Starting Again Chapter 15 by Lennoxbear@aol.com
Monday Morning
Steve stumbled along behind Sam (the) Shepherd on his early, early morning walk. 5:30 was just way too early but when the big dog whines. He had spent a lonely somewhat sleepless night without Matt by his side. Even though the doctor had said he felt Matt would have a full recovery, Steve was filled with concern. His semi-hard dick flopped from side to side in his sweats. It just wouldn't go down. He walked back into the house, tossed Sam a treat for being a good dog and glanced at his answering machine. No messages. He started coffee and plotted out a schedule to be able to get Matt's son up and out the door, back to his mother's to change clothes and get ready for school. Then he stood quietly at the kitchen window with tears sliding silently down his face.
He turned on the small TV on the counter and tuned in the six AM news. He reached for a coffee cup but almost dropped it when he saw the lead story. Video rolled as the lead story about the arrest of several men on alleged charges of child molestation and sex with minors. He caught Officer John in the background and immediately recognized the Toomey house only blocks away. Toomey was shown being lead from the house, trying to cover his face. Two of the additional four men were from a local church. He only caught glimpses of the faces but knew one of them had to be the asshole that forced sex on Ron.
"Holy shit!" He glanced around the kitchen but the only one there to make a comment to was Sam and he was only interested in his breakfast. He picked up the phone but gave a second thought of trying to call anyone that early. "Damn." *****
Joe straddled Sam's heavy-duty quads and stroked their two stiff cocks together. Sam carefully played with the newly pierced nipples but stopped as the TV in the corner flickered with the morning news. His ordeal seemed to have magnified his sexual need fivefold but Sam didn't seem to mind. Sam suddenly stopped tweaking the swollen nips to watch the screen.
"Holy shit. They arrested four more men besides that fucker Toomey. Holy fuck, heads are gonna roll. Damn, there's John." Too late, Joe couldn't hold back or turn. Hot ribbons of cum splattered across Sam's tight abs and hit him square in the face. "Hey, watch the aim."
"Sorry." Joe chuckled. They both got out of bed to be closer to the TV. Sam snuggled against Joe and glued their bodies together with the fresh cum. "Uh oh, there's your truck going by in the background. I didn't know there was a camera onsite."
"I'm blind. I can't see. I'm missing the sex scandal because someone tried to blind me."
"I did not. Here let me help." Joe pulled Sam down so he could lick the cum from the chuckling face. "Hmm, tough to get out of the beard. Makes a good tongue scraper though."
"Ewwww." They hugged and squeezed each other's muscular bodies. "Wow, this really fucks up Toomey's life. Being a peeping Tom is one thing but to be arrested on child molestation charges and underage sex, that's really fucking up your life." Sam hugged Joe tightly. "So, do you think there's much hope of charging the guys who beat you?"
Joe shrugged. "Don't know. From what I've read, there doesn't seem to be much precedence set on gay on gay abuse. But if two people know how to build a case, the two cops in Chicago are the ones. Come on, let's go shower and get breakfast and I'll tell you what I learned about them."
"Don't forget we have to shave that head, sort a like it." His dick was rock hard again as he rubbed his calloused hand over Joe's head stubble. *****
Dave toweled himself dry, wrapped the towel loosely around his waist and walked back into the bedroom. He stood in front of the closet pondering what to wear for another boring day at work when the morning news story caught his attention. He turned to watch and stood transfixed as he recognized the neighbourhood then saw the truck.
"Damn! Davey! You up? Get in here." His toweled slipped as he grabbed for the remote to adjust the volume.
"Eww Dad, naked butt."
He shot him a disapproving look. "Like you don't see naked butts and dicks in the locker room?"
"Not my dad's." Davey looked at the TV and realized immediately what had happened. "Dad, that's the creep that forced his dick on Ron. And I bet those other guys are the ones who raped Gary."
"What? What're you, huh, Gary? On the football team? I missed all this at the hospital." He crossed the room and took his teenage son in his arms. "None of these freaks tried anything with you did they?"
"No, dad, besides, I don't play that side of the fence."
"Doesn't make a difference what side of the fence you are on. These people are sick. They aren't out to just get their rocks off; they go after anyone, gay or straight. They prey on anyone they think is weaker than they are." He hugged him again. "Is Gary OK?"
Dave shook his head. "Yeah, there was a doctor who stepped up and helped, and that guy, that's Officer John Sullivan in the background. He's the cop friend of Sam's. You met him. Dad, stop hugging me." He pulled back slightly and looked at the frantic concerned look on his father's face then broke down and cried in his father's arms.
"It's OK son."
"Oh god, I just realized I have a bit of a hang-up. If I can't hug my own bare ass naked old man, then I need to look at my real feelings. It just hit me like a ton of bricks what it must have been like for Gary and Ron." He held onto his father again.
"Son, it's society. They look on any show of affection like this between father and son as inappropriate. Loving my son isn't inappropriate and if I have a moment of overwhelming concern about my kid, while I'm naked, ain't no one's business but mine. Hey, who you calling old?" *****
The dimly lit room still seemed a bit fuzzy to Matt as he lay in his hospital bed. His head still ached, there was a slight ringing in his left ear and his vision was a mess. One moment he could see then everything would spin and go out of focus. His body felt like someone was hitting him with a huge hammer. If he could just get some damned rest. He needed a diversion but parts of his body seemed to be disconnected from his brain. Oh well, if nothing else TV would put him back to sleep. The 6:30 AM news was more or less a rehash of the first hour of news. He worked to concentrate to get his eyes to focus and match the picture with what he was hearing. Suddenly the cloud lifted, oh fucking holy shit, Toomey. Arrested. Underage sex. He twisted to find the light pull, pain shot through his left side and then, oh no. He panicked. Bodily functions were taking over. The call button became his best friend.
A large, thick, muscular, man with one of the biggest moustaches he had ever seen entered the room. "Good morning sir, you OK?" Matt glanced at the badge. RN? Gus something, long name, can't make it out. "Matt, are you in pain?"
Matt tried to sit up. "I think I need to get to the men's room. My body isn't communicating very well."
"You're vision still blurry?" Matt nodded. "Ears ringing, head pounding?" Matt fell back fighting to stay conscious. "Buddy, you can't get out of bed yet. I know it ain't a welcome thought but I'll help you onto the bed pan."
"Gotta pee."
"Go right ahead, you got a catheter."
Matt looked down at the lump in the hospital gown and saw a long tube snaking down the side of the bed to a bag below. He gave Gus a confused look.
"You were out, way out. Catheter was the way to handle that dilemma. Did it myself." Matt's cock started to go hard. "Uh oh, don't be going there before we get to the bedpan. Now it's gonna take some doing but we gotta get ya up and moving a bit today anyway, so the pan's seems like the best place to start. Now, we're gonna swivel you around. Put your good arm on my shoulder and pull up. Good."
Matt felt Gus's big muscles flex and move as he helped lift him. "Did you used to play for the Steelers?"
Gus laughed. "I wish." He steadied Matt on the pan. Matt didn't seem too sure what was happening. He didn't seem to have any control "Nope, just your basic mill hunk, outta a job when the mills closed, so I went back to school and became a RN. My son's a good ball player though, lotta talent there but Buzz, that's my boy, is going to be a physical therapist. Finishing a long term Master's program this spring."
"Buzz?" Matt looked at the rugged handsome face just inches from his. "He about 5'9" by 5'9?" Good looking dark man, way lotta muscle? Can you stop the room from spinning?" Matt focused on the moustache and smile showing a chipped tooth. "Spends lots of time in the gym?" He tilted forward and Gus caught him. "Hot butt?"
Gus closed his eyes and silently laughed. "Yeah, that sounds like my boy. Steady buddy. How do you know Buzz?"
"My friend, Sam, big big big guy, moustache like yours, looks like a bodybuilder, big guy only he's a college professor, he knows, am I peeing yet, he knows Buzz. He was at dinner in, where were we, I don't know. Nice kid. Hot body. When will this damn ringing stop?" He focused on Gus's face again. He leaned close and kissed the man full on the mouth. "Oh shit. I just kissed my nurse."
"It's OK. It's not like you slipped me the tongue or anything. I think I saw Sam here yesterday afternoon. There were a bunch of very muscular men here waiting to find out about you."
"Oh fuck Gus. I didn't mean to kiss you, I'm so sorry...and more than a bit confused. Did I just tell you your son had a hot body? I am sooooooooooooooo sorry."
Gus smiled and very tenderly helped Matt back onto the bed and onto his side. "It's ok buddy. Let's get you cleaned up. My boy Buzz is gay. I don't rightly understand how that happened since he grew up in a house full of men. His mom died when he was five. He kisses me all the time. I love that he feels comfortable showing me his love. And you're right. He's built like one solid fire plug." He helped Matt get comfortable in bed again. "Your lover was here a long time yesterday, and your friends. They seem like a good group of guys. Steve, that your lover? He's already called this morning."
"He's a sweetie. They're a bunch of really good men. I'm losing focus again, my vision is blurry. Did I pee?"
"Well, your vision may come and go for a couple of days yet. Ya took a pretty good hit to the head. Damn, look at ya guy. Half of you is cast and bandages, most of you is bruised. If it wasn't for all your buddies praying for you, I don't know if you would have made it. Take it slow, you'll feel better. Actually, I can take the catheter out now since you seem to be back from, well you know." He carefully removed the tube; the only response was Matt throwing a boner. Gus tossed him a look.
"Whadya want? I'm gay." Gus laughed. "So, that guy they arrested, the story on the TV. There was a young man with your friends here with a couple of his buddies and I overheard them talking about well, what this freak did to him. Your friends rallied round him and so did Doc Jeff. I don't know if I'd be that calm if it was my kid." He handed Matt a small towel. In case you feel like you need to do something with that hardon. But, hear me, with your concussion, shooting off a load is gonna hurt your head more than you think." It was Matt's turn to laugh.
"Thanks Gus, you're a pretty good nurse for a mill hunk. And your son is a really good man."
Gus held his hand. "I watched Steve worrying about you yesterday and saw him reassure your son. And your friends were, well, all I can say is I hope my boy Buzz finds a good group of friends like you and your buddies. I saw the one guy who got beat up in Chicago? The outpouring of love for him was pretty amazing. You're a lucky man Matt. Get some rest." He walked out the door. The view from behind was just as hot. Like father, like son. Matt gripped his hard dick then decided he'd rather not chance it. ***** Steve had finished cleaning up from breakfast and sent the boy off to shower. Sam went barreling through the house then the doorbell rang. He opened the door to Matt's ex-wife. She boldly stared at the T-shirt stretched across his chest and the prominent cock bulge in his sweats.
"I brought clothes for my boy for the week and all his school stuff. Does he bite?"
"Sam! Quiet! Sit!" The big shepherd sat at Steve's right side, grumbling under his breath, nose out sniffing the strange woman. "Clothes for the week?"
"Yeah, you know. I have this crazy job and work all bizarre hours. Thought it would be best if the boy stayed with you for a couple of days. Well, the week. His school's just down the road, you can just drop him off. Or he can walk."
"No, I can drop him off. There's a lot of traffic along that road in the morning. Everybody heading for the parkway. I called the hospital this morning."
"Yeah, well, I gotta run. I'll call later. Give him a kiss for me."
Steve watched as she got back into her car and drove away. Sam snorted and grumbled. "Ya got that right buddy! Crappy thing to do to your kid when his dad's a walking first aid ad." He gathered up the suitcase and school stuff and walked up to the spare bedroom. Sam ran circles around the poor kid and lapped at his face. "Hey your mom was just here and dropped off clothes, and your school stuff. Let's see what we can find for today Buddy. So how'd you get to be called Bud?"
The kid hugged Sam and looked through his clothes. He stood naked searching for underwear. He was definitely Matt's kid. Gonna grow up to have the same thick legs and butt. "Welllll, my real name is Melvin, my mother's uncle and my dad's middle name. I hate it and so does dad. He always called me his buddy and everyone says I'm a bud, like a plant. So, I get called Buddy. Sure better than Mellllvinnnnn. Mel's not so bad. So, does she want me to stay here?"
"Yeah, yeah. For a couple of days. I guess she's busy at work. Hey, about his shirt? It's cool. And jeans. You have another pair of shoes?"
"She didn't bring my other shoes. This is good. I know she works crazy hours. Dad actually had to take me to class with him a couple of times at night. I didn't mind. I sat in the back and did my homework then went to sleep. I don't know what he's learning but it boring. She probably just wants to be free to bring home guys to fuck."
"Uh, Bud, don't you think you're a little young to use the f-word?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "It ain't love. These guys just shove it in and go at it. Half the time they don't even close the door. What else is it if it isn't just fucking?"
Steve took a deep breath and rubbed his head. "Well, ya got me there. How about we talk about all of this tonight after I pick you up at school? You get dressed; get your school stuff organized and I'll shower. Then I'll drop you off at school. Try not to worry about your dad. He rested well last night, I called."
"Thanks Steve. Hey can Sam sleep with me tonight?"
"We'll have to see how Sam feels about that. He sleeps on the floor in my bedroom but maybe he'd like to sleep here. He does seem to like you. See, he even shared his fur all over your clothes." Bud giggled.
Steve hit the shower. He didn't have time to jack off and his dick wasn't cooperating at all. It would have to just be an obscene basket kind of day. *****
The school was in all-out buzz over the men being arrested for underage sex with minors and all that other perverted nonsense. Dave and Ron listened as various groups of students reacted around them. Some of the kids from the church refused to believe their minister could do anything like that and the story had to be made up. And the deacon was a role model in the community. It was all Ron could do to not scream at them about the deacon forcing his dick down his throat. Dave would sense Ron tensing and simply take him by the elbow and walk away pretending to talk about the football game.
"Ron, I know you want to tell them the truth, but let the courts do that. Those are a bunch of straight-laced uptight religious freaks whose beliefs are only reinforced by their small minded parents, or taught to think that way by them. You're a better person than they are. Just keep you cool."
"You're right but we need to find Gary." It took two more periods before they crossed friends with Gary. At lunch, they found a table by themselves and quietly asked how he was doing.
Gary took a long deep breath. "I'm doing OK, thanks to you guys and your friends. But, ya know, I went to one of the youth meetings at the Gay and lesbian community center a while back. I saw a couple people from our school there and I know they spend a lot of time online in chat rooms."
"You think they were also victims of these guys?" Ron let his knuckles brush against Gary's as a show of support.
"I don't know but it wouldn't surprise me. They aren't in school today. I know they could be just sick but they could be like me and feel like everyone knows. This is a tough day." His shoulders visibly shook as he fought off crying. "But, if it's any consolation, most of these kids will have forgotten by the end of the week. ADD."
Ron hit his fist against Gary's again. "Gar, I know I'm a senior and I'll be gone next year and that you still have two more years here. But, if you need anything, anytime, you better damn well call me. What's a good black gay brother for if you can't depend on him?"
Davey chimed in his two cents of support. "Me too. You ever need to get away; you can come down to campus and hang with us. We're friends and friends help friends. And I'm sure if you ever needed anything you could go to Sam and Joe. You're not going to find two better men. Or my dad."
"Or my Mom." Ron smiled. "Really, she figured it all out and when she heard the news this morning she had one huge smile. She asked me if I had anything to do with this and before I could answer she just said I did the right thing."
"You're mom said that? She knows."
"Yeah, my MOM. Who woulda thought that?"
Gary smiled. "Thanks guys. My dad is taking us skiing this weekend with some group of people from his office. I'm hoping this will all die down and I can get my life back to whatever normal is supposed to be."
Dave tossed his head to one side. "Hey, we're teenagers. Normal lasts about 20 minutes." *****
Sam and Joe were planning to keep to what they discussed and only work a half-day then head to the gym. Sam hustled across campus in the sharp January wind and ran smack into Buzz.
"Hey Buddy. How are you?"
Buzz's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "I'm great Sam, how're Matt and Joe?"
"Steve says the nurse said Matt sat on the bedpan and seemed to be more lucid. He had a hardon so Steve's taking that as a good sign."
Buss scratched his head. "OK, I guess that works."
"Joe's doing well, thanks. We're, Joey and me, going to go see Matt after a workout this afternoon. So he's doing a lot better but not up to all tasks, if you get my drift. Only working a half-day. You want to join us at the gym?"
"That would be cool. I worked this morning and don't have class this afternoon so I can meet you at your gym."
"Great."
"So, this guy they arrested for having sex with underage kids? Is that the same guy you chased after the other night?"
"Yes indeed."
""You have anything to do with that? I saw it on TV as I was working and saw that cop, John Sullivan. I thought maybe you worked with him."
"No. But I would bet the incidents at my house somehow added fuel to the investigation. John's pretty tight-lipped about work stuff.
"Seems like a good man. Very friendly. We had a great workout and dinner last week."
Sam studied Buzz's face and bright eyes. "Yeah he is a good guy. Hey, I have to do a couple of things before the gym, so we'll see you there." Buzz gave him a thumbs-up and jogged away across campus. Sam watched the big beefy football butt and turned to head back to his office. He pulled his cell out of his pocket and punched in number. "So you up for a workout?" *****
Steve carefully pushed open the door and found Matt asleep in his bed. He stood at the side of the bed and looked down at the man he knew he couldn't live without. He was about to sit down when Matt stirred and reached for him. "Hey, it's so nice to see you. Both of you."
Steve snorted. "Vision a little blurry?"
"Oh man everything aches, my vision keeps coming and going, my head pounds, my ear rings. I feel like a truck hit me. OK, so bad joke there." Steve bent over to carefully hug him and kiss him full on the mouth. "So how are you doing?" His hand hung over the bed and rubbed against Steve's basket. "Oh."
"He misses you. I can't seem to get the damn thing to go down. Not having you in my bed has made me a horny bastard."
"Tell me. Even with all the pain, and pills and casts, blah blah blah, I threw a wood when this big hulking RN came in here to help me with the bedpan."
"That big guy working at the desk is an RN? Wow."
"He's Buzz's father. I told him his son was hot. I am so fucked up with these meds. But look, this thing is as hard as my leg cast." He waved his erect penis under the bed sheet.
"Oh man, I'd love to chow down on that."
"Gus, the RN, said my head might really hurt if I tried anything. I'm in enough pain. I think I better wait. How's Buddy?"
"Which one?"
"Not that one. I can see it's happy. My son, you dweeb."
"He's good. His mom dropped clothes off at the house and all his school stuff. He's going to stay with me this week."
"How are you going to swing that, even though right now there are two of you again. Is the room moving?"
"No. Don't worry, we'll manage. He's a good kid. Sounds like your ex spends a lot of time, um, dating."
"No she spends a lot of time fucking. That's what broke us up. She fucked every dick she could find. She got more than I did and I knew I wanted dick. The bitch. I can't believe we share custody. What about your workload?"
"I'm stopping by that employment office on the boulevard on the way home and post a job opening for a carpenter. I have so much business right now I can use a full time person. Didn't think it would happen this quickly. Problem is finding someone who cares about the finished product like I do."
"Yeah, interview until you find a good one. A really old, fat out of shape good carpenter."
"Whatever. Hey, don't worry about Buddy. We'll do just fine. I better let you rest." He leaned over to kiss Matt and run his hand over the furry chest and down to the stiff prick. There was a light tap on the door and Gus carefully stuck his head in and grinned.
"Decent?" Steve tried to hide his obvious hardon behind his jacket. Matt just giggled. "Hi. I'm Gus. Our boy here is doing pretty well. He's gonna have a long recovery from this accident and need your help. You up for that, oh, I didn't mean...."
Steve laughed and punched Gus lightly in the shoulder. "It's ok. We know we have a challenge ahead of us but we're up for it, uh, well, all puns intended. So you're Buzz's dad? Nice kid."
"Thanks. If he turns out as well as you two and your friends seem to be, he'll do just fine in life. Hey, I gotta clean up bandage boy here and give him a little stroll to the bathroom."
"I need to get to work. Thanks Gus. And you, Matthew Melvin." Matt winced. "Buddy told me. You do what Gus tells you to do and don't be trying any gymnastics. Love ya." He quickly kissed Matt again and turned toward the door.
Gus came out and stopped him down the hall. He leaned close to Steve and whispered. "Look, I ain't kidding you, that guy has a lot of therapy to get through to recover from this accident. But give him a few days and his head hopefully won't be hurting so much, so if you two want a moment to, you know, take care of business. I'll keep watch."
"Thanks, that's pretty cool."
"Yeah well, I may be an old son of a bitch but I know if I don't have a woman to help me, well, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." Steve smiled at the big rugged handsome man, gave him a hug and headed for the Dodge.
He made a quick stop to get a few supplies for upcoming projects. There were two more messages on jobs that had come through. He sat in the parking lot of the employment center and logged info into his journal. It was becoming a banner year but he knew he couldn't handle it alone. The friendly attractive woman at the front desk asked him how they could help.
"I have a woodworking and carpentry business and am in need of an experienced carpenter. How do I go about posting a job opening?"
She asked him a few more questions then asked him to have a seat and one of their business development people would be right with him. He sat in a corner chair and watched people in the busy office. He looked up casually when a young dark-haired man entered, and then felt himself staring. The guy had already shucked his jacket as he walked through the door to reveal a lean muscular athletic body. His arms were thick and practically ripped the sleeves of his t-shirt. The pecs stretched the material very nicely. Poor shirt to go through all that abuse. Steve felt his cock stiffen and pulled his jacket across his lap. No sense offending strangers with his obvious needs.
An older woman came out to the waiting area and held out her hand. "You the gentleman looking to hire a carpenter?" He nodded. "Right this way sir. We'll get you listed and your job posted right away. I seldom ever get any employers just walk in off the street. This is a wonderful diversion." He tried not to stare at the dark haired guy's ample butt. Too much like Matt's.
The woman took all of his info, entered his company background and job opening into the system. They needed to verify all employer ID info through Harrisburg but she felt sure he would be getting emails with resumes by day's end. She explained how he could manage the system from his office then offered him a tour. The attractive dark haired man was seated at a computer in a resource room typing away as they passed. Steve could have sworn he glanced up.
He thanked the woman and headed back out to his next stop, the grocery store. With Matt's son, Buddy, hanging with him for the week, he needed food that kids would eat. He sat in the parking lot and tried to make a list but wasn't quite sure what Buddy might like. Well, when in doubt go back to the basics his mom fed him. He slid out of the big Dodge, zipped up his jacket against the dropping temperatures and scrambled across the parking lot. Inside the store, he stood to one side and regrouped his thoughts. Sam also needed dog food, and there were some things he could make for himself that Buddy might like. He hated shopping. His soon to be ex used to handle this most of the time.
He pushed the cart up and down the first couple of aisles grabbing anything he thought might work. As he was pondering coffee, a smooth, polite voice came at him from behind.
"Excuse me, but are you the man who was just posting a job for a carpenter?"
Steve turned to look straight into the green eyes of the suddenly now way too hot dark haired man. "Yes, I am. Why?" Steve felt a little voice in the back of his head going `please, please, please.'
"I do carpentry sir." He held out his hand to Steve, who dropped the Starbucks bag into his cart and shook the man's firm hand. "Ken Armbruster sir. I'd like an opportunity to talk to you about that job."
Steve looked at the handsome young face. "You're a carpenter?"
"Yessir. My dad was one and taught me. Been doing woodworking nearly all my life and making money at it since I was 16." He saw doubt in Steve's eyes. "Yes sir, I know. I look really young but I'm 26, just out of the service. Just back from Iraq. I have a résumé and information I could give to you." Steve sensed a bit of urgency. "I'm back because my dad died a few weeks ago, just before my discharge. They let me go early." He looked down at the floor. "My father had retired before I could take over any business he had, so I'm out trying to start on my own. I do really good work...."
"Steve."
"Steve. And I have a lot of my own tools. Could you spare a few minutes?"
Steve liked the kid's attitude and he obviously wasn't hard to look at. "Yeah, sure. Give me about 40 minutes to finish up here and get back to my shop. Here's my card with the address. Stop by and we'll talk. My shop is the building at the back of the property. If I'm not there, I'm probably still unpacking groceries." Ken thanked him and hurried down the aisle. Steve finished his shopping, flew home and put away his purchases. He had started another pot of coffee and was taking the crazed dancing dog out for a quick trip when Ken pulled into the driveway in what looked to be a 25 year old Ford pickup in mint condition.
Sam barked but immediately stopped when Steve snapped his fingers. Ken held out the back of his hand for the big dog to sniff. He quickly buried his nose and licked at it. "Hmm. He either likes you or you taste good. He's very friendly but protective."
"As I'd expect him to be. Beautiful dog."
"Thanks. I just made some coffee would you like a cup?" Ken nodded. "Come in while I get Sam a treat and then we can go down to the shop." Ken followed him into the warm kitchen as Sam ran in circles. He grabbed his treat and scurried to the dining room in case Steve changed his mind.
"Wow, these cabinets are gorgeous, great colour. Did you build these?"
Steve beamed. "Yes I did." Point for Ken. Grab a cup and let's to my shop. Com'on Sam." The dog ran to the shop and waited patiently for Steve and Ken to catch-up. He squeezed through the doorway as soon as Steve had it opened enough for him to get by. A dog bed sat in a far corner and Sam curled up and sat on alert.
"He's pretty well trained." Ken looked around the well-equipped shop as Steve tried not to look at the beefy butt. "This is one great layout."
"Thanks. That's one nice truck you have there."
"Oh yeah, thanks. I like to take care of my things, truck, tools, friends, you know." He turned and smiled a big perfect tooth grin at Steve. The big carpenter felt his dick stiffen and start traveling downward on his pants leg. Another point for Ken.
"You can hang your jacket over here. Let me turn the heat up a bit." Ken hung up his coat and turned to face Steve again. He handed him a resume and some other info. He was one well-put together man. "So let's talk shop." The two men chatted as Steve walked him through the shop explaining what he did and the projects on which he was working. He explained in detail what the job would entail and was thrilled inside as Ken gave all the right answers and asked all the right questions.
An hour later as Steve worked to wrap up the what was turning out to be a long interview, the phone rang. He excused himself to answer it and Ken watched the big man's shoulders slump.
"You think internal bleeding? Oh. What does that mean? How soon? OK. Thanks Jeff and tell Gus I appreciate his thoughtfulness. I need to make a couple of calls and pick up Matt's son at school. We'll be over right after that." He hung up the phone and fought back tears. His body shook as he concentrated on the matter at hand. He felt Ken at his side.
"Something wrong Steve?"
"Uh, a friend is in the hospital, a really bad car accident, broad sided."
"I saw something on the news this morning. Out in Monroeville. Guy was in bad shape. I'm sorry."
"Yeah, they think there may be some internal bleeding. Or something. He's in a lot of pain and they have to explore."
"Good friend of yours?" Steve looked into Ken's concerned green eyes.
"My lover." Ken tilted his head and looked a bit puzzled. "Does that bother you?"
Ken shook his head slowly. "No sir. I'm just out of the service, you know, `don't ask, don't tell' and all that bullshit. Hell over in Iraq, we were so fucking jumpy, every little noise. I know some of the guys in my unit were gay, damn good soldiers, damn fine people. I'm glad to call them my friends. Life's too short to turn your back on your fellow man just because of some silly sexual orientation. But I never would have picked you as gay. That didn't come out right."
Steve laughed. "Well, I just thought I should tell you since it makes it easier to work together."
"I agree I think being honest is the best...work together...you're offering me the job?" Steve shook his head, smiled and offered his hand. Ken whooped. Sam barked. Ken hugged him. Then backed up and stood at attention and saluted him. "Thank you sir. It will be a privilege to work with you and produce the fine quality work you do."
"When can you start?"
"Tomorrow?"
Steve thought about it. "Call me tonight. If something has happened with Matt, my lover in the hospital, I may not be able to start you tomorrow. I'll know better in a couple of hours."
"Great. I'll call you." He went to retrieve his jacket. "I hope everything is ok with your lover. After my father, well, I'll pray for him."
"Thanks Ken. Call me later." He watched Ken sprint across the drive to the Ford, a big smile on his handsome face. As he watched the truck pull away, a moment of fear overcame him. He looked down at the stiff prick outline in his jeans.
"Holy shit. The man's going to think I'm an all out pervert. Sam, why didn't you tell me?" As if. Sam just went back to his nap. *****
Sam and Joe were already warmed up and planning their workout attack when Buzz wandered out of the locker room. "Sorry I'm late. Bill wanted to um, you know and I had to talk him out of it. Slowed me down."
Sam gestured around the gym. "You gave that up for this?"
"Fuck yeah. Working out with two hot men is better than getting schlepped by the same old one who doesn't give me much in return. That sounded harsh, it ain't that way really. But the workout seemed a better idea."
"Well, then you better be prepared to work off that tight ass and sweat buckets." The deep voice behind him startled Buzz at first. He turned around to look up into the smiling face of Officer John.
"Yes sir." Buzz glanced at the massive cop. He left little to the imagination. His chest was showing prominently behind what could hardly be considered the remains of a tank top. The sorts were tight and small and set off the powerful legs and a basket that made Buzz break out in a pre-workout sweat. "I didn't know you were going to be here sir. Be happy to workout with you."
Sam smiled mischievously. "I invited him after I ran into you on campus." He watched John head toward the free weight area.
Joe watched the cop's legs and adjusted his own growing package. "You playing matchmaker?"
"Nope. That match has been made. Just watch. By the time we leave here, it will be sealed."
The four men pumped and pushed for four hours to swell their upper bodies until they were all out fatigued. Joe struggled to do half his usual weight. He promised to improve as his body healed. Sam and John were so pumped, their arms stuck out at the sides from lats filled with energy and muscle building blood. Buzz worked so hard that John teased him about being his dawg. Buzz only worked harder. John slipped his arm around the shorter fireplug as they headed to the locker room.
"I'm impressed. That's the third time we worked out together and you really are a machine."
"Thanks. You're the best coach. You show me I can do things I didn't know I could do."
"Life's all about learning. Everyday should broaden your horizons."
"Yes sir, I agree. But I am so starved now, can't wait to get a shower and grab some dinner."
"We have one more hurdle to cross. No shower. Grab your gear; we're heading back to Sam and Joe's. I'll explain when we get there."
Buzz listened to his stomach growl but figured he could hold out for a better shower at Sam's. He followed the other three vehicles and tensed at the cold air as he ran from his car. Sam, Joe and John waited for him inside the garage. His workout shorts and wet T did little to shield him from the weather. Inside, John motioned for him to drop his gear and follow him downstairs.
Sam had unlocked the door to the playroom and John walked inside. He stood in the middle of the room and waved Buzz to stand in front of him. "Buzz, a few weeks ago, I never would have believed I would be saying what I am about to say or asking a question I need to ask you. I was on the fence in my life and through the kind guidance and wisdom of Sam and the open-hearted support of his boy Joe; I came to discover what I wanted in life. My eyes and heart were open to a life I was denying. Not any more." He stripped off the threads of the tank and stood before Buzz. The tight hotshorts did little to hide the growing dick. The legs were off set by the lifting shoes and thick socks. A hot seductive look that had a heady effect on Buzz.
Sam and Joe stood back by the door, Sam's arm draped around Joe. Joe looked around like an eager puppy but a bit dazed and confused.
John's face changed from workout-worn athlete to one of love and caring and deep desire. "Buzz, I earned some administrative leave time as a result of the investigation and arrest of those men last night. I already have a ton of accrued time off. So I'm taking a bit of a leave and going away. When I return, I want you at my side. I believe we are fated to be together. I don't know how or why exactly but things that have happened and questions Sam has asked of me make me believe that with all my heart."
He held out his arms and held Buzz by the shoulders. Buzz blinked. "How long will you be gone?"
"Till the beginning of February. Not all that long really. Three weeks more or less. There are some things I need to yet discover about myself. What I am asking of you, Buzz, is will you accept me as your master?" Several emotions crossed Buzz's face at once as he dropped to his knees in front of John and clung to his legs.
"Yes sir. Yes. I don't know what else to say but I don't know how to be your slave."
"I'm also asking you to move in here with Sam and Joe, so they can teach you what you need to know. They've opened their home and hearts to you if you are willing."
"Yes sir. Thank you. Thank you Sam, Joe."
"Joe's going to give you your first lesson, hygiene so to speak, and we'll be here waiting for you. Joe would you please?"
"With pleasure, sir." Buzz followed Joe into the downstairs bathroom and Joe gave him a thorough lesson in cleaning himself. Sam knew what was going to happen and had purchased a kit with everything Buzz was going to need. Joe got him started then excused himself.
A few minutes later Buzz walked back out into the playroom and found John waiting in his big high cop boots, leather harness, chrome arm bands and one big huge throbbing erection. Sam and Joe stood naked to one side. Buzz fell to his knees and stared at the floor in front of John.
John placed his hand on the young man's head. "You still sure you want this?"
"Yes sir. Please accept me as your slave sir and...."
"And what?"
"And your partner in life."
John pulled him to his feet, wrapped his arms around him, pulled him in a tight embrace and kissed him hard and deep. Their hard cocks pressed against each other's body. They could hear Joe crying at the side. John turned to look at his friends and smiled. Sam was hugging his mate to his side and comforting him. "Don't worry about anything Buzz. You're apartment will be taken care of. Sam will make arrangements for you to move. I expect you to finish your education and this training with flying colours." He helped Buzz position himself in the sling.
"We only had one brief sexual encounter. I don't know why but for whatever reason I feel so strongly about you. That is what I want and what I wish for us, it's going to be a long journey for both of us but for some reason, I love you more than anyone I have ever met."
"Thank you sir."
"You ready to be fucked?"
Buzz answered through his tears. "Yes sir. Please sir."
"You willing to submit to my desires and also serve Sam and Joe to share in this commitment?"
Buzz looked at John, then over at Sam and Joe standing at parade rest with big dripping hardons. "You fucking better believe it sir. Sorry. I will happily do whatever you ask of me. I will serve you and any man you feel worthy. But...."
"But what?"
"Hurry up sir, please fuck me."
Officer John laughed, stepped between the two upright tree trunk legs, placed his fat cock head against the boy's butthole, pushed and was in in one quick smooth move."
Buzz gasped. "OH FUCK YEAH! Oh, sorry sir. Thank you sir. Fuck my tight ass sir. Make it yours. Claim it." John pulled slowly back and thrust forward again in a hard attack. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhfuuuuuuuuuuuuuckyeah." He tried not to laugh at Buzz's enthusiasm. John motioned Sam and Joe over. Buzz eagerly accepted Sam's Master cock down his throat, groaning, moaning, and pushing his ass up to meet John. He searched until he found Joe's cock and grabbed it in a hard firm grip.
Buzz couldn't see much of what was happening above him. His head was hanging down to keep his throat open to accept Sam's shaft. He jerked away at Joe with his left hand as Joe worked over Buzz's fat nipples. Buzz had large brown sensual nipples that begged for tit torture. The three men swapped spit and kisses over Buzz's flexing abs. He felt drops of spit hit his chest and mix with the sweat from his own body. John knew not letting the men shower after the workout would provide Buzz with an onslaught of male scents that drove him over the edge of desire. Officer John slammed into Buzz's sweet ass but stopped after about 2o minutes to switch places with Sam. Sam had one of the biggest dicks Buzz could remember seeing on any man anywhere. Even bigger than his dad's after which he had lusted for years. John stood behind Joe, reached around and fed Buzz Joe's thick nine incher.
"That's my boy. Show these men you know how to please them. I knew that the first night we met. Man, that's beautiful Buzz. Joe, watch that big dick of yours in his muscular throat. I can practically see the outline of your cock head. You think he'd like some more work on those big nips of his Joey?" Buzz mumbled in the affirmative and Joe bust out laughing which only drove his cock deeper in the desperate man's throat.
Officer John knelt down beside Buzz's left ear. "Never speak with you mouthful son, especially is it's a dick as nice as that one." He stuck his tongue in Buzz's ear. Buzz could only moan louder with need. He moved his mouth to the sling stud's chest and sucked each nipple alternately for the 20 minutes Sam slammed the boy's butt.
"OK, time to switch again. Joe, please, fuck my buddy here." Buzz lay limp in the sling, drool streaming from his empty mouth as he whined for another cock. "Sam, do you have that little gift I bought for Buzz?" A big evil grin spread across Sam's face as he walked across the room. John slipped his cock into the man's eager mouth and nodded with approval. Joe could only whistle in approval.
Sam held up a large spread-em-wide butt plug. "Every good boy deserves one of these."
Joe reached for the eye bolts and stabbed the now open asshole hard and fast. "Where's mine? Do I get one like that?" Sam patted him on the face. "I think you swallowed yours whole." He looked at John. "Joey here goes through butt plugs like Sam the Shepherd goes through rawhide bones." John laughed and almost choked poor Buzz. "We'll see what we can do."
Sam prepped the big plug as Joe and John fucked Buzz from both ends. The man had been reduced to a sweaty needy fuck toy. Joe watched John's eyes for a sign and pulled out when he thought John was ready. John stepped back to master control and slammed his cock back home. Sam stood behind Buzz and held up his head so the two men could watch each other, eye to eye. He stroked his cock as he exchanged kisses with Joe who whanked away at his own tool.
Officer John stared deep into his new man's eyes and smiled. He nodded his head as he let his spunk fill the warm hole. Sam and Joe let go with their loads across Buzz's wet chest and abs. The three men kissed above Buzz. John's spunk filled Buzz's ass.
"Hey, hey, don't I get a kiss?"
John undid his feet from the shackles, and flipped him forward out of the sling. He placed his large calloused hand on the back of Buzz's and held him in a long hard, deep, wet kiss. He broke it off as Buzz collapsed into his arms and sobbed.
"Thank you sir. I don't know how you read my mind but I haven't stopped thinking about you since the first night we met. I was so afraid that first night was a fluke and that we would never be together again. Thank you, thank you, Officer John."
John held him tightly and looked at Sam and Joe hugging each other at the other end of the sling. "You're welcome Al. I knew from the first moment my life was changing when I met you and Sam here knew all the right questions to ask. Then when I saw his fear about Joe being beaten and raped in Chicago. Well, I knew I needed someone in my life the same way. That bitch I was dating was never going to cut it."
"I'll be your bitch." Buzz laughed at his own joke.
Sam shook his head at the bad pun. "OK, on that note, buds, I am fucking starving. What say I order a bunch of stuff from that Italian place we like and have it delivered? We can shower while we wait."
John threw both his arms up over his boys back. "I second that. Oh I almost forgot. The plug." Buzz's eye almost popped out of his head when he saw the butt plug. "Think you can handle this?"
Buzz licked his lips. "If not, then you have to fuck me until it will slip in tight."
"You just want fucked again don't you?" Buzz smiled and nodded. "Pig."
"Thank you sir, you can make me your pig anytime."
Sam pushed Joe toward the door as John sat the plug in Buzz's firm butt. "Let's go order food before you get all needy for a butt plug. Your butt ain't healed enough yet." He glanced down. "But your dick works just fine."
Buzz hugged the big cop again. Officer John held his face in his large hands. "Buzz, thank you. I leave early Wednesday morning so we have tomorrow night to talk and get some of your stuff moved here. I would trust those two men with my life; I am so sure of what and who they are. You won't find two better people. That's why I'm leaving you with them. You give them what ever they need even though I doubt they will try to fuck you very often out of respect for me, no matter how much you whine." He softly kissed him. "I know this seems really fast but I love you B... Al."
Tears streamed down the smaller man's face. "Thank you. I love you. Thank you for calling me Al, no musical puns intended."
John shook his head laughed. "Let's go upstairs and use the shower on the second floor. It's bigger. I know you don't have your stuff but could you please stay over at my place tonight?"
"Of course sir. I only need scrubs for work tomorrow and I don't have a class until 1 PM, plenty of time to get to the apartment and grab clothes."
They walked up the stairs and into the kitchen where Sam had just hung up the phone. "OK gents, we have a ton of food coming in about 45 minutes, hit the showers. You two, did ya hear? 45 minutes, no time for fucking again, ok maybe a little fuck, but don't let your food get cold."
Officer John let his eyes roll to the back of his head and Buzz giggled as they walked up to the second floor bathroom. Joe was already in the shower waiting on his knees to suck Sam's cock clean. They just made it out of the shower and dressed before the deliveryman rang the bell. They were settling in to eat when Joe noticed a message on the machine.
"Hey guys, this is Steve. Uh, Matt's had some kind of a set back, not sure exactly what. I'm on my way to pick up Bud and we're heading to Shadyside. Call my cell when you can. Sorry, don't know much more. Oh and I hired a stud carpenter today."
Sam hit speed dial on his cell and Steve answered. "Hey buddy, what's happening? How's Matt?" He hit speaker so they could all hear. "Well, Buddy and I are here waiting. They thought he was having some pain and passing blood. They were worried about internal bleeding. Gus, the big Daddy RN, called Doc Jeff and they took him up to do some exploratory stuff on him. Turns out, it's not related to the accident. He had to have his appendix removed. So good news, no further complications from the accident. Bad news, he had to have surgery. He should be OK. We have to wait another hour before he comes down to recovery."
Joe scratched his head. "Who's Gus?"
Buzz beamed. "Gus is my dad. He's an RN and really good at his job and I think he's really hot."
There was silence on the phone. "Oh Hiiiii Buzz. Sorry, didn't mean any respect by that but your dad is a great guy and a great nurse."
"Oh, no disrespect. I'd do him."
Sam looked at Buzz. Joe and John shrugged. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKKKKKK, well, none of us are sure who he is, anyway. How are you holding up Steve?"
"I'm a little stressed and my buddy leaning against me here is tired, and hungry. There is a couple of Matt's family here so I may leave to take poor Buddy home."
"Why don't you guys run home, get Sam and come back here. We ordered Italian and will probably have more than enough food. You can keep in touch with Doc Jeff by cell and run back when Matt wakes up. Buddy and Sam can stay here with us."
Steve sighed. "Thanks Sam, I need some help."
"Where's the mother?"
"I don't know. Left a message but haven't heard."
"Hmm, ok, please let us help. We'll have food here waiting."
"Thanks, see ya shortly."
Sam hung up and the four big men sat and looked at each other in the kitchen. "So what can we do to help?"
Joe started to organize the buffet on the counter. "Well, I for one would be willing to watch Buddy while Steve worked or went to the gym in the evening. Or he cold come here and use our gym and Buddy could do his homework and Sam could do whatever a big dog does."
Officer John almost snorted his wine through his nose. "So Sam, what is it big dogs do?'
Sam smirked. "Well I don't know about that big Shepherd, but this big dog is gonna be plowing a tight ass as soon as he gets the all clear." Joe perked up and smiled.
Buzz leaned against the refrigerator. "Well, I hate to brag but I am a pretty mean cook. I'd be glad to do some meals. I'll gladly baby sit if Steve needs."
Officer John sat and furrowed his brow. "How can this kid's mother just leave her son when the poor kid's father is practically in a body cast? The kid's gotta be really hurting. I'm sorry my timing is so poor but I leave Wednesday."
Sam squeezed his shoulder. "Don't worry; I'm sure we can get Scott to help. And maybe Dave. Gotta hope his mother gets her act together. It's a lot to ask of Steve, who I'm sure she probably looks at and thinks fag."
Steve left his number with Matt's family and headed toward the door with Buddy. Jeff came walking around the corner.
"Hey Steve. Hi Buddy. Matt's still zonked out in recovery. The poor guy's gonna think we're picking in him. You going to get something to eat?"
"Yeah, uh, Sam and Joe are feeding us. Buddy has some homework to do and I need to check on my dog. Plus, I extended a job offer to a guy today who I would like to start working tomorrow but I'm not sure I can do that."
Jeff rubbed his shoulder. "You need some rest. Here's my cell phone number. My partner and I would be glad to help if we can. Call me when you get a minute so I can update Matt. I'm sure he'd want to see you two but I'm sure he also knows schoolwork and food need to be addressed. Buddy staying with you?" Steve nodded. The 10-year old held onto his leg. "Call me. You're a good man Steve. Go eat. I'll keep Matt sedated. Hmmm. There's a lot I could do when he's out but that's just MY fantasy." He hugged both of them and sent them on their way.
Buddy sat next to him in the truck. "Is my dad going to be OK?"
"Oh yeah. This appendix thing is just one more thing from which he needs to recover but since he has an arm and a leg in cast, well, he's not going to be jogging anytime soon. Biggest thing is he needs rest and he will probably be bored. But, above anything else, he needs your love. Can you do that?"
"Oh sure, I love my dad. He's always doing stuff with me and helping me."
Steve put his arm around him. "Well don't worry about him. He'd want you to keep up with your school work and other stuff so we'll balance this all out."
"Steve, can I ask you something?"
"Sure buddy, what?"
"Do you love my dad?"
"Very much."
"Can I come live with you two?"
Steve looked down at the tired sincere face. "Well, we'd have to talk to your dad and mom about that but I'd be happy to have you there. Sam would like it."
"OK. I like Sam. When do we ask my mom?"
Steve took a deep breath. "I don't know. I'll need to ask your father. Maybe tomorrow when he's a, well, when he's not groggy from anesthesia. Hang in there Bud." Steve ran into the house to get Sam, his food bowl and some supplies then doubled back to Sam and Joe's.
The men hugged both of them when they arrived. Sam (the) Shepherd ran from one to the other sticking his nose in each man's crotch. He seemed especially curious about Buzz's butt. Joe held his side from laughing. "Did you teach him that Steve?"
"No, but I gotta say the dog has good taste. What's this?"
"It's a schedule. We're all going to help with Buddy to be sure he gets his homework done, and fed and has time for play. And that you have some time to workout, or visit Matt alone, or whatever you need. We have the next 10 days plotted out. Hopefully, Matt will be home by then and it will be easier."
"Gee guys, this is great. I really appreciate it. Maybe now I can start this Ken guy working for me.
Sam crossed his arms over his chest. "Yeah about this `stud' carpenter??" Steve's cell rang.
"Hello, oh hi KEN. No, just having dinner with friends. Everything's fine with Matt. They had to do an appendectomy. Yeah. When it rains, it pours. No, you can start tomorrow thanks to my friends helping me; I think we're going to be all right to balance everything. Sure. Where are you at, the gym? Doing what? Arms eh. Sure, bring your tools. Man always works best with his own tools. Sure. 8:30. See ya and thanks."
Officer John giggled. "A man always works better with his own tools?" He looked at Steve's basket. "Really? Sorry I won't be around to see all of this."
Steve looked for Buddy. The boy was in the den eating with Sam at his side ready to mooch. "Where are you going?"
"Away. For a few weeks. But I'm leaving my boy, Buzz, here with Sam and Joe to train him."
Steve took a step back and looked at the four men. "Does that mean? Did you two? Is he going to be?"
John bust out laughing. "Can you make a complete sentence?"
"Sure. Are you two a couple?" John and Buzz nodded. Steve grabbed the two men in a big hug and kissed them both.
John grabbed a quick kiss from Buzz. "So, Steve does that obscene thing in your pants mean what I THINK it means? And does this guy you're hiring have a clue?"
"Well, one, this boner is because I think the two of you together are hot, f'n hot. And as for Ken, no he's straight, just back from Iraq but doesn't seem to have a problem with my begin gay."
"You didn't ask."
"No, and he didn't tell."
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