Feelings of Security

G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 32 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 you are offended by such material, 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.

Dave flopped onto the bed next to Bob and watched the TV channels click by. He pulled a pillow behind him and snuggled against the beefy older man.

"Good workout tonight. I'll have you whipped into shape in no time."

Bob slowly turned toward him and sneered. "You'll what?" The cryptic comment was followed by an attack on the teenager's pointy nips under the heavy sweatshirt. The two men jostled as Bob tickled and nibbled his partner. He stopped with a smart slap to the side of the round ample ass in the faded jeans. Dave was quick to notice the hard outline in the man's jeans when he rolled away and back to the remote control. "So what do you want to do for dinner tonight, the left over roast beef?"

"Yeah, that's fine. And I'll have some of whatever you're hiding in your jeans down there."

"That's your dessert pig boy. You're getting bad."

"I'm learning from you." Dave groped Bob's growing dick expecting to have his hand slapped away. Bob just groaned.

"Careful, you'll be having your dessert first. What's in the mail?"

Dave continued to rub the hard denim covered dick as he sorted through the day's mail. "Hmm, something from Eric's company. You know we haven't seen much of them at all since they got back from California."

"According to Marsh, they came back to a shitload of work that needed attention pronto like. We may not see much of them until the housewarming in December."

"It's the paperwork on the new store Eric is helping me open. That plaza he's building out here is awesome. Wow, this store is going to be great, and it won't cost any more to run than my current one. Oh, and a drawing of how the store will connect to the new restaurant Dan is building and the clothing store Sonny is fronting."

"You didn't tell me Sonny is opening a store. Um, you're going to make me cum if you keep rubbing like that, stop it."

"Oh yeah, he and his new boyfriend are going to offer some of the sports gear that I don't carry and some of the upscale type stuff that gay men prefer."

"Slut wear."

"You got it. Wow, I'm excited now. All this should happen and be finished by March. Should make for an interesting spring. I just need to find staff for the store."

"Any prospects at the gym?"

"No, Red's trying to find staff for the new gym that's opening on the other side of town. They all take one look at Tom and Red and forget about me."

"Ho, ho, I'm not the only one who is a bit hard." Bob dropped the remote on the nightstand and took the papers from Dave.

"Hey, I have to read and sign those. I thought you wanted dinner." Bob straddled the young man and undid his jeans. He giggled as he attempted to push the man's hands away from his rigid prick. "Bob, you know what happens when we do this. We end up skipping dinner and screwing all night." Bob only smiled wickedly as he peeled off his own flannel shirt and ran the boy's hands over the thick fur-covered pecs.

"I don't think this will take long for either of us. Cripes, maybe if you flashed a few more of those guys at the gym this dick of death, you could find a staff. No pun intended. Don't worry, you'll be able to sign the forms and have dinner."

"I want people who will do a good job who I can trust. I ain't looking for blowjobs. Well, not from them, however, right now, how about a little 69?" Bob swallowed the stiff dick and swung his legs around. "Guess that's a yes."

Dan sat at the Dog Pound cafe counter waiting for Doc Pratt. Dell topped off his protein drink and looked over his shoulder. "Well, Dell, we're about to take another step here and expand the gay business world according to Eric. You ready?"

Dell sighed deeply and looked at the paperwork attached to the drawings. "Yeah, but I have to admit, I'll miss this place when I go to manage our new restaurant partner." Dan looked up slyly.

"You'll miss being able to cruise all the hot men, even with Richard here."

Dell smiled as he looked over at the front desk where Richard was chatting with a gym member. "You know, it's funny, but we are basically monogamous. Even with all the hot men around here. Richard pretty much does it for me. He knows all the right spots to hit." Dan glanced at Dell's round bubble butt. "Shut up. I know, it's not exactly a small target."

Dan threw his hands up in the air. "I didn't say a thing. Soooooooo, any luck finding a new manager?"

"Trying to change the subject eh? No luck so far. We've been interviewing to find someone to take my place here, plus we need a manager for the cafe in the new gym. Tom and Red offer a fairly competitive wage and benefits, plus gym membership. I think they take one look at Tom and are scared away."

"Huh, yeah, I guess all that beef might intimidate you, but he's such a sweetheart. You can't find nicer guys than Red and Tom." Tom Pratt walked around the corner from the locker room just as Dan made his comment.

"You of course, mean me." He flexed his ample pecs and chest as he flopped onto a stool and motioned for a drink. Dell pulled Pratt's favourite protein drink from the cooler and slid it down the counter toward him. Tom snatched it, pulled the tab and took a swig. "Fuckin' butch, eh?"

Dan patted his thigh. "Yeah real butch and of course I mean you." Pratt faked a laugh and pinched a nip.

"So, Dell, where is that big hunk o' boss of yours anyway? I haven't seen neither Tom nor Eric for weeks."

Dell wiggled his butt at Richard at the front desk. "According to Marsh and Jack those two have been working like fiends to get all this real estate stuff in place by the end of the year so they can enjoy the holidays. I have tons of paperwork to do for them and we're interviewing like crazy. You know anyone looking for a job?"

"Not really. You mean gay?"

Dell finished cleaning the coffee pot. "Not necessarily, but they need to be open minded. A cute beefy straight boy would do just fine."

Dan rolled his eyes as he got up and threw his gym bag over his shoulder. "Yeah right. I don't think they are as easily converted as you think. Come on doc, let's go home and examine each other."

"You just want to go home and fuck." Pratt stood up and pulled his motorcycle jacket over the broad shoulders.

Dan groped his crotch and pumped his hips. "That's code for, don't feed me first, I'll fall asleep. We'll see you tomorrow Dell, good luck with the interviewing. If we come across anyone, we'll let you know."

"Which come do you mean?" He smiled as the two hunky lovers bounced shoulders off each other in the doorway. He was about to make a comment to Richard when they heard someone yelling in the free weight room.

Richard swiped a member's card. "Oh, that's just Red in his workout. Probably broke a nail."

Red jumped up from the heavily loaded bench and did a dance around the floor in between Ron and Darrell. "All right, I'm back, looka that weight guys. I'm back to lifting my old weights." He continued to pump the air and jump as his buddies laughed.

"There's gonna be no livin' with him now." Darrell threw an arm out and tried to catch the beefy fireplug. Red dodged the arm and crashed into Ron. Ron just laughed.

"Hey, sweaty little bald white boy, you think you're da man?" Ron pushed him away.

Red bounced his chest off of Ron's thick pecs. He shouted, "I'm DA MAN!!!" And continued to dance. Gym members in the area just laughed or applauded. They had long since figured out the three men were lovers and worked each other's nerves unmercilessly.

Darrell took his place on the bench and prepared to lift the 415 pounds. "We'll see about that when we get home."

Red stopped his celebration. "You, uh, guys wouldn't hold back, you know, um, those, things on me?" The two beefy black men nodded yes. "But, it's been weeks, months since I've been allowed to lift heavy. I think I deserve the right to be happy."

Darrell pushed through the 10-rep set. "Depends. Are you happier lifting or, you know." He got up and pumped his slabs of muscles. Red studied the two blank faces and dropped his shoulders.

Ron picked up his towel and motioned toward the locker room. "Good workout, time to shower. Come on Darrell." Red followed like a lost puppy.

"But I'm back to where I was six months ago. I don't understand." He quietly stripped out of his gym clothes as Darrell and Ron did likewise. He stared at the floor. "Guys, I'm sorry if I pissed you off but I've been so down on myself with my health and all, I just thought you'd be........." Two stiff black dicks swung out in front of him.

He looked up as the two men almost spit on him to keep from laughing. Ron pulled him from the bench. "You can be such a gullible queen sometimes." He pushed him toward the showers.

"There are too many people around guys, we can't fool around." Red quickly glanced at the people in the shower room.

Darrell began to lather his tall muscular frame. "Don't worry about it. We'll be ready when we get home." Thirty minutes later the three lovers were naked and pounding flesh. Red happily sucked one dick as another plowed his ass. They switched every few minutes to his intense delight. Balls slapped against his chin and ass. Strong callused hands worked his nips until they were raw and screaming for mercy. His lovers fucked the hell out of him for an hour before covering the sweat-covered redhead in ribbons of hot thick cum.

Red lay on the bed as Ron stroked his still throbbing cock and Darrell assaulted the red, raw nips one more time. Red sent a stream of his own juice high into the air. "Oh shit, that was better than the workout tonight."

Darrell slapped his big round muscle butt. "And don't you for once ever think we aren't happy that you aren't back to your evil weightlifting, cocksucking self. We love you man, we're glad to have you back to normal."

"Yeah, you ever think we don't love you, well, I don't know what we might have to do to prove it." Red lay across the bed as the two men toweled the multiple loads of cum from his chest.

"Hmm, I might just have to test that." He reached for the still bloated cocks swinging above him. Darrell batted his hand away.

"Not now you silly muscle pig. It's time for dinner."

Mike watched as Doug finished the last set. He marveled at how quickly he had fought back and rebuilt his workout. He had hardly been able to hobble around the gym a few weeks before. Now he was pushing tons of weight and making big gains. His muscles were quickly growing and the weight dropping. If he could only get him to do something about his clothes. Doug was a bit on the conservative side where his body was concerned. But the chest and dick of death deserved to be displayed in Mike's mind.

"All right buddy, you're about to shoot past your old maxs and make new gains. You'll be challenging me in no time."

"Well, I doubt that but thanks. If I could only stop sweating like a damn pig." He wiped his sweat-soaked hair. "I leave puddles wherever I go."

"You, at least, carry a towel and use it. Lots of guys don't. It's disgusting to find machines dripping with sweat. I'll spare you Red's comments, other than he goes ballistic. Besides, sweat can be a good thing."

Doug giggled, "You're thinking in terms of sex, um, this isn't the same thing."

"It isn't? Works for me."

"Everything works for you. You are such a pig. By the way, what did Tom and Red say about you're wanting to stay on as trainer and our not managing the B&B?"

"They were OK with it on one condition and that is I hire the training staff for the new gym opening in January. I've talked with a couple of people but haven't made any decisions. I have to meet a guy for a few minutes before we leave."

"Aren't you going to workout?" He stepped back knowing he had pushed one of Mike's buttons.

Mike's eyes narrowed to tiny slits as he took a deep breath. "I workout all day with clients and do my own sets between appointments, thank you. How else do you think I keep this killer bod and razor sharp abs?"

"Oh we're back to the hot sweaty sex." Mike bearhugged his lover and wrestled with him as they walked toward the locker room. "I'll guess I'll wait for you in the cafe. Have you already showered and done the sauna?"

Mike saw the distinct outline of a growing prick in Doug's baggy shorts. "Yes I have and, oh, I'm the pig? I shouldn't be long." He glanced at Doug's crotch. "Well, not as long as some people."

"I get the point spandex boy."

"Speaking of which we need to get you some new clothes."

Doug smiled coyly as he swung his towel over his shoulder and sauntered toward the locker room tossing his water bottle into the air. "Maybe."

Mike rolled his eyes, shook his head slightly and casually adjusted his dick. After a day of being around men and muscle, he wanted to grab Doug and pull him down on top of him. Later. He was about to go to his office when Richard came around the corner.

"Hey, Mike, that guy who wanted to drop off his resume is here, where did you want to meet him?"

"Great, in my office. I'll come out front and get him. Any signs?"

Richard opened his mouth to say something then closed it and waved his hand. "You know, I don't know. You're on your own on this one." He smiled as Mike walked past him to the front desk. Richard pointed to the man standing near the cafe entrance. The man stood about 5' 10", with a nearly shaved head and heavy five o'clock shadow. He wore an open motorcycle jacket over a sweatshirt and spandex shorts. The shorts hugged a thick chiseled set of furry legs in work boots. "Well, he's got the look anyway." Richard walked back to the front desk humming a commercial.

"Hi, I'm Mike."

"Hi, I'm Rick Vaness, thanks for taking the time to see me." Mike motioned toward his office upstairs and to the back of the row. They made small talk about the gym and Rick admitted he had worked out at the Dog Pound a couple of times. Mike invited him to sit as Rick apologized for his dress; he had just finished a workout and realized he would he late if he showered. The jacket came off and revealed a wide heavily muscled chest and shoulders. The man certainly did fit the look.

The two men chatted amicably over the job of head trainer for the new gym. Rick met all the criteria. His resume had all the things a gym wants in a trainer and his appearance would inspire clients. Certainly the gay ones. Mike shifted in his chair to keep his inspiration from becoming painful.

Richard walked through the locker room on his hourly cleanliness check-up and stopped to say hello to Doug.

"So how does Mike's candidate look?"

Richard took a deep breath. "I'd do him in a minute. Oh hell, we'd all do him in a group in the middle of O'Hare."

Doug tucked his shirt into his jeans. "That good eh?"

Richard shrugged his shoulder. "Something about this place just brings them out. Like a beacon drawing gay muscle bears to a campfire. Or something like that."

"Hmmm, guess I should get upstairs and have a peek. Oh, by the way, I saw these two big beefy naked black men with these funny stiff protuberances leading a shorter, bald muscle pup to the showers a few minutes ago. What's that all about?"

Richard laughed. "I'm getting too old for all of this. As Red regains his strength and, well, you know, the three of them are damn near out of control. Red gives off this sexual buzz all day until they get here to workout, then it becomes this high pitched sex call that only dogs can hear." Doug's face went blank. "I'm kidding, sort of."

Doug found Mike's office empty when he walked upstairs. A worn leather motorcycle jacket lay across the corner chair. He spotted Mike walking Rick through the Dog Pound explaining the operations philosophy and how the two gyms will have the same features and equipment but the new gym will be spread out on one floor for convenience to persons with disabilities. He tried not to stare at Rick's hard body and ample basket, not to mention the roundness of the beefy muscle butt. The man seemed genuinely excited about the prospect of working for Red and Tom. He asked about timelines.

Mike walked back toward his office as Doug walked into the cafe. Doug did a double take when he saw Rick up close. Mike looked curiously at Doug. "Tom and Red want to second interview whomever I suggest and they want to get the person hired here before the holidays, then work to get everything in place for the opening in January. Not a lot of time."

Rick shuffled nervously as they sat down in Mike's office again. "Look, I really want this opportunity. I live and breath lifting and working out. And I train people on my own. I want the opportunity to establish a career for myself in an outfit like this. I saw Tom and Red compete, in June was it? I did my homework and you guys are customer focused and putting your money where your mouth is, at least where muscle is concerned. I would really like this chance Mike, but there's one thing you should know." Mike took a deep breath expecting a huge background mystery. "I'm straight."

Mike bust out laughing. "I thought you were going to tell me you were a felon or had a terminal illness. Rick, I would not not consider you just because you're straight."

"Really? I mean with Tom and Eric and well, Red and his lovers, you know, I thought, this place has a rep, But everyone has only good stuff to say about everyone and the equipment is top notch. I mean I'm open-minded, I've even suc.., um, but it's not where my head is. Oooo, sorry, bad choice of words." Mike waved his hands. Rick took several deep breaths and turned bright red.

"Rick, I'll call you tomorrow and give you a time to meet with Tom and Red. And we do have straight people working here, a few." Rick's eyes opened wide. "I'm kidding. We are a very diverse organization." They worked out a couple of details as Mike walked him to the front door. On their way they passed Joe and Vic heading to the free weight room. Vic walked into the doorframe as he strained to get a better look at Rick.

Mike shook Rick's beefy hand and watched as the man hustled across the parking lot to a spotlessly clean, yellow Ford Ranger. "Oh yeah, he's straight."

He found Doug seated at the cafe counter sipping a protein shake and chatting with Dell. "So, what's the word?"

Mike leaned against the counter and smiled. "He'll be perfect. Has all the right stuff."

"We second that." Joe and Vic sauntered in to ask about Rick.

"I think Tom and Red will hire him with no problem. He's the perfect trainer and he has business training too. He'll make a good addition to our staff."

Joe leaned closer. "How about?"

"Sorry guys, he's straight"

"WHAT?"

Mike laughed. "He was worried that he wouldn't be considered for the job because of his sexual preference. He seems to know an awful lot about what goes on here. And believe me, he said all the right things, he's straight."

"Daaaayamnnnnn." Vic's shoulders slouched. Joe pulled his cop partner back toward the free weight room.

"Sorry Vic, you're stuck with me so let's get cracking on this workout. So I can get cracking elsewhere." Vic's eyes widened and he wiggled his butt.

Richard put his hand over his eyes and sighed. "That poor bastard, Rick is it, doesn't stand a chance."

Mike pulled Doug from his chair and scanned his clothes. "What's this?" Doug was wearing a skintight gray knit shirt that hugged his muscular body and snug jeans that nicely displayed the thick legs and huge basket.

"Oh just a little image adjustment, you like it?"

"Yeah, I really do. Now, finish your drink, we need to go."

"That hungry eh?"

"Um, yeah right, food. We'll get to it eventually."

Joe pulled off his sweatshirt and walked to the preacher bench in the corner of the free weight room. "OK, buddy, time for a really blitzing arm workout. Let's do a few warm-ups and then a quick cable routine. What?"

Vic set the weight on the cables and grabbed the handles. "Are you doing something different? Your arms and shoulders are really popping and cut. Why haven't I noticed that? Why don't I have those cuts?"

"Hmm, for starters, you're older than I am, then there's the cops and donuts thing. Not a good combination. You're older than I am. Plus, I changed my diet. And, generally you are face down with your eyes closed going, oh,oh,oh to even notice." Vic just blinked unable to say anything. He dropped the handles and upped the weight by 20 pounds. "And you're older than I am." 30 pounds.

He calmly squeezed out a set and felt his arms start to heat up. "And for your information, I don't do donuts."

"Bagels and cream cheese then." Joe moved through a set with ease.

"Nope." Vic raised the weight another notch. "Sorry to disappoint you. And tonight, I'll be on my back, watching those shoulders and those tits are in for some real pain."

"OK, I fail to see how that relates to biceps and the cable machine but then again I should know not to walk up in the middle of one of your conversations." Sonny stood to one side pumping his arms and pointing to his nipples. "I don't get the routine here. Is tonight biceps and nipple night?"

Joe laughed and pumped his softball-sized biceps in Sonny's face. "Piglet here is jealous of my arm growth."

"Oh, I see. And that equates to titplay and sex, silly me." Sonny shook his head as if to clear the cobwebs. "Let's compare." He yanked off his sweatshirt to reveal a gray tank and struck a quick double biceps pose. The arms swelled to hard round softball size peaks.

Tim walked up and flexed next to him. "I don't know what you're all doing but I like what I see."

Joe did another set and smiled. "Vic here is feeling inadequate in the arm department.

Tim grabbed a 10-pound plate to do some warm-ups. "Oh sorry. But you have great arms for someone your age. I love doing arms. Let's hit the weights. We'll have him up to speed in no time"

Vic took over the cables for another set. "What? A man my age? You know, Joey, there is such a thing as no sex at all." The three buddies watching him just laughed. "And I ain't that old, fuck all of you."

Sonny stepped up as Vic finished. "Mind if we work in with you? And Vic, the day you withhold sex is the day I'll have a sex change operation." Tim and Joe shook their whole bodies in disgust.

Joe did his last set of cables. "OK boys, tonight we blitz arms. Hope someone can keep up." He glanced at Vic.

Vic faked a laugh as he set-up the bar on the preacher bench. "You know, I could also go the other way and over sex you." Pause. Silence. Laughter. "Well, then, guess I am on my way to 22-inch biceps."

Tim finished a set on cables. "Oh man, don't make me laugh so hard. I'll hurl my meds."

Sonny hugged Vic's shoulders. "Aren't you glad we're your friends?"

"Yeah right." Vic added with sarcasm. "As a cop, I think I need backup friends."

The four buds spent the next hour killing their arms. All were soaked with sweat as Vic tumbled onto an ab machine. "Come on guys. Twenty minutes of abs, whadya say?"

"He's feeling guilty for those donuts again." Vic orchestrated a 20-minute abfest that soon had the four men dripping even more sweat. Richard walked quietly over and pursed his lips. "Uh oh, it's the sweat police. Everybody have your towels ready."

"Noooooooo, I ain't coming over to whine at you for the puddles of sweat you leave. It's 9:30 boys, we close in 30. I know how easily you guys get distracted."

Vic wiped sweat from his forehead. "I'm ready to hit the showers, you guys? Thanks Richard, we won't keep you."

"Thanks, Dell and I will be downstairs doing paperwork. Enjoy the showers. Boy, that's a dangerous thing to say."

The four men quickly swept through the locker room, stripped and headed for the showers. Vic pulled Joe into the sauna on the way. "Vic, we only have a few minutes. We don't have time to lounge in the sauna." He pulled his lover to the bench and sat down.

"Now isn't this nice?"

"Yeah right, where's that hand going? Stop." Vic's hand squeezed the inside of Joe's thick, sweaty left thigh. "Don't." It inched up until the knuckles nuzzled the sleeping giant between Joe's legs. "Stop it." The big beefy hand cradled the fat full nuts and pulled playfully. "Don't do that." The fat cock swelled with pride. Sonny and Tim walked in and froze near the door as Vic's lips lightly kissed the side of Joe's neck. "Don't....touch....me"

Sonny hesitated near the wooden door and glanced out the small window at only two other men in the locker getting dressed to leave. "Guys this isn't exactly the best place. Tim, what are you doing?" Tim fell to his knees and swallowed the big man's swinging crankshaft. Sonny's hand instinctively went to the door to hold it shut as his cock disappeared into the smaller man's hot mouth.

Vic slid his wet body over Joe's left leg and positioned himself at his lover's feet. "One should always have protein right after a good workout." He licked and teased the growing knob of Joe's lengthening cock and squeezed the thick fleshy prick in his wet callused hand. Sweat rolled down the chests of the furry men and plopped onto the tile floor. Vic took the not quite hard dick into his mouth and sucked it down. Sonny looked over as he heard Joe gasp. He watched as Vic expertly sucked the big man's dick into hard submission. His own lover at his feet gagged on the formidable object of his desire. Vic's head moved slowly up and down on the shiny fat cock. Sonny glanced out the door window at an empty locker room. He placed his hand on the back of Tim's head and pushed the man's face into his crotch.

Tim breathed deeply, opened his throat and felt the dick slip deep into his hungry throat. He slid a wet hand deep into Sonny's ass and found the tight hole. Sonny's legs trembled. He glanced back at Joe and Vic. Vic's head was moving faster as his hand closed around Joe's engorged cock. Vic's own cock and balls swung in rhythm between his heavily muscled thighs. Joe sucked in a deep breath and Vic buried his face into the man's thick forest of hair. A finger slid into Sonny's ass and immediately hit the target. Sonny felt his nuts churning. Tim pulled back as ribbons of hot spunk hit him in the chest and stuck. Sonny held onto the doorframe as his knees wobbled under him. Tim smiled up at Sonny and squeezed a few more drops from the pole bouncing in front of him. "That ought to hold until we get home." Sonny swallowed hard and pulled the man to his feet. He closed his arms around the tight body and pressed their lips together.

"We need to shower."

"Your dick's still hard."

Sonny walked out of the sauna and back to the empty showers. He turned the spray on full and stood under the relaxing stream. "What you just did, well, it ain't going to go down for awhile?"

Tim tilted his head under the water cascading over his muscles. "Well then, shower quickly."

Vic sucked until Joe pried him from his sore dick. "Wow, that was intense. But we have to go. Did you shoot?" Vic got to his feet and smiled slyly through his sweat. No. "Uh oh, something tells me I'm in for a long night."

The four men giggling the whole time they showered and dressed. As Sonny fumbled to get his jeans over his still stiff prick, Vic flopped to the bench to tie his shoes. "Are you having a problem there buddy?"

"Depends on how you look at it. Tim here is the one who has to deal with it now."

Tim zipped his gym bag closed. "Time's a wastin', let's get moving." They found the front door locked. "That's weird. Wonder where Richard is? There's light in the cafe office. Let's look there."

They found Dell draped over his desk, jeans at his ankles and Richard slumped over his back. Both men were breathing deeply and a condom wrapper lay on the floor.

"So this is what you do when you kick out the members."

Richard pulled up his pants and laughed. "We didn't throw you out. You were too busy sucking dick in the sauna." The four buddies faked looking aghast. "Get real guys, you aren't exactly the quietest group."

Dell pulled his clothes together and slapped Richard's butt. "Well, on that note, let's go home.

Tom stretched out on the bench and placed his hands on the lower crossbeam at the bottom of the machine. His naked slightly sweaty body stuck to the new vinyl covering as his stiff cock rolled underneath his abs. "I really like the carpeting we choose for down here but do you think it will hold up?" He felt Eric's hot hands massaging his butt and groaned. A callused palm fondled the big cum-filled nuts causing his exposed butthole to twitch in anticipation.

"It's from the same company as in the other house and that held up really well. I hope we get the same wear from this. We aren't hard on it like you would be at the Dog Pound and we're careful not to spill stuff. It should be OK. I'll, uh, just be careful not to shoot anything on it today."

"Really. Our friends would definitely notice a cum stain on new carpeting in a new house right away. It would be like cum radar attracting them. Still, I don't think this is the intended use for this chest machine." A greased finger entered his butt and sent a shockwave of lust to his nipples. "When are the movers bringing the rest of our gym stuff?"

"Tuesday. Along with a bunch of files from the office. Buying new for the new house will leave us a nice gym in the B&B. Man, Tommy your butt is looking exceptionally hot tonight." Eric dropped to his knees and took a quick tongue lap at the upturned hole. "Mmmm, if it looks like a man and smells like a man, then..." His voice trailed away as he buried his tongue in his son's ass. The two men had spent the afternoon organizing the gym in their new house and, of course, hard work always leads to hard sex for the two lovers. Eric pushed Tom forward on the bench and fished his monster stiff prick back to tease as he ate the boy's butt. Tom moaned his approval.

"And they finish the sauna and shower down here next week too?

"Mmyepf."

"And then the rest of the furniture will get moved and we can move in?"

"Mwyepf."

"And all the moving men get to fuck me silly?"

"No! I'm still a little jealous over just how much you enjoyed the two Ron's humping your butt in San Francisco."

"I'm kid.......oh fuck.....ding. Mmmmm. I am never a pig without you and then, ooohhhnly with your consent. Oh fuck dad, eat me. Make me want it." Tom felt Eric's big beefy mitt close around his distended prick and begin to stroke him as the tongue drove deeper. Clear fluid began to seep from the beefy man's tube. Eric lapped it down

"Don't drip on the new carpet." Eric's hand cracked across Tom's upturned butt. Tom moaned louder. He used the thick goo to slick down the fat rod and lube his hand friction. Tom moaned still louder. Eric took a deep breath as he flexed his legs. "I'm getting too old for these low angle positions." Gobs of spit filled his hand and spread over the cock god between his legs. He pushed slowly into Tom's willing ass. The thick battering ram slowly slid in until it was buried to the orange sized nuts. Tom opened his eyes slightly to see Eric's hand move to grip the support beam on either side of his head. The calf-like forearms flexed and striated into more muscle than most men thought humanly possible. The big man was bracing for an all out assault on his lover's prone butt. Tom focused past the meaty forearms to a mirror on the sidewall. He could see Eric's magnificent 6'5" body, nude except for black high tops, poised in a sexual dance above his own body. He watched as his master's legs flexed with each thrust of the rigid prick deep into the round muscle butt. The arms were like oak limbs supporting the beefy furry chest. Beads of sweat formed on the man's shaved head as he mechanically throttled the willing man.

Tom watched the whole sexual scene like a movie in which he had gotten bottom billing. His eyes would link with Eric's as the big man slowed down his assault, then once again begin to build the intensity. Tom's sore tits slid across the bench. The nipple rings signaled waves of pleasure to his nuts still caught between the stiff prick and the end of the bench. Eric pummeled the hungry butt for 20 minutes before slamming his load home. Hot waves of spunk burned Tom's insides as Eric filled him. The thick chiseled abs heaved as Eric fought for breath. The burning muscled arms lowered the big man to kiss and lick the back of Tom's own sweaty neck.

"Not to be rude but if you don't want me to make a mess of the new carpet, move. My dick's about to blow. Eric unceremoniously pulled his pole free of Tom's butt dropped to his knees and pressed the man's body up until he could suck down the dangling cock. Tom filled his throat with a stream of pent up cum. Tom could only gasp as his body spasm with the jolts of cum in his dick. He struggled to clear his vision as Eric's drained his son's dick and lowered the muscle hunk back to the bench. "I can hardly wait until the sauna and shower and everything else is here. I'm going to like working out in this house as much as I like the other."

"What about workouts at the Dog Pound with Red and the gang?" Eric lifted Tom to his feet as his legs wobbled beneath him.

"Two-a-days. One at the Dog Pound and one here with you."

"You think we're going to have sex every time we workout?" Eric gave Tom a confused look. "Damn, we do it almost everytime now."

"How do you think I got this beefy?" Tom struck a pose as Eric wrestled him into a fur-covered embrace. "Were you really bothered by Ron, and uh Ron, fucking me in San Francisco? You initiated it." Eric toweled sweat from his body and handed another towel to Tom.

"I know, it's weird. Part of me likes the whole piggy sex things with our buddies. At the same time, I want you all to myself." He flopped on a bench and shrugged.

Tom pulled on his sweatshirt as Eric fondled his big nuts. "As I always tell you, I am only yours. I only enjoy sex with other men with you. And speaking of those guys, where are they staying in Chicago?"

"Well, they were supposed to stay with Bill and Steve but they ended up having to go out of town, so I asked Jim and Al if they could help them."

"You asked two cops to help two former cops find a new apartment? Two muscle crazy beefy hunky cops and two just as oversexed former cops? Oh my. I don't know who will wear out who."

"Whom?"

Ron and Ron guided the rental car into the drive of Jim and Al's house and sat for a few seconds. "Well, they are expecting us. I wish I new more about these guys. All Eric said is they are great guys and that we would like them. And ready or not, we're here to start our new life. You ready?"

Brown took a deep breath. "Yeah. If Eric thinks they're OK, then I'm OK." The two muscle hounds got out of the car, grabbed a bag each from the trunk and walked to the door. Al answered the door wearing a T-shirt, jeans, with a towel draped over his shoulder and a spoon in his hand.

"Hi, you must be Ron and, um, Ron, come on in and make yourselves comfortable. I'm doing a bit of cooking, hope you don't mind but I started dinner for us. The guestroom is right here; you can drop your bags. I need to check on dinner. Come on into the kitchen when you get out of your coats. They watched Al's beefy butt walk away. The comfortable guestroom made them feel right at home. Brown nudged Winters as they walked down the hallway to the kitchen. Al's uniform shirt was tossed on the bed and a picture of Jim and Al in uniform sat on a table in the entryway. They found Al busily cooking.

"Hey, thanks for putting us up. You guys are cops?" Al looked up at the two sets of pecs straining police academy t-shirts and blinked quickly.

"Uh, ummmmmm, yeah we are? Eric didn't tell you?" The men chuckled and shook their heads no. "Well, Eric also didn't tell me you two were gym rats. We'll get along just fine. Something to drink? Beer's in the fridge, and wine, liquor is over there. Make yourselves something. Dinner will be about another 30 minutes.

"Thanks, we don't want to be a problem."

"No problem, glad to help. Eric asked me to get the apartment guides for you. They're over there on the counter. I can get gym passes for you tomorrow." Brown stretched his arms over his head to get out the kinks from the plane and car. The movement pulled his shirt loose from his jeans exposing the tight abs and pushing out the ample basket. "I know you need to concentrate on a place to lick, er, uh, live."

The two men laughed and studied Al's thick muscular frame. "Where's your partner, still working?"

"No. He's visiting family in Pennsylvania and apologizes for not being here. He felt he needed to go home for a visit with his son, our son. Something he needed to do."

"Oh too bad, but I assume we'll still get to meet him in a day or so."

"Oh yeah, he's not going to miss meeting you two, for sure." Al walked over to the far cabinet and got a bottle of red wine from a low shelf. The two men studied the round muscle butt in tight jeans. "In the meantime, I'll do my best to make you comfortable." Brown opened his mouth to respond. "Any way I can, it's not a problem." He smiled slyly and leaned against the counter to show the two beefy former cops the outline of his hard dick in his jeans.

Jim sat in the rental car and folded the paper with the directions his sister had given to him. It was just getting dark in the Pennsylvania countryside. He hugged his son to his chest and kissed the top of his head. A state trooper stood next to a patrol car about 40 feet away. Tears rolled silently down Jim's face as he looked past the trooper and rocked his son. The quiet restored field spread out in front of them, just past the flowers and gifts. An older couple lit a candle, got into their car and drove away. The trooper walked to Jim's car.

"Sir, it's getting dark and we lock the gate at the end of the lane in about 20 minutes. You OK?" Jim shook his head and stepped out of the car. His son curled in the driver's seat and sat quietly. I see a Pittsburgh rental sticker there. Are you driving back tonight?"

"No sir, I have family in the area and felt I had to come out here. Had to make the trip."

"Lots of people feel that way sir. You live in Pittsburgh?"

"No, Chicago, actually. I'm a cop." He showed the trooper his badge and smiled as another tear rolled down his cheek.

"I understand sir. Just didn't want you to get lost on these roads. And with a little boy. Got a son of my own and I know how fussy kids can get when it gets dinner time."

"He's been a real trooper, has no clue about all of this, but I, well, wanted him to be here with me. Friends, family, loved ones mean so much more to me now." He struggled for words.

The trooper held out his hand to shake Jim's. "To all of us buddy. Does your family live in Somerset?"

Jim swallowed hard. "About 10 minutes on the other side." He held the man's hand.

"Be careful going home. I'll be here tomorrow if you want to come back." Jim thanked him and got back into the car. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket as he drove to the end of the lane. Three rings and a familiar warm voice. "Hi...Al, I love you."

To be continued.......comments, suggestions? Lennoxbear@aol.com