Feelings of Security

G-Village....Build It, They Will cum, part 17 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 Pratt took advantage of the few minutes he had before Red arrived and grabbed a quick shower. Or so he thought. He was toweling dry when a nurse came in with another patient chart from admissions. The male nurse tried to avert his eyes from the big man's naked body but was having obvious difficulty. Pratt looked quickly at the admission form and thanked him. The nurse, red-faced and flustered, quickly scurried out of the office. The doctor pulled on clean underwear and sat down at his desk, towel around his shoulders. A quick conversation with the doctor on duty in admissions confirmed what he had suspected. He sat looking at the four charts and held his head. He was muttering about a full moon when Red stuck his head into the office.

"Hey, doc. You wanted to see me."

Pratt looked up and realized he was not dressed. "Oh yeah, Red, thanks for coming down. Come on in. I apologize. I was in the middle of showering and changing when another patient was admitted. Have a seat while I dress." Red walked in with Ron following behind.

"Do you mind? Ron came with me, for support. He can wait out side if that is a problem." Tom shook his head no and waved them in to sit down. They watched as he pulled on scrubs and shoes. The tight cotton shirt stretched over the big pecs as he bounced into his chair and sighed deeply. He hated this part especially when it was a personal friend of whom he was fond.

"Red, your reports came back and they aren't exactly clean. First, the moles we removed are borderline melanoma and fall into the malignant lesion category. That means, we need to do a follow-up exam with another dermatologist, I also recommend additional blood tests and x-rays. We can't schedule that tonight but I suggest you do so in the morning. You are, and you aren't, at risk but the sooner we make plans to deal with all of this, the better."

Red sat in silence. Ron put his arm around the broad shoulders and hugged him. "I'll make sure he does what you say doc."

"So I'm not going to die?" Red's voice broke as he talked.

"No, I don't think so, but melanoma is nothing with which to fool. You are very much at risk for having severe problems if you don't follow our advice. I don't think anything has spread, but we need the additional tests to confirm everything is clean. In addition to the tests, we need to go back into the effected area and excise more tissue, do another biopsy and insure that we did indeed remove the nasty varmint."

"But this thing has hardly healed, I still have stitches."

"I know, but things being what they are with schedules, you may no sooner get the stitches removed than we have to cut again, I'm sorry buddy."

"But by doing this, Doc, he stands a good chance of getting a clean bill of health?" Ron's face was calm and clear. The feelings he obviously felt for Red showed in his eyes. Pratt agreed.

"However." Red's shoulders sank. "These other lumps are not coming back in the report as cancerous but are something we should remove. Better to be safe than sorry."

"Are you saying there is a chance one of the lumps where you didn't take a sample could be malignant?"

"There is that possibility." Red looked at Ron and took a deep jagged breath. The young man who had been through so many abusive situations was showing signs of being scared.

Ron draped his meaty arm over Red's shoulders. "I'll make sure he follows through and makes the calls to schedule the appointments tomorrow morning first thing. Come on buddy, let's get home so Tom can also get home."

Tom watched the two men walk down the hallway and out the door. He picked up another chart from his desk. "Next."

Ron and Red drove home in silence. Darrell had gotten a call shortly before they had left to go to the office and was not back yet. Ron was about to offer dinner but Red just headed for the bedroom. He found the young muscle pup sprawled across the bed. As Ron sat on the edge of the bed, Red sat up and hugged him close.

"What if Tom is wrong and this stuff turns out to be some bizarre cancer that has spread already? I don't think I am ready to die."

Ron took a deep breath and kissed him on his shaved head. "Times being what they are, I think if it were a cancer, he would have come right out and said something. That's why he needs you to have all these tests and the next round of surgery. Don't jump to a premature prognosis." His knuckles idly rubbed over Red's right nipple making it harder and longer. He studied Red's worried blue eyes and slowly kissed the man's open mouth. Red pulled him tighter and began pulling at his t-shirt. There was urgency in Red's actions that Ron sensed went beyond a sexual need. He let Red make the moves.

Red pushed Ron back on the bed and began furiously working the stocky man's huge pecs. Most of the time Red was bottom boy to his and Darrell's sexual fantasy but Ron knew he was about to be Red's sexual therapy. Red had the man completely undressed in two minutes. Ron had never quite experienced a tongue bath the way Red was doing now. Red's hands and tongue were everywhere at once, as if he possessed four hands instead of two. Red had all of Ron's hot buttons mapped perfectly. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations Red was sending over his body. He looked up to slow down Red's cocksucking to keep from coming and was surprised to find the beefy boy naked. Somehow he managed to miss Red getting undressed. Red sucked both Ron's big low-hangers into his mouth and pulled back, a move that always drove Ron crazy. While he sucked hard on the large nuts, his muscular hands expertly worked his lover's big nips. Ron bucked his hips from the sensations shooting through his chest and balls.

A deep moan told Red he needed to move on to the next level. He lifted Ron's legs up over his own shoulders and swallowed the fat cock to the base. He kept slowly increasing the pressure on his tits with his vise-like fingers. Ron held Red's head on his shiny prick with one hand and held onto the side of the bed for control with the other. Red pushed Ron's powerlifter legs further back, momentarily causing Ron to move the hand on his head. Red dropped the throbbing dick and drove his tongue deep into Ron's fuckhole. Ron began working his own nips as Red lubed the manhole.

"Oh yeah baby, eat me. I don't get nearly enough bottom time with you here. You gonna fuck your daddy?" Red straightened up, held his fat cock by the base and drove it home. Ron threw his head back and bellowed in pain and pleasure. "I guess you are. Fuck yeah, blast my ass buddy." Red held the thick legs apart, raised his body straight on his toes and slammed the hard ass. Ron watched Red's face, eyes closed, lips tight. He knew the look was a combination of lust and frustration from his health problems. The big man felt his body quaking from the slamming his ass was getting. His own nuts began churning as Red beat his prostate to a pulp.

Both men were deep into their sexual high and didn't notice Darrell enter the room and strip. He shook the bed as he carefully crawled onboard. Red and Ron opened their eyes in surprise. Darrell straddled Ron's head and fed his horse cock down his second lover's throat. Ron whimpered and moaned as he got fucked from both ends. He desperately tried to work a nipple for each man but was being flailed helplessly as both men fucked the beefy construction worker. Red and Darrell deeply kissed each other. Darrell took Ron's ankles and bent the man in two as he instructed Red to flood his ass with cum. Red lasted another 60 seconds and gave in to his screaming nuts. Ron felt the hot cum fill his gut but had no time to react before Darrell filled his mouth to overflowing. Red grabbed Ron's fat cock in his hot fist and stroked the man into a convulsing frenzy. The three collapsed across each other. They kissed as Red rolled to his back and sighed.

"OK, I feel a bit better."

Ron lay with Darrell across his chest. "I don't. You two threw some meaning fucking at me. Where were you earlier tonight anyway?"

Darrell just smiled smugly. "Oh, I had a little business to attend to with Bill and Steve."

Red grabbed Darrel's big dick. "I heard about what those guys did to Dave. You guys didn't do anything foolish did you? Nothing that's going to cause problems for the gym?"

"We didn't lift a finger.....or raise a dick. However, if you keep a grip on that then you better be ready to get fucked, buddy. But....you would be amazed how many guys out there are friends of Dave's from the store and were just a tad upset when they heard what happened." Red stroked the big black snake and slowly felt it growing in his hand.

"And."

"Like I said, we didn't have to raise a finger." Red stared at him skeptically as he fondled the big nuts. "So, there's plenty of good cream left in those." Red rolled to his back and raised his legs. He looked over at the sleeping Ron. Darrell just laughed. "A couple of hot loads of protein and the man's right out."

Dave snuggled in Bob's arms as he hung up the phone. He let out a big sigh and rolled one of Bob's nipples through his fingers. "That was Tom Pratt. Mrs. Glover has died and has me listed as the person to notify. We need to go down to the hospital. What a strange day."

"Well, then I'm glad we had a little time to fuck and suck. I was just hoping we could reverse roles and do it again."

Dave rubbed the gobs of sticky cum into the reddish fur on Bob's chest. "We may be able to do that later, but it would also be nice to eat something too. Guess we should shower?"

"Sadly, I don't think your boss will care, and Tom probably doesn't. We better just go." Twenty minutes later they walked into the hospital and met up with Dr. Pratt and Mrs. Glover's lawyer. As they followed the lawyer into a side office they walked past the emergency room. Dave glanced in and glimpsed his two antagonists from earlier waiting for medical assistance. Both had blackened eyes and bloodied mouths. One of them wore only a pair of jeans.

Dr. Pratt closed the door to the office and introduced the lawyer. "I shouldn't tell you this Dave but you have a lots of friends who evidently avenged your treatment by those two."

Dave looked confused. "I hope it wasn't the people I am thinking of, you know..."

"No, it wasn't. I spoke with, uh, a source. And they'll survive their injuries, although, one of them took quite a gangbanging. Got fucked at least six times." The lawyer's face went red.

He looked at Dave. "You may need an alibi if they press charges."

Tom Pratt walked to the door. "I'll leave you gentleman alone to discuss business. From what I've been told, whoever jumped these guys wore masks. It'll be interesting to see what happens. I'm going home. It's been way too long a day."

The lawyer spread papers on the desktop. "Dave, I'm sorry about Mrs. Glover, she was evidently very fond of you. She left you the business and an educational trust." At first Dave only stared, then slowly tears rolled down his face as Bob wrapped his arm around his shoulders.

Tom and Eric strolled down Commercial Street looking in the shop windows they had looked in a dozen times in the last two weeks. It was a cool evening so the two musclebears had opted for jeans, t-shirts and leather vests. The scores of straight people walking the street stopped to look at the two huge men as they sauntered along hand in hand. Gay men holding hands in P-town were nothing new. Gay men the size of houses holding hands and walking with the arms around each other's waist, who took up most of the width of Commercial, maybe not an everyday occurrence. They stopped to read the menu outside of one crowded restaurant.

Eric fondled Tom's hard butt in the tight black jeans. "Whadya want to do after dinner tonight? Have an early drink at the A-house, have a lot of drinks and pick up a couple of guys to take and fuck senseless, or just go back to the house and relax in the hot tub and have sex............again?"

"Are you bored with me and my ass?" Tom faked indignance.

"Not in the least. I've loved every moment with you and every inch of that great body." The two men kissed and continued down the street to the next restaurant of interest. They walked along avoiding the throngs of people out on a cool evening. They had gone another 50 feet when a voice behind them caused them to pause.

"Jeeez, would you look at the butts on those two? Could they get any more muscular and scream, come fuck me?" Eric turned cautiously. He laughed and shook his head.

"Cripes, the fuckholes you meet in the nicest places." Bruce and Steve their buddies from Pittsburgh stood behind them, almost a mirror image in muscle and dick. The four friends exchange hugs and kisses in the middle of the street. A group of passing musclebears stopped to take pictures.

"So how long are you guys here?" Eric pinched Steve's obviously aroused nipples.

"Through next Monday, then I have a conference in Boston and Steve has to get back for a meeting in Pittsburgh. How long you here for?"

"We leave Sunday after three super weeks. So we get to see ya for a few days anyway. Have you had dinner yet?"

Steve moaned as he squeezed between Tom and Eric. "No, we were busy at the house we rented, unpacking, getting some groceries."

"Fucking our brains out, don't try to kid these two." Bruce pinched his lover's nips. "So, let's do dinner together and catch up on things." The four men settled on a restaurant and chatted over a leisurely dinner and drinks. They walked out of the restaurant at 10 PM and scanned the people still strolling Commercial.

Eric stood behind Tom and hugged him. "How about a drink at the A-house? You guys want to do that and then come over to our place and enjoy the hot tub on this chilly evening?"

Steve perked up after the heavy meal. "We don't have our swimsuits."

Tom yanked Eric's arm as he headed down the Street toward the A-House. "Like, uh, you know, who wears swimsuits, duh." Bruce and Steve just tilt their heads and follow along.

The upstairs bar at the A-house was already getting packed as the four beefalos crowded in. Steve got a round of drinks and returned with them now shirtless. He smiled coyly. "The bartender said I had to show my tits to get drinks."

Bruce sighed. "You show your tits to get a cookie at the Giant Eagle."

Eric ran his icy glass over Steve's bare nip. "I guess we should join you so you don't feel out of place." He strips off his T-shirt as Bruce and Tom do likewise. The crowd in the bar turned to ogle the massive display of chest. Two rounds of drinks later, the four men squirm through the crowd and out the door back into the street. They walk arm in arm, naked chest against chest back to Eric and Tom's rental house and the hot tub.

"Hey Tom, there's a message on the answering machine." Tom was already naked and heading for the hot tub.

"Uh later I guess." Eric shrugged. Bruce and Steve were stripping out of their jeans. Eric walked out of the kitchen with beers and stood on the deck watching the three men relax in the tub. Tom reached up and unbuttoned the tight 501's. He struggled to get them down over the super-sized thighs. The big horse cock flopped out and swung heavily in the evening light.

"Tom, we have guests."

"That's right, where are my manners? Guests first." Tom turned toward Bruce and Steve who were in a passionate liplock. "Hmmm, they started without me."

Bill and Steve looked over the final plans with Marsh and Jack. The remains of dinner lay around the table.

Bill leaned back in his chair. "This is going to be amazing if we can get it all built. I'm excited."

Marsh gathered the papers in a construction folder. "Good. Cause in another week, construction will be too far along to make structural changes. These dudes are really moving fast. And we heard about the fast moves a couple of them put on Dave. And you guys were heroes, Super! Even more amazing is that you didn't crush them into the floor. We're proud of you."

"Well, let's just say there were a lot of friends of Dave's who came to assist him tonight. While we were having dinner and talking house stuff with you."

Jack took another sip of his wine. "Why do I feel like an alibi?"

Bill leaned back and stretched his thick muscular arms over his head. "No, we had this appointment scheduled before this other stuff happened. Can we help it of word got out about these guys jumping Dave and, well, some people came to his assistance?"

Steve reached over and plopped a furry nut back into Bill's cutoffs. "Sleaze. Keep those things to yourself. Marsh, I got to give it to you guys, these houses are moving along quickly. Eric always seems to be able to make the deals work. It's amazing."

Marsh gathered the plates from around the table. "A lot of the credit goes to Sonny too. He works his ass off." Bill and Steve shoot each other a look and smile.

"Yes he does."

Jack opens another bottle of wine. "You guys didn't break our construction foreman, did you?"

"WHO? Us? Maybe bent him a little, with Darrell's help." Jack held his head and groaned.

Sonny stretched across the bed and ran his hands over his wide expanse of chest and sore nipples. Bill and Steve had worked him over but good earlier that afternoon. He had gone back to work but the heat in his butt and the cotton t-shirt moving across his screaming tits kept him from concentrating. He left work to hit the gym where every movement reminded him of the hot sex the three big men had had. Darrell had come along and added his black horse cock to the mix. Sonny wasn't used to being the bottom boy but had enjoyed the outing. The hot water of the shower sent waves of pain and pleasure shooting across his chest and down to his cock and balls. He left the gym, zoomed home and stripped out of his clothes. He swore he could feel the heat of the three men hours earlier still on his body. They had taken turns fucking each other but he got the brunt of the heavy-duty ass work. His left hand rolled his big knobby nips through his fingers as his right stroked the electrically charged cock. He brought his left hand down to wrap around his big swollen nuts and tugged on them until a dull ache pulsed through his groin. His cock swelled to huge dimensions and throbbed a deep purple. Sweat gleamed over the thick muscular body. The breeze from the air conditioning moved across his tight chest. His nipples responded by hardening and lengthening.

Sonny planted his feet and arched his back off the bed. He furiously jacked off his long dick. A moan turned into a high-pitched whine as ribbons of cum shot several feet into the air from his rigid tool. It splattered across his chest and face as he sprawled out gasping for breath. He lay still, panting. His big dick still sticking out rigid above him. He idly rubbed the hot goo into his raw nips and groaned as the urge overtook him again.

Kyle and Mark curled up in each other's arms in the big bed. Kyle tossed the soggy towel across the room in the general direction of the laundry basket and rolled on to his back. He stared at the ceiling and reached for the young man next to him.

"So what do we do?"

Mark rolled to his side and ran his hand over Kyle's lean taunt body. "Ew, missed a spot. Well, I don't see how I can afford to pass on this opportunity, I mean; it's a great job offer. And, they are willing to pay for my last year of school."

"What about football?"

"I can't make a living as a football player. Maybe if I was Eric or Tom's size, but I ain't. I know Eric has offered us a sweet deal to stay here and manage the apartment building but this is way more money in my pocket. And I love the central coast of California. Everything about this is a positive."

"Except me."

"What do you mean? I want you to come with me."

"But I need to finish school."

"Buddy, this company will pay spousal education benefits for you. They're that progressive. I don't want you to not be with me. But I understand that your family is here."

"Oh, I would bet that Tom would more than find a way to visit. I don't know. It's a big step."

"Come on Kyle, come with me to California. I love you and want you with me." The two young men embrace and are soon lost again to their male-to-male lust.

By the time Doc Pratt got home that night, Dan was nestled naked in bed. Tom quietly stripped off his clothes and climbed on the bed beside him. He lightly kissed the stocky man's shoulder. Dan mumbled and fell quickly back to sleep. Tom ran his hand over the wide back and spooned in next to him. After all the turmoil of the day, consoling Red, comforting Dave, admitting Tom Bell's grandmother into the hospital, and still having to face Doug in the morning, he felt warm and comfortable with the big sleeping bear next to him. He wound his arm tightly around the big man and fell soundly asleep. He woke up a couple of hours later as Dan sucked his cock and begged to be fucked. It seemed like a good therapeutic idea.

Tom and Eric listened to the phone messages from his parents and Tom Pratt about his grandmother. Eric hugged Tom and held him close. Bruce and Steve huddled behind in a group hug. Eric kissed him softly. "It's late now. We can't call your folks, they'll think it's the hospital and it will scare them. We'll call first thing in the morning. Maybe she'll pull through."

Tom sighed quietly. "No, it's time. She's not been well and I don't want her to endure more pain. I'll miss her."

Eric smiled at him in the dim light. "So will I. She told me so many wonderful stories about you as a boy growing up. She'll really, really loved you."

"What stories?" Eric smiled and pulled Tom close.

"Stories that I cherish and treasure. They make you all that more special and important to me. I was honoured that she cared enough to tell me. Made me feel like I was more a part of your family. Come on; let's try to get some sleep. You guys staying?" Tom headed upstairs with their friends as Eric checked the door locks. He picked up his jeans in the family room. His wallet falls open to the floor to a picture of Tom as a young boy with his grandmother at the beach. The woman had given it to Eric when her health took a turn for the worst. Eric ran his thumb over the image and made a mental note to have it restored and blown up to Tom as a gift.

To be continued, comments - suggestions? lennoxbear@aol.com