Starting Again

Starting Again Chapter 20 by lennoxbear@aol.com

Steve and Matt had finally escaped the crowds at the convention center and headed back to the hotel. It wasn't that far a walk and most of it was through connecting walkways but Matt was slowly ambling.

"You ok?" Steve nudged his partner in a quiet empty section of walkway.

Matt puffed out his checks and let out a slow breath. "I am whooped. I thought I could keep up with everyone this weekend. But man, I am struggling. The walking, the workouts, the standing. My leg, arm and shoulder are killing me."

"Well, guess it's to be expected. After all, you only got the casts off a short time ago. We have been doing a lot of physical stuff this weekend. We'll nap a bit when we get back to the hotel."

Matt shrugged. "It's just that I look around at all these beefy built men and am way over the top with frustration right now. I feel so out of shape. Fuck."

"Well, you know how long it took Doug to recover from his accident, and that's with Mike's help as a personal trainer. You can't expect to be back to what you were in a couple of days."

"I know, but still, I want all my muscle tone back."

"I know you do and I am willing to do whatever to help you. Everyone is. You're not alone in your recovery. We just need to plot out a sensible plan and follow it."

"Yeah you're right. It's the being out of shape thing and also with all this muscle around, man am I horny." He casually groped Steve's ample basket.

"Well, I can take care of that when we get back. Almost there."

A few minutes later, Steve helped Matt out of his clothes, got him a couple of aspirin for the pain and excused himself to hit the bathroom. When he came back, Matt was struggling to stay awake. "I'm sorry buddy, but you'd be fucking an unconscious man here."

"Who said you're the one getting fucked? My ass still works and it's all clean and ready now, just lie back and relax. Well, don't relax too much."

Steve massaged Matt's thick beefy legs and soon had the man moaning low with lust. He watched as Matt's big thick fat cock swelled to its hard glory. "Oh baby, come home to papa." He spent another 20 minutes making wet sloppy love to the fat cock as Matt held his head down and forced it down the anxious throat. He squeezed it hard around the base of the taut balls and cock and snapped a wide cockring in place. "Oh fuck yeah." "Oh shit, it's fatter than ever. What are you going to do?"

Steve shot him an evil grin and straddled the throbbing prick. "I packed my hole with a nice big glob of lube and it should be hot and ready by now. A little positioning, right here and now." Steve's body slid down over the angry cock as his body shuddered. "Gallllldang."

Matt rolled his head back, eyes closed and mouth open. "Damn Steve, your ass is on fire. Don't pump too much, I'll shoot too fast."

"Don't worry, I want to fuck myself on this baby for a while." Twenty minutes later Matt arched his back and pushed Steve up to fill the big man's tight ass with a rocketing load of man spunk. Steve smiled in joy as he felt the thick load filling his butt. He pushed his body down to seal the load in and worked Matt's hard, erect nipples.

"No, don't, shit eeeeeyah." Matt bucked again and fired off another round of spunk.

"Damn, I'm impressed." Steve enjoyed the fullness in his butt and ten minutes later the cock plug showed no signs of going way. "Well, as long as you insist." He fucked himself on the stiff prick for another hot load, then slowly pulled off and flopped down next to Matt.

Matt panted for his breath. "I've never done three loads like that. Man I needed that." The two men wrapped their arms around each other and dozed off. The phone ringing startled them both away. Steve shook his head and mumbled hello.

"Hey Doug, nah, just napping. Yeah we'll give you a ride. What? Twenty minutes? Oh shit. Okay. Damn, we really zonked out. Thanks for waking us."

"Hey come on sleepy head. Mike and Doug are on their way up, we need to shower and be ready in 20 minutes. Fuck, that prick's still hard. Oh buddy, that's tempting." The two men quickly jumped in the shower and helped each other scrub down. Matt's prick stood out hard and proud.

"I can't get the damn cockring off."

"Well, you're just going to have to wear it all night."

"DAMN. I'm gonna be stiff all night!"

Steve smugly bit his lip. "It'll save us time later. Look, it's catchy." His own stiff prick was outlined in his snug jeans. Matt whimpered. Doug and Mike were knocking at the door as Steve slipped on his shirt and Matt brushed his teeth. The two men just stared at his crotch when he walked out of the bathroom.

Mike scratched his head. "Do you want us to wait downstairs while, you, uh, you know?"

Steve giggled. "Nope, let's go. We already did that. Three times. Someone has a happy stick that won't go away." Both men blinked. "Nope, no enhancements."

Twenty-five minutes later they slid the truck into a parking spot in Easton and climbed out. The three of them were still giggling as Matt hobbled around in the parking garage, his cock still hard. Mike chuckled. "Just keep your hands in your pockets, no one will notice."

"Oh yeah, like that doesn't draw any attention to it."

Eric and Sam had reserved a banquet room in a local restaurant a business acquaintance of Eric's in Columbus had recommended. The place obviously had no problem with a large group of gay men hugging, fondling and otherwise acting well, like gay muscleheadz. In fact, as with the wait staff the night before, the male wait staff at this place knew a good thing when they saw it. Eric and Sam enjoyed watching their two posses intermingle with the errant throw-ins from Chicago, DC and Columbus. Testosterone was practically dripping from the walls by the time the evening ended.

Eric and Tom had approached Sam and Joe over dinner with an offer to help them renovate and restore Sam's new camp and cabin purchase. They wanted to work out arrangements that the two couples could exchange weeks for vacation. Sam and Joe would get use of the house Eric had just purchased in Provincetown and in return, they would get time at the camp in Pennsylvania.

Some of the troops were heading back to Tradewinds after dinner for drinks and a night out. Eric, Tom, Sam, Joe, John and Buzz opted instead to hangout in the hotel bar and relax. The men talked about plans for the new properties. Neither John or Buzz had ever been to P'town. Plus, the notion of rehabbing a campsite with a bunch of gay men had them thinking of new adventures.

As the six men enjoyed a drink, Steve and Matt wandered through heading to their room. They stopped to say goodnight. Steve stood next to Sam's chair and ran a hand over the broad muscular back. Sam ran his hand up and down Steve's thick leg just short of a major ass grope. "You guys calling it an early night?"

Steve giggled. "Well, Matt here has been having a bit of a problem tonight." Matt's face went crimson.

"Yeah, it was difficult not to notice. A bit too much Vitamin Viagra?"

Matt's eyes shot open. "No way. Whack job here snapped a super tight cockring on me that I can't get off and now I have a parade balloon for a dick. Don't look so smug, damn you." "So we thought we'd take advantage of the situation. See you all in the morning." The six friends watched Steve and Matt arguing over who would get fucked as they headed to the elevators. Matt claiming Steve had already had his turn.

Sam shook his head. "Boy problems. Getting back to the cabin. Steve and Ken are carpenters so they are going to head up the restoration plan with a contractor I've hired out there. Scott and Bill are HVAC-electrician guys, so they are helping with that. Bruce and Steve have a guy who can get us new kitchen and bath fixtures, so we're doing pretty well."

Eric shrugged his shoulders. "What can we do to help?"

Joe smirked. "Show up naked for the ribbing cutting."

Tom chimed up. "Oooo, a naked kick-off party." Off they went.

Eric sighed. "You realize now that it will be a naked party the way those two have bonded. Buzz pulled his chair over to Tom and Joe's. "Oh god, three of a kind."

Officer John tossed his hands up. "How can we help?"

Well, we still need to do a lot of cleaning and painting. Gus and Dave and the boys are planning to help with that. The property needs a lot of work, stuff the contractor may not do. So there's still plenty."

Eric smacked Sam's arm. "Well, Tom and I can set you up with a security system to protect the place when no one is there. It's one of our core businesses."

"Really?"

Eric got a broad smile on his handsome face. His blue eyes gleamed. "Oh yeah. That's how Tom and I met. He was interning with my security and wiring company and was putting in the system at our office building. First time I saw him he was up on a ladder in the ceiling. All I could see were these nice beefy legs and round butt. When he came down the ladder and I saw the face and the green eyes, my dick went hard and my heart skipped a beat."

"Ah, love at first lust."

John giggled. "Was he as muscular? I mean he's mega beef now. And I know the feeling, the first time I set eyes on Buzz, all thoughts of my former life with my girlfriend faded."

Eric nodded. "Nah, I tricked Tom into being my muscle boy experiment. It worked too well. Now we're both addicted gym freaks. But, damn, that boy's been my life since day one." John and Sam looked at each other. Sam took a deep breath. "Yeah, us too. Damn fate. Well, men, here's to long relationships and life-long friendships." The three men clinked their bottles as their boys planned camp games by the bar fireplace.

Sunday morning the gang slowly gathered for breakfast and to pack the vehicles with travel bags and more bags of accumulated freebies and purchases from the expo. They were on the road and heading back to Pittsburgh in their little caravan on I-70 when Sam's cell rang.

"Good morning partner." Eric's voice cheerfully greeted him. "You guys get off okay?"

"Yeah, and we got off on the trip home okay too." Sam giggled and Joe groaned as he shuffled in the passenger seat to keep the butt plug filling his ass from making his dick hard again.

"Uh, okay I get that. Good hanging with you guys this weekend. Everyone was happy to meet all of you. I can safely say, some happier than others. Doug and Mike are quite taken with Steve and Matt."

"I think that's mutual."

"I don't think you had much opportunity to spend time with Lee Toomey but he evidently got to know a couple of your buddies quite well. I saw him smiling like a lit up beacon as we were leaving this morning."

"That was after he got over his embarrassment of hitting on Gus, right?"

Eric laughed. "Yeah, Gus must have played him like a fiddle before dropping the bomb that he was straight."

"Yeah, he came close to having Lee rip off his clothes and suck him off anyway."

"Can't say as I blame him. Gus, and your brother Dave, are two fine looking men. Hey buddy, keep in touch. We'll be talking soon about how we can help with the cabin. And I have Tom working out a schedule for the P'town house so everyone will get a chance to vacation there if they want."

"Sounds like a good idea."

"Well, have a safe drive back. Give that fine partner of yours a big kiss and more for me."

"You do likewise with Tom."

"Oh I got my digs in last night. He's asleep against the door. I think I wore him out."

"Later guy, you guys have a safe trip too." A few hours later they were splitting up on the outskirts of the `burgh as various vehicles headed to their respective homes.

Eric asked John and Buzz to come back over for dinner and to counsel Joe through watching the video of his rape to prep for the hearing in Chicago. Joe had run out to pick up Italian from their favourite takeout place. He was pulling back into the driveway as John and Buzz arrived. Buzz hurried to help Joe with the bags as John groped the beefy butt.

Joe wiggled his muscular ass. "Something tells me you two went home and fucked before coming back over."

Officer John shot him an evil grin. "Damn boy damn near knocked me down trying to get my cloths off so he could get my dick up his ass."

Buzz smirked. "No one told you to wear so damned many layers just cause it's March. We only had time for one quick fuck."

Joe shook his head. "You have become a cock hound."

John sighed, "You got that right. How lucky for me!"

The four men paused a moment before eating to look at the calorie laden food before them. The beef overload at the expo gave them pause.

Sam poured himself a glass of wine. "Fuck it. We hit the gym tomorrow and give it our all."

Buzz sipped his water. "I'll drink to that and a good fuck later."

John looked at him in fake disgust. "Have you no pride?"

"Not when it comes to serving my Master."

"Oh, yeah, okay then."

Joe was busy loading the dishwasher. Sam explained to John and Buzz that the tape he wanted them to see was a copy of the one Joe's abductors had made as they and several of their friends forced Joe to be their sex slave. John pulled out a notebook and said he wanted to make notes to help Joe in his testimony. Buzz squirmed on the sofa next to John.

"I don't know if I can watch this. It's not a porn flick. It's a buddy who's been drugged and now being more or less raped."

Sam agreed. "I saw it once. It's pretty hardcore but Joe needs to be prepared. Ready son?" Joe took a deep breath and nodded.

The TV came to life and showed the bedroom in the apartment where Joe had been staying. The two men who had slipped Joe a hit in the bar were clearly seen as forcing him to take something else. The two men stripped then stripped Joe. The two men took turns telling Joe what to do to worship their big dicks as he groggily complied. Joe's eyes were seldom fully open and were glazed over when visible. They placed the camera on the bathroom counter as the two men held Joe in the shower and removed all of his body hair except for his eyebrows. They then half walked, half dragged him back to the bedroom and fucked him. One of the men would occasionally walk out of camera range only to return with another man who stripped and joined in the sex games with a compliant Joe. Eventually, seven men forced him to suck their dicks and balls. Joe had swallowed several loads before being tied to the bed on his back.

He was positioned so he could take one man in his throat while another fucked him. His body was subjected to flogging and whipping until red welts were clearly visible on the tape. The men performed a ritual piercing of his nipples then proceeded to apply various clamps to the bleeding tits. Joe had gone beyond the point of being able to respond for himself and was untied and positioned so each man could continue to fuck or face fuck him over and over.

At one point, a couple men kicked him with their steel-toed workboots. Bruises could be seen later on the tape. Larger and larger dildoes and fists were forced up his ass until blood trickled down his legs. None of the men attempted to hide their faces from the camera not realizing as they drank that the tape would end up being left behind.

The camera had been set for a slow record and the whole event took place over a four-hour period. Joe was fucked and beaten in every conceivable position in the bedroom and even in the living room. The tape ended with Joe being left in the position on the bed in which Bruce and Steve found him later. Joe bearly moved in the remainder of the tape.

Sam stopped the tape and looked a Joe. He sat sullenly with a blank look on his face.

"I remember none of that. If I didn't know it was me, I'd say it was one nasty ass hardcore S&M video."

John leaned over and squeezed his knee. "Do you think you can give testimony about it, especially if they show excerpts in the courtroom? Which they might do."

Joe slowly nodded. "Yeah, it's like I'm watching someone else. I have to make myself watch it a couple more times to see if it jogs my memory. But it's fucking weird not to be able to remember."

"Well, I made some notes on points I think they may hit for questioning. They are also going ask questions from the perspective that you are a gay man and gay men do these kinds of things at will."

Buzz spoke up from the end of the sofa where he slumped. "No gay men do that in a smart consensual trusting relationship." He had wiped tears from his face several times. "No good master would ever treat or abuse his boy or slave like that. That was criminal. I mean, you could see them giving you something and you were out. Then, then they beat you, shaved you, raped you."

John pulled him over in a tight hug. "It's okay Buzz, it's over and done. Joe's okay now."

"I know. It might be hot if it weren't someone I knew and loved being drugged and beaten."

Joe went over and pulled Buzz to his feet to hug him. They realized they both were erect and throbbing.

"I'm sorry. All the fucking got to me." Buzz's face went bright red.

John got up to walk to the computer making no effort to hide his own stiff prick. "We're human, and gay. As gay men we react to sex that way. Doesn't make the deed any less heinous. I'm going to type up my notes so you can prep some answers. The four men talked through what Joe would need to do in his testimony and a couple of hours later a drained John and Buzz left.

Sam walked around turning off lights and gathering up glasses. "I'm glad we took tomorrow off from work to relax and regroup. You ready for bed? I promise I won't try anything."

"Thanks. I'm feeling sort of dirty, and weird." The two men showered together until Joe was relaxed and hinting at sex. Sam pushed him toward the bed and came out of the bathroom a couple of minutes later.

He flopped onto the bed on his back and handed Joe a tube of lube. "I think you need to take out some of your emotions on my ass for a change." Joe hesitated for a moment. "Do as your told." ****

Over the next two weeks, John, Buzz, Steve and Matt worked with Joe and Sam to prep him for his trip back to Chicago to give testimony against the two men accused of setting up and orchestrating the night of his beating and rape. By the time they flew out with Bruce and Steve, Joe was feeling confident and ready for bear.

Matt began his effort in earnest to rebuild his leg and arm after the accident. Steve caught him right after their return from Columbus studying his ass in the mirror.

"No, you haven't lost your butt. Believe me, it would take more than a few weeks with your leg in a cast to cause that beefy butt to diminish. Let me prove that by burying my tongue there." Afterwards, as they lay in a tangle of bedclothes and naked flesh both dripping sticky loads form their butts, Matt sat up in the middle of the bed and crossed his legs.

"You know, I think a lot of things are about to change. I've officially finished all my Master's work, I'm back to work full time, but dragging, and I've been contacted about a couple of jobs."

"Well, that's great." Steve tweaked the swollen nip through Matt's chest hair.

"Yeah, it's a new world for me, stop that, but a lot more money if I get one of these jobs. Stop. Thing is, I like the people with whom I work. And I think Tony, the butcher, is trying to come out to me. And, even more bizarre, I think, oh twist that way, he may be dating Bear, one of the utility guys."

"Bear? Do I know him?"

"Um, about 5'8", thick, sort of bearish but solid muscle, short buzzcut and goatee. Always follows you around in the dairy aisle."

"Oh him, and Tony?"

"He's about the same height, thin, shaved head, goatee and wears baggy, baggy clothes."

"No bells. Why do you think he's gay?"

"He's done everything but wave a rainbow flag but we are never alone to have a conversation. Nice guy, good worker, not the type I would put with Bear if he is gay but you know how that goes."

"You know Bear is gay?" Matt shook his head no. "You're losing me."

"I walked into one of the storage rooms last week and I think I interrupted them in a kiss."

"But you didn't actually see them kissing? So you really don't know? Sounds like you don't want to leave the store?"

"Well, sooner or later I have to grow up but I do like these people."

"That doesn't mean you can't continue to be friends with them, especially if they are gay. Two more buds in the family. Invite them over for dinner one night this week after the gym and see what happens."

"Good idea."

"Just see what happens and if they feel comfortable. We may be surprised. Neither of them works out?"

"Bear does but I don't know where. Not sure about Tony. He really needs someone to help him choose his clothes, either that or he is really, really skinny. Really."

"Well, not everyone can fill out a pair of jeans the way you do. Speaking of butts, bring that furry beauty back over here." *****

Ken flexed his butt against the stiff pole nuzzled between his butt cheeks. "See, I told you, they never close their drapes. I guess I should tell them I see everything they do in the bedroom.

Bill ran his hands over the round pecs. "Hmm, I don't know. Think of the money you save on not having to buy porn. Holy shit. Dayammm. Steve really is slamming it to Matt."

"Feeling inspired?"

"Whoa baby you bet. Bend forward, right there." Bill slid his cock back into the cum-dripping butt hole and buried his thick black shaft. "Although I do feel a bit guilty watching two friends have sex and fucking while we watch."

"We could go back into the bedroom."

Bill smiled. "Yep, let's...try this...move." He pulled Ken back against him, lifted him but kept him skewered on the big cock and carried him to the back of the apartment." Ken fell forward onto his knees and Bill never missed a stroke. "Oh this is better but one thing."

"What's that?'

"Don't cum. I think it's about time you slammed me a good fuck up my black ass. You get all the pleasure of my fucking you. I want a chance."

"Huh, okay. Gladly. But if you keep that up, I won't be able to maintain control over my prick." Bill pushed Ken forward freeing his dick from the muscular blond ass. Ken looked up at the black beauty swaying before him and watched in amazement as Bill lowered himself on Ken's throbbing cock. "No lube?"

"I was born lubed. The more I fuck you, the more my ass needs your cock and seems to create a natural lube just meant for this. Oh fuck yeah. I may never fuck your butt again, this feels too good."

"Um, I think we need to discuss this."

"Yeah, right after you fill my hole with cum." *****

Thursday evening Matt nervously chopped salad stuff as he and Steve waited for Tony and Bear. Promptly at 7:30, the doorbell rang and both men arrived together. Steve took their coats as Matt got them beers.

Steve showed them through the house on the way to the family room with a roaring fire crackling away on a cool March evening.

Bear studied the warm room. "Wow guys, this is great. Thanks for inviting us."

Matt offered them a beer. "Well, I took a chance you could both make it. Together. And I've wanted to talk with you about something. Um, together." Bear sat back on the leather sofa and Tony nuzzled in against him. Bear threw his arm over the smaller man's shoulders.

"What?" Tony's hand rested on the bear man's thick thigh.

Matt struggled for words. Steve rolled his eyes. "That answers that question. Oh, he's been confused. He thinks he interrupted you one day in the storage room and was wondering if you were well, gay."

Tony chuckled. "Well you did interrupt us and here let me demonstrate." He turned and planted a big wet kiss on Bear. I'm the one who has to be careful. My father is a minister and one giant ass homophobe."

Matt sighed. "Big on the gay hate eh?"

Tony shook his head. "Oh yeah. And he has a big out of shape fat ass." Tony and Bear laughed loud and long. Matt blinked. "Well he does. I think he's just jealous and a big closet case, but screw him. We're just glad we can be here as a couple and not have to sneak around."

Steve smiled. "Well you can feel at home here." He pulled menus from a side table. "Let's order pizza." The four men had gotten comfortable and were getting better acquainted when the pizza delivery guy arrived. Matt carried the big bowl of salad down to the family room, with Steve behind bringing the pizzas, and Bear grabbing another round of beers. Tony had tossed a couple more logs on the fire and was closing the screens. As he bent over, his black jeans hugged a small but round butt and well-defined thighs.

Matt tilted his head and stared. "Those are the best fitting jeans I've ever seen you wear. Not that I'm staring at your butt."

Tony looked down at his legs. "Yeah I have a hard time finding clothes. My waist is so small and out of proportion with my thighs. Too many squats. Bear's sorta the opposite. Lots of squats, lotsa muscle."

Matt snorted beer through his nose. "Squats?"

Bear chuckled. "Yeah, you two didn't think you were the only ones who lifted, did ya?. We've seen your friends. I will never be petite like my buddy here. I keep telling him he needs to get better fitting duds. I like seeing the nips."

"You like biting my nips. It's a problem when I wear t-shirts. Besides they're pierced and I can't let my whacked out father see, because... he'd go nuts."

Steve chomped on a mouthful of salad. "And here we were, hoping to make you comfortable enough to maybe come out and feel relaxed with us."

Bear helped himself to a slice of pizza. "Must maintain my figure. Guys, we really appreciate being here. We don't do the bars cause his dad has cronies who watches them."

Steve's mouth dropped open. "You're kidding?"

"Nah, especially since they arrested that older man and the guys from that one church. He's on a mission to save people for all the wrong reasons. He's really going over the deep edge."

"Well, let's forget him. How long you been together?"

"Only about three months. We were playing eye games at work and ran into each other renting gay porn one night. Went and had coffee and wellllllll. Oddly, we were both what the other was looking for and we try to spend as much time together as we can. We just haven't figured out how to do it around his family. And we don't live together so that's a problem."

Tony mumbled with a mouth full of pizza. "Yeah, my father isn't sure about me but he has his suspicions. Has since I was in high school and doing track. I wanted to gain weight to be a football player. He caught me looking at muscle mags."

Matt took a long drink from his beer. "Were you jacking off?"

"No, but I did have a hardon and he had to have seen it. And it happened more than once. Of course. Then I got all the speeches about the evils of sports and men together. Things bad happen in the showers. What a maroon." He waved his hand and a big gob of cheese slid off his pizza slice and stuck to his sweater. "Damn. See, what'd I tell ya, I do it all the time."

Bear stifled a laugh. "You do have food issues."

Steve got up to get a wet rag. "There's a bathroom over there, maybe you could get it out before it sets." Tony walked to the restroom as the other's continued talking. He walked back into the room having removed his sweater to revel a tight white T and a lean, toned musculature. Steve and Matt stared. Bear chuckled.

"Yep, Tony's like a relief map in muscle for such a skinny guy. I just love wrapping my big arms around him and well, you know. The pecs are really big for a man his size and he has great biceps. They really pop." Tony flexed and Bear slurped his biceps.

Matt washed down a big bite of pizza with beer. "Damn Tony. I'd never guess from the oversized clothes you wear at work that you have that much muscle. We gotta get you a better fitting jacket in the butcher shop. Maybe one with shorts sleeves so you can show off those arms when you wait on customers at the meat counter."

Bear nudged him. "I'd enjoy seeing that."

Tony pushed him away. "Such a pig, gotta a stiff one now I bet."

Bear smiled at Steve and Matt. "What can I say? He does it for me."

The four men chatted about current events in the local gay community, the recent trip to the Arnold, and Sam and Joe's new cabin.

Tony sighed. "I miss Joe. He was a lot of fun. Now when I see him with Sam, is it? Damn they're hot together. Damn, they make a good looking couple."

Steve got up to take Sam the shepherd out after reappearing from his nap. "We'll work on making sure you get in the loop. Maybe join us for a workout."

Bear shook his head quickly. "Oh yeah, that'd be great. I work out way out in Murrysville, place is way straight, so being around all you guys would give me incentive. Maybe lose some weight."

Tony shot him a look. "Let's not go overboard, I like my Bear."

"How `bout a beefier Bear?" He pinched a hard nip through Tony's shirt. Tony moaned.

"I work out in Shadyside but could easily hang out this way."

"Well," Steve looked at Matt. "How about tomorrow night? We're all hitting the gym right after work and doing dinner right after that." Tony and Bear eagerly agreed.

About 10, Tony and Bear said they needed to leave and get back to their apartments. Steve offered them the guest room for the night and they snapped up the opportunity. A few minutes later, the two men were stripped and going at each other hot and heavy.

Ken looked out from his kitchen window as he put away dishes. He called Bill over to the window as he turned out the light. "I don't know who they are but man, they're eager."

Bill hugged Ken from behind and let his stiffening dick slid between the slick ass cheeks again. "Wow, the little guy is really thin but has a lot of muscle and would you look at the dick swinging between those legs!" Ken turned around and looked down. Bill pushed him back around. "That dick over there."

"This one's closer. Feeling inspired? Again?" Bill pushed him forward and slipped his hard cock back into the cum-drenched hole. Ken groaned in pleasure as a dim light came on in the other bedroom and a naked Matt and Steve sprawled on the bed. "Oh this is way better than buying porn."

The next night, Friday, Steve and Matt introduced Tony and Bear to their friends at the gym. Joe was elated to find out Tony was gay and glad to welcome him to their family. The gang invaded a local sports bar after wards and took up two huge tables pushed together in the back. One of the staff was a young college type with lots of muscle, an easy smile and one extremely handsome face. The men would make him stretch across the table to deliver items to show off the buff arms to their full advantage and then lick their lips when he walked away.

The young man finished with the main courses and stood behind Sam to ask if anyone needed anything else. Everyone was quiet. He smiled and laughed. "Okay guys it's confessions time. Do you come here for the food or me? I've heard a couple of comments and am very flattered but sorry to disappoint you, I am straight. However, I don't have a problem with you treating me like a sex object if I get a better tip." The group got quieter. "I'M KIDDING."

Sam turned to face him. "No one meant any harm. We do have an appreciation for a good looking man with a lot of muscle and we only mean it as a compliment."

"Oh I know that. I have a couple of gay buddies at school and love hanging with them. I have no problem being in the shower with them at the gym and am more than honored to call them friends. I'm confident with my sexuality and am more than happy to have you all as customers."

Steve winked at Sam. "So will you be bringing the next round of drinks shirtless?"

The young man laughed and turned to head toward the bar. "Uh no. There are health codes you know. Can't take a chance all of my chest hair would end up in your food." The group groaned as he took a couple steps away. He glanced back and laughed. "And my chest hair forms a nice treasure trail down my hot cut abs to my, well, you know." More groans as he hurried away.

When he came back with drinks, Steve apologized again and he waved it off as fun and camaraderie. "So, from having gay friends you know our weaknesses. Telling us that beefy chest is furry was enough to send a couple of people into shock. Or were you just teasing."

He served everyone's drinks and smiled. "No. Would I tease?" He rolled his eyes and laughed. With that, he pulled his snug shirt from his shorts and displayed the nicely trimmed trail down the center of his chiseled abs. The men hooted and hollered. "If only my girlfriend appreciated it more." He gave back one-liners as quickly as he got them the rest of the evening and by the time they departed he had earned a huge tip. He tried to hand some of it back to the group but Sam said no. They thanked him for his openness and honesty and promised to call ahead the next time to get the back room and private service.

"Maybe I will take my shirt off then." He shot them a huge smile as they waved goodnight. *****

The gang had made plans for various fun activities over the weekend but was going to have to do it without Sam and Joe. They were heading to Chicago Saturday morning to hook up with Bruce and Steve for some shopping, and fun. They had to be there bright and early Monday morning for Joe's case. Joe made it through the weekend but was obviously nervous when he walked into the courtroom for the hearing on Monday. He sat quietly and without reaction as segments of the videotape was shown. He calmly took his seat for questioning and gave his responses in a straightforward almost unemotional manner. Despite the intent to portray him as a gay man into sadomasochistic behavior he never flinched and held to his side of the story.

The judge thanked him at the end of the hearing and dismissed him, not having to appear again. The two men who drugged him and submitting him to rape, abuse and beatings had pleaded guilty and his testimony and signed affidavits would more than likely be enough to make it through any remaining court procedures. He let out a long sigh and collapsed into the arms of his friends outside the courtroom. Jim and Al had been in the back of the courtroom and rushed over to hug Joe and congratulate him. Two beefy uniform cops hugging and carrying on with four equally beefy men, got lots of attention from the courthouse crowd. The friends invited Jim and Al to a long quiet dinner at one of Bruce's favourite Windy City restaurants. Sam and Joe walked quietly back to their hotel room and relaxed inside the door in each other's arms.

Joe squeezed Sam's broad chest. "Thank you for standing by me. I love you."

"And I love you. Never ever have any doubt about my feelings for you. I will be there if you need me again for any of this. We should get to bed."

"I need a shower. Feel like I need to get the day's dirt off my body."

"Okay, don't take too long."

A few minutes later, Joe walked back into the bedroom dressed in a chain collar, cock and balls pushed forward by a wide cockring, wide leather armbands and a big grin. "Okay Daddy, your son needs you to claim his ass as his."

Sam smiled and patted the bed next to him. Bruce had to call wand wake them up about breakfast the next morning. Their friends were all waiting to hear the details at the gym when they got back to Pittsburgh. Joe told them as much as he could in the crowded gym between sets but thanked all of them repeatedly for standing by him. The group was overly animated during the rest of their workout, causing some concern among other gym members. One of the desk attendants finally had to ask what all the excitement and hooting was about. Joe carefully, without going into too many details, told him about the Chicago trip. The man was obviously excited and almost hugged Joe then backed off. He embarrassingly explained, straight men don't hug. But then walked Joe back to the bench area where he had been working with his arm around him. Joe couldn't thank him enough for caring.

Later, Sam excitedly told his buds the next phase of their excitement was about to begin the coming weekend. He was heading out on Friday to close on his cabin and campground and to meet a contractor the realtor had lined up for him. Joe would be driving out Saturday with Steve and Matt and others were welcome to come along and help them plan the new playground, as Buzz was calling it. Steve offered to have Ken go out on Friday with Sam to work with the contractor. Bill was about to protest when John offered to let him ride with him and Buzz on Saturday. Bill figured he could handle one Friday night away from Ken. Sam explained the place had no working kitchen and was limited in bath facilities. There was sleeping space but he had planned to replace all bedding and advised them to bring sleeping bags. It wasn't the Ritz but they could survive a couple of nights.

Bright and early Friday morning, Ken pulled into their driveway with a backpack, sleeping bag and small camping cook stove with utensils. Sam just smiled and shook his head.

"Uh, I would gladly spring for dinner at a restaurant. And we can do a motel."

"One bed? Bill told me I could share the sleeping bag with you as long as you didn't fuck me more then five or six times.

"What? Huh?"

"OK, I'll settle for three times. Save some for Joe." Joe sleepily wandered into the kitchen naked with his slightly stiff dick bouncing in front of him. He realized Ken was standing there and suddenly got embarrassed. "Uh, not like I haven't seen you naked in the showers at the gym or anything."

"Well, it's not like I don't want you to think I don't have some dignity." Sam almost spilled coffee as Joe blurted out his modesty statement.

"Okay my little Puritan. We'll see you tomorrow. I emailed everyone who said they might drive up with the directions. Love ya." He kissed Joe and played with the hard round bubble butt that made the cock instantly spring to a full alert mode.

Joe looked down at his stiff dick. "It's just you and me tonight buddy."

"Oh good grief. I'll call you later."

Ken giggled in the car for nearly five minutes. "You two are really pretty playful with each other. It's cute. And hot."

Sam grinned. "Yeah, when I came back here to start my life again, I never would have thought I'd find someone so perfect for me as Joe. So how are you and Bill?"

Ken thought for a moment. "We're good. We both have some baggage to work through from being in Iraq but we try not to let it get in the way of our getting to really know each other. In some ways, it helps. I still wake up from nightmares from watching my lover being killed. Bill is so good with that. I have to hope this will pass so we can continue to start our lives over again. Together."

"I think you've both come a long way. Just pace things to keep things comfortable."

"We're trying. I really want him to move in with Doober and me. Steve thinks it's a good idea when the time comes, but something has us both a bit scared with this commitment thing."

"I don't think that's all that uncommon with guys coming back from a war zone. So just enjoy each other until the time is right."

"Yeah, my butt will feel lonely tonight, unlessssssssssss."

"What? Don't get silly. Five or six times indeed."

"Told ya, I'd settle for three." Sam reached over and slapped Ken's thigh. The two men kidded and laughed all the way to the realtor's office. It was the first time they had a chance to be alone since the night Ken had come out and cried in Sam's arms. The bond between the two friends grew stronger with each mile. They also spent time with Ken making a list of all the things he wanted the contractor to check and give bid on repairing or fixing. By the time they reached the realtor's they had a fairly lengthy list.

Mark, the realtor, welcomed them and offered them coffee. He also explained that the contractor had checked in and was down the street at a gym. He asked that someone come get him. The realtor had given him a key so he could get started on an estimate and safety list while Sam and the realtors closed the paperwork. The sellers weren't due for another 45 minutes delayed by traffic. Ken offered to meet the contactor and go with him to the campsite to start the process.

The realtor pointed out the gym and described the guy as Tank, short for his last name Tankersley. But it was also his description. Tank was 6'5" and one big solid mass of muscle, shaved head and gray goatee. As Ken turned to leave, the realtor cautioned him that his bark was worse than his bite but he did like to bite. Especially blonds. Ken looked at Sam and shrugged.

A young college age attendant was working the front desk when Ken stuck his head in the door. "Can I help you?" He hardly looked up from numerous reps with dumbbells to pump his oversized biceps.

"Uh, the realtor down the street sent me here to find Tank. He's supposed to do a bid on work for a buddy of mine."

"Oh yeah. He said someone might come looking for him. He headed for the shower. Locker room's back there in the corner." Ken walked toward the door and chuckled to himself. The guy had a great upper body but no legs. Too bad. Ken stuck his head in the door and looked down several rows of lockers. He walked the connecting end and glanced down each one at the area where the showers seemed to be.

"Is there a Tank in here?" A big booming voice came from the showers so Ken headed for the back wall then stopped short. All alone in the showers stood one hulk of a man, big thick, beefy and hot. An eagle tattoo covered the left shoulder and a bodybuilder flexed on the right. The butt was big round and hard. This man was obviously someone who worked his whole body, every muscled inch.

"I'm Tank." The big man turned and Ken's cock began to stir. The man's proportions carried over to everything, including the big soft cock swinging over lemon sized nuts. "You Sam?"

"No, Sam's with the realtors. They're waiting for the sellers who can't be here for another 45 minutes or so. I'm Ken a buddy of his. I'm a carpenter so I'll be helping with some of the work."

The big frame sauntered over and shook Ken's hand. Actually, he shook all of Ken's body as he eyed him from head to foot. "Great. Glad to have the help. Can always use more muscle and you look like you bring some. Let me dry off and get dressed and we can head out. OK?"

"Sure. I have a list of things Sam and I made on the way here and I am sure you will see more."

"Oh there's plenty to see and be done there." Ken thought the same was true about the man. He followed the beefy butt down the aisle and adjusted his now nearly fully erect cock. Tank unlocked his stuff and turned around to finish toweling off. His dick was now half hard and bouncing side to side with each move. "Ya keep that up, and my friend here will need some attention." He squeezed his dick.

"Huh?" Ken's face went crimson as he draped his jacket in front of him.

Tank laughed. "Don't be shy. Tank's the same way." A big laugh echoed around the locker room. "Why you think I got the referral? Mark, the realtor is an old friend, shares our beliefs. And this tool here, gets happy when he sees something he likes. Don't mean to be crude, it just happens. In the strangest places sometimes." Ken dropped his jacket and relaxed. Tank looked at the lean mass of muscle and smiled. "Just take me a few minutes to get dressed." He pulled on a long-sleeved thermal shirt that strained to contain the flesh, snug jeans that highlighted every inch of leg muscle and workboots that made Ken suck in a quick breath. Tank chuckled. "Like boots do ya?" Ken felt his balls churning in desire. "Truck's out back."

As they walked past the still pumping attendant, Tank waved goodbye. Outside, he pointed toward a massive Ford 350 and tilted his head back toward the attendant. "Nice kid, but stemware. And not sure what side his bread is buttered on but friendly enough."

Ken relaxed and laughed. "I was thinking the same thing. Martini. Could be really hot with some leg work." They climbed into the truck and Tank lurched out into traffic.

"So, Kenny, you're a carpenter and going to help me and my crew? Good to have ya. The place is nice but needs a lot of basic stuff to be safe and secure. It ain't a campground like some remote cabins. This is a two-story wood and block building with what used to be a full kitchen, small bath, big room with a fireplace, couple of smaller bedrooms and a big dorm area. Oh and a big game room and basement."

"Sam showed me the pictures and figured to gut and replace the kitchen and bath. Didn't look like Sam or John would fit, I sure don't think you'd fit."

"Ha, ya got that right. I walked in with Mark and couldn't stand straight except in the doorway. That can all be fixed. Hey let me call my guys and have them help us." He pulled out a cell, punched some numbers and spoke to one of his staff. "They'll meet us there.

"How many can this place hold?"

"Well, you could easily sleep twelve inside, plenty of room for bunks. But, ya need some plumbing to make the bath facilities better. There's another shower in the basement that's a goner."

"Well, Sam has a bunch of us willing to help and make the place complete."

"Well, then what's a man like me to do? I can't just sit around and look pretty." Tank slapped him on the thigh as they pulled off the main road and onto a narrow gravel drive. "Oh and he best get some gravel in here otherwise, ya all are going to sink in the mud on a rainy day." Ken slid out of the truck and stretched his sore leg. Tank came around and watched. "Over there is the remains of an outdoor kitchen, could be nicely restored. There was a picnic pavilion but that's gone. Lots of brush needs to be cleared otherwise you won't get more than two cars back here."

Ken wandered around the property looking down over the bank to the creek below, and at all the work that needed to be done on the outside of the building, the `gardening challenge', as Tank put it that needed to be tamed. There was a lot of potential here but it really took someone like Sam to see it.

"Come on inside and check `er out. Watch the steps though. Probably should be one of the first things to be replaced, real safety and code issue there." Ken wandered through the first floor of what had to have been one really cool cabin/camp site in its day. The fireplace was still pretty impressive and the big wooded beams, while in need of cleaning, were beautifully hand carved. The kitchen was in need of a gut job as was the small bathroom upstairs. Tank demonstrated his inability to even get into the shower. The bedrooms and semi-dorm area could be quickly cleaned, some new drywall hung, paint and ready to use in no time. The basement was a total rebuild. There was plenty of room for another big bath, possibly a sauna, storage and Tank hinted at a playroom. His eyes sparkled as he tested Ken's reactions.

The rumble of a truck outside and two voices pulled them back upstairs. Tank greeted two of his men and studied Ken. The warm March day brought out two mid-40's beefy men in t-shirts and beat up tight jeans.

"These two are my two main men. Andy here, Handy Andy, specs out my electrical work, heating, plumbing and the like. And Header here is my roofer, wall and window man."

"Header?"

"Yeah, he's had a few falls but always manages to land safely on his head so he don't get hurt." Andy laughed at the explanation.

Header shook Ken's hand. "Aw, these two are full a shit. Goofballs. Why I ain't never had no brain DAMAGEDAMAGEDAMAGE." He fell out laughing at his own joke as Ken tried not to laugh too hard with them.

Tank punched Header in the shoulder. "These two are actually brothers but don't believe there's any problem with incest. Thank heaven neither one can conceive. Hey guys, here's a list of things I want you to spec out for me, lots to do here but we gotta start with the code and safety stuff."

Andy took the list and handed part to Header. "Aw safety schmafety, ya take all the fun out of it Tank." They wandered off to do their jobs as Ken walked back over to the fireplace to check the chimney. Tank watched him on his knees looking up the inside. He licked his lips at the firm round butt.

"The fireplace and chimney are in good shape. My bet is that was one of the few things the old owners kept in good working order."

"It's beautiful and could be really great if it is restored, the mantle, the beams, what character."

"You do that kind of work?"

"Not often but I'd sure like to try, but the kitchen and bath probably need to come first."

"Come over to the counter." Tank laid out his notebook. "Let's do a quick priority list and wish list, then my guys and me can spec out prices and figure in where you can help."

"And my boss is gonna help, he's also a carpenter, and some other guys are going to chip in."

"Whoa, I gotta make a living. Ya know what it takes to keep up this body? I ain't getting any younger." Ken studied the smiling happy face and gray goatee. "In case you're wondering, I'm 58. Vietnam Vet, got the scars to prove it."

"I never would have guessed 58, you're in way better shape than a lot of guys I know or see."

"Well, my late partner and I were big on doing the gym, then going home and fucking."

"Late?"

"Yeah, died of cancer about two years ago, we were together 34 years."

"Wow, sorry to hear that. What was his name?"

"Sam." Ken looked up. "And my name, real name, is Joe. Guess ya figured Tank is short for my last name from the writing on the truck." Tank nudged him and laughed.

"The guy who is buying this place is named Sam. And his partner is Joe."

Tank's face softened. "Well, then, I guess I'm the right man for the job." Ken nodded in agreement. "Sam wasn't my first lover, that would have been Ted. I watched him get shot up in Nam. Took me a long time to get my head together. Thank god Sam came along and pulled me up with him." Ken quietly blinked. "How long ya been back son? From Iraq I guess?"

"Only a few months." Ken went to say more but the words stuck. Tank looked at the troubled blue eyes and rubbed the thick forearm.

"Ya have a slight limp so I'm guessing you have a leg injury that bothers you from time to time. And I'm guessing you lost someone like I did." Ken struggled again and felt hot tears roll down his face. Tank pulled him into his arms as he sobbed with grief.

"I thought I was past the tears for the most part but every now and then...."

"That's right. Every now and then. Let it go." Ken felt a warmth and sense of belonging in Tank's arms. The big man rubbed his back as Ken sobbed. It wasn't until Ken felt his body being drained of grief that he looked up. Tank simply smiled and kissed his forehead. "Count me in as one of your buddies, you ever need anything, just let me know." Ken sighed and leaned against the big man. "You have someone at home, what's his name?"

"Bill. He's a good man, also was in Iraq and wounded. He'd like you." Tank squinted. "Well, he'd like you as a person and I know he'd find you hot. Um, okay, I need to let go otherwise my dick is going to go stiff again."

"You don't have to be shy about that. And I meant what I said, you need someone to talk to, just call me." He handed him one of his cards. "And the feeling is mutual." He placed Ken's hand on the long hard cock snaking down his pants leg. "But to shock you, well, maybe, I prefer to bottom." Ken laughed.

"Funny, so do I but Bill and I are working on that. I don't mean to brag but the man has the biggest dick I have ever seen and every now and then likes to get fucked."

Tank hugged him again and groped Ken's basket. "It's like I said, every now and then." The two men were seconds away from getting naked when they heard the sound of tires on the gravel outside. Sam got out of the big Ford and surveyed his new acquisition. Tank whistled low as he and Ken adjusted their baskets. "That is one hot man."

Ken walked toward the door. "All man and all heart. You won't find them any nicer."

"Well then, I'm looking forward to working with all of you guys." They walked outside to meet Sam and heard Header and Andy inside whooping. "Um, my guess is they just got sight of Sam. Them boys knows what they like. Sam is 100% their type."

Ken walked toward Sam and went to introduce Tank. Sam shook the big man's hand and stared for a few seconds. "Have we met before?"

Tank shook his head. "I don't think so, I think I'd remember a man like you. So, you're the proud owner of this project in the making."

Sam beamed. "You bet. I think this place could be really great and be a super retreat for my friends and family. I know it needs a bit of work but I'm willing to do it."

"A bit of work is an understatement Sam, my man. Let me show you around and point out some of the things that need to be addressed. Ken would you mind taking notes?" Tank walked Sam around his new property and showed him all the necessary repairs for code and safety compliance. He made suggestions on other things that could be done to enhance the overall value and use of the cabin and grounds. Ken knew exactly what he was doing and kept three itemized lists, one for code repairs, one for restoration and one as a wish list. Sam was eager to have them get started on bringing things up to code. He explained his plans for the night and that other friends would be arriving the next day.

Tank scratched his head. "I know you men had your hearts set on sleeping here but I'm not so sure that's a good idea. It's going to get a bit chilly tonight, the heat doesn't work, the water doesn't work and it would be truly a lot like rough camping."

Sam shrugged. "We brought gear."

Tank laughed. "That doesn't surprise me in the least. However, let me make you an offer. You guys come over and stay at my place, we have tons of room, and me and the guys will grill up a good dinner. It'll also give us a chance to sort out a time line and discuss costs since my office is right there.

Ken was nudging Sam to agree and was about to make another plea when his cell phone rang. "It's Bill. I gotta take this. Please Sam."

Sam and Tank walked back into the main room and found Header and Andy making notes. Both men quickly stood up and introduced themselves, shook hands and returned to their work. Tank chuckled. "Let me give you directions, I won't take no as an answer. The boys here are all excited about your staying with us. Right guys?" Both men looked up with big smiles and agreed and then back to their work. Sam looked at them, then at Tank.

"Okay, if you say so. Ken and I are going to go through the cabin and over the grounds again and put names of our friends to some of the jobs that need to be done. A bunch of them, as I am sure Ken told you, want to help. There's more than enough work here to go around. I appreciate your offer. Give us an hour or so and we'll be over. Doesn't look hard to find from these directions."

Tank beamed. "Great Sam. Why don't we say, drinks at 5, and I'll start grilling about that time. The boys here will pull some other things together. We'll go back and work on bids seeing as your anxious to get started. Come on guys. Let's give Sam and Ken some time to do what they need. They'll be over and we can all chat later." Sam watches the three men head to their trucks. Tank towered over Header and Andy by a good six inches but all three sported firm round muscular bubble butts in their tight jeans.

Ken walked back in and looked at Sam's lists. "How's Bill?"

"Good, horny now that I told him about Tank and his crew. He said he, Joe, Steve and Matt would be leaving around nine tomorrow morning and should be here in time for lunch. I can hardly wait."

Sam glanced down. "Hard being the operative word there."

Ken blushed. "I can't help it. Tank exudes testosterone, then you put him next to you and throw in Header and Andy and I'm like about to burst." Sam laughed and rolled his eyes. They spent a little over an hour itemizing lists on which projects their friends could do or with which they could help. Sam called Tank on his cell to ask if there was anything they could pick up on the way but Tank absolutely refused to let them do anything. They were guests. It took them about 20 minutes to find their way to Tank's. They sat at the end of the wooded drive and stared at the huge rambling house.

Ken whistled. "Hoowee. That's one motherfucking big house."

Sam slowly nodded. "Well, Tank did say they had plenty of room. He wasn't kidding."

Tank threw open the door as they parked the truck and came over to meet them. He had changed into a Tankersley Construction T-shirt with the lettering distorted over the mountainous pecs. "Welcome, bring your bags in and relax. Make yourself at home. Sam walked toward the door with Ken following and Tank escorting Ken with a hand on his ass. "Just leave your bags in the hallway and Header or Andy will take them to your rooms. They're at their place working on a salad and dessert. Be over in a bit."

"How far away do they live?"

"Um, about a 100 feet. There's a cabin on the edge of my property where they live. You can see it from the back windows."

Sam laid his jacket on his bag and looked around the huge rustic house. "Tank this is awesome, like a lodge."

"Well, thank you. Sam, my late partner, and I got a little carried away, you might say. This side of the place is the office and business end. Ya saw the truck parked outside. We have two more trucks in a garage out back. We have six bedrooms, plus a master suite, five bathrooms, a den and well, you get the idea. We used to love to entertain all our buddies. With all the sleeper sofas we can sleep 22 people here comfortably."

"Wow. But you're here right now by yourself?"

Tank's face saddened. "Yeah, we had some buds who passed away finally from AIDS, and well, we're all getting older, but let's not ponder sadness. I have pitchers of margaritas chilling, meat marinating and some snacks prepped in the kitchen area. Come on in." Sam and Ken follow the big man into one huge ass kitchen that looked out over a well-maintained lawn, garden, swimming pool and hot tub. "It's still a bit too early for the pool but we have the tub heating so we can relax later."

Ken took the offered margarita. "I didn't bring a suit."

Tank laughed and slipped his arm over Ken's broad shoulders. "As if you'd need that here." He poured Sam a drink and herded them to chairs in the family room. "I have some of the basic code work bid ready. We can go over that much whilst we have a drink or three. Tank opened a very professionally prepared bid on the coffee table and went over the itemized list with Sam, then flipped to the roof, window, heating, plumbing and electrical work Andy and Header had prepared. Everything was broken down by cost so Sam could pay either by the full project or separately for each job that had to be completed.

Sam sat back in his chair. "Tank. I gotta say I am impressed. This is really well done. And so quickly."

"Well, we been in business a long time and know how important time is. Right now, we're lining up work for the brunt of the season ahead so if you want to get started, we need to come to agreement and plan quickly. I keep my men busy all year round but March to November is our peak time. Time is money as they say."

"But the prices you quoted are more than reasonable so I'd say let's get moving."

Tank smiled and ran his hand over his massive chest. "Works for me. I can have the items on your wish list priced out tomorrow to discuss. My guy for..." The doorbell rang and Tank put down his drink. "Ah, that would be Cesar, my landscape guy. I asked him to dinner so he can go over the wish list landscape stuff and price it out with me tomorrow." Tank went to the front door and returned with a muscular, late 40's salt and peppered hair, Hispanic man with a big smile.

"Hi, I'm Cesar. I'm Tank's grounds person." Sam and Ken introduced themselves as Tank got Cesar a beer.

"Imagine. A Hispanic man who doesn't drink tequila."

Cesar laughed. "You give me tequila and I'll fuck anything in sight." Ken tried to hand him a margarita.

Tank slapped his ass. "Careful what you start there buddy boy."

The four men sat down to chat as Header and Andy walked in with a large salad bowl. Both men had changed into clean jeans and sweatshirts. The six men talked a few minutes with Sam being the total focus for Header and Andy. Ken got up to help Tank with grilling.

Ken took two of the huge trays of ribs and chicken and followed Tank to the backyard. "Tank, this is enough meat to feed a dozen men."

"Well, your all buddies are coming in tomorrow so I figured I'd have plenty for lunch. Gotta plan ahead. How's your man back home?"

"Bill? Oh he's great, a little leg pain but he gets by." Ken looked around the yard and back at Tank.

"You asked him his permission didn't you?" Tank teased Ken.

"Yes sir I did and he's fine with my, uh, well, if you wouldn't mind me, you and me, well."

"I'd be happy to share my bed with you. My tongue's all ready and so's my other buddy." Tank took Ken's hand and placed it on his hard cock. "I'm not usually this pushy but you are about the best looking man, next to Sammy there, that I've seen in a long time."

"You haven't been with anybody since, you know?"

"Nope, well, Header and Andy have helped in a pinch when I get really crabby and need to work off some energy. But no one to really make good man to man love."

"I'm honoured." Tank slipped his arm around Ken and planted a long kiss on the shorter man. Tank kissed his forehead and thanked him.

"Go tell Header and Andy to check on the other stuff. This'll take about an hour for me to get done. Scoot, and get me another drink." He watched the beefy blond man head back inside. His dick stirred in his tight jeans. "Oh baby, don't shoot yet."

The six men bonded more over dinner as Sam and Ken settled in as their guests. Header and Andy started to clean up the mess with Ken's help. Cesar excused himself. He had to meet his family the next day and wanted to make sure his apartment was clean and tidy for his mother's approval.

Sam sat next to Tank and watched the three men working in the kitchen. "Header and Andy are quite attentive. Are they always this way? I mean they loosened up over dinner but everything with me was yes, sir, no sir, may I get you more sir."

Tank laughed. Well, Sam, you see my Sam was my Master and also master to those two men. They've been without anyone to serve since he passed away. Oh, I do my best, but I don't have quite the same, um, approach he had. It's not that they need someone around all the time to fuck them senseless. They pretty much fuck each other's brains out. But they do occasionally need to show a man they enjoys serving him."

Sam smiled and nodded. "Well, I fully appreciate the attention. And, truth be told, they aren't hard on the eyes."

Tank took another sip of his water. "Nope, fine looking men. Any man would be happy to have them serve him. Which is what they want me to ask you? Would you please let them serve you tonight? They'll give you a bath you won't soon forget. And if you want sex, well, they never cease to amaze me. Every once in awhile they get Cesar to agree. Poor man can't get his dick to relax for a week."

"Uh, gee. I don't know."

"They know you have a partner and it has nothing to do with trying to interfere with you and him. They just love to show a man how he should be treated. Would it be a problem with you and Joe?"

Sam thought about it for a minute. "No, actually it wouldn't. He fully complies with the master/slave or daddy/son relationship and knows that a Master will often expect his slave to serve another. However, that may be. I'd be honoured to share time with them."

Tank smiled slowly. "Thanks Sam. You don't know how difficult it was to get that bid done with every other sentence being how hot they think you are. And do I think you'd let them serve you. I thought they was going to cream their jeans all afternoon. Let me tell them. Hey guys, time to get the tub ready." They watched as Header and Andy turned and headed outside to check the tub like two excited kids. "It's sorta our code."

"Well, let me throw my stuff with my bag and...."

Tank blushed and smiled sheepishly. "They've already taken your bag to their place. Ken's agreed to spend the night with me with Bill's blessing. We aim to please here at Tank's place." Sam laughed as the big man pushed away from the table and ambled out to the hot tub. Andy had grabbed a bunch of towels from the linen closet as Header adjusted the outside lighting. He stripped off his clothes and turned to help Sam. Both men carefully undressed Sam, caressing his body with kisses and kneading the hard muscles.

Tank had stripped off his T and kicked off his boots. Ken undid the big man's belt buckle and began to unzip the snug jeans. He smiled as they fell away to expose the older man's hard body and long hard dick. Tank pulled the smaller man to him and laid on another long kiss. He lovingly undressed Ken and helped him into the tub. Sam and Header got comfortable as Andy undressed. Sam's face saddened for a moment when Andy's jeans dropped to reveal a prosthetic leg from the right knee down.

"Doesn't work well in the tub. Besides it floats and rusts. Can be a real mood breaker when your fake leg goes floating away." Sam quietly chuckled to himself then looked at Ken's face. He was fighting back tears as Tank consoled him. "I lost my leg in the first Iraq war. Never turned up in the lost and found." Andy expertly lowered himself into the tub next to Sam. Sam threw his arms up over each of the tight-bodied, athletic men and lay back to relax. The men chatted amicably while under the bubbles, Andy and Header explored Sam's muscular treasures. Tank and Ken soon excused themselves to go to Tank's bedroom.

Header and Andy each sucked one of Sam's erect nipples until he groaned with pleasure. "Sir, we'd really like to give you a bath. After that, well, if you want to fuck us, we wouldn't argue." Sam agreed and stood up to step from the tub. Header hopped out to grab a towel and drape it over Sam's shoulders. Sam turned to Andy.

"It's okay sir. I do this all the time. I can do just about anything with one leg."

Sam stopped him. "No Andy, I want to return your hospitality." He reached over, cradled the man in his arms, lifted him out of the hot tub, and carried him to the brothers' cabin. "It's the least I can do for a man who sacrificed for his country. And who, with his brother made one helluvanapple pie. Come on men, show me your cabin." Sam carried Andy into the warm cozy cabin and followed Header to a surprisingly large master suite and elaborate bathroom with large tub. Andy started hot water flowing as they all three stepped over the side. Sam relaxed as the two men lathered and caressed every inch of his body. Their bodies slid over and against each other in the soapy water adding to the sensual nature of the bath. Sam had never given himself over to such complete soapy sexuality. Not even with Joe. Their hands kneaded and soothed his flesh. His cock was softly stroked to pulsing hardness and an errant finger or two found its way into his hot hole. His body quivered as they played him like a fine-tuned musical instrument. He realized several minutes later that soft classical music came from a surround system and candles were now burning.

The eventually lowered themselves into the hot slippery, sudsy water. Sam gave his body over to the two sets of mouths and hands. His nipples screamed from their touch. His balls swelled with a hot load looking for release. His cock throbbed harder with each firm massage of his body. Hungry mouths opened for searching tongues. At one point, he found himself straddling Header as Andy ate his ass and Header sucked his aching nipples. The man was definitely a hot kisser. Sam never noticed Andy get out of the tub and go to the shower to clean himself for the much anticipated cock up his ass.

Andy returned to suck Sam's butt hole as Header slid away to clean his hungry hole. He returned and helped Andy towel Sam's masterful frame.

Andy led him to the bed and lay back. "Please sir, this slave would be most humbled to have you fuck me senseless. Please sir." Sam felt lube being spread over his red dick by Header.

"Please Sam, we need to feel a man own us again." Header straddled his brother's head and pulled back his leg and knee. Sam looked at the two eager but humble handsome brothers and moved forward. Andy never flinched as the hot thick cock pushed into him. He moaned and bucked his ass up to meet Sam as Header fed him his dick. Sam watched as one brother sucked the other and slowly increased his cock speed to match their urgency. At one point Header's more than ample cock popped free and Sam dropped his head to get the man's cock down his throat. Watching Header's dick disappear into Sam's mouth and feeling Sam's still growing cock fill his hole caused Andy to buck even more.

Header's back straightened. "Please Sir, if you continue, you will make me shoot. I need to hold it until you tell me." Andy could only manage a mumbled uh-huh from being skewered on Sam's pole.

"Time to switch places." The two brothers swapped locations faster than any two men Sam had seen. Header's ass swallowed Sam's prick like it was a toothpick. Andy straddled his brother's head this time. Sam's eyes grew when he saw the size of Andy's dick before it disappeared. "Good grief."

Andy blushed. "We think I have horse blood."

"No shit." Sam plowed Header until the man was writhing for release under him. He pulled out and sat back. His cock flopped from side to side in front of him shiny with the ass juices from the brothers. "Andy, I want to watch you fuck your brother." Header was groaning with pleasure before the monster cock even got the whole way into him. Andy began to slam his brother. Both men were lost in the ecstasy of their sexual pleasure.

"Please, sir, you can fuck Header's mouth while I fuck him."

Sam smiled. "Nope." He snuggled against Andy and slid his dick back into the snug warm butt. The three men fucked into a sweaty frenzy until Sam gave the word. He filled Andy's ass to overflowing with his load as Andy did the same for Header. Header's cock throbbed and shot ribbons over the man's chest and onto his face. Andy eagerly licked it cleaned. They collapsed into a panting tangle of arms and legs. Each man thanked Sam over and over.

Sam kissed each of them. "You guys could wear out a man. Wow." They drifted off to sleep. The phone woke them up the next morning.

Tank's voice boomed from the handset. "Up and at `em lazy heads, breakfast will be ready in 30 minutes." The three of them jumped into the shower for a quick 3-man clean up. Sam watched the two men move around like a well oiled team. Andy hopped on his good leg like it was a track meet. Header handed Sam a Tankersley Construction black T and smiled. Sam struggled into it.

"Is this an extra large?"

Header chuckled as the T stretched across Sam's chest and the sleeves cut across the tops of his pumped biceps. "Yeah, be we prewash everything until it's nice and snug. Damn, it looks good on you." Sam looked at his reflection and admitted to himself it seemed to be perfectly cut to show off a man's body.

Andy attached his leg. "Helps to work for two men who like showing off their bodies." He pulled up his own snug jeans over the bloated dick, no underwear required. "They know how to buy the best T-shirts." Sam kissed them before walking across the courtyard to Tank's.

Tank whistled approvingly when he saw Sam in one of his company shirts. "Damn, that looks good on you. Ken's still in the shower. He's moving a little slowly this morning."

Sam walked into the master bath as Ken was toweling himself. "How are you?"

Ken fell against him. "Bill doesn't know what he's in for tonight."

"Ummmm, I take that as a good sign. You look intact. No bruises or contusions."

"Oh I am more than fine. However, you could drive a semi up my ass but I'll spare you the details."

Sam stifled a laugh. "I'll let you get dressed and go get some coffee. The boys are in super serve mode this morning." He turned to leave the room and stopped in the doorway to admire Ken's firm butt. He mused. "You ever feel that fate leads you to people, like these guys? I get a lot of good feeling from them." Ken simply nodded. He walked into the bedroom and picked up a picture on a side chest. He hadn't noticed it the night before. He though about Sam's comment and looked at the man standing next to Tank in the picture dressed in Army fatigues in Nam.

"Fate has its ways Sam." He flopped onto the bed and struggled with his socks as he thought about last night.

Tank had led him to the master bedroom and carefully dried his body from the hot tub. Ken stood at 5'8" to Tank's 6'5". A big mitt of a hand pulled his head up and their mouths pressed together. Ken felt the warmth and heat of that kiss spread through his whole body as Tank enveloped him in his massive arms and lifted him onto the bed. The man had a lot of emotion to release and it all came flooding out as they kissed and caressed for several minutes. Tank softly thanked him for spending the night then began to make long intimate love to every inch and muscle of Ken's body. Few words were spoken as the man kissed, nibbled, massaged and oiled every square inch of taut flesh. Ken felt like he was floating above them as this huge giant of a man tenderly made love to him. Tank twisted and carefully bit at the large round brown nipples until he found Ken's threshold, then pushed him past. He licked and sucked the soft furry blond armpits of any essence of Ken. Then he moved downward past the throbbing pulsing cock and swelling low hangers to the firm full quads, oversized calves and strong feet. Ken had never had anyone work his feet and was moaning from the pleasure. Tank kept swatting Ken's hands away from his cock.

"You aren't allowed to play with yourself, that's an order." But Ken's hands would creep back down until Tank got up, retrieved two sets of handcuffs and cuffed Ken's muscular arms above his head. "I gave you an order. Besides this lifts those big nips up even more, yum. Damn you have sexy pecs. I love to see big round nipples on blonds." He bit the left one hard and Ken yelped. "Suck it up son. Oh and I'll find the keys later. They gotta be around here somewheres."

"What??!!"

"Jud kibingd." Tank chowed down again on the big full nutbag. Ken was beginning to whimper when Tank knelt between his legs and spread them apart, up and back.

"Oh man." A long sign escaped from the big man. "That's a beautiful little butt hole you got there." Ken glanced down between his knees at the monster prick bouncing against Tank's hard abs. "I got my work cut out for me." Tank launched a full out tongue attack on Ken's ass. Ken gasped for breath with each thrust of the big man's tongue. Bill loved to eat Ken's butt. It was all he could do not to think of his partner sharing his pleasure hole with Tank. Precum began to ooze freely from his now purplish prick. Tank had slid a wide chrome cock ring over the blond's cock and balls before they started. Ken's prick was about a third more swollen than usual and his nuts were churning for release.

"Don't even think about shooting until I let you Ken. We ain't far enough along in this." Ken looked at the clock on the nightstand. Tank had been playing his body for an hour and a half and they still hadn't reached fuckpoint. But the time was quickly approaching. Tank sat back on his calves. He reached for a tube of lube in the drawer and greased his big dick. He dabbed a generous amount on his fingers and worked them into the spread wet hole.

Ken would have sucked the big fist up his ass given a chance. He was fighting every step to not shoot a load the big man had him so hot. Tank smiled and dangled a key in front of him then unlocked the cuffs.

"Now, you do with those hands only what I tell you son."

"Yes sir."

"I need you work my tits as hard as you can. Don't hold back. I can take anything you give. It'll only make my happy stick happier, which means more for you." Tank raised Ken's legs over his shoulders and pushed his cock full tilt into the anxious man.

Ken sucked in a deep breath and screamed. "OHFUCKINGDAMN. Fuck me sir. Hard Tank, please sir. Ohshitohshitoshit." Tank let his cock get comfortable as he wrapped his arms around the limp man and pressed their mouths together. Ken locked his arms around as much of the broad back as he could and sucked in the man's tongue. Slowly, Tank began to fuck the needy man. As he increased his speed he straightened up. He took both legs and pulled them wide apart and back to slam his cock as deep as he could.

"Now son, work my tits." Ken twisted, pinched and pulled on the big fat knobs. The harder he worked, the harder Tank fucked. Ken smiled. "Figured it out eh?" Ken was in control and by alternating his power over the man's tits got Tank to fuck him a solid 30 minutes before Tank made his move. The monster cock seemed to keep growing.

The big man wrapped his large sweaty hand around Ken's cock and pumped. "You ready?" Ken could only nod, his eyes closed and breathing strained. "Now." Ken's back arched as his load erupted onto his sweaty chest. He felt Tank's cock swell deep in his ass and convulse its load deep within. He wondered if he was getting a year's worth of spunk. The two men shared several more hot kisses before stretching out on the bed. Tank licked Ken's load from his chest and thanked him again.

"No sir, I should be thanking you. That was one wild ride. I hope I didn't hurt your nipples."

"These old things. Hell they got a lot of miles on them. I love getting my nips worked. Feels great the next day in the shower and wow, when you hit the gym. Every move makes my dick hard. Thanks Ken."

They had relaxed a few minutes then Tank led him to the bathroom and fucked him twice in the shower before collapsing into a warm bad. Ken squeezed against the big man and sighed. He could only hope that he and Bill would have 30 years together as Sam and Tank had shared.

Tank had also left him a Tankersley Construction T to wear. The soft cotton felt good against his sore tits. The man was so right about titplay. He walked into the busy kitchen and watched as Tank prepped breakfast with Header and Andy. The man wore a snug flannel shirt with the top couple of buttons undone mostly because the shirt wouldn't button over the big chest. His nips stood out proudly under the cotton flannel. Ken kissed him and rubbed the back of his hand against an erect nipple. Tank moaned.

Ken smiled at Sam and proudly smirked. "I did that."

Sam almost snorted coffee through his nose. "And a damn good job I might add."

The men languished through breakfast. Sam couldn't move without Header or Andy jumping up to wait on him.

"Now guys. You don't have to address my every need. If you keep this up, I won't let you play with my boy tonight."

Ken giggled. "Ohhhhh, ya don't want to miss that opportunity. That's one prime playground. Joey is one hot man." Header and Andy just blinked. Tank laughed hard and long. "Now you've got them confused on what to do. And no doubt curious as hell about your partner. This oughta be a good one."

The five men cleaned the kitchen and headed off to the cabin to meet Cesar and discuss landscaping and driveway needs. Saturday was a much cooler day. Still, Cesar climbed out of his pickup wearing a snug T and sprayed on jeans. Header and Andy headed to the other side of the cabin to check on a couple of additional projects. Tank chuckled to himself then whispered to Sam. "Those two got it bad for Cesar but respect his relationship and wouldn't think of messing it up. Truth is if they asked, Cesar and his partner would probably welcome them."

Ken worked on revising his work lists to review later with Tank. He was watching Sam, Tank and Cesar off on a distant edge of the property when a black Charger rumbled up the driveway. The car was one he didn't recognize but then the faces came into focus. The car pulled to a slow stop behind Sam's truck. John and Buzz stepped out followed by Tony and Bear. Header and Andy came around to see who the new arrivals were. They stopped cold in their tracks when they saw John still in uniform. The big cop hugged Ken and gestured toward the car.

"Like my new toy? Just picked her up last night. Sweet ride. Almost got pulled over twice." Ken introduced Header and Andy to the four men.

Andy took a deep breath and unconsciously adjusted his stiffening dick. "Man, I haven't seen this much beef since a few years ago at Folsum. Are you a for real cop?"

Officer John nodded. "Yes I am. I had to pull a double shift last night to get the weekend off and didn't have time to change. My boy Buzz packed a bag for me I hope."

"Just the essentials sir. Toothbrush, Dehner's, jock."

"There better be more in that duffel than a jock, jock." He slapped Buzz's muscle butt a hard resonating hit. Header turned to walk toward the woods.

"I uh, need to go pee." Sam walked up with Tank and Cesar at that moment and snatched Header's arm.

"That's all you better be doing and saving the rest for later. You haven't met my partner yet."

Header looked around and blushed. "Busted."

Sam introduced Tank and Cesar. "So where are the others?"

John walked toward the cabin. "They should be along soon. You know Steve, he mother's that pickup. Probably drove 55 the whole way here. Damned law abiding citizen."

Tank snorted. "Well, these are four fine looking men. You choose your buddies well Sam." The men exchanged small talk as Sam and Tank gave the newcomers a quick tour waiting until the rest arrived to give the full dollar extravaganza. The sound of the big Dodge Ram on the gravel brought them back around to the front of the cabin. Steve and Matt ambled out of the truck and toward the small group. Bill followed shortly.

Sam made introductions and Ken made sure Bill was directly in front of Tank when they exchanged greetings.

Tank got a big grin. "Damn Ken, he's all that and a bag of chips." Bill chuckled as the big man grabbed him in a bear hug and planted a big wet kiss on him.

Ken giggled. "Getting hard huh?"

Tank and Bill looked at each other and both answered. "Yep."

Sam looked back at the truck. "What's taking Joe so long?"

Steve shook his head faking disgust. "You mean sleeping beauty? Man that guy can snore. He slept the whole way here." He let out a loud snort and snore. A voice came from the other side of the truck.

"I heard that. Fuck you. I didn't sleep all the way here. Only after we got coffee."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Most people drink coffee to stay awake. Joe goes to sleep no matter what. Come here piglet."

Joe sauntered over to Sam and Tank. The snug black jeans moved with each flex of the thick leg muscles. The long-sleeved T stretched over the firm round pecs and arms. Joe's blond hair was back in a tight crew cut to highlight the handsome masculine face. The goatee had thickened nicely and was neatly trimmed. He shot a big smile at Sam and hugged his Dad.

Sam kissed him and turned him toward Tank, then stopped. He looked from one man to the other then scratched his head. "Tank this is my partner, my lover, my son, Joe. Joe, wow, this, uh, well, this is Tank. Damn, well, well, I'll be damned."

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