G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 28 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.
One Day. Sunday.
Red felt the thick arms tighten around his chest and the rough callused hands manhandle his swollen, sore tits. Ron bit and kissed the back of Red's shaved head and neck as he pummeled the beefy boy's muscle butt. He angled to one side to avoid the bandage and stitches from Red's latest surgical round on the shoulder. It didn't keep the sex from being any less intense. Red had been released from the hospital with strict orders from Tom Pratt to take it easy for a couple of days. Red figured having sex with just one of his two lovers at a time was the equivalent of taking it easy. He angled his hard ass higher to give Ron a better angle to pound him. The thick, fat cock thrust deeper as Red braced himself on the headboard. He licked at a flexed, thick biceps and wondered if this constituted a dynamic tension workout. Ron seemed intent on pounding Red's head into the headboard as he pounded the bubble butt.
The arms tightened again and then waves of hot cum burned into Red's back as his beefy black lover shot off another copious load. Since being released, Red, Ron and Darrell had had sex at least a dozen times. The few days of separation in the hospital only made their bonds tighter. Only bondage could have been better. Ron rolled from Red and onto his back in the disheveled bed. His fat cock flopped over the beefy thigh, still hard, still eager. Red sighed contentedly and felt the liquid gold pooling in the deep cleft of his heavily muscled back. Ron massaged the thick goo into the hard muscles. Red moaned deeply.
"Oh no, curb it pig boy. You need to relax and rest. Darrell and I need to hit the bricks soon."
Red propped himself up on one side and tugged at the hard ebony nip of Ron's left pec. "Why do you guys have to work today?"
"Hey it's good money for overtime, and besides we're working on our own house today, what could be better?"
"The two of you staying home and fucking me all day."
"Ummm, yeah right. Damn, isn't Darrell out of the shower yet? I swear that man could live in the shower. I'm gonna go start breakfast. You coming down?" Red sat on the edge of the bed as he watched Ron's thick fireplug body head to the kitchen.
"In a couple of minutes, I have something to do." Red stood and stretched stopping short when the stitches tugged back. He sauntered to the steamy bathroom and slipped into the shower stall. A startled Darrell held a muscle-knotted arm out in protest.
"No. Not again. You can't possible want fucked again?" Red dropped to his knees in the spray and nuzzled the long, half-hard black tool. My dick is going to be swollen all day from all the fucking and sucki........oh shit. Red, no, don't, you know what that does, fuck. You little muscle hound. Well, you know what happens if you get it hard?" Red stood up and smiled coyly. He turned around and braced himself against the back wall of the shower stall. The massive black schlong slipped into the hard white muscle butt and kept going." We'll have to change your wet bandages before we leave for work, oh, no we won't." Red turned slightly at that remark and was about to ask what it meant when Darrell slipped into fucking overdrive and the fuckpole hit its mark. Two wet and shiny thick arms slid into place on either side of him as the tall man slammed his cock into home base. Red licked at the big arms as his own dick flopped uncontrollably from side to side.
Ron had started back into the bathroom after making coffee, but stopped short. He rolled his eyes as he listened to his partners fucking and moaning in the shower. Surprisingly, his dick began to stiffen again as he stood and attempted to shave with the depleted hot water supply. The sound of wet skin slamming and slipping in the shower sent sexual shock waves through his body. Red pushed back against Darrell in the tiled stall. The movement directed the nearly foot long prick against Red's pulverized prostate. The short pit bull muscle pig fought to keep his knees from buckling as round after round of his cum splattered into the tub. A searing heat began to fill his ass as Darrell let go. Red felt the strong arms close around him and lift him slightly. Darrell spun him around and slid his tongue deep into Red's willing mouth.
"OK, water boyz, out of the shower, now! I want to grab a quick shower before you start again." Ron threw back the shower curtain. Darrell and Red grinned innocently as he handed them towels. They stared at Ron's bobbing hard cock. He jumped back when Darrell reached over to grab it. "Oh no, we agreed to work today and need to get moving. Get your soggy black and white asses out of there." The two men had hardly stepped onto the bath mat before Ron jumped into the shower and flung closed the curtain. "Go eat breakfast."
The two men laughed and toweled dry. "What's with him?" Darrell headed to the bedroom to get dressed.
A frustrated voice from in the shower responded. "Damn, sex crazed queens. Damn the water's not hot."
Red pulled on gym shorts and hustled down into the kitchen to start breakfast. Darrell walked in a few minutes later tugging at the tight crotch of his worn jeans. "I'm glad you're home and that things look good but, damn, my cock and balls feel twice their normal size from all this fucking around."
Red handed him a cup of coffee. "Then my plan is working."
Darrell groaned as he whipped protein omelets together in a large bowl. "I don't even want to know what that means."
Ron scurried into the kitchen and stood in front of his lovers. "Look at this." His worn jeans obscenely displayed his dick, still hard and struggling for freedom. "It won't go down." Red reached out. "Oh no, you're the reason it's stuck this way." Red smiled evilly.
Darrell flipped the Montana-sized omelet. "Don't go there Ron." A knock at the front door halted the conversation. "Go answer the door and scare whoever it is with that basket." Ron returned with Greg.
Red sat at the kitchen table and dug into an omelet. Greg hugged the two black men as they stood on either side of him. Ron offered him coffee and turned to Red. "So, sonny boy. We hired Greg here to keep an eye on you as well as look after your stitches. You aren't to be working out, or lifting furniture or cleaning, or any of that stuff. You are to be resting. Greg can take you shopping for stuff for the new house but no heavy activity. And Greg, watch for the cock-swallowing butt of death. He's over-sexed but we love him anyway. Welcome to our home. We need to run and he needs his bandage changed. It got wet. I'll spare you the details."
Greg walked to the door with them. "Don't worry guys. I'll see that he rests." The two beefy black men looked at the handsome bearded athletic man in red flannel shirt and black jeans. Both men kissed him.
Darrell shook his head as he closed the door. "He doesn't stand a chance, does he?" Ron shook his head also.
Greg stared quizzically at the back of the door. Somehow, one of the men had unbuttoned his flannel shirt. He found Red standing in the kitchen twirling his shorts around his finger.
Dr. Tom listened intently on the phone as a patient explained their problems. He had been on beeper call over the weekend and was glad his shift would be coming to an end. Nothing major had happened but the near constant phone calls from patients was wearing him down. Mrs. Schneider droned on about her husband's latest episode, the third call over the weekend. He watched Dan swimming nude in the pool below his office window. As his own cock rose to the sight, he glanced around the parameter of the yard wondering if the neighbours could see any of the pool hijinks that went on here. The yard was secluded and fenced but they were a bit on the nosy side. Dan's thick muscular body slid effortlessly through the clear water as the man swam laps. Mrs. Schneider was becoming a major pain in the ass. Dan flipped at the end of the pool. The man could not possibly be swimming with a full erection? Tom wondered if Mr. Schneider ever flipped Mrs. Schneider?
Pratt slowly stroked his solid cock as he explained to the boring woman what she needed to have her husband do again. Dan was idly floating on his back now, mast bobbing in the morning sun. He could see Tom watching him through the office window and knew exactly what to do to get the doctor's balls stirring. He rolled under the water so only his butt was showing. When he surfaced, his lover was no longer in the window. Dan smiled and chuckled to himself. Another successful mission. Tom walked down the hallway, his stiff prick bouncing from side to side. He peeked into the guest room to see Joe and Vic intertwined in a massive nude display of arms, legs and muscle. The two friends had been dinner guests of the Doctor and Dan and stayed over for the night. Despite frequent beeper interruptions from patients, the four men had spent an exhausting evening swimming and fucking.
As he watched the two sleeping muscle men, his body reacted with lust. Even sleeping, the two men were sex just waiting to happen. Joe was nuzzled against Vic; his hard prick nestled in the hard, furry butt. One arm and leg were draped over the cop's dark body. They were a contrast in muscle. One was tall, blond furry and muscular. The other was shorter, dark and heavily furred with more muscle than two men. Pratt watched the two men breathing easily and contemplated waking them by jumping in the middle and grabbing for dick. His nipples tightened at the thought. No, let them sleep. Tom padded down the steps and out onto the pool deck.
"You know, I really think I need to get a new patient base or change careers, or ma............." Dan was stretched out on the diving board with his favourite over-sized dildo protruding from his ass. "OK, not exactly the normal poolside sculpture, but I like it. Are you trying to tell me something?"
"Hmm, I don't know. Is this subtle?" The dildo plopped from the muscle butt as Dan flexed his best muscle.
"Scoot back a bit." Dan moved back on the board a few inches as the muscular medical man straddled the beefy restaurateur. Tom gripped the edge of the board as his throbbing dick found it's way into Dan's lubed chute. "You really don't help me with my patient's problems when you're down here enticing me in the pool."
"I was simply swimming and enjoying myself."
"Yeah right, I saw that rudder sticking up in the air from the water."
"Can I help it if I find swimming an erotic, oh fuck, yeah, right there. Plow me fucker." The muscle butt popped up a bit as the doc rocked them both on the wobbly board. Tom braced his feet against the handrails for better support and drove harder into the panting man. The board flexed with their movements.
"Hmm, I don't know about this. Is this a new event under consideration for the Olympics? Does it fall under synchronized swimming or diving?"
"I don't know. Somehow, I don't think the Olympic committee is seriously considering it. The athletes on the other hand, well, just might. I must say though, I do like their technique although the degree of difficulty is low." The doctor looked over at the side of the pool to see their two friends leaning against each other and stroking excited dicks. "It is a rather warm fall morning, guess we should enjoy the pool whilst we can." The two men dived in and headed for a secluded fountain, Jacuzzi area off to the side. Tom pulled his purple dick from a whimpering Dan and pushed himself back from the board.
"Let's go join our guests." Dan slowly stood up and rubbed his sore chest. The imprint from the board's non-skid surface was pressed into his skin. Pratt rubbed the sensitive nips. "Hmmm, a little massage is in order I see."
"Did someone say whilst?" Dan followed his beefy lover to the alcove.
"Well, one of them did, but we won't hold that against them." Joe already had Vic bent over the side and was plowing his pig cop lover. Vic grabbed at the doctor's bouncing dick and sucked it deeply into his throat.
Dan stood in the warm, waist high water. "And what am I supposed to do, you just sucked down my toy?"
Joe gritted his teeth to keep from blowing his morning load. "Hey, do you see a dick up my ass? Fuck me buddy." Dan tilted his head to one side at the novelty of the idea and dropped to his knees. His tongue assaulted the tight butt hole before him. Joe moaned deeply as he fucked his furry lover. "Yeah, Danny, get me good and wet."
Vic watched patiently as Tom lowered his thick frame to the side of the Jacuzzi and spread his legs. His fat, egg-shaped nuts filled the low hanging sack then quickly filled Vic's slobbering mouth. The hot mouth on his swelling, cream-filled nuts sent electric impulses through his body. Tom braced his 20-inch arms and fed his the fat prick to his eager buddy. He watched through hazy vision as his own lover slid his dick deep into the seldom-fucked butt of his other friend. The three men in the swirling water worked to find a rhythm. Dan fucking Joe, fucking Vic, sucking Tom. Dan looking at the mass of flexing muscle in front of him, both the wide, heavily muscled back of the man his dick was pounding and the thick with muscle shoulders of the hot cop going down on his lover. The sight of wet flexing fucking muscle sent Dan into shudders of cum-filled orgasm. Hot cream spilled over Joe's tight ass. The burning cum triggered Joe's dick to filling Vic's hungry hole with his man's seed and forced Vic as far down on the medical staff as possible. Vic swallowed shot after shot of Tom's tasty spunk then began to whimper as he struggled to reach his own stiff dick under the water's surface.
Tom Pratt chuckled. "Vic's feeling a bit left out. I can fix that." The man took a deep breath and slid into the bubbling water. Vic felt this dick being swallowed by the submerged man and let loose with a gut-filling load. Tom resurfaced a minute later smiling wickedly. "At least I didn't add to the pool needing to be cleaned." He licked his lips, kissed the three humpy panting buddies and got out of the pool. The three sex crazed friends watched the built doctor walk to a side table and pour himself another cup of coffee. He slumped in a side chair in the still warm fall morning air and sighed. "I think I need a new profession."
Dave woke up with a quick start as a pain shot through his balls. He shook his head to clear the morning from his brain and looked around the sunshine filled bedroom. Bob lay soundly asleep next to him. Bob lay soundly asleep next to him dressed in harness and chaps. Dave tried to talk but his jaw was sore from the face fucking Bob had given him the night before. He slowly realized the pain in his nuts was from the harness he was still wearing cutting into his grapefruit sized nutsac. The memories of what he had asked Bob to do came flooding back to him. Bob had reluctantly agreed to vacuum pump the teenager's already big low hangers. They were still pumped and primed. He had no way of getting the metal cock ring over those suckers at this point. He laid his head back on the rumpled pillow and ran a hand over his round pecs. Bob had pumped and worked the boy's nips into two huge super sensitive fleshy points. As the heat of his hands on his tits brought back memories of the previous night, he slowly glanced down at his magnificent cock. He had convinced Bob to try the pump on that two. It was only slightly bigger than usual but the sight of the stiffening prick brought his body completely back to life. He and Bob had played with various leather toys and aspects of leather sex until 4 AM. The bed was a shambles. His ass was a shambles. Bob had fucked him for at least an hour that last time as the boy gave his body to his Daddy. Bob stirred slightly beside him and turned away. His ass was red from the slapping Dave had given it during the last fucking.
Shit. He remembered fucking Bob with his enormously pumped cock. He carefully sat up and searched Bob's body for signs of blood. Seeing none, he nuzzled against the warm leather clad man.
"Gawiopthzduzmeenyouwanfuk." A muffled Bob sleepily talked through his pillow.
"What?"
Bob moved back to his side. "I hope this doesn't mean you want to fuck me. You damn near split me in two last night with that fucking beast. We're not pumping that puppy again and letting you fuck me."
"You fucked me last night."
"We took turns, I didn't do it with a telephone pole." Bob rolled over to face his young lover. The realization that they were both still in leather caused a momentary loss of speech. He let his eyes wander over the muscular young man next to him with the thick leather harness and swollen nipples. The long, hard cock flopped proudly over Dave's thigh. A long low sigh escaped from Bob. He got out of bed and removed his chaps and harness, and then helped Dave remove his except for the cock ring stuck in place by the fat nuts. The two men cuddled in bed rubbing their sore tits against each other's chest. Hard cocks battled against each other. Bob used his short bristly beard to drive Dave into a sexual frenzy by rubbing it over the raw tits, cock head and nuts. Neither man spoke. The only noise in the room was the sound of two hot men kissing deeply for long passionate moments. Bob positioned Dave on his back and raised the heavily veined legs over his shoulders. Dave guided Bob's purple throbbing dick to his ass and took a deep breath as cock once again filled his butt. The two men, Dad and son, locked lips as they sensuously fucked, moving in smooth fluid motions. Dave groaned as Bob's cock grew bigger inside of him. "I'm sorry Davey, it's taking longer cause I didn't piss."
Dave, out of breath and taking short gasps, let his body go and filled the void between them with a river of cum. "I'm not complaining." Bob tightened his arms around his young lover and contributed another buttful of cum to the occasion. They lay in a tight embrace kissing for several more minutes before getting up to shower together.
Bob gingerly lathered his tired body and sighed. "Thank heaven this is Sunday. Do you realize it's two PM? We haven't even eaten yet." Dave only smiled back and slid to his knees in the hot spray.
"Yet."
Marsh and Jack bounced the aging Jeep into the construction office parking lot just as Sonny came walking down the steps. The creaking vehicle came to a squeaking stop and wheezed. Sonny took a long slow sip of his coffee and smirked as the two men climbed out.
"Guys, I realize you're going for the ultimate butch look here but don't you think its time to put this thing out of its misery? How many miles are on it anyway?"
Marsh patted the long faded green fender and smiled. "Don't know. The odometer doesn't work. Besides we only drive it on warm, dry days like today. The roof leaks in the rain."
Jack handed a large file to Sonny and tried not to notice the basket of death protruding from the front of Sonny's faded worn black jeans. "The floor boards also leak, the gas gauge doesn't work and the radio, well, that's a total mystery for me. But Marsh here loves this thing. Our neighbours have offered to take up a collection to buy the thing and have it junked. He won't here it."
"Don't talk about her that way, she's right here." Marsh patted the rusty door handle as the other two men headed back into the office.
Jack muttered under his breath. "Why me?"
Sonny opened the file on the drawing table and began sorting papers. He took another sip of coffee, offered some to his visitors and adjusted his basket.
Marsh raised his eyebrows. "Still working through last night's fun?"
"NO!"
Marsh took a step back from the large muscular man. "Uh oh, things not going well with, uh, what's his name?"
"Tim. Well actually, they're great. We hired him to work construction and he's super. He's great. He's smart, witty, good-looking, shy, well-built, from what I've seen at the gym, well hung, down to earth, not pretentious in the least, likes jean, T's and leather but..."
Jack sorted the papers from the file for Sonny. "But what?"
"We haven't had sex."
"It's been several weeks now right?"
"Oh gawd, yesssssssssss. Nothing, not even mutual hand jobs. We haven't done a thing and it's not like I haven't tried. Don't look at me like that. He won't let it happen. And I decided I wasn't going to, you know, relieve the pressure until we did something."
"So what you're saying is the dam is backing up?"
"Boy is it ever. My dick is half hard all day now, my nuts feel like weights are hanging from them and my whole body seems to be tingling for release."
Marsh walked to the front of the table and furrowed his forehead. "Well, when you do have sex, you might drown the man."
"Believe me, when this thing goes off, it's going to shoot thirty feet."
"OK, on that note. You have everything here, drawing changes, purchase orders, shipping transcripts for four of the houses."
"Wow, we could have four of these suckers complete by year end if everything arrives as scheduled."
"Exactly, Tom and Eric will be having their holiday party in their new house with this construction plan. That is if they survive this trip to California. Bill and Steve's cabin can be finished as will Darrell, Ron and Red's place. Joe and Vic's is a toss up cause the stone they want is hard to get right now. So, you have plenty of work here to keep our crews and yourself busy seven days a week. Throw in the apartment building and we will never see you. Or is that what you are doing now?"
"Sorta. If I'm not working, I'm at the gym. I spend time with Tim cause I really like him but then I am so horny that I can't sleep so I do paperwork. Oh, by the way, here." He hands a box of completed files to Jack.
"Uhhhhhhh, gee, thanks. Look honey, more work."
Marsh leaned over the table and smiled quietly. "Buddy, you may need to have a big talk with Tim, or face possible obscene lewd charges when that dick of death breaks free. Don't frustrate yourself, or him, if this isn't going to be what you both want."
"I know, thanks guys. We're finishing up a couple of things on two houses today and then I am meeting him for dinner. I plan to deal with this tonight."
"Well, for your sake, I hope things work out, he seems like a cool guy. And besides, why should Tom and Eric have all the good stories when they get back from Folsum." They left Sonny sorting through work orders at the table and walked out side. "You think Sonny will work things out with this guy?"
"Yeah, he seems to like him and if he's been willing to not have sex until the time is right, something must be good about it."
"I hope so. As much as I find a hot three-way with that man a really hot idea, I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that dick."
"Now there's something I don't think I've heard very often, um, Marsh. The door fell off." Marsh ran around to the passenger side of the Jeep and looked at the door on the ground at Jack's feet. "They shoot horses, don't they? Maybe it's time."
San Francisco - the morning was cool, clear, picture postcard perfect. For about 30 minutes. Eric had reduced Tom to a sweating hulking, panting muscle machine within the first 30 minutes of their workout. Tom grunted through the workout sets. He was appeased by the thought that this was only an hour pump before going to the fair.
"I think I just split my spandex." Tom twisted to see the butt of his shorts.
"So, we'll just fill the hole."
"That's what you said last night before I was assaulted by that horse cock pole." Heads on three men working out nearby shot around to see from where the comment had come. The crowd at the Gold's had become more or less accustomed to the two giant muscle men. Except the complaints were spreading that they seldom showered there. Tom pumped out a few more arm reps. "You know, I think I actually added to my arms on this trip. Guess I need to measure everything for the chart." A dumbbell clattered to the floor at the next station. A beefy muscle bear smiled nervously and scanned the two sweaty men. He calmly picked up the dumbbell muttering about being the measuring tape. "Hi, I'm Tom."
"Um, Jim. Sorry, I couldn't help overhearing and well, you two are a bit distracting."
"I'm Eric, want to work in with us? We have about 30 minutes left to our workout."
"Yeah, that would be awesome. My partner is back at the hotel room, not feeling well, but he's hoping to shake it before this afternoon to go to the fair. Oh, sorry, I'm assuming you're here for Folsum. For all I know, you're straight, not that there is anything wrong with that."
Tom swung the dumbbell over his head to hit his triceps. "No, we're as queer as they come, aren't we poohbear?"
Eric sandwiched Jim between them in the workout. "I refuse to answer that cause it's only a sign that you are getting silly. We really are very dedicated to our workouts, as I would say you are. Nice chest."
"Thanks." Jim blushed between the two men. Eric pushed the three men for another 30 minutes until all three were soaked to the skin with sweat. Jim sat on a bench and sucked in air. Eric stretched to cool down a bit.
"You OK?"
Jim looked up and smiled under the bushy moustache. "I thought I worked out hard but you two make me feel like a wimp. Wish my partner were here to join us. It would revitalize our workouts for sure."
"Maybe we can get together and workout later this week. We're here for two weeks."
"We leave on Tuesday, but I'll talk him into a workout before we go."
"Well, we're going to hit the showers." Heads snapped around the room. "You going to work out some more? Join us in the showers, we'll be gentle." Eyes widened and jaws dropped. Tom punched Eric in the left pec.
"No, I'm quite beat, gotta save some energy for the fair. Besides, I was going to shower back at the hotel. I only brought a second dry shirt."
"That's all you need." The crowd in the gym watched as the beefy muscle bear walked toward the shower with Tom and Eric. Jim struggled to control his cock as the three men stripped and headed to the communal shower room. He finally got a good look at the two muscle giants under the hot spray and felt his dick swell uncontrollably. "Sorry, to disappoint you but we don't do sex in public showers like this. But I'll take this as a rain check for later today." A large soapy hand softly stroked Jim's hard prick. Jim swallowed hard as he scanned the monster bodies with the equally monster cocks."
"Um, uh, I don't, I don't, I don't..."
Tom tweaked a hard nip. "Have soap? Here." Jim breathed deeply, laughed and showered. The three men chatted like old friends in the warm spray. Traffic through the shower room increased dramatically. Jim's cock stayed hard but he didn't seem to care. Tom shared their deodorant and towels with the shorter beefy man. "You want to meet later this afternoon, if your partner feels up to it? Maybe do dinner." Jim stood between the men and slipped on his dry T-shirt. His cock bobbed out in front of him. "You OK?"
"Oh yeah great, except, well, I'm the bottom in our relationship and I hope as hell he's up to fucking me when I get back to the hotel room, otherwise....." He pulled his loose workout shorts on over the stiff prick. "You guys will have to do the job later, if you don't mind." Tom had finished dressing in denim shorts and a tiny tank top.
"Not at all. Here's the number where we're staying. Let us know how he feels and we'll meet you guys at the corner by Mr. S, just inside the gates. OK?" Jim shook his head. "Well see ya later." Jim gave them thumbs up and took off. Tom and Eric swung their bags over their shoulders and chuckled as the crowd scattered in the locker room. The two men got to their convertible in time to see Jim wave from a distant corner. A few blocks later, Tom was parking the Sebring on Market near one of their favourite restaurants for breakfast. The young woman who took their names for the waiting list stared up at them.
"It'll be a few minutes, hopefully one of the single tables will open. I don't think you two will fit at a double table with other customers."
"We don't mind rubbing shoulders." She laughed and checked her list.
"And most of our customers would gladly rub back."
They stood outside in the perfect morning and watched people bustle back and forth. Some on their way to Folsum for the early crowd. Some on their way home from tricks the night before or from the gym to trick before (and during) the fair. The sidewalk was a spirited circus of people. Eric chatted about the new house and what he hoped it would be as he casually touched Tom. Eric's habit of touching Tom when they talked, combined with the energy of the workout and the encounter with a hot man, was having its usual sexual effect on Tom. Eric brushed his son's shoulder, and then let his knuckles brush a sensitive nipple. None of the moves were expressly seductive. Eric always touched that way. And Tom always caught fire from it. By the time they got to a table, Tom was adjusting a growing hardon and staring at his own long hard nips poking from the still unshaven chest. Eric held his hand across the table. Tom fidgeted. Then wolfed down breakfast.
Tires scraped the curb as he parked the Sebring near the hotel in their designated spot. He was several steps ahead of Eric when they got back to the room. A message was on the phone from Jim when they got back that he and his partner would be happy to meet them around three at the chosen spot. Tom stripped and fell to his knees in front of Eric.
"Oh no, we wait until later and see if these guys want to fool around. We don't do groups very often and we both seem to be up for this one. You can wait."
"Yes sir, but I'll be walking around Folsum with a hardon all afternoon."
"You and hundreds of other men. Let's get dressed and head out. Give us a couple of hours before meeting these guys. Here I think you should wear this." Eric handed Tom a simple harness, Tom's favourite leather shorts, and high top boots.
"You know the snaps on this cod piece won't hold if I pop a stiff dick."
"We'll see about that. How do you like this? I just bought it." Eric held up a pair of leather shorts cut like briefs with a snap away codpiece. "I thought I'd wear these and my high boots."
"That's it? That will hardly cover that big beefy butt and that, oh fuck man, I gotta pee." Tom headed for the bathroom with Eric right behind.
"Oh no you don't. I'm not letting you out of my sight to be jacking off anywhere." He wrapped his thick arms around Tom and grabbed the shorter man's semi-stiff dick in his right hand. Tom let go and shuddered at the sexual frustration building up inside. Eric directed the piss stream into the toilet. He bit the back of Tom's neck and twisted the left nipple.
"I'm finished." Tom tried to pull away but the bigger man didn't let go of the hardening cock. Tom felt Eric dick of death growing in his ass crack. Eric licked the wide expanse of Tom's broad shoulders as he squeezed the man's throbbing cock.
He whispered softly. "Now get dressed." And dropped Tom's cock.
Tom rolled his eyes at the thought of trying to stuff the dick into his tight shorts. Oh well, who the hell would notice one more stiff cock at Folsum. OK, hopefully Jim and his partner.
To be continued, comments - suggestions? lennoxbear@aol.com