To Folsum and Beyond, part 6 by lennoxbear@aol.com
While Eric and Tom amused themselves alone in their bedroom, hard dicks surrounded Red. The group had retired to the basement playroom after dinner. The horny group was eager to get going. They had all stripped before they hit the door. Darrell and Ron sandwiched their partner between them and rubbed their hot hands over the short man's thick, beefy body. Red was busy grabbing cocks and sucking nipples when the other four men stepped over to join the threesome. Red fell to his knees and took turns sucking the variety of hard cocks in the circle around him. Darrell had the biggest one there and it would have to be saved for last in Red's mind. He started sucking balls and fondling cocks as the heat in the room rose with the drive of the horny group. Mark groped Kyle's solid butt and pushed him forward. Ron was soon sucking on Kyle's tight asshole. The tongue in his hole forced his dick further down Red's throat until Red moved to the next man promising equal time for everyone. He was in hog heaven sucking dick, fondling big cum-filled balls and fingering buttholes, as men kissed all around him. Asses were being fingered deeper and nipples sucked as the seven men rubbed their bodies together in one large massive muscle machine. Darrell and Ron reached down and pulled Red to his feet and off Jack's swollen cock. Jack looked hurt.
"Don't worry buddy, that's going right up the redman's ass. He's a hot little number and eager to please." They placed Red in the sling and adjusted it so his legs were up and apart giving everyone easy access to his well-worked hole. His head was lowered so he could suck dick easily and so that the men could get to his nipples and dick. Jack slipped on a condom and lubed the shiny cock. It slid into Red's quivering hole without so much as a gasp from the sweating man.
"Man these thighs are fucking huge, there almost as big around as Red is tall. Makes for good cushion when fucking this tasty butt. Really hot slamming up against them." Jack slammed the pink hard butt and Red groaned.
The men took turns fucking Red before Mark bent Kyle over the table and started another fuck group working on his lover's ass. Darrell stood between Red's legs and smiled at the panting man.
"Looks like you and I have to finish this little project." He smiled at his partner as Red jacked Ron's fat cock. Darrell knelt down and sucked Red's swollen balls into his hot mouth. Red threw his head back and groaned. Ron seized the opportunity to shove his own dick into Red's empty mouth and attached tit clamps to the erect nipples. The two muscled black men fucked their lover from both ends and soon had a strong rhythm going. Red was soon gushing cum all over his thickly defined abs. Marsh and Jack stepped over after fucking Kyle. Red stroked their dicks back to full erection. He squeezed the two cocks until their loads also splashed onto his chest and abs. Ron played with the titclamps a bit and Red's cock sent several more streams of hot cum across his convulsing stomach. Darrell helped him from the sling and Red fell to his knees as his legs buckled. Ron went to help him up but Red took advantage of the opportunity and began sucking their cocks all over again. Red's cock was up and hard again as his lovers rubbed their swollen dicks on his stubbled face.
Mark walked over to the happy threesome. "Hey, what's a fella have to do to get a dick up his ass?" Darrell and Ron just smiled and pulled Mark between them. Ron bent down and pulled Red to his feet by the base of his cock. They bent Mark over a table and lubed his tight hole. Red's dick was aimed at his butt and Ron guided it in to he base of the huge, red fur covered balls. Then he slid his own cock up Red's ass and slammed hard. Darrell flicked the ends of the titclamps that were still hanging from Red's erect nipples. Mark held onto the table for dear life as Kyle fed his dick into his lover's hot mouth. The twinges of pain from the clamps had Red bucking like he would never fuck ass again. Darrell pinched the clamps and removed them from the hot red nips. Red screamed and shot a load the length of Mark's back in to the hair on the back of his neck. Red fell across the sweaty back and panted as Ron left his own cum trail on the pitbull's wide shoulders. Darrell stepped back and slumped to the floor against the wall.
"Fellow fuckers, I am depleted." Red sat in between his thick quads and rested his head on the big man's chest. Kyle helped Mark clean himself up with a towel and went to get beers for everyone. Ron got towels for his lovers and flopped to the floor next to Darrell. The men sat in a little group and quietly enjoyed the post fuck quiet.
"Too bad Eric and Tom didn't join us." Red leaned his head back against Darrell.
"I don't think he's feeling up to group activity." Ron took a long drink from his beer bottle.
"You think he's going to be OK?"
"Don't know. He's very pale and seems to be tired and weak, not something we are used to seeing in that muscle monster."
"Well, then let's hope for the best."
The men squeezed into guestrooms, and sofas, wherever there was a space available. The next morning Marsh and Jack were performing their typical breakfast miracle as Tom and Eric wandered down from their bed. Tom looked quiet in a snug T-shirt and jeans and Eric was more comfortable in a big bathrobe. Tom poured himself a cup of coffee as Eric struck up a conversation with Red about the gym job.
Marsh whispered to Tom, "How did you guys sleep last night?"
"Not very well, I'm afraid, someone is till running a fever and tossed and turned all night. I felt like I was sleeping on a trampoline. I'm going to call Tom later. You guys going to take turns working here this week?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Eric wants me to go to Chicago with Red and line up equipment for the gym. I thought I would ask Kyle and Mark to stay over night, that way someone would be here to keep an eye on him. Something's not right and I can't figure out what, I don't think it's an infection from the appendix operation. Something else we are over looking is causing this. He was fine until late on the evening we did the wine country trip."
"Well, make sure you have our cell phone numbers and we'll keep in touch. Try not to worry. Did you guys fool around last night?"
"Oh yeah. That dick still works and it's like having a big, white-hot steel rod up my ass, what a turn on. But he has no energy after we finish. By the way, we heard you guys all the way upstairs. Who screamed?"
"Red. Titclamps, big dicks, it was fun."
Tom sighed, "I just want him back to normal soon." Marsh watched as Tom's eyes teared up and he walked out of the kitchen to the TV room. Marsh picked up a bottle of wine they had purchased and walked upstairs to the office.
Eric had filled Red in on the Chicago trip. Jack had scheduled appointments with several exercise equipment reps and some other companies from which they were interested in purchasing merchandise. He also had them scheduled to meet with an interior designer in town here but who would meet them in Chicago to discuss colour schemes and interior floor plans. Red was excited and had Eric laughing with all of his questions. Eric rubbed his shaved head and turned to ask Darrell if he was always this eager and puppy like.
"Yep, we keep papers on the floor."
Ron stopped eating breakfast to look at the two men. "We keep towels on the floor. This is one sex crazy dude. I think my dick is permanently bent."
"It was bent when I met you." Darrell squeezed Ron's big pecs.
"You ought to know, you bent it. This guy packs more muscle and sex into that little frame than anyone else I have ever met." Red's face went red to contrast with his goatee. He got up to pour himself another cup of coffee and Darrell patted his muscle butt as he walked by.
"Best thing that has ever happened to us in San Francisco." Eric laughed then started coughing. He sat for a few seconds waiting to catch his breath. Red came back over and sat down next to him. He and Darrell exchanged glances.
"Can we take a couple of minutes and go upstairs to the office and go over a couple of things for the gym with Tom. Eric got up to get more coffee.
"Sure, but don't you think you should eat something?"
"I'm not very hungry right now. I'll have a protein shake in a bit." Red followed him upstairs. Eric stopped to get Tom on the way up and flopped into the desk chair. Marsh was just finishing with a call. He handed Red a packet of information and explained that at some point he needed to complete all the forms to be employed by his company. If he had any questions, Marsh would answer them. He thought that maybe they could do the paperwork tomorrow morning before he and Tom left for Chicago. He handed them both agendas for the week with meetings and addresses outlined. Then he handed Red an envelope and smiled.
"You never even asked me what I was going to pay you to do this job, or what, if any benefits there were. I could be treating you as slave labour, for all you know."
Red looked back at him and chuckled. "You're right, I didn't. I was just so happy to have someone offer me a job and feel like part of a family." He opened the envelope and scanned the benefit sheet, then read the letter offering the job and salary level.
"Marsh and Jack did the research. I have faith in what they proposed and hope you find it acceptable." A big smile spread across Red's face.
"This is more than generous. I won't disappoint you."
"From what we learned about you, I don't think you will. Now, as for the two of you alone in Chicago. I don't care if you two fuck each other senseless, but Tom here, has a habit of getting drunk and picking up strange men." Tom blushed. "And, I called Bill and Steve. They are expecting to at least have dinner with you one night. I don't doubt one of you will end up as dessert. They're good guys, I trust them and I trust you, but always be careful."
"Don't worry, we will." Tom teased Eric and leaned against Red's back. "We'll take good care of each other."
"And no missing appointments because you were too busy fucking." Eric stood up and Red walked over to hug him. He felt the heat emanating through the heavy robe. He could see Tom's concern on his face as he turned around. "Now, I need to get something to eat. Let's go back downstairs." The three men rejoined the others eating breakfast and enjoying coffee. By 1:00 PM, Eric and Tom were alone curled up together on the TV room sofa.
"This is like it was when we first met, a year ago. Sorta like it when it's just the two of us. Then I can grope you all I want."
"You do that anyway horndog." Eric felt Tom's cool hands roam over his muscles and rest on the big, soft tool. The light stroking made it slowly start to grow.
"How do you feel?"
"Good now, mmmmm."
"Not your dick."
"I don't know, I don't understand what the problem is. I can't tell if there is an infection from the appendix thing or something else. Tom is doing more tests this week, I hope they find something. I hate being this tired and weak. I don't have energy to do very much and sometimes I get really strange pains in my stomach and chest."
"You've discussed all of this with Tom?" Tom snuggled in close to let Eric rest his head on his lap.
"Yeah, he's working hard, I just, we both just need to be patient. How are you with all of this?"
"I'm concerned and a bit scared."
"So am I." He turned over and rested on Tom's lap, wrapping his arms around his thick legs.
Monday morning, Tom packed for Chicago making sure he had clothes for business, casual and the gym. He had called Bill and Steve to make arrangements for dinner and to hook up for workouts. He heard Red arrive and go into the office with Marsh to complete the paperwork. He walked in and said good morning then went to the kitchen for breakfast and to pack all the supplements he would need for the trip. Eric was sitting in the corner drinking orange juice. Tom kissed him on the head and felt how warm he was.
"Is Dr. Pratt coming over today?"
"No, Marsh is taking me over to his office at the hospital for more tests. He told Marsh that yesterday. Guess he has another idea of what might be wiping me out."
"Good let's hope he's right. Anything you want we to bring you from Chicago?"
"Nope, just you and Red and lots of hot new exercise equipment." Eric walked over, wrapped his arms around Tom and kissed him. His hands rubbed the thick back and settled on the massive bubble butt. "Do we have time for a quick fuck before you leave?" He had Tom's cock in his hand through the jeans. Tom started to moan. Eric's big shaft was poking out of the front of his bathrobe. Tom slowly stroked the soft velvety cock. They heard Marsh and Red coming down the steps and collected their poise.
"OK, all set. Red is now officially one of your employees." Marsh poured himself a cup of coffee and stood behind Tom. Red walked over to shake Eric's hand as Marsh bent over and whispered into Tom's ear. "By the looks of that basket, I'd say that cock has to be throbbing by now." He rubbed Tom's blushing head and handed him a list of phone numbers to keep in contact. Tom and Red gathered the rest of their stuff and packed Tom's truck. Eric had gone back upstairs to get dressed for his doctor's appointment. Marsh helped them carry their bags to the truck.
"I talked with Tom Pratt yesterday and he is going to do a ton of tests on Eric today to get to the bottom of this weird problem. Don't worry, things will be OK." He kissed them both and walked back into the house to see what was keeping Eric.
Tom and Red chatted on the drive to Chicago as if they were life-long friends. Red told him all about being a threesome with Darrell and Ron. He explained, in intimate detail, their sex life and soon had Tom squirming in the driver's seat. He also confessed his feelings for Tom and Eric. Tom just smiled and squeezed the huge thigh sitting next to him. They checked into their hotel and got comfortable in the room. Tom called Bill and Steve to set a time for a workout as Red played with his basket. By the time Tom finished leaving a message at home for Eric and Marsh, Red had his dick out of his jeans and down his throat. The two young muscle pups stripped and spent the next three hours fucking each other into a sweaty, cum-covered mess. They had to shower in order to meet Bill and Steve at the gym.
They met the two beefy, muscleheads at the gym and promptly worked up another sweat. The four men looked like various clones of each other, all with shaved heads, goatees and more muscle than any two average men did. Bill and Red pushed them through a hard, heavy-duty two-hour workout. When they were finished all four were sitting on the benches in the locker room dripping sweat and pondering the option of not showering. The mention of food made them get up and strip. No self-respecting restaurant would want them. The shower set up in this gym only housed three showerheads. One missing showerhead was not about to stop the four horsecocks of the Olympus set from showering together, and having as much fun in the water, as they did in the gym. A couple of Bill and Steve's usual gym buddies came into the shower area at the wrong time and were also pulled into the fun. The manager finally had to come and see what all the whooping and hollering was about and ended up stripped and wet.
The group finished their shower routine and got dressed in order to go to dinner. Bill and Steve suggested a local diner that had a huge gay following and the four squeezed into a booth. Their camaraderie soon had everyone in the restaurant staring and laughing. The waiter, an athletic beefy young man, was all but stripped and thrown on the table for sex. He had as much fun working their table as they did razzing him. He left with a very substantial tip.
As they walked back to Red and Tom's hotel room, they filled Bill and Steve in on the activities of the week and the companies they were going to go see. One in particular set off a warning bell for Bill. He had crossed paths with the guy who owned the company a couple of times and didn't trust him. He offered good equipment at a reasonable price but was slow on the delivery. Bill didn't understand how he stayed in business except for the rumours that the guy also dabbled in drugs and slavery.
Tom tilted his head and gave Bill the confused dog look. Bill explained that there were men out there, usually foreign men, who would pay good money for a bodybuilder to be their sex slave. Several promising bodybuilders had disappeared from the gay community only to show up a year later. They had been shot full of steroids, their health wrecked and further complicated because they were forcibly hooked on drugs. Bill didn't trust this guy and offered to go to the appointment with them. They felt they could handle it and would be on the lookout for any trouble. Tom thought if they kept the visit short and focused on purchasing equipment, it would be safe to go. Bill insisted they call him the minute they returned to their hotel tomorrow to set up a workout time and to let them know they were OK. Red promised.
Red was hot for a shot at the two huge muscle men and soon had all four of them naked and in a pile on the bed. While Tom and Red lay on their sides kissing - long, hard and deep, Bill and Steve took turns fucking them until they were soaked with cum. After Bill and Steve left to go home, Red snuggled next to Tom and slowly sensuously worked his nipples. Red rolled onto his back pulling Tom on top of him but not breaking their lip lock. He wrapped his super huge quads around Tom's waist and guided Tom's cock into his butt. Since they had gotten off once already, it was along slow fuck session that ended with Tom pulling out and shooting cum up over Red onto the headboard and Red filling the cuts between his abs with thick goo. Tom got their towels, already heavy with the loads from before and lay on the bed while Red wiped him off.
Tom called home and got a tired Eric on the phone. Eric explained the entire test Dr. Pratt put him through that day and that it would be a day or two before they had any results. Kyle and Mark were there like the good watch dogs Tom talked them into being. Tom knew Eric was only teasing him and appreciated his concern. Eric kept the conversation short. He was exhausted and wanted to get some sleep.
Red then took his turn at calling Darrell and Ron. Tom didn't hear any of the conversation as he flipped through the TV channels, but whatever was said soon had Red's dick erect and Red slowly stroking it. Tom, not one to miss an opportunity, slipped between his roomie's legs and swallowed the beercan-sized dick. Before he had even much chance to enjoy Red's musky male smell, cum was hitting the back of his throat and he was struggling not to drown. He rolled over onto his back and lay on the bed beside Red. Red hung up the phone and crawled on top of Tom.
"You didn't have to do that but it felt really hot." Tom lay there gurgling as if he was drowning. Red pulled on Tom's nipple rings and then rested his head on his buddy's chest. Tom pulled a cover over them and they dozed off. Neither one woke until about 2:00 AM when Tom turned off the TV and lights and pulled the sleeping pibull muscle head up next to him. The alarm clock at 7 AM woke them from their entanglement.
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