G-village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 9 By lennoxbear@aol.com
The following is a continuation of stories with characters begun in Feelings of Security. This story contains graphic gay sex, man to man. If such material offends you, please go elsewhere. Also, sexual practices are fantasy and not an endorsement of unsafe sexual practices and are not meant to be seen as such.
Tom's face went pale with a blank look. "My parents are coming to live with us?"
"No, no. They're going to move into one of the townhouses." Eric stood behind Tom with his arms wrapped around him and his basket rubbing the hard tight butt.
"What townhouses?" Tom felt the hot hands as they began to twist and pull his downward pointing nipples.
"The ones being built in the other building, next to the apartment building on the main road." Tom's head tilted to one side. Despite the pleasure shooting through his chest, he could feel his body tensing against Eric's.
"What other building?" Eric knew Tom had been out of the loop a bit too much but fought off the temptation to continue to tease him. Eric began explaining as he nuzzled and nibbled Tom's back and shoulders while humping against the bubble butt.
"Well, you see, your father was saying how the house and yard were beginning to be too much for him and that with all that, it would be nice to move into a place that didn't require so much work. And with your grandmother moving in with them, the idea of having a place that was accessible gave me an idea. What if I built some accessible townhouses for people to live in as a transition between their current homes and, well, a nursing home?"
"Something not quite assisted living but in between?"
"Sort of, an assisted living complex will also be built in another building." Tom tilted his head to the other side and laughed.
"Just give me the whole story, don't make me drag it out of you bit by bit fucker." Tom turned and threw his arms around Eric in an attempt to tackle him but only got a big squeeze back in return."
"The idea is to begin creating a retirement village for our community. There are a lot of graying gay and lesbian people out there who will have no one to look after him or her as they get older and retire. Your mother had a whole game plan in her mind. A diverse place where everyone could live together and not have to worry about their sexual orientation."
"What about people who aren't gay who need a place to which to retire?"
"It's explained up front about the make-up of the operation, so if someone isn't opened minded enough to handle it, well, it's their choice. Your parents are working up a whole business plan with Marsh and Jack." Tom squeezed tighter. "They're going to help run the place." Tom let out a deep sign and sank deeper into Eric's massive arms.
"You are truly amazing."
"I'm going to spare you all the details, you'll learn it all in time. Besides, tomorrow is the beginning of the last two-week blitz before the contest. You need to get to bed and rest. We start two a day workouts tomorrow at 6 AM. Red will be working out with Darrell and Ron. And I think Mike and Doug will be joining the group. And we can't have sex until after the contest." A muffled "what" came from between Eric's pecs where Tom had buried his face.
"You think not having sex will give me an edge." Tom dropped to his knees in an attempt to get to Eric's bulging dick. Eric pushed him back and pulled him back to his feet.
"Oh, it'll give you an edge all right. And, if I can do it, you can do." The two men returned to the impromptu party, and ate a conservative dinner. Their friends cleared out early in respect for them and also because most of them would be facing an early return to work tomorrow.
Tom and Eric bid Mike and Doug goodnight and retired to their bedroom. Tom was oddly quiet as he got ready for bed. "So, will you have a master suite in the new house with all of the same features as this one?"
"Even better. Just wait." Tom looked around the room he had come to call home and felt an ache about leaving it behind, but as long as Eric was with him, it wouldn't matter one bit where they lived. He climbed into bed and slid on top of his master. He ground his hard cock against Eric's quickly stiffening dick and moaned.
"I told you no sex." Tom flopped lifelessly on top of the big man. "Two weeks will fly by, you'll see."
"What about cuddling?"
"We can cuddle all you want, fondle all you want, have plenty of bodily contact, you just can't cum. And we can't, won't fuck." Tom signed deeply, slid to his side and pulled the massive arm over top of him. He signed another deep mournful sigh as he pulled Eric's big cock between his thighs. He was asleep within minutes. Eric woke him at 5 AM with a handful of supplements and a protein shake. "Wake up pump boy. We have to be at the gym at 6 AM if we are to use our time wisely." Tom watched Eric pull on workout clothes and sleepily sat on the edge of the bed. He watched Eric adjust his orange sized balls in the spandex shorts and swallowed hard. Two weeks. Fuck!
The gym wasn't particularly crowded at 6 AM. There was a regular crowd but it wasn't a time when the heavy lifters were normally around. The regulars didn't know what to make of it when an army of muscle men invaded the free weight room. Eric led the armada with Tom, Red, Darrell, Ron, Mike and Doug. All were hot men in their own way but Tom and Red were the two on whom all focus was placed. Mike handed them a packet of info with every minute of their time mapped out for the next two weeks. Well, almost every minute. There was some time for them to work but actually very little. Eric made sure Tom would be dedicating all of his energy to the workout and upcoming contest. He was positive either Tom or Red would take it all. Dell had set up menus and food for them and all of their friends were vowing to make this happen.
The workout routines were heavy and intense, and the menu was organized to make them as ripped as could be. Tom Pratt would be stopping by to monitor their health and hydration. Nothing was left for granted. Someone would be with them every minute of the day to keep them on track. While their buddies lifted, Tom and Red did 20 minutes of cardio as warm-up and then, with Mike and Eric directing them, the weight onslaught began. The four men pumped iron for an hour and a half working two body parts. They would work another body part in the afternoon along with more cardio.
The two competitors sat on a bench drenched with sweat and gasping for breath. Their bodies were swollen with muscle growth and, despite the pain, they felt good. Really good.
"OK pups, off to the showers." Eric led them back to the locker room with Mike following behind and Doug following in the distance with a glassy look. He had tried to keep pace but the routine damned near killed him.
Tom bumped against Red. "Tell me Red, did you get the same no-sex for two weeks edict that I did?"
"I don't want to think about it."
Eric scooped Tom into his arms and kissed him deep and long in the middle of the locker room. Mike and Red were off to the employee locker room, while Doug sat on a bench wheezing in the members' locker room. Darrell and Ron were already showering and hurrying to get to work. Eric licked sweat from Tom's neck and shoulders and massaged the thick arms and pecs. Tom stood with his head back; eyes closed and relished the touch of the hot man. Their huge baskets touched and sent sparks through Tom's body.
"I gotta get home to shower, left my work clothes there. Doug will make sure you get home OK. Then Marsh and Jack take over to be sure you behave yourself."
"Oh fuck, you're going to leave me here with my nuts aching and my dick about to go ballistic with those two horny nutcases?"
"I told you no sex. I mean no sex. Remember that I pay them, they do what I ask. Go shower. I'll see ya later for the afternoon workout. Love ya." Eric bounded away before Tom could grab him. He plodded toward the employee locker room only to find Red face down on a bench lightly snoozing. Hard dieting had reduced Red's small waist even more thus making the massive bubble muscle butt more pronounced. Tom dropped between Red's legs and buried his face between the sweaty cheeks.
"Did they say anything about our having sex with each other?" Tom stripped off his wet shorts and muzzled his fuck monster in the deep crack.
"I won't tell if you don't." Red spread his butt cheeks to accommodate more of the thick shaft between them.
Tom was about to weaken and fuck the hungry man when Mike walked back into the room.
"Now, what did Eric tell you two horndogs? Hit the showers boys, no sex, no cumming." Mike joined the two muscle studs in the shower as they attempted to regain control of their urges. He sat in the locker room and watched as they got dressed and then headed upstairs to have breakfast in the cafe with Dell. As the door swung closed behind them, Mike slumped on the bench and whimpered. Doug walked in and thought he was sick. "I'm not sick, that is if you don't count being around those two sex freaks inducing extreme horniness. Come here." Doug walked across the room into Mike's arms. The large muscle man had Doug naked and the locker room door locked from the inside in less than a minute. He lay on the bench and begged Doug to fuck him.
Doug stood above the lean muscular man. "Hmmm, maybe the no sex for two weeks is a good idea." Mike's head shot around to find Doug standing between his spread legs and lubing his enormous schlong. "But not for us." He pushed Mike back down and buried his tongue deep into the former porn star's hard-as-rock glutes. "Oh man, Mike, you taste so fucking good." Doug licked the clenching butt and massaged the tight flesh then began rimming the hot hole as if he would never get another chance to do so. Mike lay on the bench, his hands holding the leg of the bench to keep from being pushed off by Doug's urgent tonguing. Doug's fingers kneaded the thick quads and calves of the stud pup as his tongue hit every hot spot. Mike was moaning and drooling as he begged to be fucked. Doug stood up, grabbed his 11-inch marble tool and pushed the head into the waiting ass. A long deep breath of air followed as the fat tool filled the muscle man's butt. Doug wrapped his newly muscled arms around Mike and the bench and began humping the horny man. All Mike could do was make grunts, groans and moans as his ass was fucked harder than the two had ever done. Each slam sent ripples through the taunt flesh. The men struggled to remain on the bench as their sweat sent them sliding along the smooth varnish of the wood. Doug began slamming harder and with less frequency as he approached release. He clenched his jaw and filled his lover's ass with hot juice that oozed out of the stretched hole. The two men lay panting on the bench then slowly got up and kissed. Doug sat panting on the bench next to Mike.
"I need another shower." Mike nodded in agreement. They grabbed towels and unlocked the door. Leaning in the doorway were Tom and Eric, smiling evilly.
"So much for that what's good for the goose shit. And you're supposed to be watching us?" Both men laughed and pushed their buddies toward the showers. Mike and Doug were sprayed with cold water until they screamed uncle and promised to not have sex so close to the workout or to Tom and Red.
The next two weeks were spent in agonizing workouts, tons of work around their gay village and endless pleads of sex from Tom and Red. Eric, Darrell and Ron stood their ground. They kept up with the cuddling, fondling and heavy bodily contact but never let their boys drop their loads. Eric bought a new electronic cock ring for Tom but only used it sparingly. Tom's nuts were so full of juice he began to worry about the fit of his posing strap for the contest. Red kept himself so busy working around the gym that Richard and Dell found the time to take a couple of days off.
Finally, the day before the contest arrived. Tom and Red ate breakfast at the cafe under Dell's watchful eye. Every move as the two men ate and chatted sent ripples of sexual movement through their immense bodies. The two men got up from the counter to head to work as Dell and Richard watched. Both men wore tight black denim shorts and tank tops. The clothes did nothing to hide the perfection of their forms. Weigh-in for the contest was at 4 PM. The gang planned to leave for Chicago at noon. Richard had polled the gym members to determine if they would mind if the gym closed early on the day of the contest. Surprisingly enough, very few people complained. Most expressed regret at not being able to make the trek to Chicago to see the two buddies compete.
Tom did some quick work in the office then headed home to pack what few things he had planned to take. He walked into the entryway to find his suitcase already packed and waiting. Another bag contained everything he would need for the contest. He found Eric napping on the sofa in the den. He knelt down and lightly kissed the man. Eric woke up and rolled to his side to hug Tom. Tom jerked as Eric accidentally rolled onto the remote control for the cock ring.
"You know, you're really making me nervous about that thing tonight. Very nervous." Eric hugged him close and squeezed the tiny waist.
"Sorry, that time was an accident, however, tonight, wellllllllllllllllllll. Anything you need to do to prepare?" Tom slumped against him and sighed.
"No. Never in a million years would I ever have believed I would be built this big and competing in a contest. Never in a million years would I have expected to have someone like you in my life. Thank you sir."
"Thank you. I know you'll make me proud. Guess we need to hit the road." Eric loaded their suitcases into the Lincoln and the two lovers took off to a beef fest. Tom reclined the seat and snoozed on the trip. The hotel check-in was quick and efficient. Several of their buddies were already waiting in the lobby. Tom smiled graciously but admitted to Kyle and Mark he had monsters inside for butterflies. He cornered Red in the elevator and hugged him close. Red trembled.
"I don't know about you but I am wondering why I ever decided to do this. Let alone compete against my best friend." They walked to their respective rooms and wished each other luck. Tom stood in front of the mirror and stripped. He moved through his posing routine and watched his naked reflection. The hours of tanning had paid off. He would need far less tanning dye to look good onstage. Eric entered as Tom worked his way through the mandatory poses. Eric stretched out on the sofa in the corner of the room to watch. He called out poses and watched as Tom fluidly moved from one to another. Vic and Joe had coached the boys on their posing routines and their work certainly shone through. Tom tried on several posing straps to get Eric's opinion. He knew from the rise of the basket which ones worked best. As he practiced his routine again, this time in a posing strap, he felt the familiar buzz of the electronic cock ring around his manhood. A side pose displayed the swelling balls and thick cock. It was just enough jolt to make his strap pull down but not enough to make him erect. He stood and stared at Eric.
"What? You want me to give you a bigger dose?"
"NO! I don't want my dick boinging hard out of my strap. It's obscene enough already without you getting your jollies."
"Boinging?" Eric laughed at Tom's growing dick. It suddenly popped out of the strap and stood proud and straight from his shaved body. He walked over and stroked it lightly. The men embraced in a deep passionate kiss. "And besides, I intend on getting my jollies when this contest is over."
Tom hung on to the bigger man. "So do I." At 3:45, the two men headed for the auditorium and the weigh in. Red smiled enthusiastically from across the room. Darrell and Ron informed them he had just made heavyweight which was good since the light-heavy category was huge and going to be the fiercest competition. Red came running over to hug Tom. He was so excited his semi-hard dick almost flopped free of the tiny posing strap.
"So, short stuff, you came in as a heavyweight, eh?"
"Yeah, great huh? At this weight I am one of the smaller ones but I am the most shredded from what I have seen. Pre-judging is tomorrow morning at 9 AM. I'm really pumped for this and I know what would really relieve the stress." Darrell, Ron and Eric bellowed "no" in unison. Tom and Red both rolled their eyes and sighed. Red's strap was straining to contain his fat cock. I think I better put my sweat pants back on before I give them a real show." Tom let out a long breath and pulled off his sweats.
"Well, guys, time to weigh in." The big man in the tiny black posing strap wandered down the aisle to the stage and the scale. Other contestants in the auditorium watched as Tom strolled confidently to the scale. Heads turned and the room got quieter as he registered and received his number, 12. Red mumbled something about that being the dick size when soft. Tom stepped onto the scale and felt a low-level buzz in his nuts. Damned Eric. It was just enough to make his nuts swell slightly and his dick stir. The posing strap pulled lower. Tom stepped down and the staff shook his hand. One of the crew, a large beefy musclebear of a man stared blatantly. Tom smiled and shook his hand. The guy's eyes surveyed all of Tom's perfect torso and the ample basket. He watched as Tom returned to his friends and Eric put his arm around him. The man's jaw dropped when he saw Eric and realized there was someone in the audience even bigger than Tom.
"So guys, my boy Tom here came in at super-heavyweight, only six contestants. I think that's good odds." Eric beamed with pride. His basket beamed with lust. "Let's go for dinner." Tom Pratt and Dan joined the men and watched Red and Tom's diet carefully. He then asked them both for a few moments to check them over to be sure they weren't dehydrated and in danger of cramping or passing out. He gave them explicit instructions on what to eat and drink the rest of the time. Dan sat on the sofa with Eric and watched.
"By the way, we have a party organized tomorrow night at my restaurant when we all get back." Eric looked up. "MY turn buddy." Eric was about to protest about not paying when Dan twisted a large protruding nipple. "Don't go there. You've given everyone so much, we can throw you a party if we want." Pratt walked over and pulled Dan to his feet. Eric asked if he was all right and he smiled feebly.
"Oh the boys are in excellent shape, I've never seen two men built to such perfection. We need to go back to our room." Dan looked concerned but Tom simply groped his hard cock cramping his jeans. "I'm a doctor but those two muscle freaks make me forget my oath. Come on Danny, you're about to get very lucky. Uh, we won't be joining you for later for drinks."
Darrell, Ron and Red soon left to get some rest. Tom was in the bathroom checking out his tan and deciding how much if any artificial colour he needed. Eric was stretched naked on the bed when he returned. He was propped up against a couple of pillows with his big cock flopped over one huge thigh. Tom slid between the spread legs and slowly kissed his way up Eric's muscular chest. He kissed every muscle and traced each cut with his tongue. His teeth and tongue gave each long nip a bit more attention, Eric moaned with pleasure. Tom felt Eric tapping his hip with his hard dick.
Tom chuckled. "Is someone wanting to break the code of no sex until this is over?" Eric rolled him to his back and lay on top of Tom.
"No. But not being able to do everything I want to do has made me realize how much I love you and need you even more." He wrapped his fingers in Tom's hands and played with the ring he had given Tom. "Are you going to wear that on stage? A lot of guys try to avoid jewelry when posing."
"I know, but I am wearing this. It's part of who I am and reminds me that I am committed to you. And belong to you." The two lovers spent an hour kissing and exploring each other's body. Hot hands kneaded hard muscle. Eric's tongue licked Tom's smooth skin from top to bottom. Not an inch of Tom's body was left untouched. His nerves felt on fire as Eric masterfully played his body like the fine instrument it was. His master never once touched Tom's throbbing cock. Tom used every ounce of his concentration to keep from sending his cum across the room. Tom felt the tension flow from his hard worked muscles. He looked down to watch as Eric flexed Tom's legs. Tom's cock was standing straight out from his body larger and more swollen then he ever thought possible. It had become a deep reddish purple in need of release. As Eric made love to Tom's feet, the younger man felt his whole body electrify as all of his skin began to tingle and glow. Pre-cum flowed from his shaft like water from a faucet. Eric never touched it and held Tom's hands away from his cock. Tom moaned and whined. Eric only kissed him more passionately before falling asleep wrapped tightly in each other's arms. Tom was up early to shave and get ready for pre-judging. Eric showered and stood with the towel wrapped around him as Tom examined his tan. "I think I need a bit more, don't you?" Eric nodded, pulled on latex gloves and began smoothing tanning lotion onto Tom's huge muscles. He blended the color from the neck down, massaging the lotion into every muscular nook and cranny.
Thirty minutes later Tom was perfectly tanned and ready. Eric stood in the bathroom, naked with a raging hardon. Tom looked at the clock and pulled on a pair of latex gloves. He began tanning Eric's massive physique. When they reported for pre-judging, people saw two well-tanned muscleheadz. Eric sat next to Darrell and Ron and whispered that thanks to Tom, his dick was now darker than theirs. The two beefy black men groaned and looked down at Eric's jeans.
"You two didn't have sex with the tanning stuff did you?"
"Oh yeah, but neither of us dropped a load. I am so fucking horny I may cum watching Tom pose. How are you guys doing?" Darrell took Eric's hand and placed it on his hard cock.
"It's been like that for nearly two hours, don't ever suggest this no-sex thing again." The three men were joined by their crew of buddies and applauded heartily for the competitors as they moved through the mandatory pre-judging poses. Red and Tom's appearances gave rise to boisterous noise from the muscle gang and caused others in the audience to turn to look. There were 15 competitors in Red's class and all were quality physiques. Only the top ten would make it to the evening show to perform their posing routines. Red finished the prejudging, pulled on sweats and took a seat between Darrell and Ron to watch Tom's class. Final decisions would not be posted until all the pre-judging was completed. Red glanced at Eric with a puzzled look.
"Is he OK?"
"Don't get too close. It could be another Mt. St. Helen's there."
"Ooohhh."
"Stop it pig."
Tom chose the same black posing strap for pre-judging and only reacted slightly when the familiar buzzing started in the electronic cock ring. He hit his poses with even more determination to keep from reacting to the warm feeling flooding his balls. His balls, however, swelled slightly and created a hot erotic silhouette when he hit his side-triceps poses. His buddies' eyes opened wide at the erotic pose and looked at Eric. The big man's face was tense and a slight sheen of perspiration covered his shaved head.
Darrell looked down at Eric's crotch then leaned toward Red. "Maybe we should move in case that thing blows."
The six men in the super heavyweight class were monsters of muscle but it was obvious that Tom was the biggest. He was shredded and ripped to perfection as he hit his poses. All six would perform that evening. No points were reported on Tom's class, but Eric felt confident Tom had it wrapped up. Red bounced gleefully as he made the cut and came out in what they figured to be the top five. The short muscle pup was charged with energy and his lovers joked about controlling him for the evening show.
Following pre-judging the men collected for a light lunch. Tom and Red both wanted to rest and relax before the evening show. They excused themselves as their friends lingered over lunch. Eric found a naked Tom sleeping peacefully on a sheet thrown over the bed. He stripped and curled around the sleeping form. A contented Tom moaned happily.
The competitors had to report for final check-in at six with the show beginning at seven. The pump room was a sea of hard bodies of all heights all prepping for the final presentation. Men gladly helped each other with tanning lotions and oil. Red worked hard to perfect his routine to keep from getting horny over the nearly naked men. Occasionally a man would drop his posing strap to change into another one and Red would let out a low whimper. Ron watched the pitbull's crotch to gauge the reaction.
"You aren't going to pop a woody on stage tonight are you?"
"I can't promise that, look at all theses hot men. Give me strength." The men took seats in the auditorium to watch the contest until it was their time to report again to the pump room. A few rows behind Eric and his group were the rest of their muscle buds all wearing tanks or pullovers with the Dog Pound Gym logo. About halfway back in the house another group of 20 gym members who made the trip sat and anxiously awaited the appearance of the two beefy boyz from the gym. If nothing else it was good advertising for the gym. Eric showed Red the ad he had purchased in the program with a picture of he and Tom. The ad not only sold the gym but also reeked of the hot sexuality of the two men.
The first few classes moved quickly and efficiently with Darrell and Ron tracking and evaluating the competition for the overall winner. They were sure Tom and Red would be competing and wanted to be able to tell them the other contestant's weak points. Red went back to the pumproom to get ready with Tom following to help. Red adjusted his strap as Tom touched up his tan and oil. Tom didn't feel it was even enough over the back and butt to the hamstrings. Red shrugged his shoulders and dropped his strap. Tom sucked in a quick breath and muttered oh holy fuck under his breath as he smoothed Red's skin coloring.
"Uh, uh, Tom.....you need to stop, please, oh fuck.... I'm getting hard, don't do that anymore."
"I'm not doing anything but touching you." Red pulled his strap back up and adjusted his basket. He was due next on stage.
"That's all it takes from you. You do know, that no matter what happens onstage tonight, I love you." The two friends locked eyes.
"I know. I love you too." He smiled softly. "Not as much as Eric but I can't imagine not having you as a friend. Knock them dead shorty." They hugged as Red turned to walk to center stage. He set his feet on his mark, posed and waited for his music. And waited, and waited. Tom watched as the music person struggled to get the tape back to the mark after screwing up the cue. Darrell and Ron sat in the audience and muttered.
"Well, so much for the perfect music, but if they give points for basket, wellllllllll." Ron looked up to watch as Red's yellow strap filled with his thick fat cock. Lower and lower.
To be continued.......comments, suggestions? lennoxbear@aol.com