Feelings of Security

G-Village, Build It....They Will Cum, part 38 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.

Rick rushed through his apartment. He had to quickly shower; change clothes and rush back out to meet the AAA guy at his truck. Joe had agreed to run him back over to the pizza place where he had left his pickup the night before. The hot water hit his super-sensitive nipples. He moaned loudly. Joe thumbed through a magazine in the living room and smiled as he listened to the beefy man's sexual tones emanating from the bathroom. Rick carefully patted his chest dry with a thick towel and examined them in the mirror. There was no way he could hide the raw nubs of flesh from his girl friend later. Oh well, he'd just have to keep his shirt on. He pulled on a black jock and adjusted the straps around his furry butt. The shiny black running pants that were part of the Dog Pound uniform did nothing to hide his swollen dick and nuts. And the snug Dog Pound pullover made his erect nips stand out proudly. Joe studied the hectic man as he rushed through the apartment. Rick was definitely a hunk that would turn anyone's head. Throw in that he didn't have time to shave his stubbly face and he was real woof material. The fact that he and Vic had spent the night before in a marathon three-way made his own dick stir in his tight work pants.

The answering machine was blinking an angry red 10 messages but he didn't have time to check them. He threw clothes into his gym bag for a workout later. "I'll have to check those once I get to the gym, no time now." He pulled on his leather jacket as Joe stood up. Rick averted his eyes from staring at Joe's protruding basket. "I appreciate the lift. Oh, and the playing around last night too." The two men kissed as Joe groped the shorter man's round butt.

Joe tugged on his fat nuts. "No problem, glad to help. And last night was a lot of fun. Hope we can do it again some time." Rick glanced at the obvious hard cock in the taller man's pants. "Memories of last night, what can I say." Joe smiled as they headed out the door. It only took a couple of minutes to get to the truck and the AAA guy was already waiting. Rick jumped out of Joe's truck and hustled across the parking lot. The tow truck driver didn't look happy.

"Hey Sammy. Sorry, to keep you waiting. Can you get me going again?"

"Don't think so, at least not easily. Someone slashed your other tires." He pointed to the shiny truck now sitting on four shredded tires. Rick's mouth dropped open. "I can make arrangements to get you carted to a garage to replace them later if you want. Rick walked around the truck looking for other damage but found none.

"Shit. I've never had trouble here before. Fuck." Joe walked up and shook his head.

"Why don't ya let them handle it? I can take you to work and I'm sure someone can give you a ride later to get your truck. Will your insurance cover this?"

Rick snorted and unlocked the truck. "Yeah, maybe, I don't know. It's just the whole fucking hassle. Really pisses me off. Guess I better get a police report."

"I'll call Vic. You call your insurance company."

In 20 minutes, Sam, the AAA guy, was hauling Rick's truck in to get four new tires. Vic got a quick set of photos and followed Joe and Rick to the Dog Pound. Red stood at the front desk with a confused look when all three men arrived. Joe explained the situation while Rick stashed his gear. Vic hummed loudly while he wrote his report.

Red looked back and forth between Joe and Vic. "You suck at poker ya kno'." Red straightened a pile of contracts and swiped a member's card. "So, Rick spent last night with you guys, eh?"

Vic looked up from his report. "What makes you think that?" Joe stared blankly.

"Oh puhleeez. Vic always hums at 120 decibels when you've spent half the night fucking. Rick gets a ride in with Joe, you guys don't exactly live next door to each other and.......you're all sportin' stiffies." Red looks around the lobby and gropes the cop's prominent basket. "Those aren't socks stuffed in there. I'm a redhead, not blond, give me credit here."

Joe picked up his gym bag and lunch. "Well, it's not like it's a big secret. Rick's one hot stud and his girlfriend isn't giving him what he needs. We crossed paths last night and, well, had a good time. He's a confused puppy. Keep an eye on him. I gotta get to work. Later stud muffin." He bounced his gym bag off Vic's butt and waved goodbye."

Red studied Vic's smiling face intently. "OK, guess he's as good at fucking as he is at getting fucked." The beefy cop just hummed loudly as Rick returned to the front desk.

"Here's your copy of the report for your insurance company. I'll have a couple of the guys check out the area and see if anyone saw anything. Later dudes, I better get back on the road." Rick smiled as Vic swaggered humming loudly out the door. Red swiped another member's card and smiled.

Rick looked at him cautiously. "Is it that obvious?" Red just rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Rick, look who you are talking to, I used to hustle to make ends meet in San Francisco. I could tell you had hot sex the moment you walked in the door."

Rick got a look of wide-eyed terror. "Do you think my girlfriend can tell?"

"Um, no offense buddy but she's lucky to even know she's having sex when she's got your dick up her twat. Not the most tuned in person I've met."

"You got that right. Oh well. Damned truck. So how are Darrell and Ron?"

"They're fine and yes, they fucked me senseless last night. But things could get interesting tonight."

"Why?"

"Well. Ron and Darrell had a bet. Ron was running around this morning posing all over the apartment. He hit his 35-pound weight loss goal. Looking damn good too. Makes that beer can cock of his much easier to take....oh, never mind that. So, the deal was, Darrell didn't think Ron could do it. They bet that Ron could plow Darrell's tight black ass for a week if he did."

"And now Ron wants to collect."

"OHHHHH yeah. Big time. Ronnie loves to get fucked but getting to plow that ass has him hot as hell."

"You're not complaining are you?" Red shook his head no.

"It'll just make them hornier in the long run, fine by me. And Darrell says he's going to get his hair done in rows."

"But he's bald?"

"Well he has a little bit of hair that he shaves everyday, but not enough to do rows. We convinced him to go back to the full beard."

"Oh yeah, he looks good that way. Really hot."

Red squirmed around at the front desk. "Um, let's change the subject. When's the rest of the equipment arriving?"

"Monday."

"Good. I'll be in the office upstairs."

"Make sure you lock your door."

"Care to join me."

Rick shook his head no just as Mike came out of the pro shop. "No, I'll watch the desk. And besides, my ass is raw from last night."

Mike just waved his hands and kept walking toward the free-weight room. "More information than I needed to know." Red and Rick giggled as Red ran up the stairs, closed the door to his office and let his swollen cock free from his sweats.

Tom leaned against the doorframe and watched quietly as Eric packed his stuff. With his back to the door, the big man was totally unaware of his lover's arrival. Tom studied the movement of the back muscles. Eric was shirtless and wearing just a snug pair of black jeans and workboots. Each movement sent a ripple through the huge lumps of muscle. The delts and traps flexed with each piece of clothing he stuffed into his bag. The V-taper was almost a flat line of width. Snug jeans clung to the thick round muscle butt and accentuated the remarkably tiny waist. The worn denim did nothing to hide the cuts of muscle in the thick ass and quads. It stretched over the massive diamond shaped calves. Tom felt his nuts stir. He quietly closed the door.

Eric's head flinched slightly as Tom slid his arms around the tight waist and ran his cold hands up the abs to the wide pex and fat nipples. Eric groaned. The nipples got bigger.

"Whoa! Your leather jacket is cold, buddy, but it feels so good to have those arms around me." He turned to face Tom. A big meaty hand slid behind Tom's neck and pulled their lips together. The big muscleheadz hungrily sucked each other's tongues.

"Oh for heaven's sakes get a room, but not this one." Tom Pratt faked a scowl as he closed the door and walked across the room to kiss Tom. "You're not supposed to stress him out too much for at least a couple more days." He glanced down as Eric pulled on an oversized muscle shirt. The material hung up momentarily on a fat nip. The protruding basket pulled the faded jeans way down on the front of Eric's leans abs. "OK, if your head isn't pounding with that hardon, I guess you're doing better then I thought."

"I feel great. Horny as hell."

Pratt rolled his eyes as he made a note in Eric's chart. "I still want you to take it easy until Monday. No working out and no undo stress." He looked pointedly at Tom. Tom opened his mouth to protest. "That doesn't mean he can't have sex, just don't go all out in the playroom. Try it vanilla for a couple of days." Pratt laughed. "Oh that's funny, like you to do vanilla. Ha, I crack myself up."

Eric just smirked. "Well, I guess if we have to....."

Tom Pratt pursed his lips. "You have to. I expect you to faithfully take the prescriptions, watch your diet even closer and well, workout. Although, that's a given with the two of you. I'll see you both at the party Saturday night to get a report. Behave yourself big guy. You too Bell, he's your responsibility." He kissed them both again as he left the room. "Ha, vanilla."

"Saturday night?" Tom fondled Eric's basket as the big man finished packing.

"Don't start anything we can't finish right now." A now hot hand slid up under his shirt to squeeze the hard tits again. "Oh god I missed you. Dan is doing a dinner for Richard and Dell as a little separate going away thing so it doesn't get lost in all the holiday stuff. I told him he could have it at our place. Um, we thought a leather dress code would be appropriate. Or maybe just jocks?"

Tom shrugged. "OK." He looked at all the stuff in Eric's tiny bag. "How did you get all this here? And where did it all come from?"

"Nick. He's stayed over from LA, still. Been like a mother hen taking care of me in your absence. You know, I think we should seriously consider offering him the manager's job for the B&B. He seems to like it here and, well, isn't hard to look at. That's for sure."

"Not a bad idea but is he willing to give up his little side career as an escort to make ends meet? I don't think there's much call for escorts since we're a couple hours out of Chicago. Unless I'm really missing something in this town."

"Don't know. We need to talk about that. I'm ready to go, just need to sign the papers at the desk." Eric slapped Tom's hands away again. "Don't play with the dick, it's damned near completely hard now. Let's go home. Stop it." Eric swatted Tom's away from his obnoxious crotch. They walked to the nurses' station with Eric carrying his bag across the front of his body. Tom watched quietly as he signed the paperwork and walked slowly to the car. Much slower than usual. He tried not to show it but the leg was probably still bothering him. The big frame stretched out in the Lincoln as Tom slid behind the steering wheel. "We have a lot on our plate right now and we need to make a lot of decisions in the next couple of weeks."

"I know, but all of that pales in comparison to being sure you remain healthy. So what does Pratt say you have to do?"

"First off, get this prescription filled." Tom turned the Lincoln in the direction of their pharmacy.

"We'll do that and talk about the other stuff....you have hair. I just realized that." Tom looked at the blond fuzz covering Eric's head.

"I've always had hair. I just choose to shave my head."

"But, you have a full, turn your head this way, head of hair. And it's like really blond. I always thought you shaved because you were folliclly challenged. But you aren't. And the full beard is hot. Hmm, not sure I want you to shave that head right away."

"We'll see." Eric laid out the whole change of life plan to keep his heart healthy. Tom Pratt had to do some real digging to find out both of his parents had had heart problems. By the time they left the pharmacy, they had agreed on the path they would follow. They were pulling into the garage when Eric began asking questions about Ducky whom they were interviewing the next day.

"Later, lets get unpacked and comfortable at home. Where's Nick?"

"Don't know. He took the truck and said he had some errands to run. I'm going to put my stuff away and relax."

Tom walked into the office just off the master suite and sighed at the pile of mail and paper on the desk waiting for him. "I see Marsh and Jack have been here to insure I got my homework assignments."

"Yes, they're very good at making sure things get done. That's why I hired them. They keep me on target. And speaking of targets." Eric's big arms wrapped around Tom as he thumbed through the stacks of paper. Tom looked down to see bare skin and sock-covered feet. He melted into the near naked embrace of his master. "I realize it's only been a few days but man I missed you so much. I can't stand not being with you." Tom leaned back against the bigger man. As much as Tom had grown in the last couple of years, he still felt dwarfed by Eric. He closed his eyes and moaned as Eric slowly unbuttoned his flannel shirt and let it drop to the floor. Hot hands ran up over Tom's tight abs and chest coming to rest on the full round pex and pierced nipples. Eric ground his stiff pole against his boy's muscle butt. He bit and sucked Tom's neck and shoulders as he pushed tight jeans over thick quads. Tom groaned louder as Eric's stubbly face worked into his ass.

"Oh yeah, eat my ass, sir." Tom bent forward over the desk as Eric's tongue probed deeply over and over into the sweet hole. Tom smiled as he felt cold lube being applied to his needy asshole.

"Hmm, if I didn't know better, I'd say you haven't been fucked in awhile boy."

"No sir." Tom wiggled as Eric worked in four fingers.

"Well, Ducky left you tight."

"He didn't fuck me sir. He's a bottom."

"Oh. What? So, you fucked him? Or he didn't or you wouldn't let him fuck you?"

"He wouldn't sir. Said, um, that that part of me belongs to you. I'm sorry sir."

"No, I'm proud of you. Only makes me hotter for you." Tom grunted as Eric's fingers slid into place in his asshole. He tugged downward on Tom's fat balls with his other hand. "So you only came once?"

"Yes sir." Tom gasped as Eric's hand popped free. A greasy fist wrapped around Tom's stiff prick.

"Get on the bed, face down." Tom did as he was told. Eric laid his frame out over Tom's and pushed his son's arms toward the headboard. His fingers wrapped around the wood. Thick arms closed around the wide lats and squeezed in a tight hug. Hot breath spread across the back of his neck and head as Eric kissed every inch of skin he could. The monster prick nestled deep into the crack of the rock hard muscle butt. Eric licked and kissed Tom from head to toe. He nibbled the tight flesh - back, butt, legs and feet. Tom's world floated by as his dad took control of his body. His master straddled the magnificent butt and deeply massaged the heavily muscled back. Tom moaned each time the cock he wanted came close to skewering him. The fist-sized cockhead finally settled into place. Tom took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as the fat pole slid slowly in, inch by inch. The monster pole slowly reclaimed its place deep inside Tom's hot ass. He pushed his butt higher to accept more of his dad's prize. Even more slowly, Eric began to fuck his boy. Tom nuzzled the thick furry forearms on either side of his head as the big bed began to rock. And rock. Tom thought he would pass out from the pounding Eric gave his prostate. Sweat began to glisten on the bodybuilding duo. Forty minutes had passed since Eric began working the whimpering young man.

"Eric, I'm going to cum if you keep hitting that spot."

"Well, we can't have that, not yet. On your back boy." He raised his body and withdrew the pole with a loud sucking noise. Tom carefully flipped onto his back. Eric pushed his legs back and placed the tip of his cock against the red hole. "You want me to continue?"

"Yes sir, please sir." The cock slammed home. "OH FUCK. YEAH. Slam me. SHIT. Fuck. FUCK ME FUCK ME. FUMUI EOMGO GFMPHMFDDDO." Eric covered Tom's mouth with his. Tom damn near sucked the man's tongue out of his head. Eric's ripped biceps bent Tom over double and clutched the man's back. Tom helplessly let his arms fall to the side as Eric drove his cock deeper and harder into the sweating man. Tom began to whine so loudly that Eric had to break the kiss. He sat back in order to slather Tom's fuckmeat with lube. A few tight strokes were all that were necessary to coax Tom's load high into the air. Hot cum splattered onto the heaving chest. Tom's convulsing muscles clamped on the big raping dick. Eric filled his boy's ass with his thick manjuice. Tom groaned as the thick goo filled his hole.

He gasped for breath as the big dick slid free and Eric flopped on to his back. Tom straightened his legs and rolled onto his lover's sweaty body. "This falls outside of the doc's prescribed routine doesn't it?"

"He said cardio within reason and no playroom antics. Fucking for an hour and a half seems reasonable to me. In the bedroom with no toys. Well, just one." He slapped Tom's meaty thigh. "So it seems perfectly within reason to me."

"It does to me too." Tom talked into the big shoulder. "How's your head?"

"My head's fine. My legs are a bit crampy and you sucked the life out of my tongue." He slapped Tom's bare ass.

"Oh yeah daddy, let's do it again." Eric lay there quietly.

"I gotta piss first." Tom rolled off and let Eric pad his way to the big master bath. He heard Nick moving around down stairs, got up and yelled hello from the door down to him.

The big furry man stood at the bottom of the stairs and returned the greeting. "You guys aren't fucking like rabbits are you?" No response. Just a loud thump.

Rick was working the front desk and learning more about the bookkeeping procedures when his girlfriend arrived and slammed a plastic bag on the counter. He reacted with a confused look that put her immediately over the edge. She let out a muffled scream of frustration, mostly muffled.

"That's your stuff from my apartment. You probably weren't going to tell me about the whole thing with that cop last night, were you?" Rick's eyes got wide. "Huh, were you? Thought so. Well, I don't date guys with arrest records?"

"What? But....." It hit Rick that she was talking about Vic's cuffing him and putting him into the police cruiser and not about the whole sex thing with him. He'd almost blurted out something about his new sex life. "No, you don't understand. It was all a joke. Really." He spoke calmly in an effort to quiet her mood.

"You call being handcuffed and driven off in a police cruiser a joke. I know what I saw."

"No, really. He's a friend and works out here." Her face only got a deeper red with anger. Her eyes bulged. "He didn't arrest me, honest. Let me call Red down. He'll tell you that Vic, that's the cop, works out here." He reached for the phone but she slapped his hand away.

"Oh you guys all stick together, who're you kidding. Well, I don't care. I don't date jailbirds. Goodbye Rick." With a flourish she tossed her hair and stomped out the door. By that time Red had come running to the front desk. Rick was waving other members away from the front desk that had come out to see what the ruckus was.

Red spun around to survey the lobby. "What was that all about? Someone hurt? You OK?" Rick closed his eyes, took a deep breath and sighed.

"I'm so sorry Red. That was my girlfriend coming in to dump me." He pointed to the bag of stuff she had tossed across the desk. "She has a flair for the dramatic."

"No shit." Darrell and Ron walked from the free weight room. "Her face was like fire engine red. Whadya do?" Rick's face went red as he quietly explained to the three men about the cop scene with Vic that led to a night of sex with Joe and Vic. "Wow, she's fuckin' fumed dude. You gonna go after her?" Red looked at Darrell and then back at Rick.

His face looked very quiet but sad. "No. I admit I don't know what I truly want right now, so maybe it's for the best. I need time to think and she needs time to cool off. If we're meant to be then we'll find a way back to each other."

Red reluctantly shook his head. "Yeah, maybe that is for the best. Well, at least she hit you at the end of your day here. You want to join us for a workout? Might help clear the cobwebs."

Mike took his place behind the desk. "Go ahead buddy, I have the desk now. I'll call ya if she comes back." He laughed good-naturedly as Rick slowly smiled.

"Yeah a good sweaty workout with a bunch of muscleheadz is just what I need."

Darrell slapped his thick round shoulder. "Great, but first we'll lift some weight." Rick gave them a confused look as he headed to his locker to change. They watched the beefy butt disappear around the corner. "Men, I think he needs our help tonight."

Red looked up skeptically as he tied his workout shoes. "Why do I not think that has anything to do with pumping iron?" Darrell just grinned evilly and pushed Red and Ron toward the free weight room.

Nick carefully pushed open the bedroom door and peeked in to the large dimly lit space. "You guys OK? I heard a rather loud house shaking thump." Eric was on the floor laughing so hard no noise came out. Tom looked at him and slowly shook his head. Nick walked toward the two naked muscle men.

"I, uh, took a dive for the bed and overshot my trajectory. The floor broke my fall."

Tom sighed. "The man has suddenly developed a knack for falling off things. First, the deck, now this."

"You are OK though?" Nick tried not to stare at the two hot men as they giggled.

Eric smirked. "Oh yeah, fuck, I landed on my ass, ain't nothing harder."

"Your head." Tom ducked as Eric tossed a pillow back at him.

"And besides, Nickie, we wanted to talk to you about staying here as our live-in manager at the B&B. We think you'd do a good job but realize you have a whole life in LA that is drastically different from ours here. You open to discussion?"

"Fuck sure." A big grin spread over the man's furry face.

"Great, help me up." Eric reached up as Nick put out his hand. Instead, Eric slipped his mitt into Nick's waistband, pulled himself up part way and within seconds had undone the man's belt and slid down the jeans and underwear. A surprised Nick drooled as he watched Eric's fuckpole begin to grow. "I didn't say we were going to discuss it now." Nick gasped as Eric swallowed his stiffening dick. Tom pushed up the man's sweatshirt and chowed down on a big furry nipple. He gave in to the two men and was soon naked and sandwiched between them.

"Is this one of the perks of working for you?" Eric shook his head no as he fed Nick his lover's hard cock.

Tom felt the hot mouth clamp down on his dick and moaned. "Eric thinks this should be part of his cardio routine as prescribed by Dr. Pratt. Help keep his heart healthy and happy." Nick mumbled back. "What?"

He dropped the thick tool from his mouth. "If fucking my ass is part of a treatment plan, then get moving."

Eric lifted the man to his knees. He pushed Nick's face back down on Tom's crotch. "Pushy little therapist. Hmm rather cheeky." He slapped the furry butt. Nick moaned and tried to stuff Tom's lemon-sized nuts into his mouth with the dick at the same time. His moaning grew louder as Eric forced him to take his whole cock up his ass. Nick had wrapped his arms tightly around Tom to keep from screaming and losing his mouth grip on the tool he was sucking.

Eric plowed the big furry beefy man. Nick moaned louder as cock filled him from both ends. His hands twisted, tugged and pulled on Tom's nips to the point he thought for sure he had to be over Tom's pain threshold, but the ripped bodybuilder kept encouraging him. Eric pumped the beefy butt harder. The big pole felt like it would pass right through him. Tom's cock slammed the back of his throat. Then, Eric stopped. Nick took a second to stop sucking and look back. Eric just smiled, flipped him on his back then changed places with Tom. Nick thought for sure that he would pass out as Eric's cock filled his throat. His head hung over the edge of the bed as the pole snaked its way deeper. Somehow he managed as Tom slammed his sore butt. He became a rag doll being skewered by two immense pricks. His arms went limp at his sides as the bigger men used him. All he could see were Eric's huge nuts slamming against his upside down face. He tried to get a grip on the big man's thighs but they were too thick for him to reach around. One of them was slowly stroking his purple cock and tightening their grip. He felt his nuts churn as Tom reduced what was left of his prostate to mush. The need to shoot built until he felt his whole body convulsing. His hips bucked and his back arched. His cum sprayed straight up and splattered down on his abs as he gasped for air. Tom pulled away and sent a bucket of cum onto Nick's chest. Nick whimpered as Eric pulled his dick free and added a third load to the now cum-soaked man.

"Yeah, that was a really good cardio workout." Eric flopped across the bed as Nick fought for air. His thick muscular body continued to shake. Tom tenderly kissed him on his swollen lips. It was two or three minutes before Nick could whisper a remark. His throat dry and sore from two oversized cocks. "You OK Nick?"

He croaked dryly. "Does this replace a formal interview process?"

Tom smiled evilly at Eric. "Well, I hadn't really thought about a true interview. Maybe we need to do that, AND this again."

Nick struggled to sit up. "Um, uh, ya know, I don't think I can take another fucking like that right away. I think you could drive your pickup up my ass."

Eric flexed his thick arm. "I wasn't thinking of the truck."

Nick's eyes opened widely. 'NO. I don't think I could handle a fist right now."

Eric massaged the big man's leg. "Just teasing you. I think I need to rest. My leg actually hurts a bit."

Nick shook his head hesitantly and stumbled to get up onto his wobbly legs. "OK, sounds like a good idea. I'm going to go shower." He slowly stood up and straightened his tight legs. "Cripes, that was like a heavy duty workout. What do you guys want to do for dinner tonight?" His knees almost gave way.

Tom stretched out on the bed. "Oh, I have that all planned. How about dinner around 7? You think you'll be hungry by then?"

Nick stood at the doorway looking as if he had had way too much to drink. He looked at the heavy loads of cum mixed into his chest fur. "That's cool, I could eat a horse." Then he looked at the two muscle freaks on their bed. "Just not two more horse cocks. I, I, uh, think I'll get my clothes later. Gotta go hit the bathroom and shower." He could hear the two men kissing as he dragged his fucked out body down to his room in the guest wing. He picked up the phone and punched in a number. A few seconds later an answering machine clicked on. "Hey guy, this is Nick. I'll be back on Sunday but we need to talk. Call me back at Eric's later. Hope you're doing well." He clicked off the phone, dropped it on the bed and shuffled into the bathroom. He looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His lips were swollen and red from the experience of sucking two dicks bigger than most men's arms. His nips looked twice their normal size from the sucking and twisting. And his ass was red and warm. His chest was wet with manjuice. Three loads of manjuice. He looked at his face again. "How the hell does Tom deal with that horse cock every day? Nick, you look awful. Like I just entertained 20 men instead of just two." He adjusted the shower spray. Well, those two could be the equivalent of 20. He tried not to moan too loudly as the hot water burned his tits and his cock began to stiffen.

Tom and Eric embraced in the surround spray of their shower. Their lips were wet with desire for each other as water cascaded over the ripped muscle. Tom closed his eyes and moaned as Eric soaped his body and stopped to suck his nipples in the flowing stream. "I thought you needed a nap?"

Eric handed him the soap and raised his huge arms. Tom sucked each pit. "Mmm, now use the soap. I do need a nap but I need you more. Hope we didn't overdo poor Nick. He does have a nice butt, and so accommodating."

"Yeah, the sex is great with him, the man is just so sweet to boot, so I'm glad if he wants to stay and work with us." Tom kneaded his master's muscles with hot soapy water. "I'm going to go down and work on dinner after this. You can take a nap." Tom rinsed off and made a move to step from the huge shower.

"Not so fast muscleboy, where do you think you're going?" He pulled Tom back into the steamy spray.

"Ahhh, Ok, another fuck may slow me down with dinner but my ass will be so happy."

Eric smiled as water rolled over his handsome face still covered with a week's worth of beard. "Who said it's your turn again?" He turned around slowly and bent forward. "Do you know how long it's been since you fucked your Dad's ass?"

Nick walked into the kitchen and found Tom dressed in sweats and busily preparing dinner. "Mmmmm, something smells good. I heard Eric snoring away when I walked past the bedroom. Did you guys go at it again? Actually, I now you did. You need to close the door." Tom smiled and poured him a glass of wine. "Wow, and you can still manage to be on your feet and make dinner."

Tom placed tomato slices on a big salad. "It wasn't me this time whose legs were wobbly."

"Ohhh realllllyyyyy."

"I can only hope Eric is a little less horny tomorrow when Ducky gets here for his interview. Otherwise, well, I'll be dragging your furry butt to bed again to help get him under control."

"Thanks for the warning. I'll need the night to recover. So, what is this heart thing that might slow him down? Oh, and did you get Red's message about Rick?" Tom shook his head no. "Well, you might want to wait until later to call anyway. I wasn't quite sure what Red was talking about but somehow I think Rick's in for some heavy duty asswork from Red and his lovers."

Tom turned around and handed Nick a basket of bread. "Rick's doing a foursome with them? What happened to this big night of balancing his life with his girlfriend."

"Hmm, uhhh, Tommy you were in Chicago too long. She dropped him in front of everybody at the gym. Everybody! Which I guess made Darrell and Ron even hotter, not to mention Doug and Mike. But they're off doing their own thing. Now, I'm not sure where things stand with him and Bob and Dave, him being Rick. But anyway all of that happened before he was arrested by Vic. Oh, and he said something about Sonny too."

"WHAT?" Eric stood in the doorway in his baggiest sweatshirt and baggie pants. He managed to join Tom in unison on that response.

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