Gus was busy cleaning up pizza boxes, salad bowls and glasses in the kitchen. He chatted with Sam's parents and brother, as the token `straight' people, and marveled at how easily everyone seemed to get along. He laughed at his son Tim talking non-stop football with Dave Jr. and Ron. His other son, Buzz, was in an opposite corner laughing with Bruce, Steve and Joe. He leaned comfortably into Joe with the other young man's arm draped over his shoulder. Dave studied his eyes and watched as Gus scanned from group to group.
"Pretty amazing eh? A diverse group of people in age, sex, orientation and everyone seems to get along just fine."
Gus nodded his head. "What's the secret? Why do you suppose this group gets along so well? I mean, I just met them and in a week I feel like I've been adopted."
Dave sipped his beer. "They don't judge, at least not harshly. There might be some catty dishing but everyone accepts people for who they are. Sam and I are lucky. Our parents brought us up with strong solid values. Of judging people by who they are and have inside not always by actions and not by labels society imposes. Hey, you guys heading home?" His parents stifled yawns.
Dave kissed both his parents good night and watched as they said their goodbyes on their way to the door. He looked for Sam. Gus pointed toward the kitchen window to the two men standing on the back deck. "Looks like Ken had something bottled up he needed to let out."
"Sam's good at that. One of the best damned listeners I know. Uh oh, Matt's not looking too steady on those crutches."
Gus took a long breath and slowly let it out. "I was afraid of that. He needs to gets some rest. Too much socializing too soon. Where's Steve? "Scuse me." Gus walked over to Steve and pointed out the glassy look in Matt's eyes. Steve went to help him
Dave wandered the room planting the seed that maybe they needed to let Steve and Matt have some quiet time together. He met up with Dave again by the back door. "Gus, is it OK if Tim comes over to our place? Davey can bring him home later. Those three are busy planning to overthrow the world when they get to college this fall?"
"No, that's great. Not the overthrowing the world part. Well, maybe just DC."
"Hey, do you have tickets for the football games this fall?"
"Nah, my boys and me are on the waiting list. When ya got seven boys who want to go to football games, well, they laughed at me."
"Seven tickets?"
"Yeah well, seven, ten, eleven, I've lost track. Don't know whether or not to include Buzz."
"Have you met John?" Dave gestured about his size.
Gus looked at Dave. "Oh fuck, guess I better up the ticket count. Shit. I came here tonight with one son I knew was gay, and another I thought might be. I'm leaving with a whole family."
Dave nodded his head knowingly. "That's the way it works here. I'll call ya and we can work on getting a busload of tickets."
"Thanks. Hmm, guess I'm leaving on my own. Take care Dave." The two men hugged as Gus waved good night to his sons.
Steve got Matt settled in a chair and held his hand. "Hang in there buddy, I think everyone's going home soon so you can rest."
"Rest. Schmest." Matt got a big shit-eating grin on his face.
"You dog. You're trying to get people to go home."
"It's been way too many days since I've been alone in bed with the man I love. I'm horny and I want to be alone with you. Go ahead. Tell me you don't feel the same thing."
"I'd be lying if I did. And besides, now I can't stand up cause you've done given me a stiff rod. Damn you." Steve got an evil grin on his face and pulled Matt's mouth to his.
Scott stood behind them and cleared his throat. "I think he's past the phase where he needs mouth to mouth. Good lord, wait a few minutes and we'll be gone so you two can fuck like bunnies. OK, Bunnies with casts but uh, you get the idea. I'm heading home to quick clean. Ron's coming over later."
Steve got up and hugged their friend. "You dirty old man, some teenager fun again, what the hell, ya got a hardon and you haven't left yet." He rubbed his thigh against Scott's crotch.
Bill stood smugly behind the two men. "Sheeet, he's always got a hardon when he talks about his Rooooonnnnnie. I've only been on the job a couple of weeks and figured that out. Ya'd think the man would be happy to help out a brother."
Scott leaned against Steve. "Hand??? I've seen the brother in the showers. Freak of nature. His dick's as big around as his arm. Don't know how the snipers missed shooting you in the dick in Iraq."
"Whadya think they was aiming for? You're not helping my cause here buddy."
Doc Jeff and his partner came up to say goodnight. "Oh Bill, we haven't had much opportunity to talk tonight but I sense now might be a good time."
Matt shook his head to make sure he was hearing the conversation correctly. Bruce and Steve sidled over. "We're heading out too. Long drive to the northlands. Call if you need anything and take it easy." Bruce leaned over to whisper. "Sex with a cast isn't as difficult as you might think. You can even try the one where he's the doctor...."
His partner grabbed his ass. "OK, let's not give away all our sex life secrets."
Dr. Jeff waves his hands. "Wait! I am a doctor and I need to know these things."
His partner just rolled his eyes. "Yeah right. Like you aren't the horniest bastard in the medical field! Let's head home slave."
"Ooooooo, duty calls."
Matt threw back his head and sighed. "I am so confused."
Dr. Jeff leaned over and kissed his forehead. "No, buddy. Judging by that lump in your pants, I'd say you're about three minutes from getting off. No confusion there. Try to get SOME rest tonight. I'll call you tomorrow."
Bill hugged Scott. "I think I'm going to hang a minute to see if Ken is okay. I'll try to call ya tomorrow, if not, I'll see you at work on Monday." Scott nodded, groped him a quick one and headed out the door.
Steve dropped into a chair next to Matt and held his hand. "You sure you're not too tired?"
"No, not really, but I just want to be naked in bed next to you, casts aside. I'm really glad everyone came over but right now you're my focus." The two men were in a liplock when Joe walked over with Buzz. Steve got up to hug both of them. "Thanks for having everyone over and the food. We appreciate it."
Joe hugged him tightly. "Where's Buddy?"
"Oh, he and Sam went up to bed. They're inseparable. It's cute."
The other Sam walked toward the door with a very emotionally drained Ken. Steve thanked Sam and hugged him tightly. He felt Steve's hard dick press against his thigh. "You guys try to oh never mind." Sam glanced down at Matt as the poor man tried to hide his boner. "Don't bother. Hey Joe, Ken's coming over to our place for a while. Bill you want to stop over, it might be good for the both of you?" Bill nodded and slipped on his coat.
Ken stood behind and waited for everyone to walk out the door. He stood quietly in front of Steve and took his hand. "I know I've thanked you for the job, but I ain't thanked you enough for becoming my friend. And Sam tells me I have you all confused."
"Confused? About what? I mean whatever happened in Iraq, I figured I'd be patient and sooner or later I'd get you to talk."
Ken laughed. "No putz. I'm gay. Sam told me you figured me for straight. I picked up vibes from you the first time we met and thought I really want this job."
Matt giggled. "Well, in his defense, his gaydar doesn't work all that well."
"What?" Steve shot him a death look.
"Oh get over it. Shit ya thought I was straight for the longest time."
"But. But."
Ken hugged his boss and friend. "Thanks. I'm really lucky to have landed in the middle of all you guys. I'll work through this. It'll just take some time." He kissed both Matt and Steve and turned toward the door.
Bill shook Steve's hand. "Just for the record. I want you to know, I've never been straight." He bust out giggling.
Steve nodded his head and smirked. "Okay, I get it. I'm working on it." They could hear Sam's voice from the porch. "I'm gay."
Steve rolled his yes. "Goodnight ya big `mos." The men all exchanged hugs again as Steve closed the door. "I thought they'd never leave."
Matt hobbled to the bottom of the steps. "It was nice to see everyone and know they care. It's nicer to just be home. I'm heading up to bed."
"Wait a sec. They cleaned the kitchen, everything's put away, and the doors locked, lights out, turn around."
Matt turned to face his big beefy lover. Steve stooped forward, wrapped his arms around Matt's legs and hosted him over his shoulder. "Hey, wait a minute." "If you think I'm going to wait for you to get up the stairs with those crutches, no way." He carried Matt up the stairs, carefully dropped him on the bed, placed his crutches in a corner near the bed and pulled off his shirt. Matt sat on the edge of the bed and smiled. A few more seconds and Steve stood anxiously naked before him. His cock stood at attention. "Stand up." Matt balanced on his good leg as Steve undid his jeans and pulled the cutoffs down over the cast. He leaned on him as he worked the jeans over his feet. Steve knelt before Matt's big thick fat hardon and kissed the leaking head. "Welcome home Buddy."
"Thanks."
"Oh, you too Matt." Before Matt could respond with a smart-ass comment, Steve swallowed the fat shaft to the balls.
"Oh baby, you've never done that before."
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"OK, yeah whatever you say. Steve go easy, it's been a few, slow down, fuck, you been practicing on a bat or, oh damn, suck it, swallow, slower, slower fuck too late." Matt's legs trembled as his overdue load erupted down Steve's hungry throat."
Steve let the big cock slowly relax in his throat before letting it drop out and covering it in tongue licks and wet slurps. "Oh man I needed that. Mm-mm tasty."
"So now it's my turn and I think you might be ready."
"First, off with the shirt." Steve pulled Matt's sweat over his head to expose the thick furry chest and abs. "Ah, my other little buddies. I missed you guys." He quickly dropped his head to bite and suck on each big round nipple. Matt sucked in his breath.
"Shit that sends jolts all the way to my toes. Ok, what I really want is fucked."
"Well, what about the, un, prep work?"
"Did that while we were waiting for people to arrive. And believe me it ain't easy to clean your ass in our bathroom with one arm and a leg in a cast. However, the deed is done, but I don't know how we...."
"Been working on that." Steve ran to the closet and brought out two more pillows. "You just lay over these and let me worry about it."
"Okay, just don't be falling on top of me and breaking any more bones." He rolled onto the bed and with Steve's help soon was hanging over the big pillows. "Damn, this way we can't easily kiss."
"We'll work on that too."
Steve looked at the round masculine muscular butt displayed before him with its light covering of fur and hidden treasure. He carefully knelt down, pulled the beefy round cheeks apart and licked the quivering hole.
"OH Daddy! Yeah. Oh damn, that's better than any hospital sponge bath, even if it is Gus doing the bathing. You know, each time that man washed me or helped me, fuck, get it in there, damn. Each time, holy shit. Each time I got an erection and he just simply thanked me for the compliment. That man is so cool for a straight guy. MmmmmstevebabyIloveyou." Matt was purring as Steve ate the sweet prize in front of him. He soon had Matt loose and begging as he worked his fingers in and out. He positioned his cockhead at the gate and pushed forward. The big tool found its mark in one swift move.
"Now, you gotta hold off so I can get your next load."
"Uhuhsurewhateverfuckdamnharderharder." Steve plowed the muscle mounds for close to an hour before Matt began to squirm. "Buddy, I can't hold out much longer. We gotta flip this show over."
Steve pulled out and Matt managed to quickly roll onto his back and lift his cast leg into the air. Steve pushed his cock back in and resumed the arduous ass pounding. "Matt I gotta let go."
"Fill me with your cream buddy. I've needed it so badly these last few days." Steve pushed forward. Matt could feel his cock grow inside of him and spew a gallon of hot cock juice deep in his guts. "Oh man, yeah."
Steve grabbed the towel on the edge of the bed, withdrew his cock, wrapped the towel around it and once again sucked Matt's fat prick down his throat for his second reward of the evening. Steve let out a satisfied moan. The two men lay in a sweaty heap as Steve nursed on Matt's spent cock.
"Do I get a load down my throat tonight?" Steve flopped back across the bed and pulled off the towel. His cock sprang back to its full hard beauty. "I guess I do." Twenty minutes later, Matt lay back and licked his lips. "Mmmmmm, so much better than any hospital food. You want to fuck me again?"
Steve took his lover's face in his hands and lovingly kissed the full lips. "No. I just want to cuddle up against you and sleep with you in my arms all night. I've had over a week to be alone and don't know what I would have done if you had died in that crash. But you didn't and all I want is to feel your warmth against me. I love you Matt."
"I love you too Steve." The two men snuggled in and despite casts and stitches slept soundly through the night. ***** Buzz hung up everyone's coat and took drink requests as Sam and Joe showed Ken and Bill around.
Ken settled into a comfortable chair in the den and slowly smiled. "You really have done a lot here in a few months."
"Sam's possessed." Joe offered as he settled on the sofa against Sam.
Sam frowned and corrected him. "That's obsessed."
Joe only rolled his eyes. "No, it's possessed and driven."
Buzz came in with drinks for everyone and indicated for Bill to sit in the other overstuffed chair. Buzz took his place at Sam's left side on the sofa. "So, Ken, Bill, tell us about Iraq."
Ken sighed as he reached out to hold Bill's hand. "Well, first I want to apologize for letting myself go like that with you tonight. It all just came rushing out. I don't think I realized myself I had that much bottled up inside."
Joe looked at Sam, then back to Ken. "You don't ever need to apologize for letting your emotions out with any of us. We consider you a friend, family, and if you can't let down with us, who else do you have?"
"Thanks. I appreciate that. I don't know about Bill, but my experience with don't ask, don't tell in a country as hostile as Iraq where they hate us and hate gays and well, the list goes on. Not everyone's that way, but the tension is building. I pray things turn around soon." He went on to talk about his experiences with Bill interjecting where things were a bit different for him. They talked emotionally for an hour and a half before Bill excused himself to leave. He had to work in the morning and needed to get a good night's sleep.
He hugged Ken close and kissed his neck. "You never need to be alone again brother. You're among a bunch of men who love you, including me. If you need anything just ask." Ken thanked him as Joe showed him to the door and gave him directions to get back out to the main road.
Buzz asked Sam for help in the kitchen. When they returned with another round of drinks, Ken went on to explain how he lost his lover and friend in an ambush and bombing of their convoy. He saw his partner's humvee blow up and watched as the life blood ran from the man he loved. His own life spirit flowed with it. The rest of the men in his unit knew what was happening and tried to offer as much support and solace as they could as they scrambled for their own lives. Happy insurgents danced around the burning wreckage as Ken felt this heart breaking and his hatred seething up.
The other soldiers all knew what the two men meant to each other and not one of them ever expressed disgust. All were supportive and felt Ken's loss. The complication of having to remain in the closet only added to the frustration. There were no `therapy' sessions in which he could participate, no persons in whom he could confide. His guilt and hurt had continued to build until tonight. It was the first time he had allowed himself to tell the whole story to anyone other than his family. He felt the weight being lifted from his shoulder but the hurt of still being alone replacing it.
Buzz sat in the other chair next to him and reached across the table. "You don't ever have to feel alone with this group. We're all here for you. When was the last time you were with anyone?"
"Oh damn, months. I haven't even jacked off cause I'd break down and cry. Pathetic huh?"
Sam squeezed Joe's knee. "No not at all. After everything you've been through, no one would expect you to just jump back in and continue life unencumbered. I'm sure Steve struggled with Matt in the hospital and I know how I felt when they called me about Joe."
Ken leaned back in the chair and sighed. "I may be able to move ahead some now after getting so much off my chest. I can't thank you guys enough for listening."
Buzz slid to the floor in front of Ken. "I asked Sam's permission while you were at the door with Bill. He's been my master and trainer while John, my Master, is away. He told me that if it was okay with you, I would like to spend the night with you and provide whatever pleasure or need you might have. I'm at your disposal if you want sex or if you want to just hold someone. Or be held."
"Isn't that cheating on John?"
"No sir. If he was here he would offer my services to you to help. I don't go with anyone else unless I have his permission or in this case, Sam's." Sam nodded.
Tears ran down Ken's face. "Thanks Buzz. I'd love for you to share my bed tonight. You might just be the therapy I need. I do need to go soon. My dog will be going crazy to go out."
"Whenever you want sir."
Ken slowly got up and made no effort to hide the growing bulge in his jeans. Buzz remained at his feet until given permission to rise. "Sam, I can't thank you or Joe, or Buzz here enough. The floodgates have opened for me. Thank you for letting Buzz come home with me.
"Buzz has a certain charm and skill about him. I'm sure you'll feel better tomorrow."
Buzz blushed. "I can follow you or ride with you."
"Ride with me. I'll bring you home tomorrow. I promise."
Sam chuckled. "Oh yeah. You don't want to mess with John." The men all hugged good night as Buzz got their coats.
Sam hugged Buzz and kissed him. "You give Ken your best and let him lean on you if need be."
"Yes sir. I love you guys." Sam watched them walk to Ken's truck that they decided not to leave at Steve's, good thing.
He closed the door, turned off the porch light and hugged Joe. "Our little boy's growing up. Come on son, we got some serious ass fucking to do."
Joe's eyes lit up as he ran up the stairs to prep himself. Joe hurried through his prep as quickly as he could and when he walked back into the bedroom, he stopped cold in his tracks. No matter how often it happened, the sight of Sam in knee high boots, harness and biker cap knocked him quickly to his knees. He kissed each boot and waited for Sam's signal to rise. He slowly got up to assume his reverent stance in front of Sam. Before he could move, Sam placed his hand at the back of his head and tilted it up to look deeply into his eyes.
"I love you Joe and I don't know how to make you understand how much. Words just aren't enough." Before Joe could respond, Sam pulled their mouths together, locked his left arm around Joe's thick muscular back and held him in a deep kiss and embrace. There are a lot of men in the leather world who don't consider kissing an important part of the sexual experience. Not Sam. Joe's mind could get lost in the deep kisses. Sam could have shoved a telephone pole up his ass, he wouldn't have known as long as their lips were pressed together. "On your knees on the bed."
Joe assumed his place and Sam checked his butt. "Perfect. You've become quite the master of using that lube gun." He straddled his heavily muscled boy and lowered his cock for the assault. It was buried to the balls in one clean motion. All Joe could do was grunt then moan. It filled him and sent him into a spiraling frenzy for more. He thrust his ass back to match each slam of Sam's hard cock. Joe's throbbing dripping cock slapped against his abs as his balls kept time with Sam's fucking. Sam would relentlessly work his nipples when he wasn't gripping the small tight waist. He slammed his dick harder and deeper. Joe glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Sam had been plowing ass for an hour and still the cock seemed to grow harder and longer.
"On your back son." Joe had practiced this move numerous times now and could flip in place onto his back get his legs up and over Sam's shoulders and get his hole refilled with the hard cock he needed quicker than most people could snap open a beer. His eyes would lock with Sam's until Sam hit the right angle that set Joe's whole body on fire. He wanted to reach up and tweak Sam's fat now ringed nipples but his arms were flailing helplessly at his sides, flopping with each thrust. His head would roll back as he arched his back and thrust his own nipples forward. He had no memory of how Sam managed to pick him up and fuck him while holding him in his thick arms. He had been reduced to a rag doll skewered on Sam's cock. "You ready son?"
"Muffamphhh."
"I'll take that as a y.." Joe reached up, grabbed the back of Sam's neck and pulled him into a tight kiss. His cock let loose and spewed hot cum between their bodies. His sexual charge pulled Sam forward to fill the hot hole with hot thick streams of Sam's prize man juice. Joe clasped his legs tighter around Sam, held the back of his neck even tighter and felt Sam lift him to carry him to the bathroom. The biker hat had long since been lost in their sexual gymnastics. Sam lifted Joe up just enough for his cock to slip from its hot refuge. Joe leaned against the edge of the sink until he could get his balance on his wobbly legs. Sam stripped from his boots and harness, started the shower and pulled his lover under the hot spray with him. He hit the release for a blast from the full surround shower as the two of them fucked again like pigs in a spring rain. They dried each other with thick towels, then Sam inserted Joe's favourite butt plug and led him back to bed. Within minutes they would be lost in each other's arms, at least until Sam felt Joe's hot mouth on his dick. It was a sign to pop out the plug and grab another quick middle of the night fuck before drifting off again. They had a lot of missed ass fucking to make up as a result of Joe's beating and rape. It was a good night's work.
***** Ken looked down at the smooth muscular shoulders of Buzz kneeling before him. In a short week he was showing new cuts and muscle growth as a result of Sam's coaching. He was determined to be his best when John returned. He kissed the tops of both of Ken's feet and lovingly touched the war scars on the man's leg.
"May I please make love to you sir?"
Ken looked deeply into the handsome upturned face and the bright dark eyes. The only thing evident in Buzz's eyes was the desire to please the beautiful young man standing in front of him and to help him work through the clouds of darkness that had enveloped his life since losing his lover in Iraq. He quietly responded with a warm touch to the shaved head. "Yes, Buzz, please."
A simple smile spread across the warm face. Buzz began again at Ken's feet and slowly worked his way up the man's body. He kissed, massaged and made love to every inch of the taut muscular flesh. His lips only lightly kiss the oozing cock head as he continued on his quest upwards. He had to hold Ken to keep the man from falling backwards as he made love to the two large golden nipples and lean round pecs. He must have worked each nipple 20 minutes until Ken was moaning and trembling. Buzz worked his way up the side of Ken's thickly corded neck and brushed his lips across a salty cheek.
He leaned slightly back and looked at Ken. The man's eyes were closed but tears silently flowed from the corners.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Ken's eyes flew open. "No Buzz, you've done everything so right. It's just been, it's just, that I, it's, I haven't been with anyone for months. All the needs, all the emotions, everything I want and need from someone just comes flooding back. I haven't had these feelings flowing through me for so long. Oh no Buzz, you've electrically charged my body, well, especially my nipples. Damn that was hot. No you're wonderful."
"May I continue?"
Ken hugged the man to him and kissed him. "Yes, please, please. You're giving me hope again."
"Thank you sir." Buzz kissed the man and slowly walked around him to make love to the broad muscle-covered back. He carefully kissed the back scar and held his face against the healing wound. His hands found Ken's nipples and rolled them between his fingers. Ken gasped and held the man's hands to his chest. He felt Buzz's hot breath work its way down his back and kiss his ass cheeks. Buzz pushed Ken forward to bend him over then laid assault on the man's butt. Ken struggled to remain upright, not from being off-balance but from the sheer sexual jolts of energy racing through his body as Buzz's tongue made love to his ass. Hot hands massaged the deeply cut quads and guided Ken to turn around. "May I have your cock sir?"
"Yes."
Buzz made love to Ken's throbbing cock for 30 minutes until pre-cum leaked in a steady stream and Ken thought his nuts were going to swell and burst. "Would you please fuck me now sir?"
"Assume the position."
Buzz got up walked to the edge of the bed and bent forward to give Ken the best access to his butthole. Ken tested the hot hole with his finger and found it dripping with grease and ass juices ready for a prime fucking. He placed the head of his cock against the hot pucker and pushed forward until his balls rested against Buzz's round butt.
"You realize that I am not probably going to last more than a couple of minutes. You have me so hot for you."
"We have all night sir."
Ken rocked back and forth for a few minutes until his control failed and hot cum flooded deep into Buzz's ass. He stayed that way until the happy man couldn't milk any more from his softening cock. As his dick slipped from the heat of its refuge, Ken turned Buzz around and kissed him again.
"Thank you Buzz. That's one of the most wonderful things anyone has ever done for me. You've filled me with love and hope that I can get back in the game and find someone."
"I think there may already be someone but you just don't know it yet."
"I hope so. That would be awesome. I hope I can be as happy as I think you will be with John. He's a lucky man."
"I'm the lucky one."
"So am I. I don't know what exactly brought me here but meeting you and all these other men, tells me I am where I need to be right now."
"I think so too. I love you Ken, not the same way as John, but my heart feels the need to have you as a part of me."
"Thank you. I can't tell you how much I love you for helping me back away from my fears."
"I'd rather you get your fearful cock back into me." Buzz reached down and lightly stroked Ken's reborn stiff prick. "I think we're ready again."
"On your back buddy."
Buzz eagerly took his place on the bed. Ken raised the man's beefy legs and placed them on his shoulders. Buzz aimed the big stiff tool and guided Ken back into his ass. The two men rutted like animals in heat for another hour and a half. Buzz struggled to maintain his control and not shoot until Ken told him it was okay. He was his master for the night and could let himself go only on his command. And he did. He easily got off six times until his balls were drained and Ken had unloaded three more loads deep into his ass. Buzz insisted he be plugged to keep in the thick manjuice and allow it to be absorbed by his body. The first light of dawn was slowly creeping into the room when Ken was softly awakened by Buzz trying to get his stiff rod back inside his ass.
"What again? Aren't you sore?"
"No, not really. I said I thought I should be here to pleasure you, so I am trying."
"You want to pleasure me?"
"Yes sir."
"Fuck me."
"But?"
"Aren't you supposed to be in training to do as your master says? Well, then, I want you to fuck me. Don't you think John is going to want that?"
Buzz lay there quietly. "I never gave it any thought that he might want me to fuck him. Do you want me to help prep you?"
"Done. You were so far gone, I got up and did it. Check it out." Buzz reached between Ken's legs and felt the base of a large butt plug snuggly in place."
"Oh, that's fucking hot."
"So, you going to fuck me? Of course you are. That's an order boy."
Buzz's eyes widened as he got into position above Ken. He felt the weight of the thick legs on his shoulders as he popped the plug from its roost. Ken held onto Buzz's shaft and guided it home. "That okay? I know you haven't been with anyone so I don't want to....'
"Fuck me dammit."
"YESSIR!" Ken tightened his legs around Buzz's waist and pulled the man into him. Their arms tightened around each other's torsos and their lips locked in place as Buzz pounded the blond musclehunk's ass. Twenty minutes later he felt his cock explode deep inside the groaning, moaning sweaty man. "You didn't shoot Ken."
"Suck it."
Buzz swallowed the throbbing manmeat and felt another hot round of protein slide down his throat within seconds. He collapsed on top of Ken and sucked a sore nipple.
"Damn Ken. That was awesome. You're as good at taking it as giving it. I gotta hope John lets me do that now and then.
"If not, you tell him I want you to fuck me once in awhile."
"Deal."
***** Sam stumbled into sweats and groggily made his way to the kitchen to start coffee brewing. Joe was happily singing in the shower. Sam chuckled as he thought about how happy Joe was after a night of ass fucking and pounding. Now, if he could just get him a bit closer to the right musical notes. He grimaced at a particularly heartfelt wrong note as he walked to the front door to retrieve the morning paper. He was startled to open the door and find a middle-aged woman about to ring the bell.
She almost fell backwards herself. "Oh excuse me. I hate to bother you this early but I wanted to stop by and introduce myself. I'm Mrs. Toomey, from around the corner and up the street."
"Oh? Oh!!!" Sam's eyes shot open when he recognized the name.
"Yeah, that Toomey."
"Um, Mrs. Toomey, I'm so sorry about your husband."
"Oh, don't apologize for that asshole, and call me Alice." She waved her hand. "Here's your paper."
Sam blinked at the woman. "Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Oh, why yes I would. That would be lovely." He showed her into the kitchen and she settled at the counter.
"I have to tell you his being arrested took a huge weight off my shoulders. He's a mess and I am one woman who is not standing by her man. In fact, I've filed for divorce. Been wanting to do it for years but didn't have the courage. Well, it's done. And I have you and your courageous young friends to thank for that."
Sam rubbed the stubble on his head. "How did you know?"
"Oh honey. I followed him when he was spying on you. I thought he was coming down her to well, have gay sex, but no, he's out there expounding against the gays. Of course, that was when he wasn't trying to get some poor unsuspecting young man in bed. What a mess. Well, he's where he will get all the help he needs." She thought about it for a moment. "And he won't have a voice in sex the way he didn't let these kids have a choice. And I sure don't need him. Nope, ya did me a favour." She raised her coffee cup in a salute.
Joe peeked his head around the corner and walked into the kitchen. Sam introduced Mrs. Toomey. She told them the whole story.
"Eh, my husband is what's wrong with this country. A bunch of shortsighted, narrow minded religious idiots who want to tell everybody else what they should do to live their lives. And then have no clues how screwed up their own lives are. But it's okay to screw up everyone else's and to fill the world with hate. Well, no more for me. I am living my life the way I want."
Sam poured her another cup of coffee. "That's Great Alice. I'm glad you're moving ahead for yourself."
"And, I'm here so early, I apologize because I am on the way to pick up my nephew at the airport. My gay nephew. He's hasn't been in our house for years because of my husband, but I want the man back in and want him as part of my life. And I thought I might be able to get him to help me with my son. My son hasn't spoken to us for five years now. I think he's gay, but at the least, he hated his father. So maybe I can get him back too."
Joe wished her luck as she hurried toward the door. "I hope everything works out for you and your nephew and son. I guess it wasn't meant to be with your husband."
"Aaaaa, good riddance. Thanks for the coffee. And maybe we can have dinner sometime. I think my nephew would like you boys. He was always at the gym." Joe and Sam exchanged glances. "Oh goodness gotta run, bye." The two men watched her scurry up the street in the light morning snow.
Sam closed the door and rubbed Joe's back. "Well, I didn't expect that this morning. I need breakfast."
"I'll call Buzz's cell, maybe they'll want to do breakfast."
"Do you honestly think they're not still having sex?"
"All the more reason to call."
Sam walked toward the bathroom and shower. "You are so bad. And you can't sing a note."
"Hey." Joe punched in the number and heard an odd echoing ring. He heard a click on the other end and a voice say, "I'm on the front porch."
Buzz walked in the front door followed by Ken. Ken looked reborn with a smile a mile wide and a glow. He walked up to Joe and planted a big kiss. "Thanks to Buzz here, I am a new man. Not without wounds to heal, but well on the way to getting my life back on an even keel. Where's Sam?"
"In the shower. Um, is the dick going to go down anytime soon?"
Ken rubbed his hard shaft through his worn jeans. "Probably not, all Buzz's handiwork. Well, not so much his hands, HA." He wandered off toward the bathroom to find Sam just stepping from the shower. He hugged the wet man and locked him in a deep kiss. Sam smiled and started to thank him when Ken dropped to his knees and kissed his dick.
"Good morning Sam's friend. I hope you had a great evening like I did. What? Spend most of the night in the dark? Really?" He got to his feet and headed back toward the kitchen. "Some day I need to thank you and Joe properly.
Joe was standing at the kitchen counter looking confused. Buzz sipped his coffee. "He takes a fuck as good as he gives. Don't miss that opportunity."
Ken took the cup of coffee Joe handed him. "Breakfast is on me. We're meeting Matt and Steve at the Square in 30, chop chop."
Joe looked at Buzz. "Look what you've done."
***** Scott held the sleeping young man close across his chest. Ron's mother didn't have a problem with Ron spending the night with an older man. She had never seen her son happier. He was more respectful to her than ever and she suspected Scott had a lot to do with it. She didn't need to know the how and why of his sex life, only that he was safe.
Scott nuzzled the young man's head. He didn't have a clue in hell where this was going. Ron's starting college in the fall would change everything but he knew he would be in the stands to cheer for him on the football field. They most likely wouldn't get to spend much time of their own playing at that point. He accepted the fact that Ron was probably not a long-term lover for him. He only prayed that they both would find the right men for themselves and still remain friends. For life.
***** Bill worked to repair a freezer storage unit at the back of the store. He overheard Matt's name mentioned a couple of times by store staff. Several expressed concern that Matt would finish his degree while on leave and never return to work with them. It was refreshing to hear people actually express positive ideas and not whining. A dark-haired beefy guy in his late 30's excused himself to get past Bill to retrieve something from the cooler near where he was working. The man wore an Army jacket. The snug black jeans did little to hide the thick muscular legs.
"Were you in the service?"
The man turned around and nodded. His green eyes glowed in the store fluorescents. "Yeah, first gulf war."
"Damn. I just came back from Iraq a few weeks ago. Wounded right before my discharge." He pointed at his legs and limped around slightly. The man walked over, stuck out his hand and shook Bill's.
"The name's Josh." He pulled Bill to him in a hug. "Thank heaven you made it home alive. Fucking perverted war."
"Yeah, it's hard to understand. I mean part of why we are there makes sense, but we don't seem to have a well-thought out plan. Oh well, I'm home. Not going to be doing the 40 any time soon but I have a job I like and am making some good friends." The man put down the big containers of ground meat he was carrying. He slipped off the jacket and hung it near the cooler. He wore a snug thermal shirt that showed off a thick muscular upper body.
"Well, maybe you can gain back some muscle and leg strength in time. The upper body looks good. He slipped his white butcher's jacket on, buttoned most of it then reached down to adjust his nuts in his jeans. "Damn underwear is winning today."
Bill laughed but the overall look of the man and his friendly demeanor was having its effect on him. "So where do you work out?"
"Um, oh, a gym about three quarters of a mile up the road. Not real big but fairly well --equipped and not too crowded. One of the managers here, Matt, took me there and I joined."
"Oh I know Matt, just met him through a friend of mine a few days ago. In fact was over at his and Steve's place last night to welcome him home from the hospital. Nice group of guys."
Josh loaded the packages he had retrieved from the cooler on a cart. "Uh, yeah, they're a great bunch. I only know Matt." He turned to wheel his cart back toward the butcher area of the store. "I'd like to get to know Matt and Steve a bit better. Well, a lot better. Nice meeting you Bill. Take care of those legs." He started to walk away. He turned around and caught Bill looking at his ass. "You ought to think about joining that gym. Be nice to see you there." He smiled, gave Bill a subtle wink and went back to work.
Bill walked into the cooler, adjusted his stiffening prick and gasped. He wasn't sure if he was reading Josh's signals correctly but the man more than pushed a few of his buttons. He made a mental note to ask Scott about him.
***** The café was busy for a cold, snowy morning. The six friends had to wait a while for a table but they didn't mind since it gave them an excuse to be jostled against each other. Matt managed to find a safe corner to prop himself and smiled vacantly.
Sam studied the happy unshaven face. "I'd say by that look, that you made up for some lost time last night."
"Ohhhh, yeah baby." Sam waved his hand.
"Okay, I got it. Hey they have a table for us."
The men got comfortable, ordered coffee, joked with the obviously not straight waiter and laughed when it dawned on the man that the six beefalos at his table were gay. A big smile spread across his face as he scurried to the kitchen with their orders.
Joe giggled. "I think we just made her day."
Ken shook his head. "He's a good looking guy. A decent gym routine would work wonders."
Sam nodded. "Speaking of gyms, you thinking of joining the place we all go?"
"As a matter of fact, Bill and I discussed that last night. Yes, both of us are. It'll be nice to run across some familiar friendly muscleheads once in awhile."
Joe sipped his coffee. "We were thinking of working out this afternoon, you want to go?"
"Gee, I don't know. I'd like to but I need to go apartment hunting."
Matt carefully avoided knocking over anything on the table with his left arm and cast. "No, ya don't."
Steve shot Ken one of his silly grins. "Ya know, we have that apartment above the shop. It ain't big but it's open and airy and reasonably priced. We couldn't think of a better person to rent from us. You want it?"
Ken's mouth dropped open. "Wow. I kept thinking to myself the other day when you showed it to me that I'd love it but figured it was more than I could afford."
"I think we can work out something."
Buzz almost snorted grapefruit juice through is nose. "Ken, I think ya better make sure he's talking money."
Ken lowered his head and whispered to Buzz. "If he ain't, I'd still be willing to work a deal." The two men giggled between themselves.
Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I don't know what happened last night but you two are wound tight."
Steve just let it pass. "Well, we'll work it out and get ya moved in over the next couple of weeks. The dogs can play together."
Joe tilted his head. "Yeah right, the dogs, hmmmmm."
The men talked about the remaining gloomy winter weather months in Pittsburgh and what they would do. Sam was planning to work Buzz's ass off in the gym to be ready for John's return. The rest decided, including Matt, to do as much working out with them as possible to keep in good shape.
They were discussing workout routines and body parts when the waiter came to refill coffee cups. He almost dropped the pot listening to their conversation. He wandered away muttering to himself.
Sam proposed they have a little welcome home party for John the Saturday night he returned. Buzz's eyes lit up. Sam reassured him that he would be ready. He wasn't convinced he would be big and beefy enough for John. A silence fell over the table.
Matt gave Buzz a dumfounded look. "Buzz, do you ever look in the mirror?"
"Yeah, when I shave my head and around my goatee, why?"
"When you're in the shower, what do you feel?"
"Water."
"Are you blond?" Then Joe realized what he said being blond himself.
Sam patted their arms. "Now boys. Buzz how tall are you?"
"Mmm, 5'9"."
"Do you remember when we started your routine we took measurements? Do remember your chest size?" Buzz shrugged. "You're waist?"
"Oh yeah, cause I just went to buy jeans and it's 32, but I had to go up in size to get them over my thighs."
"Bingo. Buddy, you started with a 50-inch chest and I bet you added a bit already, we can add more before John gets home. And your arms are easily 20 inches. Bodybuilders would kill to have what you have. And you've dropped weight in the short time since John went on vacation."
Ken raised his coffee cup. "I'll drink to that muscle mass thing. I have to work really hard to make gains. Buzz, you add muscle lifting that cup, you're lucky. John will be floored when he sees you."
Buzz took a deep breath. "I hope so." Sam hugged him around his head and kissed it. The waiter almost dropped a plate of food.
"So, how's this for an idea fellow gymrats?" Sam leaned back a bit in his chair stretching his sweatshirt over the big pecs. "Let's plan to go to the Arnold in Columbus at the beginning of March. There have to be hotel rooms available somewhere. Or, I bet Bruce and Steve knows someone and can pull some strings. You guys up for it?" Everyone agreed and felt they should include Sam's brother Dave, his nephew, Ron, Scott, Steve and anyone else who came to mind. "Well, we may have to double up in rooms if things are booked. Any problems with that, ha, no didn't think there'd be."
Sam worked with Bruce and Steve to make arrangements for the road trip to gymrat nirvana. Gus decided to go along and room with Dave. Tim would go with Dave Jr. and Ron. Bruce had mentioned their little trip to Tom and Eric who decided it was worth the effort to get in from Illinois. By the time they were finished, 23 men committed to the muscle trip dividing over six rooms. As many guys as could were going to make a long weekend of it by taking Friday and the following Monday.
Heaven help Columbus.
The next day Sam answered the door to find a very attractive young man on the front porch. He introduced himself as Brian Toomey, Mrs. Toomey's nephew from DC. He was indeed gay and eagerly joined the gaggle of gymrats during the two weeks he visited with his aunt. Brian was another twentysomething like Joe, Ken, Buzz, and Bill and often lost the older me in their banter. He became fast friends with Bill. Sam and Joe figured they were spending evening's together doing more than talking about workouts. Brian was concerned for his cousin, Mrs. Toomey's son, who lived in Chicago. He had such a poor relationship with his father that he had more or less cut himself off from the whole family. He was working to reestablish contact as much for him as for his aunt. He left to go back to DC but had become a solid friend and kept in touch with everyone via email. Joe told him about their Columbus plans and he booked a room for himself in the same hotel.
Ken worked to get moved into Steve and Matt's apartment over the next few days. He made a couple of trips to his storage locker to retrieve things he wanted. Doober and Sam became fast doggie pals and amused each other or snoozed in the corner of the workshop. Ken had been out shopping for his new place early one evening when he drove past the adult mart. The neon movie booth sign caught his attention. He had planned to have dinner with Bill but had some time to kill. It had been several days since Buzz had relieved some of his pressure and he felt his cock stir for some quick relief. John had requested Buzz be off sex for his last 10 training days so he regretfully couldn't spend time with Ken. Going into an adult book store was something he had only done once in his life and he was nervous as hell walking through the door and heading for the booths. He armed himself with a pocketful of tokens. There were a few men milling about and a few more in the booths. The movie descriptions weren't doing much for him and he considered just leaving. Finally, one looked like it might do the trick.
He latched the door behind him much to the consternation of an older fat out of shape man and settled in to view the flick. A few tokens, the quick code and the monitor lit up with hot beefy leather men going at it hot and heavy. His cock stiffened as he unzipped to let it get some air. A hand appeared in the glory hole but Ken was reluctant to let the situation develop. Finally the hand reached forward and fondled his balls and stiff prick. Ken gasped and felt himself giving into this need for manly contact. The hand disappeared and was replaced by the open mouth and tongue of a very eager black man. Ken leaned forward and let the mouth kiss the bulbous cock head. The heat of that kiss pulled him forward until his cock was buried down the man's throat.
Whoever it was knew how to suck one helluva cock. Ken plastered his body against the wall as the man on the opposite side sucked his cock, balls and made passionate love to his needy joy stick. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer and tried to signal the man. The man on the other side wasn't having any of it and intended to take the full load. The intensity of the blow job increased until Ken's pent up load slammed into the man's mouth and down his throat. The man sucked him clean. Ken collapsed against the opposite inside wall. The video still flickered away. The hand reappeared and signaled him. Ken had no clue until one of the biggest cocks he had ever seen outside of a horse farm slid through the hole. Ken lost no time second guessing as he dropped to his knees and gave up control to worship the giant black dick. The man had obviously been working his shaft as he had sucked off Ken cause it only took a few minutes before Ken received his reward of thick hot sweet cum. He licked the man's cock and kissed his balls before it disappeared back behind the wall. Ken could hear the man zip up and leave the booth. Two minutes later, Len's video ended and he exited the store a somewhat relieved man. He looked for a black man in the aisles or in the outside shop. No one was to be seen.
Bill was already at the restaurant waiting for him. They had an enjoyable meal chatting about the new gym, the plans to go to Columbus, new friendships and adjusting to life after Iraq. Bill was a warm caring man who knew how to get Ken to open up about his loss and look for ways to move forward. They were becoming fast buddies and good workout partners. Ken watched Bill walk to his truck only a small limp noticeable as a reminder of his time at war. He had been helping him plan a leg workout to regain strength and size to the war weary legs. One thing for sure, the butt needed no work and the basket was inviting no matter how loose the clothing.
Doober was eager to go out when Ken got home. He sniffed around Steve's deck hoping his buddy Sam would come out but Ken needed to get back inside on a cold and snowy evening. Doober settled onto his bed as did Ken. A few minutes later Ken was shooting off another volley of hot cream thinking about his movie night.
Matt spent as much time as he could work to finish his degree. He accompanied his buddies to the gym but could do very little with two casts. His appendectomy was healing nicely but the Doc didn't think the casts would come off much before the Arnold. He was in a funk that everyone was working so hard in the gym and he was going to be left behind. It made little difference to Steve. He was still more than happy to have non-stop sex even with the casts. If Matt was tired, Steve simply skewered himself on Matt's fat, fat cock and fucked himself until Matt filled him with the juice he wanted. Buzz had three more months until the end of his college career. He had already landed a job and was busier than ever among work, school and getting himself ready for John's return. The big day finally arrived and it was all Sam and Joe could do to keep Buzz from exploding. His nipples had been pierced and his cock sported a heavy gauge PA. Even Sam was in awe of what Buzz had done to his body in such a short time period. He was certain if the man kept up the pace and remained focused he could easily compete on the bodybuilding circuit come April.
Sam had planned for the party guests to arrive at 6:30 and for John to be there at seven. Being that the party was built around Buzz formally giving himself to John and both men were listing toward the leather side, the guest list this time was primarily the gay buddies and the theme, of course, was leather. Gus had insisted he be there since it was his son and he wanted in some way to participate. Dave and Dave Jr, were there in levis sans leather but the spirit was the same. Tim had borrowed some items from Joe and floored Gus when he walked down the steps shirtless in tight leather jeans and boots.
Gus looked at Sam. "If I didn't know that was my 18-year-old-son, I'd swear I was watching some porn flick. Not that I do that. But if that kid continues to put on muscle the way he is, he's gonna be fucking huge. Oh by the way, two of my other sons who are bikers are coming. They have leathers and since Buzz is their little brother they wanted to be here. They're gonna shit when they see what he's done to himself. He's my shortest but now he's the most muscular. I'd say they'll all be hitting the gym out of jealousy."
Buzz paced back and forth in the upstairs hallway. Joe did everything he could to calm him. He was more nervous than a virgin bride. He chose to present himself to John in a leather jock, knee high boots he had sent for him and a simple chrome arm band on his right biceps. The jock did little to hide his excitement as his cock in a tight wide ring, pushed forward and stayed semi-erect.
A couple of minutes after seven, Buzz heard the doorbell and spun to look at Joe. "Damn, why the hell do I feel this way?"
Joe hugged his buddy and kissed his shaved head. "Did you ever think that this is someone you love so much and need to be beside so much that you can't control yourself?" Buzz shook his had no. "Well, obviously, you got it bad for this dude. Get ready."
Sam decked in full leather and cap swung open the door to be greeted by a fully-bearded, bigass grinning cop in head to toe hot as hell leather. Sam didn't think the man could look hotter than when he had left town a few weeks prior but the man hugging him was a walking wet dream.
Sam's mouth hung open. "Damn John, you look awesome. Buzz is going to pee himself."
"I hope not. He needs to save that for later. I have a lot planned for us. I need a kiss buddy."
"Well, get your ass in here and let me take that fine looking jacket."
John held up his gloved hand. "Wait, I have someone here who wants to say hello." Another tall handsome man in full leather stepped into the doorway.
Sam let out a loud whoop. "Holy fuck! Thad! You big fucker come here and let me hug ya." The two buddies from San Francisco stood in the open door and hugged until people started yelling it was cold and to close the fucking door.
John wore a simple Sam Brown under his leather jacket to show off his buffed out body. The man had worked as hard to improve himself as his waiting boy had. Thad waved to everyone as he entered in a full leather uniform shirt and tight pants. The tall Mediterranean man hit them with his smile and cocks sprung to life around the room.
Sam hugged his shoulders. "Everyone, this is my best from San Francisco, Thad. I'll introduce you all around as we can. John, we're moving this to the big family room downstairs and we need to get you a drink and get Buzz down here before he explodes."
"A little horny?"
Bill chuckled. "A little? The man's had a hardon for a week. When he lets go, don't be in the path."
The crowd moved downstairs with their food and drink. Each greeted the return of Officer John. Sam managed to get him to the far side of the room with Thad in tow and then yelled upstairs for Joe to present Buzz. Joe slipped a simple leather hood over buzz's head and led him carefully down the stairs. He gave him the signal that he was standing before his Master and let him fall to his knees. Buzz felt for John's boots and kissed each one.
John looked at Buzz and then back and forth at Sam and Joe. He visibly licked his lips at the near naked musclehunk kneeling before him. He looked around the room at his friends and fought back a tear. "Gus, would you come over here please?" Buzz's head snapped up when he heard his father's name. Being as Buzz is your son, would you mind removing his hood and do I have your blessing to take this man as my partner?"
"I'd be honoured. And you more than have my blessing. And my others sons who are here are right proud." Buzz sniffed around the room. "I think curiosity is getting the better of him."
John grinned. "I bet, but I sorta like this hood thing. I might use it later."
"Please do sir." Buzz muttered below.
Gus carefully untied the hood and slid it off the smooth head. Buzz kissed the big shiny boots again and leaned back to look up at Officer John. His eyes opened wide as he took in the sight of a transformed man.
John smiled and held out his hand to Buzz. "Buzz, Al, will you do me the honour of becoming my slave, my son and my partner?"
Tears rolled down the young man's face only to drop on to the bulging jock below. John fought not to giggle. "Yes sir, I will be honoured to be your humble servant and I couldn't possibly love you any more."
John helped him to his feet and enfolded him in a tight embrace. Buzz looked over the big shoulder at Joe standing behind with Sam. He rolled his eyes in disbelief that the moment had arrived and he was overcome with joy. The two men kissed as everyone applauded.
John whispered in his boy's ear. "I love you Buzz and I am so proud of what you've down in only a few weeks. Wow."
Buzz blushed and looked down at the floor. "You may not be so proud. I just shot a loud in my jock."
Officer John glanced down at the straining leather pouch and smiled. "Dayammm, I got the power."
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