G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 39 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.
Eric watched the thick muscles swell and strain with each rep Tom did. The massive pecs squared then thickened and peaked as he pushed the heavy bar back into its rest. The rock hard mounds grew to peak inches above his chest like a granite statue. Each muscle and body part he worked swelled to thick round lickable proportions with each push. Eric had gotten up with Tom at the usual time to get back into the habit of working out. The bullet wound to his leg and the heavy duty concussion he had sustained just a few days before kept him from pumping iron, no matter how much he wanted. He could hear Tom Pratt's voice in the back of his head scolding him for going back to working out too soon and re-injuring himself. And besides, Tom wouldn't let him do much and kept a wary eye on him. They would just have to settle for hot man-to-man sex. At least that part, since his return home had been frequent. Very frequent. As far as the iron game went, he would have to settle for spotting Tom on the heavier sets. His dick seemed happy with that for the moment. His pendulous rod tented out the front of his sweatpants. Tom took advantage of each opportunity to grope the thick tool every time he finished a set. Eric just smiled and kept his mind occupied with a simple set of exercises that Pratt had grudgingly approved.
Tom moved through his morning workout with speed and accuracy. It took two hours but he finally stood wet and dripping before his lover. "Thanks for all the encouragement buddy and the spotting help." He squeezed one of Eric's monster pecs and licked his lips.
Eric kissed him lightly and peeled off his T-shirt to allow Tom's hot sweaty hands to slide over the heavily muscled, fur-covered chest. "Only wish I could be pumping with you. This not being able to lift sucks." His hands found the edge of Tom's skimpy tank and pulled it up and off. He wrapped his arms around the thick boy and slid his hands under the sweatpants to the full round globes of muscle butt. Tom sighed contentedly. "Time for a nice....hot.....steamy....shower." Two fingers slid into Tom's hole. "Mmmm, is that nice and wet."
"Actually, it's wet and lubed." Tom pushed away and bent over the side of a leg machine. "No workout's complete without a good assfucking from my Dad. Right?" Eric shrugged nonchalantly and slid off his sweats. The big dick sprung to full attention and slapped against Tom's leg. "Oh yeah, fuck me. I am so glad you've recovered this much." The fist-sized head popped into its target. Eric bent him slightly forward and shoved in. "Geees. Either I'm really tight after my workout or that things gotten bigger."
Eric let out a low sexy sigh as he pummeled the hard ass. "I think it's just so glad to be alive and back home where he belongs."
The gym fuck was only the first that morning. The two muscleheads went at it again in the shower and gave thought to a third time when Tom glanced at the clock and regretfully gave up a third fuck. "Shit, I promised Red I'd stop by the gym and go over some stuff with him for the new hires. Oh, and talk about Rick. He seems to be having a few problems on the relationship front."
"Oh, OK. I guess I'll save this for later." He waved his stiff flagpole in the air."
"I'm counting on that. But." He batted at the cock as Eric waved it back and forth. "Don't forget you have that interview with Ducky this afternoon. That may spark you to a bit of fun later itself."
Eric pinched his nips and wiggled his hips. "So will this guy notice if I have a hardon?"
Tom buttoned his jeans. "Eric, a blind man would notice that you have a hardon. He's a good guy and can do this job blindfolded, no pun intended. Don't scare him away. I expect he will be very professional, even though he's staying here for the weekend. Let's not make sex an issue."
"I'll be on my best behavior. I better get moving myself. I am going to stop at the post office to get our bills out and then head in to work. Marsh has already given me my agenda for the day. No time for sex at lunch, sorry." Tom rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"OK, well, I'll see ya at the office later. Don't hesitate to offer the job to Ducky if you like him but I should be there by two. That thing isn't going down." He groped Eric's swollen tube one more time.
Tom smiled evilly as he headed down to the garage and jumped into his truck. Eric pulled clothes from the closet and stood naked in front of the closet door mirror. His cock stood nearly straight out. "OK, I'm going to get dressed now. You really need to subside." Ten minutes later he rolled a semi-flaccid dick into his pants and sighed. He tried to avoid thinking about Tom since that only made his dick begin stiffening again. He chose what he thought would be a loose long-sleeved knit pullover. It did very little to hide the mass of muscle he called a chest. It clung to the hard delts and traps like a second skin. The loose casual slacks only highlighted the heavily muscled legs and round muscular bubble butt. He looked at Tom's competition posing picture on the dresser and smiled. "This is as conservative as I can get buddy. Oh shit, don't start getting hard again."
He slid into the LS and carefully avoided hitting his wounded thigh on the steering wheel. He hadn't driven a car in over a week and for some reason it all seemed quite foreign to him now. First stop coffee. The small quaint bakery and coffee shop on the edge of downtown smelled of sugary treats. He bought a big boxful for the office and a large cup of their breakfast blend for himself. The young men behind the counter could hardly control their drooling as they glimpsed the wide chest through the open leather jacket. He chuckled as the sales clerk followed every statement with 'sir.' We'll be seeing him in the bars soon, he thought. The box went on the back seat and the coffee into the cupholder as he carefully slid back into the car. The tight thigh seemed to have some trouble with the lowness of the vehicle. He'd ask Tom to switch vehicles at the office.
As he pulled out into traffic, a beat-up blue GMC pick-up pulled out from the curb and into traffic behind him almost hitting a woman in a new Altima. Plenty of time to stop at Dave's and get some more protein powder. The teenager had just opened his store when Eric sauntered in and smiled. Dave quickly walked over and gave him a big hug and kiss. Eric ran through a list of supplements he noticed were getting low and Dave helped him stockpile a load at the counter.
"So, I understand that you and Bob spent some time getting to know Rick?" Dave's face went red.
"Guess I shouldn't be embarrassed since Rick seems to be working his way through every man in town." Dave saw Eric's puzzled look. "See, that's what you miss when you get shot and have to spend time in the hospital. He also spent a night with Joe and Vic, that got him into trouble with his girlfriend, well, his ex-girlfriend and last night he went home with Darrell, Ron and Red. Somewhere along the way, I think Sonny and his new boyfriend joined them."
Eric, mouth-hanging open, handed him bills to pay for the supplements. "What? Nine guys? In what - a week? I always thought I was a pig but I never did that many men in such a short period of time. I don't know whether to be in awe or feel left out."
"He's trying to find himself, or rather decide if he is straight or gay."
"Hmm, nine men, less than a week, probably been fucked by all of them including Red who thinks he's a total bottom, ummmmm, I'd say he's gay."
"He wants children."
"So, adopt. The boy needs help, but evidently not at getting fucked. Well, I can't say he isn't a hot man, lots of hard muscle, furry chest, and furry arms. Haven't really seen the butt. Nope, don't tell me." Eric picks up his bags and heads toward the door.
"You need some help getting that to the car?"
"Noooooooo, I'm just fine."
"You're limping."
"Well, of course I am. You've managed to give me a screaming hardon telling me about this hot little muscle cub getting the shit fucked out of him by nine studs. It'll probably still be happy when I get to the office. Thank god I got shot in the leg and not the dick. Hey, good seeing you, we'll see you guys tomorrow night at our house. Wear something leather, less is more." Dave laughed. And waved goodbye.
Eric toddled down the street to his parked car. He glanced at the blue truck and thought to himself about all of the NRA stickers. The truck slid into traffic and parked a row away at the post office. The guys in the post office all new Eric from his business connections. Many knew him from the gym. He dropped the fistful of paid bills in the chute and got in line to buy more stamps. The new female clerk could hardly stop from staring at the massive man when he stepped to the window. He filled the space at the counter and threw her totally off balance with a big wide smile. He bought his stamps and turned to go. A tall thin man in a scruffy black jumpsuit bumped into him as he rounded the corner for the exit. Eric put his hand out to steady the guy.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Eric apologized even though the other guy had walked into him. Cold dark eyes met his. The only comment was a grunt and muffled snort from the vacant man. A NRA pin in the guy's lapel caught his eye. Eric side stepped the man and headed out the door. He put his stamps in his inside jacket pocket and as he did so he noticed the same blue pick-up truck on the edge of the parking lot. Another lean somewhat haggled man sat in the driver's seat. The man was staring directly at Eric. He casually walked to the Lincoln and turned to get in staring coldly back at the man. The guy reacted with a start and roared across the lot to where the first guy walked. He jumped in and the two sped past toward the exit. Eric noted a gun rack across the rear window and Indiana plates.
His chest involuntarily flexed as he slid back into the car. He punched a number on his cell phone as he headed toward his office. "Hey Vic, this is Eric?"
Rick hobbled down the stairs from his temp office on the second floor of the Dog Pound. Red leaned against the front desk and chuckled as he watch the tired whipped hunk.
"Feeling a bit sore?"
Rick just smiled weakly, his mouth open and a blank look on his face. "I have to be completely out of my fucked-up mind. Why the hell did I let the three of you get carried away like that last night? I mean, my former girlfriend never did anything that kept me from walking the next day. Well, there was that one time she accidentally whacked me in the nuts with a 2x4 and they got all swollen. But, uh, that's not where the problem is."
"Really?" Red bit his lip momentarily to keep from laughing. "You want to go up to the office and go over the last of the order for the equipment for the new gym? We can relax and have a seat up there."
"Um, no. No sitting. At least for a while. Can we just lean on a counter somewhere and talk? I don't think I can sit for any period of time right now. Hell, I'm afraid to even eat anything."
Mike walked up to the front desk at that moment, handed worksheets to the receptionist and just shook his head. "Don't even want to know why you can't sit. Nope, la-la-la-la-la-la." Red's chest bounced, as it became more difficult for him to control his chuckling.
Rick smiled again with a sarcastic grin. "Ha, ha. I don't know how you handle those two." Red guided him over to a far corner.
"Well, for one thing, you had three pounding you last night to start, then Sonny and Tim, is that his name, showed up and joined. I was the only one who only took one shot at you. So, you got a regal assfucking last night. It's no wonder that you're sore."
"Do guys really go to parties and get fucked by 20 to 30 men?" Red shook his head to the affirmative. Rick let out a short puffy sigh. "Well, they're better men than I am. I shudder to think if Tom and Eric would have been there."
"So does this more or less close the book on your being gay? No more of this on the fence bi shit?"
"Oh no, a hot woman still gets me going. I just never dreamed it could be this hot with men."
"What about that guy there?" Red pointed to one of the taller leaner members.
"Nah, too skinny." Red pointed to another guy who was one of their beefier members. Rick smiled.
"Aha, so it's really muscle men that do it for ya?" Rick shook his head and agreed. "Well, then you had better practice being cool cause you need to go with Tom to the restaurant equipment place and finalize a few things.
"Tom?" Red nodded.
"And Dan." Rick hid his stiffening prick behind a file folder. "See, the mere thought of being with those two muscleheads makes you stiff. You ain't never gonna fuck yourself another pussy. Admit it."
"Who knows, maybe not. But I am never, repeat, never going to let my ass get fucked 10 times in one night."
"Yeah right. You were in hog heaven last night. You like group stuff. Here's the paper on the staff we're hiring. You're such a pig. But a good pig. We really like you. To be honest, I really didn't expect to see you this morning. Last time I took a beating like that, I didn't walk for two days."
Rick sighed again and shuffled from foot to foot. "Welllllll, I'm doing as little moving as possible. But my nuts are also swollen."
Mike had walked around the corner from the cafe again and stopped cold in his tracks. "Ok, I have to ask. What the hell did you do last night? You look like shit." Rick groaned. Joe walked through the gym on his way to meet a workman in another part of the building. Joe gave a friendly wave and walked by. Rick watched the beefy butt and wide muscular back and rested his head against the wall. Mike's eyes opened wide as he looked from Rick to Red. "Uh, we have that little tent thing going on in the sweat pants again.
Rick rolled his forehead against the cool wall and moaned. "Oh gawd, I'm a mess."
Joe always enjoyed his walks through the Dog Pound and the opportunity to get a glimpse of all the prime beef. As he walked out of the inside office building entrance to the gym into the building's lobby he saw the man he was to meet getting out of his truck in the parking lot. He waited in the lobby as the elevator repairman entered. The old GMC rattled as he and his partner slammed the doors. Flecks of rust and blue paint fell from the aging body.
He held the door open for the two tall lean men and greeted them with a big smile. "Hey Jess, Jerry, how're you guys doing?"
The taller of the two, Jess, just grunted. "All right I guess. You coming out of that gym? "
"Yeah, had a little electrical thing to fix in the kitchen."
The other younger man snorted and grumbled under his breath. "Damn fag sissy place."
Joe aimed his gaze at Jerry. "You say something?"
"Nah, you won't catch me working in that dump."
Joe studied the two men. "No, I guess not. Hey, well, the number four elevator is down again. Hope you guys can get it running."
The two men headed for the elevator bank but kept an eye on the inner door to the Dog Pound. Inside, Rick and Red could be seen walking across the lobby as Mike helped a member at the desk. Rick and Dell carried boxes from there soon to be empty offices.
Eric spent the rest of the morning behind his desk in his office as Marsh and Jack took turns bringing him projects to review or forms to sign or letters to answer. Two more cups of coffee didn't seem to be helping. He yawned and stretched at his desk. The big arms nearly popped through the sleeves of his shirt and the large erect nipples caused the material to bunch up as it slid back down across the chest.
Marsh walked in with another folder but Eric's stare stopped him in the doorway. "Ok, so maybe this one can wait. You look a little frazzled."
"You're trying to finish me off since the bullet didn't right?"
Marsh feigned no responsibility as he flopped into the chair in front of Eric's glass topped desk, which was really a big table with separate drawer units at the side. "Well, you know, you take a week off, you get behind. How're you feeling?"
Eric leaned back in his chair. Marsh tried not to stare at the obvious thick basket. "Actually a bit tired. I thought I had had a lot of rest but I'm feeling the pace this morning."
"Good grief Eric. You took a bullet through the leg, fell off a deck and landed on your head. It's OK to admit you might be a bit tired. You're muscle, granted a helluva a lot of it, and flesh and bone. You're not steel. This stuff can wait. You have that interview at one. Why don't you go to lunch with Tom? He's in his office. Got here about 20 minutes ago."
"Oh, He didn't think he'd get here before two. Good idea. You guys want to join us?" Marsh thought a minute then said yes. Eric walked down the hallway to what was now Tom's office. The room was one of the first places he had laid eyes on the young man a couple years prior. Tom was organizing folders on a side table as Eric slid his arms around his lover.
"Hey stud. Wanna fuck?"
"Oh, I don't know. The boss might catch us." Tom turned around in the beefy arms and slid his up over the broad shoulders.
"Don't worry about that old fart." Eric pressed his lips to Tom's and held the kiss.
Marsh and Jack stood in the doorway. "OK boys, are we doing lunch or just getting naked and fucking?"
Eric smiled and stood behind Tom. His arms wrapped around the thick chest. Tom moaned as his lover slowly ground his basket against the beefy muscle butt. "What do you want to do?" Tom bent forward slightly.
"Ok, well, guess we're on our own for lunch Jack. Where do you want to go?"
"Supply closet and fuck?"
"Oh good grief."
Eric snorted and pushed the three men toward the door. "I'm just kidding. Let's go have lunch."
Marsh glanced at the lump of flesh in Eric's pants. "I'm in the mood for something with sausage."
Joe decided to use part of his lunchtime to do a walkthrough of the building and grounds. He wound up in the lobby to check on the two elevator repairmen. As he approached them he was stopped by one of the guys who he knew from the Dog Pound. This guy had often worked out with Joe and Vic and had the physique to prove it. The shirt and tie did nothing to hide the muscle underneath. He had a friendly outgoing personality to everyone and worked in one of the medical offices on the sixth floor. Joe could see the elevator guys watching his conversation. The gym guy had his back to them so they got an excellent shot of the tight round muscle butt in snug casual slacks. He finished his conversation with Joe by giving him a quick hug and hopping onto one of the other elevators. Joe overheard them comment to each other about him probably being another one of those muscle fags. He clenched his jaw and headed to his office to check his messages. A few minutes later Vic called to say he was dropping off lunch but wouldn't have time to eat with him.
Vic parked the cruiser and walked around to get the lunch bag from the passenger side. He could see Joe in a conversation with two repairmen near the front of the building. As he approached he heard Joe explaining that not everyone who worked out was gay. He went on to say something about the guy being straight with two small children but being very openly friendly to everyone. Vic got to the sidewalk just as Joe told them he never wanted to hear another remark about fags or they would never be called to work in any of the related buildings again. They said nothing as he handed back their signed work sheets. The two men hardly acknowledged the police officer as they shuffled across the parking lot to their truck. Vic studied the truck as it sped out of the lot in a cloud of smoke and rust.
"What was that all about?" He handed Joe his lunch and gave him a hug.
Joe, obviously angry bristled. "That's what it was all about. A hug. And their idea that everyone's a fag. Don't, don't even get me started. They're nothing but lowlife bigots. Why can't you stay for lunch and well, you know?"
"Oh, have some stuff I need to do on a case. So, you'll just have to fuck me twice tonight."
"Only twice?"
"Well, um, hey give me your penknife." Vic took the knife and gathered some dirt from the parking lot where the truck had been sitting.
"What are you doing?"
"My job. Hey, we still working out tonight or are you too pissed?"
"No, I'll be fine. See ya the regular time. It's just that idiots like those two burn my ass."
"Well, I can eat your ass if that makes you feel better."
Joe laughed and hugged his lover again. "You are a pig. A cop pig. A pig pig."
Vic sauntered back to the cruiser and flexed. "And you love every uniformed fucking hot muscle covered inch."
Joe watched the cruiser bounce out of the lot as he casually adjusted the stiff prick he had behind the bag holding his lunch.
Eric was only into listening to the tenth voice mail message when Marsh reminded him his interview was waiting. "Oh yeah, send him in." A dark suited hulk filled the doorway. The big man took two steps and held out his hand to shake Eric's.
"God afternoon, Mr. Stout, I'm Michael."
Eric looked at the big handsome black man and smiled. "You're, ummm, Ducky?"
The big man gave him a big smile and laughed. "Yes sir, I am."
Two hours later, Ducky walked out the front door, quickly scooted around the corner and leaned against the brick of the office building. When he was sure no one was looking, he adjusted his sore stiff prick in his suit pants. For the last hour of the interview with Eric, he had felt the pain of his schlong being bent in half in his tight briefs. Eric didn't seem to have any clue how freaking hot he was. He calmly interviewed the big man and went about the business as if it were any other event. Each move Eric made sent waves of muscle rippling under the pullover. Ducky looked at the pass to the dog Pound and the directions to the gym. A good sweaty workout is just what he needed to relieve the sexual tension he was feeling. After that, he had no idea how he was going to survive the weekend as Eric and Tom's houseguest. It just didn't seem right to have the hots for your new bosses. Oh well, one could always balance the tension with a good workout and this gym was obviously highly recommended by prime beef Eric. He relaxed in the comfort of his car and headed off to hit the weights.
Eric walked quietly into Tom's off and massaged the young man's broad shoulders. "Well, buddy we have us an administrator for the assisted living complex. Ducky said yes. Marsh is doing the paperwork now. He'll start after the holidays."
"Great, told you he was a great candidate. We need to remember to return the favour to Bill and Steve for suggesting him. Where is he?"
"Oh, he's heading to the Pound for a workout and said he would be at our place at 6. You have anything you need to do, or are you ready to leave?"
"No, basically just finishing up paperwork on all the new staff and readjustments. I scheduled a meeting with Dan and Rick over the new restaurant for next week. You have something you need to do?"
Eric let out a long sigh and nuzzled the thick semi-bloated cock of his against Tom's back. "What do you think? Grab your coat. I'll meet you at home." Before Tom could respond, Eric was out the door and off down the hall. Tom turned the files over to Marsh's secretary and waved to Marsh and Jack. Eric was already gone.
Tom jumped into his truck and headed home. About half way there a beat up blue pickup suddenly pulled out from a side street and forced Tom to swerve. Tom recovered control of his truck and mumbled under his breath about the driver being an asshole. He saw a rifle hanging across the back of the truck and figured he probably shouldn't challenge the idiot. Tom glanced over at the scruffy man when he reached an intersection where he was going to make a left. The other truck was going straight ahead. All Tom could see were two very dark, cold eyes staring at him. He turned left to head home. A chill over the man's expression went down his spine. "Gees, talk about freaky."
Eric's Lincoln was sitting in front of the garage when Tom pulled in. Nick's rental was nowhere to be seen. Tom hung his leather jacket in the entry closet and called out to Eric. He heard the familiar voice call to him from downstairs. Tom warmed to another gym scene and headed to the basement.
"Eric?"
"In here son." Whoa, the playroom.
Tom walked into their playroom/dungeon and felt the warmth envelop his body. The lights were set low with a few candles lit to ad to the hot scene. Eric stood in the center of the room. He had removed his pullover and was now only wearing his casual slacks and dress shoes. A light sheen of sweat was already evident on the massive upper body. "Ducky was everything you said he would be for the job but you really didn't do him justice with that body he has under that suit. My nuts were aching the whole time we talked."
Tom walked toward the beefy giant. "Well, no one comes close to you." He pulled off his own shirt as the heat of the room increased.
"Really?" Eric smiled skeptically.
Tom could feel Eric's breath on his face as he got close to his master. He felt lightheaded as the need to satisfy Eric took over. "Oh, yeah, really." Eric's hot hand rubbed the back of Tom's head as he brought their lips together. Tom opened his mouth and let Eric's tongue slide deeply into his throat. The low moaning growl he heard came from him but he felt like he was floating around their muscular frames. He undid Eric's belt buckle and slowly undid his slacks. They fell to the floor around Eric's feet. The boxer briefs could hardly contain the monster within. Hot callused hands lightly twisted Tom's pierced nips. Eric kissed the side of Tom's face and down the thick neck. He closed his eyes and rolled his head as Eric's hot breath and tongue washed over his neck and shoulders.
"You know what would make my nuts feel better?"
"Yes sir." Tom slid to his knees taking the cotton briefs with him. The horsecock sprung free and slapped against his round pex. Tom nuzzled against it then bent his head to lick and suck the cum swollen ballsac. He could only get one in his mouth at a time. Two would never ever fit. As he suckled the big man's balls, he untied the dress shoes and slid them, the socks, and pants free from Eric's muscular legs. Careful not to hurt the bullet would, Tom kneaded the hard flesh as he continued to worship the growing nuts.
"These." Eric pointed to a pair of high boots sitting a few inches away. Tom helped him into them and zipped up the long sides. He knelt at his master's feet and looked up at the man who controlled his life. Eric stood above him in only the knee-high boots. He had yet to go back to shaving his head and the shiny blond hair and beard glowed sensuously in the dim room. Tom hugged against the bigger man and ran his hands up the back of the legs to the stone-like ass.
"Strip." Tom slowly got up amazed at how dizzy he was with the need to please Eric. He stood naked before his Dad.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me sir?"
"Is that all?"
"You can do whatever pleases you, but end by fucking, raping my ass."
"Get in the sling boy." Tom backed into the cold leather. The sensation sent shockwaves straight to his tits making the long nubby nipples swell with anticipation. A noise in the gym made them freeze. Eric walked over to the door. Nick was in the middle of a chest set. Their houseguest stopped in mid-movement when he saw his host wearing only boots and an obscenely hug erection. "Care to join us for another workout?" Nick finished the move then got up and walked into the dungeon. "Strip down to your jock and then kneel and eat this boy's ass.
Nick's furry upper body was sweat soaked as he stripped to his aging worn and stained jock. He dropped to his knees between Tom's raised legs and stopped. Tom looked like he was lost in sexual nirvana as Eric fed him his horsecock. "May I sir?" Eric nodded and Nick lost himself in Tom's sweet ass. Tom reached back and pulled Eric toward him. Nick couldn't see much from this angle but was in awe of Tom's ability to swallow the burgeoning dick. The two men worked over Tom's ass and throat. Eric expertly roughed up Tom's chest and Nick stroked Tom's dick to the point of cumming then backed off.
"You have his ass ready for me to fuck him?" Nick nodded as the two men switched places. "Feed my boy your dick while I plow this prime piece of beef. Tom greedily swallowed Nick's tool and groaned loudly as Eric slowly pushed deeper and deeper into his spit slick butthole. Nick let Eric's rocking set the motion. He planted his feet crossed his arms behind his back and pushed his hips and cock forward. Tom slid back and forth on the musclebear's stiff prick as his Dad fucked his ass. Tom's arms hung limply at his sides. "Work those tits Nick, I want them sore and raw when we're finished." Eric's lube-slicked hand jacked Tom's own enormous cock. Tom grunted and groaned happy pig sounds between the two men. Tom rocked back forth between the two men, sometimes violently as they filled him from both ends. Eric reached up to the grips at the top of the sling anchors for support as he slammed the bodybuilder's hot butt.
"You about ready Nick?" Nick shook his head as he gritted his teeth to keep from shooting a stream of cum deep into Tom's throat. "All righty then, let's get us some spunk flowing here." Eric slammed harder into Tom's stretched ass as he stroked the purple stiff prick. Tom's hands found Nick's tits and the musclebear muffled a scream. A high whining moan escaped from Tom as he arched his back and let a river of cum spray into the air and back down on his tensing body. Nick pulled free to shoot his load but Tom was no to be denied and sucked down the man's blue balls. Nick screamed again as his gism ricocheted off Tom's chest and splattered onto Eric's lower abs. Eric felt the hot cream as he flooded Tom's ass with his own. Tom let Nick's balls drop from his mouth. Nick dropped to his knees and began kissing Tom then fell back onto his back on the floor. Eric quietly stood between Tom's legs and let his cock slowly slip free. It swung like a huge snake between his legs, never quiet shrinking.
A feeble voice came from the floor as the three men gasped for breath. "Suddenly I don't quite feel like working out."
Ducky sauntered into the gym and up to Red at the front desk. Red looked at pass and smiled. "You a friend of Eric's?" The man appeared to be a foot and a half taller than Red.
"Uh, well, actually, I just accepted a job with him and Tom and will be moving here to work."
"Oh you're Ducky, Tom mentioned you. I'm Red, Tom's partner here. Welcome to the Dog Pound and I guess welcome to the neighbourhood." The two men clasped hands and held for several moments.
"Hey thanks. I'm looking forward to it. Tom's told me a lot about you and your lovers." Red blinked. "It's cool, I'm one of you."
"Oh, you're...."
"A musclehead. Where's the locker room?" Ducky shot him a knowing grin. Red pointed down the stairs.
"Free weights are over here and the other equipment is upstairs."
"Great. I think I'm going to like it here." Red watched the tall black man hurry to the locker room. A quiet voice sneaked up behind him.
Darrell whispered into his ear. "Don't be lusting after any more black beef, you got two now. Put those eyes back in your head boy." He slapped Red's ass hard and headed back to the free weights.
Ducky quickly fell into a pattern in the gym, as if he had worked out there his whole life. The beefy boys were friendly, except for two black guys who seemed to be giving him signals of invading their turf. He pushed free iron for about an hour then headed upstairs to finish chest on the Hammer Strength machines. He had done a set when a thick furry bodybuilder asked to work in with him. They did several other machines together before Ducky called it quits. He thanked the guy and headed to the locker room. His whistling in the steam my room got him lots of smiling stares from the crowds of men going by. Fortunately, he thought ahead when he packed and had included jeans and a heavy shirt in his gym bag. He carefully hung his suit, shirt and tie in a garment bag and left the gym feeling like a million pumped bucks. He made sure to find Red and get membership info before he left. His long muscular legs carried him across the lot to his car and a new life. He waved at the beefy cop pulling into the lot as he pulled out. Hot smutty thoughts passed through his mind about the uniform beef. Wonder if he works out there, woof. The cop looked back at him as Ducky watched in the mirror. He saw the big man trip on the curb.
It was already dark when he found the lane to Eric and Tom's house. His dick stirred in his snug jeans as he thought about being a houseguest with these two beefalos all weekend. But he had to get used to it if he was to work for them. There was one car in the driveway, a Taurus, and a beat up old Ford pickup parked somewhat to the side of the garage. He saw a Lincoln and a big ass pick up in the garage. Hmm, boy's toys. He grabbed his duffel from the car and bounded to the door. A sweaty, flushed Tom answered wearing only a pair of shorts.
"Hey, wow, you said you had a gym here. You just finish a workout?"
"Uhhh, ummm, Yeah, you might say that. Come on in and make yourself comfortable." Tom hung his coat in the entry closet allowing a scent of leather to escape with the freshness of cedar. "I lifted this morning but we just finished a, um, sort of a workout. Come on up stairs. We're putting you in one of the back guestrooms. Our friends, Bruce and Steve, from Pittsburgh, went back home Wednesday but will be back later tonight. They're staying at the old house with Mike and Doug. And Nick, who's here now, goes back to LA tomorrow morning. So when Bill and Steve come down from Chicago they'll be next door to you."
"They're all coming down for this party?" Ducky caught a glimpse of a naked Eric pass in front of a door in another hallway as he spun his head around. He tried not to look back s. He kept reminding himself these guys were going to be his bosses.
"Yeah, should be a fun time. Oh, Richard and Dell, the guys who are leaving town wanted a leather theme. Did you bring anything?" He shook his head no. "No problem. I'm sure Eric and I can come up with something to fit you."
"Good Grief." Nick opened the door to his room and stood in the opening clad only in a towel. "Wow. And Woof! Tom said you were a tall one, but wow. And fuck, you're shoulders are as wide as you are tall."
"Well, thanks. I'm Ducky."
"Ok, I'll take that as an endorsement. I'm Nick, damn, and I'm leaving first thing in the morning for LA. But, like you, I understand, I will also be returning to work for these two fine gentleman."
"Gentlemen? Who're you trying to insult?" All three turned to see Eric coming down the hallway to the master suite dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans. Welcome to our home. Make yourself comfortable. We thought we'd just keep things quiet tonight and do dinner here since someone booked himself on such an early ass flight." Nick blinked blondly. "Tom, I'm going down to start dinner. You going to hit the shower?"
Tom sighed. "Are you kidding after the fucking and cum bath you two just gave me." Ducky's head spun from man to man. "This is your room. You share a bath with Nick. Just threaten him with mousse and he'll keep his distance. Find your way down to the kitchen when you get comfortable. Did you shower yet furball?" Tom took a swipe at Nick.
"Yes I did, can't you tell." Tom grabbed the damp towel from around Nick's waist to reveal his semi-hard cock and fat nuts. "Hey, this man will get the wrong idea and think I am easy."
Tom and Eric just groaned. "You are." Eric headed for the stairs. "Dinner is in one hour guys, so Nick, if you expect to get our guest here to fuck you senseless, you better get started."
"I just met the man. I'll wait till later." He grabbed his towel back from Tom and held it up to his chest. The attempt at decorum made Tom snort loudly.
"Oh, OK, well, I'm going to unpack some stuff. Ducky walked into his room as Tom scurried away from Nick whose dick was quickly going stiff. "I'll come down and help you Eric."
"Don't help him. He needs to keep up his cooking skills." Tom quickly shut the door before Eric could respond.
Nick stood in the empty hallway as naked as a jailbird. "Suddenly I feel very left out." He giggled and went back into his room to dress and finish packing
Ducky unpacked his single bag and looked around the warmly furnished masculine room. The view from the window was to one side of the lake and woods. He could faintly see other houses in the distance in the moonlight. Must be the other villagers' homes. These guys had gone out of their way to make guests comfortable. He opened the bathroom door to stow his shaving kit and found Nick brushing his teeth. The man now wore a snug pair of black jeans but was still shirtless. "Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't realize you were in here."
Nick waved him in and continued to brush his teeth. Ducky enjoyed the view of the furry chest and decided to have some fun. He quietly stood behind Nick and reached around to work the thick furry tits and nips. Nick didn't miss a stroke and rubbed his hard ass against the big man's stiffening dick. The big black hands continued to caress the furry flesh as Nick bent to rinse and spit. He stood up and sighed. "Damn that feels good."
"Yes it does." Ducky ground his cock against Nick and dropped his hand to grope the shorter man's fat stiff prick. "But we should probably go downstairs and help our host." Nick whimpered. "Fuck. I'm gonna have blue balls and a semi-stiffie all night now. Probably be drooling precum all night too."
"Hmm, well, since I haven't brushed yet." The big black man dropped to his knees and unbuttoned Nick's faded 501's.
Eric finished prepping steaks when Nick walked into the kitchen. "Hey buddy, I thought you would make sure Ducky knew where to find the kitchen?"
"Oh, he'll be right down. Just had to brush his teeth." Nick smiled.
Eric set the steaks aside. "Uh huh, right." Tom commented as he walked into the large kitchen dressed in a sweatshirt similar to Eric's and threadbare jeans. He got an armload of salad items from the fridge and eyed Nick. Eric opened a bottle of wine. "Our new arrival evidently got a welcoming."
"Actually, it was a welcome wagon basket." Ducky walked into the kitchen. "This is some house guys. I've never seen log construction this big.
Nick whistled nonchalantly. He sipped his wine and mumbled. "You ain't seen Eric's yet." Ducky's eyes opened wide.
Eric drummed his fingers on the counter and waved at Nick and Ducky. "Why don't you guys go into the den and relax, in a different way this time, ahem, no welcome wagon baskets if you think you can handle that. Tom and I will finish up dinner. Ducky there's more; I can't quite get used to calling anyone Ducky, more wine. Um, there is a bar in there if you would rather a mixed drink or beer."
"No wine is fine. Goes better with good food and good people." He and Nick headed for the den where they were joined a few minutes later by Tom. Eric soon had mountain-sized steaks, potatoes and salad on the table and the four men settled in for a night of bullshitting and fun. They talked like old friends even though Nick and Ducky were soon to be uprooting their lives to become the newest members of Tom and Eric's tribe.
Ducky told them about his workout at the Dog Pound and how much he liked the place. "Everyone was really friendly and helpful. The staff was super."
Tom snorted his wine. "Well, most of the staff is gay and were probably hot for you. I can only imagine the steam room after you left. The rest are just really fun to be around. They're very open minded and helpful all the time. We're really lucky that way."
"And, this one guy who worked chest with me, really hot. Anyway, I really push chest to balance my height, so to speak, and he kept pace. Really efficient workout partner. I'll have to watch for him and see if he wants to workout together when I move down here. We had a really good lifting rhythm. I can't remember his name."
Tom sidestepped the obvious remark. "What did he look like?"
"Um, about six foot, thick muscular furry build, really nice thickness but smallish waist. Short dark almost thinning hair and heavy five o'clock shadow."
Nick chirped up. "That's me."
Tom poured another glass of wine. "Yeah, and about 40 percent of the guys there. We have lots of furry musclebears as members."
Ducky shrugged. "Oh well. I'll have to watch for him. I definitely will join this gym. And, there was this really thick beefy cop walking in when I left. Oh man, a real uniform fantasy, but he tripped on the curb looking back at me."
The other three men hooted. "Vic." They sat around and made plans for Nick and Ducky's return as permanent members of the group and about 11, Nick decided he needed to call it a night.
Nick stood up and stretched showing off a very full basket. Ducky seemed to show some interest. "Gotta hit the hay. Sorry buddy, take a raincheck? I'm too tired and drunk. I'd just fall asleep on you. But if you want to cuddle and don't mind waking up at 5:30, then you know where to find me." He waved goodnight and headed up the stairs. Ducky excused himself a few minutes later to turn in too.
Tom and Eric groped and kissed as they cleaned up the kitchen and put away the dishes from the dishwasher. They hugged in the doorway of the kitchen. Eric squeezed his buddy. "I think we made good choices with these two. They're quality people. Man would you look at that moonlight. Hmmm."
Tom looked out the dining room window. "What?"
"Huh, nothing I guess. Just thought I saw a flash on the left side of the lake, where nothing is built yet. Like reflection. Probably nothing."
"Too much wine." Eric nodded as he groped Tom's ass going up the stairs.
Nick woke up at 5:30 to the heat from Ducky's muscular black frame. The two men kissed deeply then showered together giving Nick an opportunity to return last night's favour. Tom had a quick breakfast for him before he loaded his rented Taurus and headed for the airport.
Tom and Eric were happy for Ducky's help in getting ready for the evening party. The three men had the house spotless by noon so Tom and Ducky could get a good workout before the party. Dan's crew arrived at four to begin setting up and cooking. Dan dressed in a slutware T-shirt and skintight jeans chased them from the kitchen. They laughed when they saw Ducky eyeing Dan. Tom pushed him toward the den. "OK, we know your story. You OBVIOUSLY like beef." Eric went upstairs to nap. His leg was bothering him. Tom went up to join him a few minutes later. Ducky watched some sports report on TV where Tom found him and woke him up about 5:30. They sat in the den while Dan's crew scurried about finishing set-up for the party. Tom stood at the sliding doors to the deck and stared out.
"Great view and setting Tom, this is one helluva house." Ducky walked up to his side.
"Thanks. I thought I saw headlights over there. That's where there are two more houses but I wouldn't think there would be a crew there this late on a Saturday. Oh man, Eric has me seeing things."
Dan sauntered in nursing a beer and wiping his hands on a food stained apron. His huge chest stretched the T-shirt. "All right, we're all set. Tonight you will be sampling a lot of the stuff that we will be serving at the new restaurant. Hey, Tommy, can I shower and change here? I didn't think I would have time to go back home."
"Sure, you can use the guest bathroom upstairs. That room is all set up for Bill and Steve but they aren't here yet or you can use the shower in the bathroom downstairs in the workout room."
"Don't you mean the playroom?"
"Uhhhhh, whichever." The doorbell rang. "Bet that's Bill and Steve now."
Dan looked into the entryway at the two huge men coming through the front door and hugging Ducky. "I think I should go downstairs. Number one, the three of us in one bedroom getting dressed would be crowded. And two, shit I'd be too damned horny around them."
Tom gave him a look of innocence. "And we know how well you behave. Well, everything you need is in the linen closet in the bathroom. I'm heading upstairs to change. What time is the doc getting here?"
"About nine, he has to finish rounds. Thanks, I better get moving so I can keep an eye on the crew when they get back. Can someone let them in?"
"I will." Everyone turned to see Eric coming down the stairs. He was dressed in a black leather cop uniform that hugged every muscle like a second skin. He had buzzed the blond growth on his head to very short stubble to satisfy Tom and trimmed his goatee to match. A week off from the gym didn't show under the tight leather. The short sleeves of the shirt rode high on the almost 29 inch arms. The snaps were open to reveal the rugged furry chest. A biker's hat was under his arm as he pulled on the tight gloves. The uniform pants and knee high boots accentuated every single cut of muscle in the legs, not to mention straining to confine the telephone pole for a cock. "Hellllloooooo gurrrllllls." He exchanged hugs, kissed and groped Bill and Steve. "Why don't you boys all go get dressed for the party and I'll make sure the crew gets back in. And Tom, you need to help Ducky find an outfit from the 'collection'."
Ducky's eyes perked up. "Ooooo, I get to play dress-up."
Bill and Steve stopped halfway up the stairs as Ducky followed them. "But first we get to undress you."
Tom stood at the bottom of the stairs with Eric. "Why do I think they will be late for the party IN the house?"
"History. And wear something that I can get you out of easily later."
"How bout if I just wear boots?"
"Works for me."
Eric went around checking coasters, glasses, lighting candles and prepping the house. He set the fireplaces in the dining room, den and living room just high enough to encourage some clothing removal later in the evening then went to pour himself a cup of coffee. Dan's crew arrived on time and all appropriately dressed in leather jocks and boots. Dan smiled as he entered the kitchen in leather jeans and vest. Eric pinched a nip as he went by.
Dan stopped in his tracks. "Oh fuck yeah. Now the other one." Eric twisted both Dan's thick nips and watched as the crotch on the tight leather jeans expanded. "Mmmm, that puppy'll be bloated all night now."
"Glad I could be of help." Dan wandered off to organize his crew. Eric found Tom in the den staring at the fireplace. His boy was dressed in knee-high boots and a pair of leather shorts with snap off codpiece and an armband around the right arm. "Oh yeah, good choice. Where's the rest of the men?"
"Um, Bill and Steve helped Ducky choose his outfit by playing dress up. The three of them are really horned up. Do you think it's warm enough in here?"
"Yeah, when all the guests get here it'll get hot. And besides, I'll keep you warm." The two men were locked in a deep kiss when Bill and Steve walked in.
"Oh for heaven's sake get a room." The two muscleheadz were wearing only boots, leather jeans and armbands. The four men were laughing at a silly joke when Ducky walked and all conversation stopped. The huge beefy black man wore only a simple leather jock and workboots.
"I decided against the chaps and vest. Think anyone will care?"
Bill watched as he turned slowly to show them his perfectly sculpted body, rock hard bubble butt and wide lats. He spoke quietly. "Umm, no. No one will notice. Damn, it's hot in here." Ducky slowly walked over and crossed behind Bill to get a drink. The distended basket rubbed against the man's ass. The beefy black body glowed in the light from the fireplace.
"Not bad for a big, black, HUNG bottom." Ducky smiled as he poured himself a cola. Bill just swallowed.
Steve shook his head and rubbed Bill's growing dick. "Buddy, he soooooo knows how to play your tune." Eric and Tom just rolled their eyes. The room had gotten silent when the doorbell rang.
Eric placed his coffee cup behind the bar, adjusted his cap on his head and walked toward the door. "Gentleman, our guest are arriving. Party time."
The sound of a large metal lid hitting the floor came from the kitchen. They heard Dan yell out. "It's all right. I'm OK." Eric greeted guests at the door for the next hour as men arrived in various states of leather dress and undress. Bruce and Steve had arrived from Pittsburgh earlier at the old house and walked in with a group who were staying there. They had met Ducky in Chicago before and welcomed him with slaps to the naked ass. Jim and Al were also at the house and arrived with Mike and Doug. Al went for the total leather biker look as opposed to being his usual cop again. Jim was in leather and chain mail telling everyone he was Al's biker bitch. Darrell asked them if maybe they had that backwards.
Doug was happily soaking up everyone's compliments. It was the first party where he showed the rewards of his hard bodybuilding labour to rebuild following his accident. He proudly showed off his beefy blond chest under a vest as Mike beamed in obvious lust. Vic and Joe walked in wearing the evening's outfit of leather pants and no shirts. Ducky groaned sexually. "You're the cop I saw in the gym parking lot. The one who tripped on the curb."
Joe chuckled. "Ah yes, the usual study in poise and grace."
Tom introduced Ducky to people as they arrived. The poor man struggled to keep names straight. He recognized Richard and Dell from seeing them at the Dog Pound and chatted with them about Florida where he had lived and to where they were moving. The house was quickly filling up with leather clad men. Dan's crew went into high gear to get drinks moving and the first trays of food on the table. Ducky stood to one side of the dining room studying the group of men whom would soon be his friends and comrades. Tom brought him another beer.
"Feeling a bit overwhelmed?"
"Wow, I'll say. I'd have never thought I'd meet this many hot men two hours outside of Chicago, let alone all these leather hunks. I am so happy that I am going to be moving here to work for you guys. And to not have to hide who I am, heaven."
"Well, welcome to our little village. Just about everyone is here. They're a good group of guys."
Ducky's face changed as he got a look of joy and a small silly grin. "Well, I'll be damned." Tom turned to look at the front door where Eric had just greeted the latest arrival and was hugging the beefy, furry muscle hunk in chaps, jock and vest. "That's the really nice guy who worked out with me. He never gave me any, I mean no indication whatsoever that he was gay. I just thought he was just another gym rat."
Tom looked at the door, then back at Ducky, then back at the door. He turned to Ducky. "No indication? Rick?"
To be continued? Comments - suggestions, lennoxbear@aol.com