G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 30 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.
"Unnh, unnh, unnh."
Outlines from hot hands faded on the cool wooden headboard. Fingers grasped at bed sheets to keep from being pounded across and off the edge of the bed. The hard round bubble butt pushed back into the air as the big cock pummeled the hot hole. The enormity of the stiff flesh stretched the eager flesh. Rough, callused hands dug into the tight waist and pulled the limp receptive bottom man back to the middle of the bed. Thick, heavily veined and muscled arms planted themselves on either side of the dazed man's head to keep the man's body in place.
Neither man had taken time to completely undress. Workboots met sneakers in an effort to brace legs from the continuing ass fuck. The waistband of a black jock strap stretched as the fucking stallion used it to hold his prey. A T-shirt remained around the taunt arm of the drooling man receiving the attention of the hard one-eyed monster. A black pullover fell to the floor as the bed bounced with the relentless onslaught. Change tingled to the floor from the pocket of a pair of jeans.
Sweat dripped from the man focused on driving his dick deeper into the hot ass of his lover. Suddenly the tone changed as the thick arms moved from either side of the man's head to close around the muscular athletic waist. The thick sinewy furry arms lifted the muscular man. A hand slipped under the jock to tighten around the stiff prick of the moaning fuckee.
"Shit." The final thrusts slammed deep into its target. "Jesus, I think the rubber broke."
The grip on the jock cock tightened as hot cum flooded out and over the furry wrist and forearm. "Damn, I feel it. Good grief, stop. Your cum is filling my ass."
"Can't....stop....now. Unnh, unnh." Beef crushed onto beef as the two men slumped into a sweaty cum fest.
"Yurcrudjngm."
"What?"
"You're crushing me, get off. Did the rubber really break? No, don't pull out yet. Damn." A loud, sucking, slurping noise accompanied the still hard log as it pulled free from it's mooring.
"Yeah, sorry. Cum is like oozing from you buddy, hold on." The bed rocked as the big man jumped up to get tissues.
"No harm done." Their hot mouths crushed together in a long deep kiss. Tim looked up into Sonny's handsome sun and weather worn face A face right at home on the most testosterone laden construction sites. "I'm already poz, not like it makes a difference."
"Well, no, but I tend to cum in buckets and it does make a mess."
Tim chuckled and rolled onto his back. He reached over the end of the bed and groped for a towel. "Tell me. I have this hot, full feeling in my ass."
"Well, we're getting better. Since we broke the sex barrier, we almost got completely undressed before I raped you." Tim wiped his cum from Sonny's furry arm. "And we made it into the bedroom this time."
"Yeah, the little old lady across the courtyard still isn't talking to me since we did the nasty in the kitchen."
"You think we should apologize?"
"And just how do you open that conversation? Excuse me, Mrs. Murphy, but I want to say I'm sorry for your seeing my lover fuck the shit out of me on the kitchen table the other day." The two men hugged and giggled as they rolled around the disheveled bed in a combination hug, wrestling hold. Sonny slipped his tongue deep into Tim's willing mouth.
"You called me your lover."
"You bet I did. You're crushing me again. You don't have any clue how strong you are, do you? Not that I am complaining, I love the bearhug, but the ribs are cracking. You hungry?" Sonny nodded as he licked the side of Tim's neck. "You hard." Another nod. Tim pulled his legs up and over to expose his slick hole. So what's another fuck before dinner? Climb on fucker."
Richard and Dell neatly collated the papers on the cafe counter while sipping protein shakes. Darrell sauntered toward them from the free weight rooms. His sweat soaked tank top clung to the thick chest and abs. The deep muscles were outlined in the wet cotton. His shorts bearly contained the long ebony cock as it pushed against the sopping wet material. A towel draped around his neck didn't seem to be able to keep up with the sweat from the tall, muscular man. The rich blackness of his skin shone like a highly polished surface.
"Hey buds, how goes it? I know it's late but do I have time to shower before you throw me out?"
Dell smirked as he tossed a bottle of water to his buddy. "We're just going to lock the door and leave you alone to deal with Red."
"Where is he anyway? And is he behaving himself, not working out too heavily? You know how much he's been whining to be able to lift heavy again."
Richard stood up and stretched his lean frame. The older man's body concealed his age. "He's been behaving himself reasonably well. Bored to tears, but he really has things hopping here. And at the other gym. Opens in two more weeks ya know."
Darrell took a long drink. "Yeah, red's all excited. You guys finalize the cafe plans yet?"
"Yep, and the new restaurant, diner, whatever with Dan. It's gonna be really cool.." Dell turned off the backlights in the cafe and pushed Richard toward the door. "We're meeting with architects for the design and will work out financing when Eric gets back on Monday. When Eric puts something on fast forward though, it is really hard keeping up. Guess I'll have to bribe Tom to keep him busy."
Darrell laughed. "That won't take much."
Richard and Dell stumbled against each other as they walked toward the door. "Well, guy, you're on your own with Red. And Ron."
Darrell looked confused. "Ron's still here? Where?"
"Where do you think? I hope you're up to a good workout in the steamroom."
"Uh, oh. Maybe I'll just sneak out now."
"Oh no, we're locking you in from the outside." Richard locked the door and Darrell stood inside looking like a lamb about to be led to slaughter. He waved weakly at them, turned and headed down to the lockeroom. Half the lights were already turned off as the tall beefy black man stripped and headed to the showers. He heard a muffled noise from the steam room and figured he had better check on his lovers. A thick, cloud of steam billowed from the room as he opened the door and entered. He couldn't remember the room ever being this thick with hot steam. The wet heat enveloped his body and made his skin tingle. He had to put out his hand to find a wall. The clouds of steam kept his vision to about a foot. A hot wet chest met his hand. He felt the familiar beefy pecs of the shorter, stockier Ron and pinched a nipple.
"'Bout fucking time dude." Darrell couldn't see more than six inches through the hot wet steam. Clouds enveloped his body, stinging his well-worn nipples and causing his dick to grow. A hot mouth clamped over his right tit and sucked hard. He closed his arm around his long-term partner. Ron nursed the wet tit knowing how the action would go directly to the big man's cock and balls. Darrell took two more steps without Ron losing the suction on his chest. Another set of hands and a hot mouth were suddenly behind him on the floor. They roamed up the thick smooth legs of the tall black man, massaging the tight angular muscles. A tongue traced droplets of water down the thick thighs over the wide diamond shaped calves to the arching insteps of his feet. It slowly worked its way back up to become buried between the round hard glutes. He moaned as the tongue forced it's way deep into his tight butt hole.
Ron, and he assumed Red, slowly moved him a couple more steps toward the corner and the tile benches. His mind whirled at the thought of fucking his short beefy lover in the dense heat. Another mouth closed over his stiff trembling cock. He was about to ask who, when he recognized Red's wet smiling face in front of his and felt the passion of the kiss pressing into his lips. He brought his left hand up to caress the little man's smooth shaved head. It suddenly occurred to him that there were three men working his sex-charged body. Another mouth clamped onto his left tit. Shit, four. He felt a stiff beard, Bob?
His body was suddenly being lifted by, how many, five men? The sexual passion filling his mind in the shadowy steam overtook his needs. His eyes closed as the hot hands and mouth carried him to a pleasure he hadn't experienced in some time. Two eager mouths were working his cock; another was eating his asshole. Two men sucked his now burning tits. His arms went out and fell against two more men who seemed to be as much into the hot steamy sex as the group assaulting his body were.
The steam continued to billow into the dark tiled room. Now he knew why Richard and Dell smirked when they had left. They knew Red and Ron had planned a sexual ambush. The hot hands turned him over and lifted him. Like a group of medics, they lowered him into place. His cock was directed into a tight slippery asshole. The moaning told him it was Red. A thick long cock was slipped into his mouth as Red sucked the big low hanging balls from below. Whose dick was this? He felt the tongue leave his ass and be replaced by a large round object. A dick was about to fill his butt. Pain shot threw his back as the feeling of being fucked took over. His ass had been virgin territory since the time Red had entered their lives. Still, all he could do was moan and groan as the cock filling his mouth battered his throat and his own dick was swallowed in the tight heat of Red's body. Hands came and directed his to two more stiff pricks. It was like being suspended in a sexual haze. He lost his ability to think as the thought of sex with five, or was it six men, took over.
The steam room drama continued until his ass had been fucked by at least four of the men. His mouth tasted too many cocks to count. But Red remained the foundation under him, as he pistoned the eager ass. He finally reached a breaking point, no longer able to distinguish his sweat from the steam. His nuts screamed as he unleashed what had to be the biggest load of spunk he had let go in some time. Suddenly it was raining. Hot thick globs of cum covered him. Whoever was fucking his ass, left it splattered with a copious thick load. He was lifted by the quiet hands again and left face down on the wet tile. Several minutes passed before he could move from what had to have been an hour in the steam. He got up on his wobbly legs and headed to the community shower.
The large tiled room echoed with running water and men's voices. He stood in the doorway and watched for a few seconds as the men all slowly turned to smile at him. Red had the biggest evil grin of all. He tried to attach actions to cocks down his throat or up his ass. As he walked into the center of the showers, they all started to stroke their dicks. His own prize black tool bounced proudly before him.
"Yous sure one hot piece of black azz, buddy." Ron slipped his arm around his lover's waist and continued to stroke his dick. Darrell couldn't speak. The men gather round each with one arm around the other's waist as they stroked hard cocks with their free hands. He studied the quiet faces of Joe, Vic, Dave, Bob, Ron and Red. Seven more loads of manjuice washed down the shower drains as the men quietly got off.
"OK, one more question. Who among you fucked this hot ass?" Five hands went up. He looked down at the array of thick cocks. Just wanted to clear that up." He ran a hand over the smooth black muscle butt and made a hissing sound. "Hot stuff."
Tom celebrated his luck of finding a parking place on the side of their apartment hotel. He had dropped Eric off at a friend's office so he could do some work on the projects Marsh had faxed to him. Tom was hoping to pack and ship two of their suitcases back separately and not have to check them on the plane and explain why they were leaving with more stuff once again. He saluted the Sebring and walked briskly to the front door. He fumbled with his large cup of coffee as he unlocked the security door. Bill and Steve were in the lobby talking with two hot men they had picked up the night before. Tom was about to introduce himself when the building shook with the vibration of metal hitting metal outside.
The men ran outside to find Tom's rental car, and one other, now smashed by a runaway garbage truck. Tom looked at the mangled twist of metal that had passed for a convertible two minutes earlier. He counted his blessings to have gotten out of it in time. The garbage truck driver seemed to be screaming that the cars had attacked his truck as two wailing police cars arrived along with a growing throng of people. Two cops worked to keep traffic from getting snarled on the narrow street while two others tried to get a coherent story from the agitated garbage truck driver. They asked who owned the two cars and Tom raised his hand. The truck driver seemed to quiet down looking at Tom's beefy presence.
Tom explained it was a rental car and ran up to the room to retrieve the paperwork and to call Eric. He could see the crumpled cars from their window as he called Eric. It took a minute for them to find him and Tom could see the cops radioing for support as the driver got more bent out of shape. He finally heard Eric's voice at the other end asking what's up?
"Um, you know how we had hoped to ship a couple of suitcases out today, well, it may not happen. A garbage truck sort of ran over the car."
"What? Are you OK? Are you hurt? Where are you?"
"Calm down, I'm fine. I'm calling from the hotel room. I wasn't in the car when the truck hit it outside our hotel. It's creamed and I have to call the rental company. They'll be so happy."
"You're sure you're all right?" Tom could hear the concern in Eric's voice through the receiver.
"Yeah, just pissed. The jerko driver is saying the cars attached his truck. Pretty damn remarkable engineering for an empty car to attack a truck. I have to get the paperwork down to the police. Is there a number where I can call you directly?"
"Don't know. I'll find out and leave a message with the desk clerk there. I have several hours of work here. Jack and Marsh have been working with Dell, Dan and Dave, hmm, three D's. Anyway, they are putting a very ambitious project together to expand Dan's diner idea and Dave's store. I'm sure they'll ask me for financing and I want to be fair about it."
"You're always fair."
"I try but it's not as easy to do business with friends as people think. Besides I was going to use the time to work on the expansion plans for the security company. I think we have too many balls in the air right now. Hmmm. Anyway, try not to piss off the truck driver by being too sarcastic."
"Me? Never. OK, I'll be here waiting.....for sex.....naked....ass in the air."
"I get the picture, later guy." Tom heard the phone click and go dead and knew he had created a mental image in Eric's mind that would wreak havoc with the big man's horse cock. He chuckled to himself as he headed back out to talk with the cops. Bill and Steve stopped him in the lobby to ask if he wanted to borrow their rental car but he declined. The beefy men groped and hugged him and headed out with their friends.
Tom stood and listened to the truck driver continue to rant as a third police cruiser pulled up. He hesitated getting in the middle of the driver's craziness and looked for the cop he had talked to a few minutes earlier. He glanced at the door of the police cruiser as it opened and stopped in his tracks. He didn't so much see the leg at first as he felt it. The uninformed leg emerging from the cruiser was huge. And it was attached to an equally huge man. The cop prying himself from the cruiser was easily as big as Eric. Short cropped blond hair and a square-jawed rugged face frowned at the scene. The expanse of shoulders and back exiting the car was like watching a ship leave a dock in slow motion. The mountain of muscle in snug uniform stood next to the car and flexed. Tom thought the shirtsleeves would burst as the man adjusted his cap on his head. The man casually closed the car door and walked to the now terrified diver. A wide smile across the rugged face didn't seem to make the driver appear any more at ease. The man shared his story with the new muscle cop and the poor cop he had berated for the last 20 minutes. Muscle cop listened intently, never interrupting. Tom watched the man's muscles flex as he crossed his arms in front of the ample basket.
He was suddenly aware of the first cop pointing in his direction. He swallowed hard as the muscle moved in his direction. "Good afternoon sir. I understand this convertible is yours?"
"Um, yes sir. It's a rental." Tom's mind whirled at the thought of being sandwiched between Eric and this behemoth. "Here's the paperwork. I called them and someone is on the way." He handed the man the documents.
"Thank you, uhh, Mr. Bell. Tom Bell. Hmmm. Officer Winters." Tom felt the intensity of the cop's blue eyes scour his body as he repeated his name and shook his hand. One side of the man's mouth curled up in a mischievous smile "And it's my understanding that you claim to have not driven your car under this truck?" Tom nodded and studied the man's blank face. He was suddenly aware of the second cop who had been in the third car and was now standing next to them. The young cop was a smaller version of the big dude. Blond, blue, big smile and tons of muscle. Tom felt his balls swelling. "Good, we found the driver of the other car. The alleged driver. Now, you're sure. MR. Bell, you weren't driving?" Tom blinked. The big cop leaned forward and Tom inhaled his thick male scent. Blank face. "I'm kidding, buddy." A slow smile grew across the handsome face. A big hand reached out and squeezed Tom's shoulder.
The shorter muscle cop shook his head. "Sorry, sir. He has a very bizarre sense of humour." The two cops turned to walk back to the driver. Officer Winters turned and smiled back at Tom. He watched as the police finished their report and tow trucks arrived to clean up the mess. A rep from the rental company arrived and took over for Tom.
A few minutes later the smaller muscle cop approached Tom and thanked him. "I assume they will make arrangements to get you another car. Sorry this screwed up your vacation. Are you OK sir?" Tom fought to clear the sexual images from his mind and shook his head yes. He headed back up to his hotel room to wait for the rental car company or Eric to call. From the window, he could watch the cops. The muscle cops were the last to leave. Tom idly rubbed his crotch as the two men stood next to their cruiser and talked. They flipped through some paper and pointed to the hotel. The two men looked up at the building and directly at the window where Tom was watching. They waved up at Tom. He felt blood rush to his face as he waved back. Shit. Just how much of his hard basket could they have seen from the street?
Tom kept himself busy packing the clothes and leather items they were going to ship home separately. They had three more days in San Francisco but knew they weren't going to need all of this. He laughed out loud at the amount of stuff they pack for a vacation. And then there were all the purchases they had made for the new house and had shipped back. Doug and Mike back home at the house must be wondering if they had lost their minds. Eric called an hour later and said he expected to be tied up until 4 or 4:30. Tom explained he had yet to hear about the rental car. Their office was near the building where Eric was working so Eric offered to call and pick up the car. Tom hung up the phone and stretched. He thought about a run while he waited for Eric and had just stripped off his shirt when there was a knock on the door. He opened it to the two muscle cops.
"Mr. Bell, we need you to come with us. We need to complete some work." Tom opened his mouth to ask a question. "Now sir."
"Oh, OK. Let me grab my shirt."
"No, now sir." The men grabbed Tom and spun him around. Cuffs clicked into place as the big man half pulled him down the hall and into the elevator. Tom couldn't see the second cop. He was shoved in to the back of a plain white Ford van and bounced off the floor as they sped off. It only took seconds for all that to happen and no one on the street even flinched. Tom rolled to his side to see the backs of the two men through a safety screen. He struggled to keep from slamming off the sides of the van as they swerved through traffic. Sweat broke out across his face and chest. Light disappeared as they pulled in to the garage of a building.
Tom flexed his legs to prepare to fight back when they opened the side door. Instead, they opened the rear doors and slid him out onto wobbly footing. The dark garage gave him no clue where he might be. He opened his mouth again to speak. A ball gag was snapped into place and a hood slipped over his eyes. His cock and balls suddenly woke up as he realized this was a sex scene and not an interrogation. His mind flashed back to a previous period of his life and fear once again brought out fear. All these two muscle studs would have had to do was ask. He would have gladly volunteered.
They led him roughly up a flight of stairs and down a hallway that he figured had to be cement block or concrete from the echoing of their boots. One of them unlocked a door. Tom's bare chest was greeted with cooler air and the distinct smell of leather and sex. As the bigger cop steadied him, the smaller cop removed his shoes. In seconds he was naked, wrists still cuffed and only wearing a hood and ball gag. The shorter cop unlocked the cuffs and massaged Tom's bruised wrists. Tom could feel his hot breath on his chest and then a tongue licking at the nipple rings. His cock twitched involuntarily.
The bigger cop's deep voice spoke softly in his ear. "Tommy, you were brought here not by choice, but you are in control. If we do anything that is over your limits, you give us a sign." Tom mumbled through the gag. "Not yet, buddy, not yet." He led Tom across the room and leaned him against a wooden structure. As Tom's hands were raised into place he recognized it as a St. Andrew's cross. He was surprised at the tenderness the two men used as they secured him in his restraints, the hot hands, now in leather gloves, sensuously caressed his body. They complimented him on his work in the gym and soon had his senses revved.
A swirl of air got his attention. Low classical music came on from across the room. Tom knew the music but couldn't remember the name. He heard heavy boots move across the concrete floor. A large hand cupped his balls and rigid cock. The leather glove felt good despite Tom's increasing nervousness. The gloved hand moved across his furry chest, twisting and turning each nipple. He felt himself wishing he had shaved. The hands, now two, worked both pecs. He moaned softly. The boots moved around to his back. They kneaded the thick muscular knots of flesh across the shoulders. Smoothed the beads of sweat down to the protruding muscle butt. Tom's heart raced as the fingers spread his butt and teased his asshole. They slid down the quads and calves. A tongue licked his ass. Teeth bit softly into the firm flesh. He felt the presence of the two cops in front of him again as the third person now leaned a full leather clad body against his ass and back. Hot breath rushed across his neck. Tom inhaled the leather scents. His head snapped back. Eric.
"Son, I wasn't exactly planning this this way, and sorry, I had to unpack a bit of what you did, but I'd like to introduce you to Officers Winters and Brown. They'll be coming to work for me, for us, to run the expanded security firm in Chicago and at home. Of course, you might consider this their second interview." The hood was pulled back from Tom's head. The cops were now bare-chested wearing only their uniform pants and Sam Browns. The hood was replaced with one that had eyeholes so he could watch the two hunky men.
Officer Winters spoke first. "I don't usually get to have a hot scene with my boss but you two are exceptions. My partner here is assigned to keep your dick happy while I get tit patrol." Tom saw the smaller blond muscle hunk drop to his knees and swallow Tom's swaying cock. Winters gloved hands began sensuously massaging Tom's massive pecs. "By the way, he's my partner in life too."
Eric's firm gloved hand ran down Tom's back and hard ass. "That just leaves me, and my trusty flogger." The straps from the flogger softly spread out over Tom's ass and back. "Oh, by the way, got an Explorer this time, no Sebrings were available. That OK son?"
"Yes sir. But Eric, the flogger always makes me cum right away."
Winters twisted a nip. "That's all right. My partner here is a cumhog, won't lose a drop. He knows better."
Eric kissed the back of Tom's neck. "Well, then, let's proceed with this interview." Thwack. The first brush of the flogger was gentle but firm. Tom moaned. Officer Brown gagged.
To be continued, comments- suggestions? Lennoxbear@aol.com