talking about the boys who came
with us."

The second floor was gutted and ready for new everything.  The men oohed
and ahhed over the work that had been done and what the place would be when
it was finished.  Cesar and LJ led everyone back outside to where the new
picnic pavilion was to be built next to the soon to be refurbished outdoor
kitchen.  Decking to replace the porch overlooking the creek sat on one
side next to a temporary camp-cooking site where some of Cesar's crew was
preparing lunch.

The men intermingled eating lunch and sharing stories.  Gus, Dave and the
boys were quickly welcomed into the mostly gay work crew.  Afterwards,
everyone changed clothes and started in on the work.  Tank's men tried to
be discrete but were more than curious about the men who had come to help
with the rehab.  John and Buzz once again arrive a bit later because John
had pulled another long shift to get time off.  Work almost came to a halt
as Tank's men checked out John changing from his police uniform to work
clothes.  Tank just shook his head and commented to Sam.  "You'd think
these men ain't never seen a cop out of uniform.  Hell, I'm betting most of
them sucked more than a few off to get out of speeding tickets."

Tank had a work board set up in the main room near the fireplace. Everyone
had an assignment and a team leader from his crew.  Those of Sam's friends,
who came along unexpected, were quickly given work and no time was lost.
The work went on until five to get as much done as possible.  Sam was glad
to pay overtime to get the cabin finished sooner.  A tired and weary crew
fell into a long caravan of trucks back to Tank's compound.  He had another
sheet of room assignments ready.  Header and Andy played cruise directors
and got everyone settled.  Some of Tank's men brought sleeping bags to make
sure they would be part of the after hours fun.  It wasn't long before men
made new friends. Tank doubted anyone would have to use a sleeping bag.

Clean up was a concern for Sam.  This many men would surely put a strain on
Tank's hot water tank but the big man had prepared for that knowing his
work crews of the past.  He had all his vehicles parked outside the
three-car garage.  The garage subbed as a locker room when he had big jobs
and had to bring in extra men.  There was one whole side set up with
showers and sinks.  Some tables and chairs were brought in on which people
could set supplies.  Toilets were available in a separate room. An extra
washing machine and dryer sat off to one side.  Even though it was the
first weekend in May, the weather was cooling off as the sun set.  Header
turned on overhead heaters and soon had the garage toasty and warm.  The
place was spotless.

Tank had herded the teenagers to the bathrooms inside not wanting them to
be a part of any activity they didn't need to be.  Ron and Tim looked a bit
forlorn. Gus and Dave gave in and told them they could use the shower room
with all the other `mos.  The boys fit right in and were excited to be
included.  LJ, naked as a furry bear could be, became the designated coach.
He kept everyone moving and organized.  Dirty towels went right into the
washer. Dirty clothes were gathered for another load and dirty work boots
were lined up near the door to keep Tank's house from getting too messy.
Naked men milled about in various states of arousal.  No one in this group
had anything to worry about and no reason to be shy.

Tank was inside trying to explain to Sam and Joe that they need not worry
about feeding this crew.  Tank had made arrangements with a local brewpub
to cater dinner.  The restaurant crew arrived while men were showering.
The owner of the pub knew what might be going on and only sent his gay and
gay-friendly workers.  It was a festive party atmosphere but everyone knew
with the work ahead the next couple of days, it couldn't be a late night.
Still, not everyone was in bed asleep right away.

Tank had the fireplace going and relaxed in his favourite chair next to Sam
and Joe.  The sounds of rutting men could be heard above the crackle of the
flames.

Tank took a long swig of his beer.  "One thing for sure.  This house ain't
soundproof.  Not that I would want it to be."

Joe giggled knowing full well that he would soon happily be on the
receiving end of Sam and Tank's attention.  "Sam, so what was in that box
you dragged along?"

Sam tiled his head slightly and smiled coyly.  "Nothing for you to worry
about.  I'll share it with everyone tomorrow night when we have a bit more
time.  I say we hit the hay.  Joe?"  The young man was halfway to the
bedroom and naked by time Sam and Tank walked in to find him waiting on the
bed, lube in hand.

Sam sighed and turned to Tank.  "Were you feeling frisky?"

"Nah, I'm feeling a bit tired myself."  The two men took their time
stripping and climbing into bed.  They had Joe convinced nothing was going
to happen until Tank's stiff boner poked Joe in the ass.  "Okay, so maybe I
lied."

Header, Andy, Rob and Carlos were up early preparing breakfast for the
throng.  The truck convoy, and a few errant cars, was on the way to the
campsite for a 7:30 work start.

A little before noon, another big black Ford pickup wound its way back to
the camp from the main road.  Sam stopped painting long enough to motion to
Joe and then Tank.  "These are our friends, Bruce and Steve.  The guys who
got us all the kitchen and bathroom stuff."  Tank looked out at the two
large men in jeans getting out of the truck.

"That's a lawyer and accountant?  Damn. I been hiring the wrong people.  Is
Bruce the blond?  Holy mother, how big is that sumbitch?"

Sam chuckled.  "It's big, HUGE.  But as big as the dick is, the ego is the
opposite.  Uh, these guys ponied up and paid for lunch today."

"Sam, you have great friends."

"And I'm glad to count you as one of them."  They headed out to meet the
new arrivals as a lunch truck made its way up the drive.  Tank greeted them
with open arms and not so discrete gropes.  Bruce paid the lunch crew and
within minutes, the men were chowing down.  Tank had allotted an hour lunch
break but most everyone was back to work in 30 minutes to make as big a
dent in the work list as possible.  Bruce and Steve were blown away by what
was happening.

Andy, Bill and Scott had installed a new hot water heater and furnace and
were roughing in plumbing lines to the kitchen and basement bath.  Header
had one crew doing new drywall over the electric wiring Andy and guys had
installed the day before.  They were on time to have all the electric,
insulation and drywall done by the end of the day.  Steve and Ken were
busily installing kitchen and bath fixtures with the help of Officer John
and Buzz.  There were more men working outside, others working to install
replacement windows and still more just working to keep up with clean up
from the frenetic crew.

Tank was updating his project list when he heard the telltale rumble of a
large bike in the driveway.  Sam looked out, saw the tricked out bike and
looked back at Tank.  The big man took a deep breath.  "Harley.  Damn he
sits a fine bike.  Well, Sam, it's time I went right out and put things on
the line.  Shit look at him.  I'll be stiff as a statue by the time I get
out there."

Sam shrugged.  "It'll help drive home the point."  He waved his hand.
"Okay, maybe later.  Bad, bad pun."

Tank slowly walked out to meet Harley and gave him a quick hug and kiss.
Sam, Joe and several others followed.  The men milled around Harley's bike
complimenting him on the beautiful machine.  Two men came out of the cabin
and walked around Tank and Sam.

Harley's mouth dropped. A big smile spread across his face followed by a
hearty laugh.  "Bruce?  Steve?"

"Harley?"  The three men hugged, kissed and laughed.  Bruce stood between
Harley and most of the men who had gathered to see what was going on.  Tank
looked totally bewildered. "This is the man you were telling us about?"  He
pointed at an even more confused Tank.

Harley grinned.  "Yep, that's `im.  You think he lives up to what I said?"

Steve walked over and rubbed Harley's back.  "Every bit and more.  And this
is no better place to do what we discussed?"  He motioned to the array of
big, masculine men covered in dust, dirt and mud.  "I couldn't think of a
better group of men to have as witnesses."

Harley nodded, handed him his gloves and turned back to Tank.  "I agree."

Tank looked at the young man in full leather standing in front of him and
felt his nuts stir.  "Where'd you get that black eye son?  Surely not at a
funeral."

"NO sir.  I have a lot to tell you, some of which I'm not very proud. A lot
happened this past week.  But I met these two fine men in Philadelphia and
they helped get me organized."  As he talked, he unzipped his leather
jacket, slid it off and handed it to Steve.  He wore only a full leather
harness underneath over his taut muscular wrestler's body.  The bruises
from his experience a few nights before stood out on his clean skin.  Tank
looked at the bruises and back at Harley.  "I'm okay sir, believe me.  I'm
better than I have been in a month."  He slid off his leather bandana and
tried to get his fresh flattop to stand up.  "Didn't have time to get my
hair done."  The men laughed and teased him about his do.

Tank stood firmly in front of the young man, feet planted about two feet
apart.  He held his right elbow in his left hand as he stroked his goatee.
The black T-shirt was dusty and his old jeans, worn with a few rips.  The
worn material did little to hide the growing interest of his dick for
Harley.  "Son, what are you doing?"

"What I should have been smart enough to do two weeks ago.  You kept trying
to talk to me and I kept skirting the issue. I was being a bonehead."  He
dropped to his knees in front of the big man, bent forward and kissed each
of Tank's dusty work boots.  "Sir.  Tank, sir.  I'm just a humble kid with
a lot to learn in life.  A whole lot.  But I came to realize that if I
didn't take this chance, I might regret it for a long, long time.  Sir, I
know you been through a helluva a lot what with the loss you suffered by
losing Sam.  Not you Sam, the other Sam. Anyway. I know you might not
exactly want this since you served a fine man for many years. Many."

Tank laughed.  "Don't push your luck with the many's Harley."

"Sir, I'm asking you to please accept me as your humble son and partner.
If you want me to be your slave, I will.  If you want me to be a boy to
your Dad, I will.  I will do and be whatever you want of me.  Please sir,
say yes."  Harley stayed in position on the gravel kneeling at Tank's feet.
What seemed like an eternity to him passed before he felt Tank's hand on
his head and a drop of water hit the dusty toe of his work boot.

Tank very quietly looked down at the humble young man before him.  "Yes,
Harley.  Nothing would make me happier.  Get up here."  Harley slowly
stood. Tank enveloped him in his big arms and held him in a long embrace
and deep kiss.  The workmen cheered and for the next 10 minutes everyone
crowded in to congratulate them and exchange kisses, hugs and slaps on the
back.  Harley jumped up to wrap his legs around Tank to plant another hard
firm kiss.  "Uh, gees, Harley...um, you may...oh, need to get,
damn...down...fuck, too late."  Tank's body spasmed as he gripped
Harley to him even tighter.  He nestled his head on the young man's
shoulder and laughed.  "Damn you.  I just shot a load in my jeans."

Harley jumped down.  "Uh huh?"  He watched a wet spot form off to one side
at the end of the big prick.  "I hope there's more for later."

Sam came over to kid them.  "Oh, I don't think you have to worry about
that."

Tank slipped his arm around his new love's neck and smiled.  "Well, I'm
glad you're back.  And I'm glad you had the balls to do this, more than you
know, but we got us a shitload of work to do. Son, you can't work dressed
like that."

Harley smiled.  "Sure can."  He removed his chaps and harness, folded them
neatly and placed them in his bags, then stood bare-chested before Tank in
the cool breeze.  "If you tell me to put a shirt on, I will, otherwise, I'm
inclined to work naked to serve you sir."

"Uh, no jeans are fine.  You may need a shirt though cause things are going
to get cooler this afternoon.  Why don't you help Joe and Buzz?"  Harley
walked over to the two young men and walked away, each of them talking a
mile a minute.

Sam smirked and looked directly at Tank.  "Okay, you may regret putting
those three together."

Officer John walked over and pointed at the trio.  "That can't be good."

Tank laughed and slapped the two men soundly on their backs.  "What could
possibly happen?"

John and Sam slowly turned back around.  "I bet you dinner, Tank won't be
able to walk come morning.  No, we'd be betting on the same thing eh?
Nevermind."

Tank waved his hand at the two men.  "Aw, you're making them sound evil.
Those three don't have an evil bone among them."

Sam shrugged and smiled.  "Maybe not evil in the political whacko kind of
way but when it comes to sexually possessed, well then."

John slowly nodded.  "Truly creative evil genius."

Tank looked back at them as he walked back into the house.  "Aw, you're
both being silly." A few minutes later he looked out the window to where
Joe, Buzz and Harley were working.  The three were still chatting up a
storm.  Sam let out an evil laugh from the driveway.  Tank just waved him
off again and smirked.

Officer John and Buzz slipped away about three and returned at four with a
trunk load of beer and soft drinks.  The crew broke off work at four and
relaxed with a couple of drinks before heading back to Tank's for another
session in the locker room -- garage.  Cesar had asked men what they wanted
for dinner and was taking suggestions.  Steve and Matt went one step
further and collected money from everyone except the guys who had already
paid for food.  Cesar, LJ, Matt, Steve, Rob and Carlos hit the grocery
store on the way back to Tank's. The woman at the checkout joked with them
about feeding an army.  LJ just smiled and said, yes, we are.

The shoppers thought they would be the last to hit the showers but many of
the men went back to grab a workout in Tank's gym.  The gym couldn't
accommodate everyone so workouts were in shifts.  Tank passed on the
workout but wandered through a couple of times just to inhale.  He walked
into the family room with a beer and flopped down next to Header and Andy.
"Ah yes, man sweat, is there a better smell?  Where's Harley?"

Andy gestured toward the gym.  "Downstairs working out, you must have
missed him."

Tank squeezed his hard cock in his jeans.  "What am I supposed to do with
this?"

Both men shook their heads in disgust.  In unison they teased him.  "Save
it.  The guy's expecting a big ride tonight.  Don't disappoint him."

The cooking crew made several pans of lasagna, huge bowls of veggies and a
tub of salad.  They finally got their turn in the shower while things
baked.  At seven, everyone lined up for a quick word of grace and the
buffet line.  Men were everywhere eating and quietly talking.

Sam sipped wine from several bottles Bruce had brought along.  "This is the
quietest this group has been all day."

Andy looked around at the assorted beefy men and boys.  "Yeah, well, this
won't last long."

Sam asked Joe to gather some of the guys in Tank's big office den.  He went
back to the room to retrieve the box about which Joe was so curious.  He
pulled the framed picture from the top of the chest of drawers and walked
back into the office.  Everyone was enjoying drinks before dessert and
basking in the glory of a job well done that day.  Sam walked over to Gus
and rubbed his arm.

"A couple of weeks ago when we were here for the first time, we had a bit
of a surprise.  Well, a couple of them.  First, Joe and Tank are distant
relatives and I'm sure by now you've noticed the resemblance." Gus looked
back and forth.  His mouth dropped open as did Bruce, Steve's and Dave.
"Joe's hoping he inherited the right genes to grow up like Tank some day."

"Not if I keep eating this lasagna."  Sam rolled his eyes at his lover's
inhaling of the food.

"So we have a lot to piece back together about the mysteries on Joe and
Tank's side of the family.  And then there's this."  Sam handed Gus the
picture frame and waited.  The big man studied the picture and slowly ran
his hand over the frame.  He looked up at Sam and then back at the print.
Dave sat next to him and looked over his shoulder.  His mouth dropped
open. Gus sat on the edge of the sofa with tears streaming down his face.
He slowly got up and walked over to Tank.  The two men looked deeply into
each other's eyes.

Gus tapped the picture.  "This is Ted.  He was in my unit.  You were in
another unit near us.  But you didn't look like this then.  And I was all
of maybe 19. We all got split up as things went on and got fucked up in
`Nam.  You're Joe.  I knew there was a Joe but I got injured and shipped
home.  Lost touch with so many guys. Oh god."  The two men collapsed into
each other's arms and wept.  Gus took a deep breath and turned back to Sam.
"How do you explain this Sam?"

"I talked to my father last week and in this box are copies of a bunch of
pictures I thought Tank might want, but first. This is me at about the same
age as Ted would have been then.  I'm just a little beefier from football."

Gus and Tank looked at the photo.  Gus blinked and fought back more tears.
"Holy fucking mother of...you could be twins."

"That's because I'm also related to Ted. He was an older cousin that I
didn't know very well."

Dave looked at Sam and grinned.  "Yeah, I remember.  Dad had a brother who
moved to the west coast and we never really kept in very good touch.  Our
family was not particularly close.  I never thought much of it when our
uncle died.  We didn't make the trip to the funeral, cross-country and all.
And I never connected the pieces that Ted had died in Vietnam.  I actually
remembered very little of it until now."  Dave Jr. sat next to his father
and looked at all the older men.

"You have to promise me that we won't end up a family like that."  His
father slipped his arm around his boy.

"I'll do everything in my power.  Fortunately, Sam and I don't seem to have
the same familial problems our father and his siblings had.  Even though he
is a big dork."  Sam faked a laugh back at him.

Tank walked over and knelt down in front of Dave Jr.  "But it all works out
for a reason. See we're all reconnecting so we can start as family all over
again.  That's great.  I lost Ted in Nam and never felt I had any
connection to anyone from his family since then.  I never had much info to
go on and was so distraught, I didn't try.  We can rebuild a family.
Everything is meant to be."

Sam rubbed the big man's shoulders and went back to comfort Gus.  "Looks
like your being a part of this group has a reason too.  Funny how that all
works out."  Sam rummaged through the box. He stopped to look at one every
now and then.  "There are some other ones in here that my Dad thought you
might like. He figured you didn't have much more of Ted than a war torn
memory.  So we need to get you an album."

"Sam, I don't know what to say."

"Nothing yet.  I'm not finished.  You see this west coast branch of the
family has another link.  Ted had an older brother who escaped being
drafted to Nam and tried to get his brother to move to Canada with him.
Even though John didn't need to go there to avoid the draft, he figured he
could convince Ted to go if he had a relative already there.  So, John
moved to Toronto.  I did a whole lot of searching on line and found we have
a bunch of cousins about which we didn't know. John had a ton of kids.  He
was quite prolific at having kids. Obviously the straight gene worked well
there.  I managed to dig through a bunch of stuff our Dad had buried in the
basement.  Photos and family records that came back to him when his brother
died.  That's where a lot of these pictures of Ted came from including this
one of John."  Sam handed Tank the picture and stood back.

"Fine looking man.  Good looks run in your family men.  Damn good genetics.
So what's the connection?  I'm confused."

Harley looked over his shoulder and took the picture out of his hand.  The
young man stood back a second.  His lips trembled and his hand shook.
"That's my Dad."  Tank looked back at the picture and then deep into
Harley's eyes.

"Oh my god.  But how?  You said your father worked at the Harley plant in
York, but he was living in Toronto?  I'm getting more confused by the
traveling your family did. Sam?"

Harley looked at the picture and slowly smiled.  "He moved here for a short
time for the job, then returned to Canada cause he felt it better met his
lifestyle.  Central PA was just too conservative for him.  I was actually
born in Toronto but Dad loved bikes so he named me Harley.  I felt I needed
to come to Pennsylvania when I finished college to find my ties.  And I
found you."

Tank rubbed his arm. "So Sam, you're saying that two of the men in my life,
whom I love, were related?"

Sam searched for another picture.  "All three actually."  He glanced at the
photo in his hand then handed it to Harley.

The man laughed.  "Shit.  That's me as a baby.  My mom was showing off my
big dick.  I guess on a baby it's pretty big. But?"

Tank took the pic.  "From what I've seen the dick is still pretty big." His
face clouded over and a tear slid down his face.  He pointed at the man
standing to one side in the picture.  "That's my Sam."

Harley closed his eyes and fell against Tank.  "That's my uncle on my
mother's side."

Sam giggled.  "Tank.  When you infiltrate a family you really go all out."

Tank slipped is arm around Harley and kissed the side of his head.  Most of
the men had crowded into the office den to hear the story unfold.  "I'll be
jiggered.  Every man I've loved has been related somehow.  It feels so
incestuous."

Harley pulled back a bit.  "That doesn't mean we aren't going to not...."

"Hell no, we're gonna fuck like bunnies."  A big smile spread across
Harley's face.  "Not this minute son." Harley shrugged and everyone
laughed.

"So Sam, you aren't going to tell me now that you and I are related?"

"No.  I'm still researching your and Joey's side of the family.  I thought
Dave and I had gypsies for relatives.  You guys have family everywhere.
I'll get back to you.  This stuff takes time.  I was surprised the trail
was as easy to follow once my Dad provided the first few pictures."

Tank kissed and hugged Sam.  "I will always treasure these pictures.  I
have a few from Ted and some from Sam.  I need to get them all organized
and start building a chapter with Harley."

"Exactly.  That's why I have Dave Jr. taking photos.  I thought it would be
cool to record the transformation of the cabin, especially learning what I
did.  Then Harley shows up in leather and harness and well, it just got
better.  So, guys, when Dave asks to take your picture, please let him.
You're all important to us.  We want to record this."

The rest of the evening was spent with everyone getting to know everyone
better.  Ties built through friendship are often stronger than family.  If
those ties just happen to be family, in this group, so much the better.
Everyone took responsibility for keeping Tank's place clean and organized.
By the time the last of the men made their way off to a night of not
sleeping, things were clean and spotless.

Header and Andy headed back to their cottage followed by Ken and Bill.
They watched Andy struggling with his crutches but kept things upbeat.
Still it wasn't about to stop them from an evening of sexual exploration.

Sam and Joe had offered to bunk in with someone else to give Tank and
Harley some privacy.  Harley wouldn't have it.

"I've hit a couple of speed bumps to get to the heart of this man.  I would
be honoured to have you, and Officer John and Buzz, witness our first time
together.  Yeah, I know it's sorta weird and kinky but for some really
strange reason I can't explain, I want you there."  Harley stripped and
knelt before Tank.  He unbuttoned the man's worn jeans and pulled the big
cock free.  "Sir.  I meant everything I said earlier today about being
whatever you want of me.  Right now sir, please let me serve you and
pleasure you.  IN other words sir...you gotta fuck my brains out."

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