Starting Again

Starting Again Chapter 22 by lennoxbear@aol.com

Joe languished in the warmth of Sam's body pressed tightly against his. A big arm draped under his and wrapped around his waist. The semi-hard cock pressed between his butt cheeks. The heat of Sam's breathing washed against the back of his neck. It was a sweet dream of quiet relaxing solitude.

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Reality. The big monster behind him stirred. The cock stiffened as if trying to reclaim its warm nest before being yanked rudely away. A hot hand came up and cupped his right pec and squeezed. Joe moaned. "Come on Joey, time to get up and hit the weights."

"I don't want to wake up."

"Neither do I but we have to get started on our Monday. Up, up, up, sleepy head."

"Tell me why we're doing this again."

Sam stretched as he sat on the side of the bed. His cock stuck up between his thick thighs. "Because, I have a grant meeting late this afternoon and we won't make it to the gym until really late. Or not at all. So we agreed to workout at home this morning and run later."

"I only agreed to that because you were fucking me with that telephone pole at the time."

"Well, then let's try that again to get you moving."

Joe sprang out of bed and stood with his arm outstretched. "Don't even think about a morning fuck. My ass is still sore from last night." Sam rolled across the bed and in one swift move was up with his arms wrapped tightly around Joe. Joe groaned heavily from the morning kiss. Their hard dicks pressed against each other. "Good grief, I don't know which of your hormones is out of balance but that thing is definitely bigger."

Sam swatted his partner's stiff cock. "Not likely at my age. I'm going to start the coffee pot brewing." He grabbed his workout shoes, socks and shorts and padded into the kitchen.

"I'm going to pee, maybe, not easily now that you've given me a hardon. Thank you very much." Joe staggered to the bathroom and pulled on his shoes while waiting for his dick to subside. He clicked on the radio for the five o'clock news. The five AM news. Oh well if he could endure being double-dicked by two horny men, he could survive an early morning workout. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. May the fuck option wasn't so bad.

Sam poured water into the coffee pot tank and glanced down at his jutting prick. It really did seem to be bigger. How the hell? As coffee began to drip he got dressed, grabbed two protein bars and headed to the downstairs gym. Joe clomped down the stairs and stretched. He munched the bar as Sam outlined what he thought they should do. An hour later the two sweaty men were into an intense rhythm and pumping like it was prime time.

Steve fumbled to find his running gear as Matt showered. Matt was on for the seven AM shift and had to get moving. Steve's cock was still happy from its warm fucking of Matt's beefy butt the night before. It made its presence obvious in Steve's running pants. At six in the morning, who the hell would notice?

Ken worked at making breakfast for Bill. He watched lights go in the house across the yard and saw Steve warming up in the kitchen preparing to run. That seemed like a good idea. He grabbed his cell and quickly called Steve. Matt stood naked in the bedroom getting his clothes for the day. Ken could see everything. These guys needed to get drapes. Mmm, nice butt. Bill came out of the bathroom and hugged Ken from behind. He ate his breakfast as Ken got dressed to run with Steve. Mmm, nice butt. Damn, his black snake stirred. Now he'd be half hard all day. He needed to get moving to meet Scott at the car dealer's. Scott needed to leave his beast for service and Bill had offered him a ride.

Officer John buttoned his uniform shirt and quietly watched the sleeping muscle pup still zonked out in bed. He walked over and firmly shook the round shoulder. "Up and at `em Buzzie boy. Don't you have an eight o'clock appointment. Buzz rolled over and mumbled into his pillow. John yanked the blanket and sheet from the naked body. Damn, nice butt. "Up lazy head."

"My shoulder hurts." John leaned in closer for a look at Buzz's new tattoo on his right shoulder. "Well, you wanted this, on a Sunday yet. It's a big design dude. Your shoulder's going to be sore for a while. Get up and shower, gotta keep it clean."

"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" Buzz giggled as he rolled across the bed away from John. "Or are you going to grab a donut?"

"Ohhhhhhh, you're ass is in trouble big time at the gym tonight. I had my morning protein shake and there is one in the fridge for you." Buzz made a face. "Hey I didn't make it using just milk, knowing, well knowing the effect it has on you." It was his turn to giggle.

"You're so supportive. Be glad you won't be here." John walked over wrapped his arms around the shorter beef boy and kissed him hard. "Love ya pig. I gotta go. See you at the gym later." Buzz looked solemnly at the protein shake in the fridge. He sighed and took a big gulp. Hopefully, his first appointment wouldn't notice the side effect.

Joe hit the shower at 7:30 as Sam poured coffee for both of them. He was about to scramble some eggs and nuke some turkey bacon when he remembered he hadn't retrieved the morning paper. He strolled out to the sidewalk just as Steve and Ken jogged down the street. They whistled at his tight striped shorts. He threw them the finger then quickly ran his hand over his short hair as Mrs. Toomey came driving by.

"Good morning Mrs. Toomey, you're out early."

"Yes Sam, isn't it wonderful. I got myself a job as a secretary at a non-profit a couple of miles from here, not great money but it's a new life for me."

"That's wonderful, glad you're moving on with your life."

"Yes, I'm thrilled. I start at eight. Like to get there early. Oh and my son is coming in this weekend, along with his cousin and that nice Mr. Thad. That friend of yours." Sam smiled and told her to have them call him. "Oh and Sam, those shorts keep no secrets. No wonder those men were whistling at you. Ta." She scattered loose asphalt as the big Crown Vic sped away.

Sam laughed to himself as he entered the house. Joe stood in his underwear sipping coffee. "Mrs. Toomey just complimented my shorts."

Joe glanced down at the obscene bulge. "Yeah, shorts."

John waved at Steve and Ken as he headed down the hill to the police station. Buzz winced as the hot soapy water washed over his new tattoo. It was going to be a long tough day at work with a sore arm. Getting his scrub shirt on was a bit of a challenge but he was finally dressed. It wasn't all that cold out. He opted to toss his jacket on the passenger seat and headed out to Oakland and work. Bill honked and waved as he doubled back from Ken's to get to the service center.

Matt munched a breakfast bar as he strolled through the store. Tony was already hard at work in the butcher shop and Bear was taking inventory in the dairy aisle. He carefully looked around and gave Matt a quick hug.

"We had a great weekend. Sam and Joe have a lot of work ahead of themselves with the cabin but it's going to be one helluva cool spot."

"Yeah, hopefully, we can all swing weekends and have some getaways. Not easy working in the store to get weekends, but we'll see. How'd you and Tony fair with his father?"

"After the fun we had, Tony is keeping his father at an arm's length. No sense inviting trouble, besides, he is more resolved than ever to lead his own life."

"That is what being an adult is all about." Matt's cell rang and he stepped aside to get out of the way and to let Bear do his job. "Yes, this is Matt. What? Really? Yes, I can be there by four but I may have to come right from work. Thank you. See you then."

Joe was halfway to town when his cell rang with Sam's call. "Hey buddy. I just had a call back from the guy who took care of the pool for the previous owners. He said he could drop by this afternoon and give us an estimate. Will you be home by 5:30? Okay, I'll call him back and tell him you'll be here. And do you really think you can handle the yard work here, just the two of us? All right, just asking. We'll do our best. Love ya. And if you need anything, I will be in my office at the university until at least 6:30. Later."

It was a fairly routine day for the group of friends. Everyone had their job to do, workouts to squeeze in, appointments to keep, and responsibilities to meet. In the eyes of their neighbours they certainly didn't appear to be obsessed with sex the way all those other gay men were. The ones they always heard about in the so-called news reports. Truth be told, their straight male neighbours were probably getting more head and ass from pickups at the bars than these muscle and workout crazy men were. Yes, a really dull routine.

Sam was busy rifling through paperwork in his office when the door opened and a beaming Matt strolled in grinning from ear to ear. The handsome man had his usual five o'clock shadow. The thick chest stretched the yellow dress shirt and the snug black jeans did little to hide the legs, balls and especially the butt. Sam got up to greet his buddy. "Hey, what brings you to my crappy little office this afternoon? I thought you were all finished with classes?"

"I am. I got a call from Career Services that one of the recruiters with whom I had interviewed wanted to speak with me. I just accepted a job just a few blocks from here."

Sam's smile grew twice as big with happiness for his friend. "That is so great Matt."

"I'm actually going to be doing software at the institute. And for a rather nice salary. I just tried calling Steve but Ken said he was out making a delivery. Must not have his cell turned on, figures."

"So, now you have to give notice at the store?"

Matt stood with his arms folded across his chest, making his thick forearms look even thicker. The wide stance of his legs emphasized the thick legs. "Yeah, sorta sad to do that but I can't pass up on this opportunity. It will mean a lot to me and my boy, not to mention Steve."

"We should celebrate."

"Super, but I need to meet Steve at the gym."

"Hmmm, Joe and I are running and doing cardio when I get home tonight, gotta work late. We did the home gym this morning." Sam caught Matt's upturned eyebrow. "Fuck you, we actually worked out. It didn't end up us having sex on the bench like well, it often does."

"Well, why don't we plan something for the weekend when we all have more time?"

"That sounds like a good idea. Since we can't get to the cabin this weekend, we can relax."

"What's keeping you here late today?"

"Well, we landed two big research grants. And since I did the writing, I have to work on the implementation plan. Paperwork leads to more paperwork. I don't mind though cause it adds to my share of the percentage. Makes paying for the cabin all that much easier."

Matt glanced at the office door to make sure it was closed, then walked over and wrapped his arms around Sam, pulling him to him in a long deep kiss. Sam blinked.

"And don't think for a minute I don't know who gave me such a glowing reference to get this job. I am very grateful Sam. Not sure how I can repay you. I have an idea how I'd like to you know?"

Sam laughed and held his friend tightly. "As much as that would relax me, maybe too much, your thank you is sufficient. You and Steve mean a lot to Joe and me so I am more than happy to see your success. I know Steve's business is booming from everything Ken told me. He may need to look for another man to help. His success and yours make me proud to know you."

"Thanks, but my offer for a blow job stands good anytime. However, I need to get my ass home, grab my gym bag and meet Steve. Sorry you'll miss the gym."

"Oh well, it looks like a busy week for everyone so we'll catch up Friday for sure." He waved as Matt closed the door behind him. His half hard cock continued to stiffen even after Matt had left. He fumbled to keep it from getting too uncomfortable in his snug jeans as the phone rang. "Hey Tank, how ya doing buddy?"

Joe made it home in record time. He quickly changed clothes to do some yard work while the warm April sun was still shining. It was a bit too early to do more than basic lawn maintenance but he was determined to give Sam a perfect yard. He was working on his list of garden purchases when the navy Ford pickup pulled into the driveway. He was busy fighting with a branch that had broken off a maple tree and gotten lodged against the front corner of the house when the man came up from behind and spoke.

"Mr. Chambers? I'm Swede from the pool maintenance company."

Joe gave the branch one more tug breaking it free. He turned around to stare into the man's chest. "Sam's at work, I'm Joe. Holy shit! How tall are you?"

The big man laughed. "Hi Joe. I'm 6'7". I get that all the time and a lot of questions about the weather up here. Nice to meet you." Joe stared at the massive young man standing in front of him. Even through the long-sleeved work shirt and heavy jeans, there was one helluva a lot of muscle. Topped off by a big blond smiling face.

"Well, you know where the pool is. Let me get this branch out of the way and I'll be right back."

"Let me help you. Where you taking it?"

"Um, over there so I can cut it up and use it for firewood." The big man lifted nearly the entire big branch and carted it off to the backside of the yard. "Thanks." Joe felt lust heating up in his balls as the man's ass and quads flexed through the worn denim.

They walked to the back of the house and into the pool area. Swede knew exactly what to do to uncover the pool, where all the supplies and equipment were stored and quickly set about his task to assess the condition of the pool. "You guys want me to include a price on maintaining the hot tub too?"

"Yeah, that sounds good. I guess pool weather is still a good month away but it can't hurt to have a game plan."

Swede turned to face Joe. The work shirt had come open to reveal a tight underarmour shirt over big plump pecs. "I try to lock in preferred customers early in the season and since I've maintained this property before that puts you on the list." He smiled as he watched Joe stare at his chest. "High on the list."

Joe flushed with embarrassment and reddened deeper when his cock stirred in his jeans. "You make a good living doing this?"

Swede continued to work on his checklist and talk. "You'd be surprised how many indoor pools there are around here. And how many like hotels need someone to service things over winter when they break down. I make a very nice income. Keeps me happy. I have two people who work for me year round."

"Wow, but you don't look much older than me."

"I'm twenty-four. Started this when I was in college and it took off. You give people good service and keep them happy, you make a good living." Swede could tell from the look on Joe's face he was thinking more. "It doesn't hurt to look like a bodybuilder either, and being outdoors, well, I get to be half naked." Joe knew from his remarks and facial expressions that he was being tested. Swede just smiled. The smile turned to a frown. "Damn, I knew I should have dropped by when I saw the For Sale sign come down. The old owners were nice guys but didn't do quite the right maintenance on everything when they sold this place. Dizzy queens."

Joe looked at the extensive checklist and copious notes on the man's clipboard. "Well, what do we need to do? Neither of us knows anything much about a pool and we want things to be done right. Our hope is to have friends over a lot this summer."

"Well, I'll come up with a list of what this needs and drop off a price, oh, by Wednesday. If you want, and accept the contract, I can have the hot tub back to normal by the weekend. Supposed to be pretty nice weather."

"Great. We're both usually at the gym right after work but you can just leave it in the door slot, or call us."

"Yeah, I could tell you workout. Pretty dedicated I'd say. Me too. Well, I also swim a lot." Swede laughed at his own joke. Joe felt himself being charmed by the big young man and perfect friendly smile. "I won't keep you. I have what I need. Here's a new card with an additional call number and email address. I'm sure I can make you happy...with my work."

Joe's nuts reacted. "Thanks Swede. Appreciate your stopping by." He watched the big beefy butt in the tight denim walk toward the truck and climb in. He mumbled under his breath, holy fuck.

Sam got home about 45 minutes later. The house was warmly lit. Dinner was in the oven. He walked into the bedroom and found Joe kneeling in front of the door, ass up waiting for him. "Oh, well, hi there. To what do I owe this pleasure?" He slipped a finger into the clean lubed hole.

"Swede. Pool man. Extraordinarily hot. Get your dick out Dad and fuck your boy."

"Let me get undressed." Joe shook his head no. He reached back, undid Sam's belt and jean snap then pulled out the fat cock. It went hard almost instantly from the hot stroking hand. "I guess someone needs to get off badly."

"You guessed right sir." Sam slid his cock into his boy's ass. Joe grunted as the big dick hit its mark. Sam slowly fucked in and out while removing his shirt. He leaned forward and braced his arms on either side of Joe as he plunged ahead harder. Joe bucked up to meet him. The younger bottom boy grunted at each hit on his ass.

"This guy must be something to get you this hot, your hole is on fire."

"He's like a 24 year-old Tank. Huge, heavily muscled and one handsome fucking good looking man. Oh yeah daddy, fuck me. I've had impure thoughts. Fuck them out of me."

Sam picked up his pace. "Not sure I want to do that, they seem to provide incentive." He pulled back and brought Joe with him. His big, callused hand reached around to stroke the throbbing swollen cock. "Damn, he must be something." Joe whimpered. The two men fucked on their knees for several minutes until Sam pulled out and motioned toward the bed. He kicked off his shoes and let his jeans fall as Joe flopped onto his back and raised his legs. He looked at Sam's burgeoning cock.

"I'm telling you that thing is bi,,,,,oh fuck YEAH. Ungh! Oh Daddy! Fuck me hard sir, oh fuck, it's swelling up more. Ohohohohoh, ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Sam pushed the beefy legs back and slammed home. His cock was bigger and spreading Joe's hungry ass wider than ever. Joe's breathing was sharp and shallow as he pounded his arms off the bed. "Damn Sam, sir, Dad, you're hitting just the right spot...not...sure I...oh god, can hold on...."

"Don't." Joe's ass clenched around Sam's thick cock. Sam's load slammed deep into his boy's hot butt. He wrapped his arms tightly around Joe and drove it in deeper. Joe's cock exploded spreading hot man goo between them. Joe shook his head from side to side; his arms limp across the bed. "You okay?" Joe quietly answered yes. Sam held the position as they exchanged spit with deep kisses. His cock slowly shrunk enough to plop out. Joe could only mutter guttural response as his cock convulsed a few more rounds of cum.

"Oh man that was hot. I don't think you ever fucked me that deeply." He relaxed his legs and sat up on one arm. He reached over and gently lifted the monster meat hanging between Sam's thighs. Sam's body shuddered as his cock began to grow again. "Oh no, I need to go check on dinner." He slipped away from Sam and headed for the kitchen. Sam followed shortly in just his athletic socks.

"I think I need to call the doc and make an appointment about my growing manhood. I mean at my age, to have a growth spurt is just plain weird."

"Well, don't take my babbling as complaining. I'll adjust and make sacrifices. Damn, you're fully erect again."

Sam looked down at his cock and slapped it with his hand. "It's possessed and it wants to possess your ass." Joe thought for a second and smiled.

"Well, I suppose there are worse things in life. You could call a priest for an exorcism but they would just want to sit on it."

"So the pool guy was that hot eh? You think he's gay?"

Joe turned down the temperature on the oven. "Don't know. He referred to the previous owners as dizzy queens."

"We refer to people as dizzy queens. Doesn't mean anything." Sam poured both of them a glass of wine. "Guess we just wait to see his estimate and whether or not he shows up the first warm day in speedos." Joe tilted his head to think about Swede in a tiny dicktog. "Forget I said that. When I walked in and was greeted by your happy hole I thought you were congratulating me for work today." Joe jerked his shoulders. "We got those two big grants and I get a percentage on bringing them to fruition. It will pay for the cabin and all the work I think."

Joe sidestepped the still stiff prick and kissed Sam. "Wow, that's terrific, you are damn good. I hope they appreciate you. I do. Hey I have just enough time to shower, want to join me?"

Sam was about to agree when the phone rang. "No, I better get that, go ahead." He walked into the privacy of the office and took the call. "Hey Bruce. Oh okay, yeah, I'll check the email in a bit but I am sure the fixtures will be fine. Right, next weekend. We're going up to work with Tank and his crew. Oh, well, I'll pull up directions for you from Philadelphia and you can join us at the cabin. Come prepared to stay over at Tank's. Yeah, the contractor, big woofy man. You'll like him. Oh very generous. Hmm, reminds me I need to make a call. All right, later." Sam headed for the bathroom and studied Joe through the hot spray. His cock responded accordingly.

"That was Bruce. He's emailing me pictures and costs for kitchen and bathroom fixtures and says his contact can have everything delivered next week. That'll keep us really busy next weekend if Tank and his guys have those two rooms ready for work. Steve and he will be driving up next weekend too. Oh and I forgot to tell you when you distracted me with your ass. Matt got a job offer today and accepted. He starts at the institute in two weeks.

Joe turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. "Man, that's terrific. I'm sure he'll miss some of the store staff but having a job like this, if it's the one you told me about, will make him really happy. You have 10 minutes and dinner will be ready. Maybe you should put that thing on ice."

Sam squeezed his dick in his hand. "I hope it goes soft soon, this is fucking weird. And Matt wants to have everyone over this weekend to celebrate his job."

"Works for me.

Over the course of the evening, Sam and Joe chose fixtures for the cabin and chatted with all their buds. Everyone was lining up to help with the cabin construction the weekend after next. It looked to be a pretty boring week for everyone. The usual work and workout routines as they all struggled to move from winter to spring. And the yard work that came with it. Steve and Matt's dinner was high on everyone's list of expectations. Joe stumbled off to bed, the ass fucking having worn him out. Sam finished reading the paper and checking email. His cock was finally soft but bloated and his balls almost ached again for relief. He got comfortable on the couch in the office and dialed a familiar number. "Hey Dad, I hope it's not too late. You weren't in bed? Good. Hey, I have this strange question to ask you." *****

The week passed pretty much as normal, lots of boring work, lots of heavy lifting and plenty of assfucking among partners. Thursday evening, Sam was having dinner with university bigwigs to celebrate the grants so Joe was going to workout at home and skip going to the gym. He was about half way through his workout when the doorbell rang. He could see the large shadow through the glass and knew it had to be Swede. The door swung open and the young man filled the frame.

"Hi Joe, I wanted to drop off the checklist of things that I recommend you do to the pool and hot tub and go over any questions you have on cost."

"Sure, come on in. I'm downstairs working out so let's go there. He glanced at the paper as he sat on a bench. Swede looked around the well-equipped gym space.

"Wow, this is great, you guys have a lot of super stuff here. You don't need to go to the gym for everything. Except maybe legs, that looks a little light, well, for me anyway." Joe looked over the snug jeans and wondered just what those thick legs looked like in shorts, or less. His cock began to stir again in his shorts. Damn. "I don't recall the other guys having any of this, oh wow a sauna and steam too. Fuck, the bathroom is bigger than my kitchen. This is terrific."

"Yeah, we both like to workout. You do have to meet Sam soon. These numbers look great and we sorta figured all this would need to be done. I'll talk it over when Sam gets home and we can call you but it shouldn't be a problem. I'm anxious for warm weather now."

"So am I. Hey, can I try this chest machine, it looks interesting." Joe nodded and Swede stripped off his sweatshirt. Joe caught his breath at the sight of Swede's perfect body."

"Uh, don't take this the wrong way, but do you have any bodyfat? You're fucking awesome. Sorry, a gay man shouldn't be saying that to someone he is about to hire."

Swede laughed. "I'm at about 5% bodyfat, that's more than I like but it's what happens with inactivity in winter. I like keeping active." Joe watched the pecs swell as he moved through the motion of the machine. "This feels great. Wish my gym had one of these. You get a good pump without killing your joints. Awesome."

Joe got up and pointed at two controls. "You can control the angle here to hit the whole tit. Uh, pec. Really pumps in the blood." Swede changed an angle, did a few reps and smiled.

"Oh that feels really good." His hand came up around Joe's calf. "So is that a calf machine. You get these with that?"

"Well, I do heavy leg work all the time. Sam insists. He likes to see them thick and up in the, oh, sorry. You want to try?" Swede's eyes got big as he tried the calf machine.

"Phenomenal. I'd be in heaven using this stuff. Can I do a couple of sets?"

"Sure knock yourself out. Would you mind spotting me on the last of my benching, then I can go heavier?"

"You bet." Joe pumped out three more heavy sets on the bench with Swede working in a couple of sets. The big man had stripped to his underwear to do the calf sets. Sam would definitely appreciate the legs. Joe showed him a few more machines and finished his workout with Swede's help. "Joe, I can't thank you enough, that was a nice little workout. I hope you guys keep us on, cause I like working for people who have the same mindset as I do. Hey, I apologize for taking up so much of your time, I appreciate this but I better go. Call me if you have any questions." Twenty minutes later Sam came home to find Joe on his back in bed with his legs in the air.

"Again?" *****

Joe stood in line Friday morning at what he called the lesbian bagel bakery. The women working there had quickly figured out his story when he became a customer and often exchanged little inside jokes and political barbs with him. It was his turn to pick up bagels for the office staff. He got the usual assortment and was checking out the cooler for something with less carbs when he walked smack into a man getting in line for coffee. The beefy man was dressed in business casual with a tight pink pullover and khaki pants. Joe quickly took in the thick buff body and perky nips through the pullover material.

"Sorry, I wasn't watching."

"Nope, my fault, this place is really busy. Uh, excuse me, but do you live on Pennline?"

"Uh, yeah."

"I live on Church, I thought I recognized you. You run with that big guy, well, a couple of big guys once in a while."

"Right, I'm Joe." The two men shook hands and Joe admired the thick arm as it pumped.

"Spence. Hey, I saw the pickup at your place for Swede's Pool Service. I was out walking the dog. I have a pool and need to find a new maintenance crew. They any good?"

"Don't know. We're just going to hire them this year. Came highly recommended, and had references. Call him. Nice guy. And his prices were reasonable. He took care of things for the previous owners so I don't know if he is giving us a break."

"Well, that's better than a couple of other places I called. I'll give him a try. Large coffee, room for cream please. And by the way, the yard is looking good. You've been busy. Who's the guy helping you, you hire someone?"

"Um, no, that's a friend Buzz. We're helping each other with the heavy stuff in each other's yards. We'd like to find someone to mow, you know anyone? We bought a cabin a couple of hours away and figured with the work we need to do there it would help to have someone at least do the basic lawn stuff for us."

"I do have a really good guy but he's getting booked quickly. Vince. Can't remember his last name. Hey, I'll drop the name and number off over the weekend. Keep the change. Hey, I gotta get to the office. You aren't eating all of those yourself are you? It'll go straight to the abs. Hey, nice meeting you Joe. Thanks for the tip on Swede." Joe watched the beefy butt walk out the door. Damn, where was Sam when he needed him?

Joe slowly drove down Church Friday afternoon on his way home from work so he could look for a house with a pool. Bingo. It was a warm April day and there was Spence and another beefy man both shirtless doing yard work. He honked and waved as he drove by. Damn, two men. Wonder if the other guy is Vince? He had forgotten to throw his gym bag in the car that morning and had to swing by the house to get it. Sam would be pumping impatiently at the gym. As he pulled back out onto his street, a set of bouncing pecs came toward him. Spence certainly wasn't shy about showing it off. He lowered the window and smiled.

"I wanted to give you Vince's number. I talked to him this afternoon and he said he only had a few slots left to sign new customers. He does all kinds of lawn maintenance so he fills his dance card very quickly."

"Yeah, we should have thought about this sooner but we've been a bit busy with all the stuff around this house and the cabin."

"Where's the cabin?"

"Oh about two, two and a half hours from here going east."

"Too bad, you may have been able to get him to do that also."

"Well, I see you out there working yourself."

"I like to do that stuff but I travel a lot for work and don't want to miss keeping up with the neighbours, you know how that is. Only bought the place not even two years ago, so still have plenty to do."

"Yeah, houses can keep you and your wife really busy."

"No, I'm going through a divorce. Wife got the other house, then remarried so I needed a place. I feel lucky to get away with my balls. My brother is here helping me do prep to put in some retaining walls. That's his business if you need any walls built. Hey, I bet you're heading to the gym, won't hold you up. I need to get home and showered myself. Having dinner with friends. And my brother will have sucked down all the beer. Give Vince a call, don't wait. Later Joe." The beefy butt in sweat soaked shorts turned and jogged away, oh fuck.

"Thanks." Joe drove past as Spence waved. Damn, maybe Sam will want to cut the workout short. Joe was possessed in his workout and surprised himself and Sam. Since everyone was getting together for dinner the next night, they passed on doing the group Friday night dinner. Joe mentioned Spence to his friends and everyone said that they had seen him, but no one actually knew him. A muscular mystery man. Sam was about to strip to shower when Joe stopped him. "Nope, we need to get home to take care of certain, um, plumbing issues. No time to shower."

"Why? What plumbing, oh."

Joe was practically naked when he got out of the car in the garage. They left a trail of clothes and shoes from the garage to the bedroom. Joe quickly hit the bathroom and returned to find Sam, growing flagpole stiff and ready in bed. He lunged at the drooling meat and swallowed the bulbous head.

"I don't know what caused this growth spurt but I'm ready to take on all research to get to the base of it."

Sam fell back across the bed. "I should deny you fuck privileges for puns like that."

It was almost nine o'clock when they walked into the grill for dinner. Will looked at them suspiciously noticed the bulging baskets and rolled his eyes. "Oh to be young and in love." *****

Matt had wanted to do dinner for his friends as a celebration of his new job. It quickly turned around on him as his friends took over the party planning and food. Steve and Matt spent Saturday morning cleaning the house and vacuuming the tufts of dog fur that overtook the house each week. Sam the Shepherd was busy hiding from the vacuum. They were about to head out on a beverage run when Ken and Bill arrived with a truckload of drinks.

Ken was pushing the season by wearing shorts but Bill wasn't complaining since they showed off his cut calves and round come-fuck-me butt. Ken loaded the fridge in the family room, set up a bar in the pantry, and iced down a case of beer. "See. All set. No need to worry about booze and drinks. Oh, and Steve, Tony and Bear will be over about four to start the food. They got it covered with Sam and Joe."

Matt sat at a kitchen counter and sipped his coffee. "I guess we need to run out and do dessert and that will be it."

Ken stood up quickly. The moved cause his round thick pecs to flex. "Nope. Bruce and Steve are in charge of dessert, John and Buzz are doing snack stuff, and I think Gus and Dave are on clean up. You're supposed to be celebrating your new job, not waiting on us."

"But throwing a party was my idea of celebrating."

Bill stood behind Ken and squeezed the hard mantits. "Gee, that leaves you with only one thing to do and that would, be to, oh say, go fuck yourselves silly?" He grabbed Ken's hand. "Come on pig, we have some play time to make up ourselves." The two men bounced out the door and across the yard to Ken's apartment. Steve eyed Matt and raised his eyebrows.

"Soooooooo, everything is covered, the house is clean, Sam's shedding new fur, the foodies don't arrive for a couple of hours, that leaves us with time to get nasty." Matt put his coffee cup in the dishwasher and walked up the stairs to the bedroom. He pulled off his T-shirt and stood in front of Steve.

"Damn, you're looking good, hard, cut, furry, gees I love you." He placed his hand on the side of Matt's neck and pulled their lips together. "I am one lucky fucker to have met you. All this and pretty damned smart too. Mmmmm." He bit at the side of Matt's strong neck and let his hands run down to the full round muscle butt. "Since we're celebrating, you should fuck me."

Matt pushed back. "OH no, I'm on to you buddy boy. I fuck you then you get all snuggly and I don't get my itch scratched. Uh-uh, I'm in control and I get fucked." He grabbed the waist band of Steve's worn jeans, undid the buttons in one swift move and pushed them down over the tight runner's butt. The big cock flopped free and into Matt's hot hand. "This puppy is mine. Suffer sucker." He bit and pinched both nips on the way down to his knees to suck the long tool into a drooling rock hard erection.

Steve looked down at the handsome chiseled face with heavy five o'clock shadow sucking forcefully on his fuckpole. The biceps popped as Matt reached up to alternate pinching nips and massaging hot flesh. He could see the round mounds of ass even from this angle. This was a man's ass. Matt slowly got up when he was happy with his work. He squeezed the big man's pecs as Steve helped him out of his jeans.

Matt dropped onto his back in the middle of the bed and pulled his legs up to spread his ass wide. "Fuck me." Steve drove his tongue deep into the hungry pucker until Matt groaned. He felt a jar of lube being slipped into his hand and an urgent Matt hoarsely whispered. "Fuck me now, dammit, hard." Steve fingered a couple of gobs of grease into the hole then slid forward between the upturned legs. Matt threw his arms over his legs and doubled over giving Steve an angle to get the pole as deeply into his ass as possible. It hit home is one motion as the beefy man shuddered and whined. "Gol'dang. FUCK ME." The two men fucked in every conceivable position on the big bed. They heard voices downstairs in the kitchen and recognized Tony and Bear.

Steve glanced at the clock. "Holy fuck, we been doing this for two hours and still haven't got off." They looked at each other and giggled. "Shower."

Matt stumbled to his feet on wobbly legs. He yelled down the stairs. "Hey guys, make yourselves at home. We still need to shower and will be down in a bit."

Bear's big voice echoed in the stairwell. "Is that a metaphor or euphemism?"

Steve had the showered running and hot. He pulled Matt in and dropped to his knees to get a load of man spunk.

"OH no, you're finishing what you started." Matt turned around, braced his arms on the shower wall and bent forward to expose his hole again. Steve slammed back in and a few minutes later brought them both off in a not exactly quiet climax. A little while later, showered and dressed in clean jeans and Ts, the two men walked into the kitchen. Bear and Tony applauded. Tony was busy cutting up veggies for a tray.

"Damn guys, that fuck rattled my fillings."

Steve was about to remark when he looked down at Tony's crotch. "Is that all you? Damn."

Bear smiled and sighed. "Yeah damn. But really dudes that was hot even from down here."

Matt checked the pots on the stove. "Mmmm, smells good. Steve was just giving me my congratulatory fuck for the new job." Steve blushed.

Bear wrapped a tray of meat for grilling and slid it into the fridge. "Well, if I ever change jobs, you can give me a congratulatory fuck."

Tony turned and shot him a look. "Hey, what am I here for?"

Bear studied both men. "Could I get you both to fuck me at the same time?"

Matt loaded more stuff into the dishwasher. "Whoa, you're a better braver man than I am."

The party turned out to be quite a success. Bear had started grilling ribs and chicken a half hour before people started arriving so food was served only 30 minutes after the last guest arrived. The house was overflowing with people and the dogs were in mooching heaven. And obvious point of discussion was again Spence. Joe was the only one who had actually met him. John commented that he often saw him working around the house or running but never saw anyone else around except occasionally for the other beefy man. They all figured that he had to be Spence's brother.

Sam nibbled on another chicken breast in the kitchen with Gus and Dave. "I think these guys are jumping to conclusions. Just because no one sees a woman around the house doesn't mean he's gay. Right guys? They could say the same thing about you two." Gus and Dave looked at each other.

Dave took a long slug of his beer. "Hey I at least have a woman friend with whom I go out occasionally."

Gus sighed. "Oh good grief. I really need to get out more. I hang out with a bunch of gay men, live in a big old house with a gay teenager, work out with a bunch of gay musclefreaks, gave my son away in a gay ceremony to another man, oh gees. If I were a republican, I'd probably accuse myself of sending inappropriate email to underage men. I gotta get me some female companionship."

Joe smiled innocently. "I know some wonderful women at the bakery."

Sam smirked. "They're lesbians Gus, don't listen to him."

The night progressed into total silliness even though no one was drinking to any extreme. Bruce and Steve shot everyone into a further sugar rush with an array of desserts. Still no one wanted coffee to kill their good time. Brian and Lee Toomey had lucked out by visiting on the right weekend for the party and Thad's presence had Sam exchanging good `ol time stories about San Francisco. The teenager's were subject of a great deal of lopsided humour over their impending graduation and fall departure for college.

Gus wasted no time in pretending he would suffer the grief to be left alone when Tim left for school and then switched to a total deadpan face to ask if he was packed yet.

Doc Jeff pulled Sam aside to quietly discuss his strange but awesome growth. "Sam, nothing explains it. The blood tests showing nothing abnormal other than maybe a bit of an elevated testosterone level. No other chemicals, no preservatives, no additives. You're boring. Other than your dick and balls grew."

"I don't get it. I've changed nothing in my life. Why now when I'm heading toward 50? It's spooky."

"How's Joe with this?"

"He thinks he's that woman in Young Frankenstein, always singing."

"So, there's no problem with him taking it?"

"Hell no, we're fucking two or three times a day. He's happy as a clam."

"I fail to see the problem here."

Sam sighed. "So I just walk around in the meantime with two oranges for balls. What happens if it continues to grow?"

"I'll get you the number for Guinness. Look, we just watch and see what happens."

"Okayyyyy, I'll keep an eye on it."

"No, I meant I'll watch and see what happens, like when you two are fucking, I get to watch and...."

"Oh you are a perverted SOB." Sam nudged him and laughed. The doc's partner just happened to walk by.

"See, I told you sooner or later they'd figure you out."

Everyone was happily fed and mellow when Ken sauntered over with a card for Matt. He opened the card to find a $500.00 gift card toward a new work wardrobe. Matt was elated and promised to spend it wisely. Sam reminded him that he could still dress somewhat casually in his new job and everyone would surely look forward to his snug jeans collection.

"So you're telling me people just want to see my butt?"

Sam tossed his hands in the air. "Matt, have you not been listening? For months we've been telling you that you have one sexy ass. Doesn't he? Let's have a show of hands from everyone who thinks Matt has like the ultimate sexy butt." Everyone's hand went up except Gus.

He rolled his eyes and dropped his head. "Okay, okay, I agree. Matt has a sexy ass. Damn, it's like one more gay nail in my coffin. I have to find me a woman. Soon."

Officer John and Buzz were the first to leave. John had scheduled himself to work the graveyard shift so he could take a long weekend upcoming. Dave, Dave Jr. and Ron were next. Followed by Gus and Tim. Steve quietly asked Scott if he was meeting Ron later.

"No, we're trying to start the weaning process. I mean, look, admit it, he's going to be a freshman in college and I'm a gay black man in my 30's. He deserves to find true love in the real world."

"It's not true love between you two?"

Scott chuckled and thanked Steve. "Oh it's love. We love each other a great deal but not as partners. We both need to find someone with whom we can share our lives." He shrugged his thick shoulders. "I just think he'll have an easier chance of it than I will."

"One never knows when opportunity will knock. Here, I was taking this beer to Brian over there." Scott smiled at the obvious game, took the beer and walked over to Brian.

Bruce and Steve made their way to Sam to say goodnight. "So we'll see you at the cabin, next Friday. We're away on business most of next week. I spoke with Tank and the kitchen and bath stuff is being delivered Thursday morning. If you guys leave here Thursday morning, then maybe some of it can be installed next weekend. Have a good week, don't work too hard."

"Thanks for bringing the desserts." Matt followed them to their car to thank them for contributing to his gift. They handed him yet another $500.00 card. Matt looked shocked.

Steve hugged him and slapped his butt. "It's toward a suit at that exclusive place downtown. You have to get the right kind of suit fit for that butt. Oy, that butt."

Bruce pushed him toward the car. "Come along butt boy. We have an hour's drive to get home. See you next weekend Matt."

Matt wandered back inside and showed the card to Sam. Sam smiled. "We have a pretty good group of friends here."

Tony and Bear spent the night with Steve and Matt. Brian invited Scott back to stay with him at his mother's assuring him she would be fine with it. Lee and Thad took off for Thad's hotel room. The rest slowly departed. Sam and Joe helped Steve clean up the last few things and took off for their own house. Joe made Sam drive past their street to circle around and drive past Spence's house. A single car sat in the driveway.

"Look, that's not Spence's car."

"How do you know that?"

"Cause the only car I've ever seen there is that gold Accord, that's a Fusion."

"So he has company, so what?"

"Man or woman?"

"Oh good grief." *****

It had been a long busy week overloaded with work. Tank relaxed in the warmth of the hot tub with Andy under one arm and Header busily bobbing for cockhead. He laughed as the man came up and spluttered. He gasped for breath after a bit too long underwater.

"You know, you don't have to do that." Header shot him an evil smile and stroked the big shaft in the bubbling hot water.

"I know but it's been a long week and I thought you could use the relief. You, uh, didn't seem to make any headway, pardon the pun, with Harley."

"Nooooo, I didn't. I don't get it. He seems genuinely interested and has tons of questions about what Sam and I were all about. I keep explaining that what I had with Sam may not be what I am looking for now. That seems to confuse him."

"YOU think he wants a full-time Master and being versatile may not be high on his list?"

"I'm clueless. I know he got royally fucked by the bunch that was here last week and that he seemed to enjoy every hard cock inch that slammed that pretty bubble butt. Funny, I can't seem to get him into my bed."

Header played with Tanks big left nipple. "How long's he been out?"

"Not long, only a couple of years. I think he played around in college trying to figure out what he wanted. From what little he's said, it's only been the last year or so that he truly accepted being gay."

Andy sucked the man's right nipple and slowly pulled away. "Well, for some guys, accepting and deciding how to live your life takes a lot of introspection. Not everyone can be like Header and me."

Tank snorted his beer. "You mean sucking cock from birth."

Header slapped the man's sore nip. "I'll have you know we started out breastfeeding like all good farm boys, then we went astray with our first taste of daddy dick."

Tank rubbed Andy's back as he balanced in the slippery tub on one foot. "You guys actually sucked your Daddy's dick."

"Oh yeah. Dad was a big cock hound. And mama was happy he wasn't fucking her every day with that big tool. Makes mine look like a weenie. That man was downright freaky. I think sucking and fucking is what led to his heart attack. He couldn't pace himself and heaven knows he didn't take care of his health."

"Does your mom ever say anything?"

"Only once after he died. She made a comment that the men in town would be lonely, and then she moved on with her life. She's so much happier since she remarried a normal man. Normal being dick size."

"She ever say anything to you guys about your lifestyle?"

"Nope, only that she wants us to be happy like that nice Mr. Tank and isn't it a shame about Mr. Sam. She's no fool. But she would dopeslap you for not taking a more direct approach with Harley."

Tank sighed. "She'd probably be right. Well, next week I will. We got us a shitload of work to do this coming week to finish that job in town and get more work done on Sam's cabin."

Andy slid out of the tub and balanced on his crutches. "Yeah, a lot of work, but it will be fun to have them all back. To help with the work I mean."

Header splashed water at his brother. "Yeah right, talk about cock hound." They watched as Andy made his way across the courtyard to their cottage.

Tank pulled Header to him and kissed his forehead. "He seems to be having some trouble with that leg, you think anything is wrong?"

"Don't know. I'm going to push him to go see a doctor as soon as possible."

"Well, I'll keep him in my prayers."

Header kissed his boss long and hard. "You know we been praying that you'd share our bed tonight."

"I think I'm up for that." Tank stood up as his cock sprung through the water's surface and splashed Header.

"Oh yeah definitely." *****

Everyone involved in the cabin project got more anxious as the next couple of days passed. The first weekend in May looked to be warm and spring like, perfect for a long weekend of renovation work. Ken and Steve were busy choosing what tools to take with them to do the kitchen install and be prepared to do any other carpentry work that might come up. Bill and Scott were likewise, prepared for a heavy-duty weekend of electrical wiring work. The rest weren't bringing particular building or construction skills to the tasks but were overflowing with eagerness to help.

Tank was busy working at his desk when the phone rang Tuesday evening. "Hi Sam. Oh catching up on paperwork. Billing out a job we finished today in town. You guys still coming up Thursday?"

"Yep, most of us are leaving Thursday morning. John, Buzz, maybe Tony and Bear can't leave until noon. Same for my brother Dave, his son and Gus and Tim although they're working on slipping away earlier. We're going to have a huge crew there. Can you handle it?"

"Oh fuck yeah. We got plenty of work to keep people busy. And plenty of places for people to bunk. Cesar and LJ did a kickass job on the driveway and parking area. Lots of fresh gravel so we don't have to worry about mud. And the way they planned it out, cars can be parked in among the trees, off to the side away from the cabin and not interfere with the landscaping. You have guys willing to help do some heavy clearing and planting?"

"I think that's what Dave and Gus were planning for the teenagers. How's Harley?"

There was a pause before Tank spoke. "Things are about the same, confused. I don't know where that boy stands. He looks at me like a lovesick puppy but when I try to get things to move along he shies away."

"You think it will help to have all of us around this weekend?"

"Don't know. He had an uncle pass away so he took off a few days for the funeral. Has time coming but doesn't seem to ever use it up. He got on his bike and headed to Philly. Guess he'll be back by the weekend."

"Harley has a Harley?"

"Of course. I may just have to bend him over the bike and fuck some sense into him."

"Uh, well, that could spark a flurry of activity among this group of men. How are Header and Andy?"

"Andy seems to be having some problems with his leg so Header is working on getting him to agree to go to a doctor."

"Anything serious?"

"No clue. It's a wait and see thing. Hey, you guys get all your lawn maintenance stuff in order? Joe said you hired a pool company and were looking for someone to mow."

"I haven't seen the pool guy but we did accept his service plan. The yard guy is stopping by tomorrow. Pool guy, according to Joe is supreme meat. He's supposed to drop some supplies off tonight but hasn't yet. At least if we get everything set, we can go up to the cabin and not have to worry so much about this place. Buzz and Joe have been landscaping their butts off here and at John's. They're pretty amazing. Good work."

"That will make Cesar and LJ happy, especially if it's warm enough to get both those men to work shirtless."

Sam laughed. "Buzz would work nude if you'd let him. We keep warning him about poison ivy and not wanting to get it in tender places."

"Ooooo, yeah really. Well, all the kitchen and bath stuff is confirmed to be delivered Thursday morning. All that will need to be moved around. Lots to do Sam, but I think you'll like what you see when you get here Thursday."

"Okay buddy, I'll give you a holler from the road somewhere as we drive up. Say hi to everyone, give them a few nipple tugs and I hope things work out with Harley."

"Same goes for me. Give that big strapping boy of yours a good one for me."

Tank stretched at the desk as he hung up the phone. His cock stirred thinking about Harley. "Fuck, I got it bad." *****

Sam worked at some reports for the office. Joe was attending a work function in Bruce and Steve's place so Sam nuked himself some leftovers and settle in to watch the news. He heard the footsteps before the doorbell rang. He froze in his spot when he opened the door to Swede's smiling face.

"You must be Sam, Joe's partner. I'm Swede." He offered his hand and as Sam shook it he heard Joe's voice in the back of his head saying, `fucking hot eh?' "I wanted to drop off some chemicals. Oh and let you know I ordered a new pump. It won't be as expensive as I thought. Should be here in plenty of time for Memorial Day weekend. In the meantime we can get by with this crappy one if the weather gets warm enough."

"You need help with the chemicals?"

"Nah, just wanted to let you know I was here so you wouldn't think some one was stalking around your property."

"What again?"

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing. The side gate is unlocked so do what you need to do." Swede smiled and gave Sam a quick head nod. He turned to head back to his truck in the driveway. Holy fuck this kid was built. Sam walked out onto the back patio by the pool and held the gate and storage shed door for Swede.

"Thanks Sam. You skip the gym tonight?"

"Not exactly. I can use the university facilities so I did that today at lunch."

"Hmmm, bet there aren't too many prof's built like you. At least there weren't when I was in college. Mostly book nerds. You look more like a biker Dad."

"Well, that's one of Joe's fantasies." Swede blushed at Sam's remark. Sam wondered just how much Biker Dad fantasy Swede might have.

"Hey, please be sure to thank Joe for me on the lead for Spence's business. I'm going to do his pool also."

"You really make a living on this?"

"Oh yeah. I have contracts with a couple of small school districts that can't afford to have a janitor screw up their pools. And all those indoor pools, well, in some neighbourhoods, they're booming. I'm really busy in summer but I don't care. Being outside and on the go keeps me lean. And leaves me plenty of time for the gym in the evenings."

"I sort of gathered that. You're a big guy."

"I'm the runt. You should see my brothers. We got good genes. From my mother." Sam looked at him hesitantly. "Just kidding. Although, I do think I have her legs." Sam bit his tongue. "That does it. Hey, nice meeting you. Hope to see you guys a lot this summer. I'm meeting a, uh, buddy for dinner so I better hustle. I'll call you when the pump gets in, okay?"

"Great, thanks for getting things going for us. We look forward to having friends over to enjoy this thing. We'll be sure to include you."

Swede hung out his hand. "I'd really like that, thanks." Sam watched the mountainous frame of muscle walk out the gate. "Damn, Joe better get home soon." Sam headed back to the office and was about to check email when the doorbell ran again. He opened the door this time to a beefy redheaded fireplug who came about nipple high to him.

"Hi, I'm Vince. You called for an estimate on lawn maintenance." Sam looked down at the broad shoulders and plump pecs. His cock stirred in his jeans.

"Uh, yeah, hi, I'm Sam. We basically need the usual I guess. Lawn mowing, maybe recommend some fertilization, and anything you think it might need to remain healthy."

"Sure mind if I look around to get an idea of the size. Of the lawn."

"No, be my guest. I'll unlock the back gate so you can see all of the back yard." Vince turned to survey the yard. Sam swallowed hard at the tight perfectly round muscle butt in the tight jeans. Tight jeans with a hole and no underwear. Sam met him in the back yard.

"Wow, nice pool. This is beautiful back here. And private. I don't think your neighbours can see in here at all."

"No, they can't. It make the pool all that more attractive."

"Huh. And you don't need clothes to run out to the hot tub. Very nice. The yard looks to be in pretty good shape. Let me itemize a work plan for you and I'll drop it off. I, uh, don't know if I can get it back here this week though."

"That's okay, we're busy too and if you can't get it here before next Monday, that'll be fine. The grass isn't going anywhere." Vince bent over to test the strength. Sam looked at the butt in disbelief. This guy would give Matt a run for his money.

"Thanks Sam. I hope we can do business. I think I'm pretty fair with prices and I know I give good service." He smiled and extended his hand. Sam shook it and felt Vince's warmth. "I'll call if I can get here before Monday."

"Great. Look forward to hearing from you." Vince headed out the back gate. Sam leaned his head against the privacy fence. His nuts ached fro relief. Joe arrived home about 30 minutes later to find Sam stretched naked across the bed waving his stiff rod.

"Swede was here."

"You betcha. And Vince." *****

Harley had spent the day with relatives, very few of whom he knew well. His uncle had been a good friend and someone he would miss. His aunt thanked him for coming and introduced him to some folks he didn't know then moved on to visit other guests. Harley loosened his tie, nibbled a bit more food then quietly slipped out the door. His parents and no one else from his family had driven in for the funeral. The friend with whom he was staying asked him to go to dinner with him and couple of friends but Harley declined. He changed into jeans and a T, boots and denim jacket. It was a nice warm spring evening for a walk through the village to a local leather bar.

It wasn't a bad crowd for an early weeknight evening. He ordered a beer and sat at the far end of the bar in a somewhat dark area. The bartender, an attractive 30somthing leather man, made a bit of small talk when he wandered by, but otherwise, Harley was left to watch the crowd come and go. He got up to go to the men's room and when he got back two older men in jeans and T-shirts were seated near him. They had watched him walk across the bar from stools at the other end and moved when he disappeared into the restroom.

"Hey, how are you tonight. I'm Butch and this is Josh."

"Hi. Harley."

The blond looked at him skeptically. "Harley? Really? That your name?"

He laughed and took a long swig of his beer. "Yep. Harley, just like the bike. My dad used to work at the plant in York."

Butch, the older and darker of the two, gave him a long look. "Well, what brings a fine looking hunk of a man like you in here on a Tuesday night? Here for business."

"No, funeral for an uncle. Took a couple days off from work to just, you know, relax and think about some things. I'm staying with a friend a few blocks from here, so this is convenient."

"Well nothing too serious I hope. Sorry about your uncle." Butch swung his legs around to straddle the stool on which Harley sat. An obviously big dick snaked its way down his left pantleg. His arms were covered in tattoos and nipple rings stood out under the tight shirt. "Anything we can do to cheer you up?" Harley could feel Josh lean in from the other side. He had a white athletic shirt on under a leather jacket, beat up torn jeans and an equally big dick bulging out the crotch. Heat from his chest radiated off Harley's right arm.

"No, thanks. I'm really sorta mellow and just hanging."

"That's cool. Let us buy you a beer." The bartender came down and took Butch's order. Harley caught his eyes when he sat the beer down in front of him. He wasn't sure if it was a sign of interest or warning. Whatever, it didn't take long on a somewhat empty stomach for Harley to get a good buzz. Josh was rubbing against him. His hard cock pressed into Harley's right butt cheek. Butch had moved closer so Harley was wedged between his legs. Both men could fondle and grope whatever they wanted in the dim light. Harley turned to talk with Butch and leaned heavily back against Josh. The beefy blond wrapped his arm around the muscular young man and played with his nipples through his T-shirt. Harley groaned softly as the beer took over and his cock began to stiffen. He excused him self to go to the men's room again and when he stood up Butch squeezed his ample cock. "Need help with that?" He gave his head a wobbly shake and headed to the men's room. While he was standing at the trough peeing, the bartender came in and dropped his zipper. Harley let go with a stream that he didn't think would end as the bartender joined him.

"You okay? You think you had enough to drink?"

Harley flopped his bloated cock back into his jeans and turned to face the handsome man. He looked down at the big cock and smiled. "Nice. No, I think I've had enough. This is my last beer."

"Okay, probably a wise choice. Watch out for those two, they can be a bit rough. You need anything you call me." He handed Harley a card with his name and phone number. "Here put this in your pocket." He quickly zipped up and headed back to the bar. Harley slipped the card into his pocket and walked back to his stool. It seemed a bit more cramped than before. He was definitely wedged between the two men. Their hands and the beer were having its effect.

"I probably should go. I think I've had enough beer."

"We'll walk out with you." Out on the secluded sidewalk Harley looked around. "Which way you going?" He looked toward his right. "Good. We're going the same way." Butch draped his arm over Harley's broad shoulders as Josh slipped his around the slim waist. Both men expertly steered the groggy man toward their apartment a few blocks away. It wasn't until they walked into the apartment that Harley's fog lifted for a moment. Before he could say anything. Butch pressed his lips firmly against his and slid his tongue to the back of Harley's mouth. Josh pressed against Harley's butt and ran his hands up over the thick lean pecs.

"Damn, you feel good." It had been a warm day so none of them had bothered with much more than light jackets. It made all the more easy to strip off Harley's shirt. Butch roughly ran his hands over the smooth flesh, teasing the sensitive nipples, and testing the tight abs with a few light punches. Josh stripped off his shirt loosened his jeans and pressed his naked chest against the younger man's back. Harley sucked in breath in reaction to the hot flesh. His reaction gave Butch just enough time to lose his own shirt and unbutton Harley's jeans. The two men running their hot hands and mouths over his body was having the desired effect on Harley. His sexual needs quickly came to the surface as his body responded to the advances of the two older men. Josh pushed the snug jeans down over the heavily muscled quads and moaned. "Shit that's a damn fine fuckable ass. I bet you were a wrestler." Harley couldn't respond with Butch's tongue back down his throat. He tried to nod. "Nice big beefy butt, thick legs, awesome calves, damn my cock is gonna feel good sliding in this butt." He twisted the man's head around to get some deep kissing as Butch finished undressing. "But we gotta get our meat nice and wet to go up that tight ass. On your knees fucker." Josh kicked the man's feet out from under him but Butch had him under his arms to keep him from crashing to the floor.

Harley came face to face with one fucking thick fat piece of mantool. Butch forced the still semi-soft cock into Harley's mouth and shouted at him to suck. Harley had no choice as strong hands held his head to the man's crotch. In minutes the big tool was rock hard and stretching the poor man's mouth wide. He held the cock deep against Harley gag trigger until the man relaxed enough to slide it all the way in. Josh walked away for a few moments to place a call. He returned, pulled off Harley's boots and jeans then ripped away the simple cotton briefs.

The men alternately face-fucked Harley until he no longer put up a fight. Butch raised the man's face to look into his eyes and leered. "Good pig, we're in control and you'll do whatever we need you to do." He slapped the man hard knocking him off balance and sending him sprawling across the floor. The beer had slowed him down enough to keep his wrestler response at bay. The two men picked him up and slammed him on the bed. Butch grabbed and pulled on the big nuts. Harley went to scream but had the shreds of his briefs stuffed into his mouth. Josh had him cuffed before he could recover to protect himself.

The bed pulled away from the wall so his head could drop down to the perfect level for throat fucking. Josh straddled his head. The blond man's dick was not nearly as thick but was above average in length. The underwear was yanked from his mouth. Butch slapped his nuts. "Now pig boy, you're going to suck my buddy's cock here or I slap your balls around even harder. And don't even think about biting. I can slice them off as easily as I can suck them. Beer or not, your prick is rock hard so that says to me, you like it rough. Now, you give Josh here some good cocksucking while I lube your pussy."

Harley let Josh's prick fill his mouth. The younger man wasn't nearly as rough as Butch but something still scared Harley. Butch stretched the boy's hole with multiple fingers and was about to try for his fist when the doorbell rang. "Good, more party favours for our guest."

Two more men walked in and greeted Josh and Butch. The two were somewhere in the early 40's, probably in good shape at one time, not unattractive but definitely not into taking the best care of themselves. Josh pulled out, slapped his cock back and froth across Harley's face and gloated. "Party's about to get good Harley boy. Show him what he's in for gentlemen." The two men stripped and a cold shudder went down Harley's spine. Even from his upside down position on the bed he could see two monster cocks waiting to be serviced. He tried to break his arms free but the cuffs held strong. He felt the hot hand slowly tighten on his nuts again. Sweat began to drip from his forehead.

"Good piggy. This little cock needs a bath." The first man dangled a foul smelling cock in Harley's face and brushed the head over the slightly swollen lips. "Open up or face the reality of singing soprano."

"Please don't." Butch slapped Harley hard. He thought he tasted blood. Tears dropped from Harley's eyes as he gave in to the four men. The shorter of the last two men began in earnest to face fuck the prone man. He stopped for a minute so the other man could show Harley what was about to assault his ass. Harley was about to protest when a hand tightened around his throat.

"You don't ever turn down someone who's your better. You got that scum?" He couldn't have responded if he wanted to as the foul cock slammed back down his throat. He felt more grease being shot into his ass, this time with some kind of a grease gun. The big cock in his mouth muffled his screams as the second man forced his way into his butt. Despite Butch and Josh having stretched and loosened him, his hole wasn't ready for the arm-sized cock invading his body. The man rode Harley's ass hard and long. He was glad when the man finally unloaded his cum deep in his ravaged butt. The other three men took their turns and then started all over again.

It was one in the morning when he stumbled back into his friend's apartment. His throat was raw from cock sucking and cum. His lips were swollen from abuse. One eye was bruised. His ass was on fire from the multiple fuckings with cocks and toys to which the four men subjected him repeatedly. He had no idea how many times he had something shoved up his ass. He looked at his bruised, cum and tear stained face in the mirror. How could two men who were so much his type have been so abusive and cruel? Sex with men was still a mystery to him. He wanted to understand why he liked the rough butch look, but why sex had to be so sadistic. The toothbrush hurt as he tried to clean his mouth. The antiseptic mouthwash almost made him scream but he held it in and endured.

His friend was up and long gone to work before a naked Harley stumbled to the kitchen for coffee. The image in the mirror just before he stepped into the shower scared him. His chest and back were bruised. His ass hole was swollen and puffy. He tried to pick up the phone and call Tank but when he tested his voice, he struggled to talk. His buddy had left him some coffee in the carafe and a note that he wanted to do dinner that night. What would his buddy think when he saw him? He spent some time online trying to find something help the pain and swelling in his ass but wasn't having any luck. The more his body ached, the angrier he got. He decided to face his tormentors and headed back to the bar at five, leaving a note for his friend that he would call to set a time for dinner. *****

Wednesday Evening

The same bartender was working when he entered the bar. He sat in the same spot as before. The bartender came over, plopped a beer down in front of him, took his chin in his hand and turned his face from side to side. He let out a long sigh.

"They worked you over didn't they?" Harley quietly nodded. "Damn, I wish you woulda called me." Harley fished the card from his pocket and smiled weakly.

"I should have, um, Dave." He squinted at the card through his good eye. "But they invited two other guys to join them and things got out of hand. I came in here tonight to confront them."

"I admire you for doing that but they ain't likely to set foot in this place tonight. Lots of guys know their scam. I'm sorry buddy I should have stopped you."

"Thanks. I was a little drunk and not thinking straight." The bartender smiled at him and went to help a customer. He came back and sipped a bottle of water while Harley nursed his beer.

"So what else happened?" Harley quickly told him what happened, showed him the bruises on his chest and back and sat down in a dejected state. "Hey, you take this and learn that there are a lot of assholes out there and you don't deserve to be treated like that, no one does. It'll make you stronger." He turned to wait on two men who had just walked in and quickly brightened. "Hey guys, how the hell are you? Long time no see. In town on business?" The two men leaned over and kissed the bartender. He motioned for them to sit near Harley. "My buddy Harley over here needs some cheering up."

The big blond man stuck out his hand and smiled. "Harley is it? I'm Bruce and this is my lover, Steve. We're here on business so do you mind of we sit and have a drink with you?" Harley motioned toward the stools and watched the two beefy men sit and order. Dave brought them drinks. "Dave makes a great martini but has the nelliest moves when he shakes it."

"Fuck you Daddy." Dave winked at him and turned to do his job.

Steve took a sip of his drink, bit his lip and carefully laid his hand on Harley's shoulder. "So how'd you get the shiner?" Harley looked at the two men and melted. His whole story poured out. Steve walked into the men's room with him to look at his bruises. Dave took one look at the man's face when he returned and started another round of drinks.

"Bruce, this man needs our help. What time you work to tonight Dave?" Dave motioned seven. "Harley, why don't you have dinner with us tonight, no strings attached. I have some cream in the hotel room to help your, um, butt problem and some other stuff that may help with the pain from the bruises."

"I'm meeting my friend, with whom I'm staying for dinner."

"Call him and invite him to join us, our treat, you too Dave. I think you need some friends to help you along tonight." Harley slowly shook his head and called his buddy. At seven, the four men left the bar and met up with Kevin. Dave and Kevin hugged and kissed.

"You didn't tell me you were staying with Kevin." Harley shrugged and took the kidding. "It's a small world in the gay village."

He explained his experiences from the night before one more time to Kevin as they walked the three blocks to the hotel where Bruce and Steve were staying. Steve excused them for two minutes while he helped Harley in the bathroom. Harley couldn't believe two men who he had just met were helping him. It was the complete opposite of the night before. The cream seemed to help almost immediately. Steve made him keep the tube.

Over dinner, Harley explained that he was head over heels in love with an older man and wanted to be his boy. He just didn't know how to go about telling him everything that was in his heart. The fact that he was asking a man who had spent years being a boy and slave to his former lover, was a stumbling block in Harley's mind. They helped him devise a plan to ask the man, express his feelings and demonstrate the sincerity of his love. Kevin thanked Bruce and Steve for dinner. He and Dave set off together toward Kevin's apartment.

Harley agreed to spend the next day with Bruce and Steve to develop his plan. They were finished with their business and had some things they wanted to do in Philadelphia while they had some time.

He turned to say goodnight and go back to the apartment. Bruce looked at the bruised but now calm face. "Why don't you spend the night with us? Not for sex. Although, if you want to see how someone with a bigger than average dick should make love to his partner, I'd gladly demonstrate." Harley shot them a quizzical look." "I'm not kidding. Rough sex doesn't have to be abusive and leave you torn up and bruised. Two men can do a lot with each other and not do damage." Harley was about to decline then gave in to his curiosity.

He watched in total amazement as Bruce made less then gentle love to Steve. Steve could happily accommodate the big 13inch cock ramming his ass and was none the worse for wear. Harley lay on the side of the bed in awe of the warmth and passion emanating from these two musclemen. They both shot volumes of hot cum on each other. Harley lost control of himself and began lapping at the gobs of manspunk on Steve's chest. Bruce pulled him to his knees straddling Steve's waist. The massive blond chest seared with heat against Harley's back. Bruce took Harley's cock in his hand and slowly jacked him off. Steve carefully played with the sore crusty nipples. Harley's breath became short gasps as he twisted to kiss Bruce. Steve slid out, sucked down Harley's throbbing cock and swallowed his load. It was almost eleven. Harley was a tired limp rag between the two men. The three men snuggled in the big bed and slept soundly through the night.

Joe lay on his back, his head slightly tilted back as Sam licked and nibbled on his neck. The young man's legs were doubled over as Sam slowly, rhythmically fucked his boy. A couple of times Sam looked down at the bigger than ever cock ramming the hot butt below him. Joe's ass was on fire. He moaned, pulling at the sides of the bed as Sam brought them both to a draining climax. Sam wiped the thick ribbons of cum from Joe's cut abs as the young man groaned happily from the touch. They kissed deeply as Joe eyed the clock. "It's eleven. We better get to sleep if we're going to be up early and on the road to the cabin."

Matt's fingers gripped the headboard as Steve ate his ass. Damn the man had talent. Steve straightened up and slid his hands up over Matt's hard furry chest. He played with the big dark brown nipples as his cock slid slowly home. Steve's long cock and Matt's hard beefy butt were made for each other. Matt would reach back and pull Steve deeper into him begging for more and wanting it harder. Steve knew not to touch Matt's cock. He wanted that reward after he had filled his lover's ass with is own juice. Matt overwhelmingly obliged. He collapsed on top of Steve, tasting his own cum in the deep kiss. "Damn that was good. You just keep getting better."

Steve pinched a sensitive nipple. "No, you just keep getting better. It's all I can do to not rip your jeans off and force my tongue up that butt every time I see it. You've been working hard to regain your leg and arm strength and it shows."

"Thanks. This butt's for you. Sorry. Damn, it's eleven, we better get some sleep if we're going to get up and run in the morning and then head to the cabin."

Turn about was fair play. Bill lay on his back, his big dick flopping in time to Ken's rhythm as he fucked his ass. Each hard thrust made the beefy black pecs bounce. Each bounce made Ken hotter. Bill pinched and twisted the large brown nipples on the blond man's chest. Adjusting the amount of pressure on the nips, adjusted the thrust of the big cock splitting his ass. He pulled Ken down to kiss him. Ken's cock hit the right spot and pushed Bill over the edge. The man arched his back and rolled his ass in a flexible move that sucked the dick deeper into his ass. His clenching butt sucked a thick load of cum from Ken. The two men stretched out in each other's arms. Ken lay with his head on Bill's chest occasionally licking at the big dark nip. "Fuck, what time did Steve and Matt want to run? It's eleven, we better get some sleep.

It was nine in the morning when the little caravan took off from Pittsburgh to Sam and Joe's cabin. They made a quick stop at Starbucks where they met up with the second wave of pilgrims. Joe was about to get into Sam's truck when he spotted Swede pulling into the parking lot. He waved and ran over to say hello. All eyes in the convoy of vehicles were on Swede. It was a moderately warm morning and the fleece pullover he wore did little to camouflage the big thick body. A smiling Swede squeezed Joe's shoulder as he turned to run back to the truck.

"I told him we were away this weekend but if the new pump came in and he wanted to work on it he could. However, there are some wiring issues about which he has questions so he may wait, damn cell phone, until we get back. Hello." Sam glanced at Joe as Tony and Bear snickered from the second seat. "No, that's Swede the pool guy. I don't know, I think he's straight."

Sam shook his head. "Wanna bet every car checks in to ask who that big blond guy is?" It was another 30 minutes of phone calls from the other cars before speculation quieted down.

Joe sipped his coffee. "Guess we better find out his story before it drives them all nuts."

Tony looked at Sam in the mirror. "He's gay, that's obvious?"

Joe turned to look back at him as Bear rolled his eyes. "Now how do you know that?"

"I think there was a leather flag sticker on the back bumper wasn't very big and you had to look for it among all the other bumper stickers. If I didn't know better after first glance at that bumper, I woulda thought a lesbian owned the truck."

Bear dropped his head. "And why is that?"

"All the political bumper stickers...."

"Oh never mind."

It was one pee stop and miles later when the convoy rolled up the new gravel driveway of the cabin. Sam and Joe were floored. Cesar, LJ and their crew had rebuilt the drive and created parking areas away from the cabin so they wouldn't interfere with the beauty of the setting. The cabin was wearing a new shingle room, the gutters and downspouts had been rehung, and a new entry deck and stairs had been installed at the side door. Tank and company came out to meet and greet everyone.

Names and hugs were exchanged as the two groups mingled. Even the straight guys hugged. Gus got groped by a couple of the men and just rolled with the punches. Tank gave them the new tour and wowed them further. The main floor had been gutted and was ready for the new kitchen. Andy was prepped for Bill and Scott to help with the new wiring. Header showed them the empty new rooms that would be full baths on the second floor and in the basement. Scott wandered through the basement asking questions.

Tank pulled a drawing from a corner cupboard. "This is the furnace room and that is the new furnace and hot water heater you men have to install. This is the new improved bathroom with a shower big enough for oh six men. Maybe only three of you guys. And you have a playroom going in over there behind that new framework."

Sam stood in another square framed room. "What's this? I don't remember what was here? Storage?"

Andy beamed. "Nope, we plan to have that whole wall over there for built-in storage. The area where you're standing is a sauna. Tank scarfed up a sauna heater and threw it in in exchange."

Gus put up his hand. "In exchange for what we don't need to know. We have innocent teenagers here."

Dave looked around. "I know you aren't talking about the boys who came with us."

The second floor was gutted and ready for new everything. The men oohed and ahhed over the work that had been done and what the place would be when it was finished. Cesar and LJ led everyone back outside to where the new picnic pavilion was to be built next to the soon to be refurbished outdoor kitchen. Decking to replace the porch overlooking the creek sat on one side next to a temporary camp-cooking site where some of Cesar's crew was preparing lunch.

The men intermingled eating lunch and sharing stories. Gus, Dave and the boys were quickly welcomed into the mostly gay work crew. Afterwards, everyone changed clothes and started in on the work. Tank's men tried to be discrete but were more than curious about the men who had come to help with the rehab. John and Buzz once again arrive a bit later because John had pulled another long shift to get time off. Work almost came to a halt as Tank's men checked out John changing from his police uniform to work clothes. Tank just shook his head and commented to Sam. "You'd think these men ain't never seen a cop out of uniform. Hell, I'm betting most of them sucked more than a few off to get out of speeding tickets."

Tank had a work board set up in the main room near the fireplace. Everyone had an assignment and a team leader from his crew. Those of Sam's friends, who came along unexpected, were quickly given work and no time was lost. The work went on until five to get as much done as possible. Sam was glad to pay overtime to get the cabin finished sooner. A tired and weary crew fell into a long caravan of trucks back to Tank's compound. He had another sheet of room assignments ready. Header and Andy played cruise directors and got everyone settled. Some of Tank's men brought sleeping bags to make sure they would be part of the after hours fun. It wasn't long before men made new friends. Tank doubted anyone would have to use a sleeping bag.

Clean up was a concern for Sam. This many men would surely put a strain on Tank's hot water tank but the big man had prepared for that knowing his work crews of the past. He had all his vehicles parked outside the three-car garage. The garage subbed as a locker room when he had big jobs and had to bring in extra men. There was one whole side set up with showers and sinks. Some tables and chairs were brought in on which people could set supplies. Toilets were available in a separate room. An extra washing machine and dryer sat off to one side. Even though it was the first weekend in May, the weather was cooling off as the sun set. Header turned on overhead heaters and soon had the garage toasty and warm. The place was spotless.

Tank had herded the teenagers to the bathrooms inside not wanting them to be a part of any activity they didn't need to be. Ron and Tim looked a bit forlorn. Gus and Dave gave in and told them they could use the shower room with all the other `mos. The boys fit right in and were excited to be included. LJ, naked as a furry bear could be, became the designated coach. He kept everyone moving and organized. Dirty towels went right into the washer. Dirty clothes were gathered for another load and dirty work boots were lined up near the door to keep Tank's house from getting too messy. Naked men milled about in various states of arousal. No one in this group had anything to worry about and no reason to be shy.

Tank was inside trying to explain to Sam and Joe that they need not worry about feeding this crew. Tank had made arrangements with a local brewpub to cater dinner. The restaurant crew arrived while men were showering. The owner of the pub knew what might be going on and only sent his gay and gay-friendly workers. It was a festive party atmosphere but everyone knew with the work ahead the next couple of days, it couldn't be a late night. Still, not everyone was in bed asleep right away.

Tank had the fireplace going and relaxed in his favourite chair next to Sam and Joe. The sounds of rutting men could be heard above the crackle of the flames.

Tank took a long swig of his beer. "One thing for sure. This house ain't soundproof. Not that I would want it to be."

Joe giggled knowing full well that he would soon happily be on the receiving end of Sam and Tank's attention. "Sam, so what was in that box you dragged along?"

Sam tiled his head slightly and smiled coyly. "Nothing for you to worry about. I'll share it with everyone tomorrow night when we have a bit more time. I say we hit the hay. Joe?" The young man was halfway to the bedroom and naked by time Sam and Tank walked in to find him waiting on the bed, lube in hand.

Sam sighed and turned to Tank. "Were you feeling frisky?"

"Nah, I'm feeling a bit tired myself." The two men took their time stripping and climbing into bed. They had Joe convinced nothing was going to happen until Tank's stiff boner poked Joe in the ass. "Okay, so maybe I lied."

Header, Andy, Rob and Carlos were up early preparing breakfast for the throng. The truck convoy, and a few errant cars, was on the way to the campsite for a 7:30 work start.

A little before noon, another big black Ford pickup wound its way back to the camp from the main road. Sam stopped painting long enough to motion to Joe and then Tank. "These are our friends, Bruce and Steve. The guys who got us all the kitchen and bathroom stuff." Tank looked out at the two large men in jeans getting out of the truck.

"That's a lawyer and accountant? Damn. I been hiring the wrong people. Is Bruce the blond? Holy mother, how big is that sumbitch?"

Sam chuckled. "It's big, HUGE. But as big as the dick is, the ego is the opposite. Uh, these guys ponied up and paid for lunch today."

"Sam, you have great friends."

"And I'm glad to count you as one of them." They headed out to meet the new arrivals as a lunch truck made its way up the drive. Tank greeted them with open arms and not so discrete gropes. Bruce paid the lunch crew and within minutes, the men were chowing down. Tank had allotted an hour lunch break but most everyone was back to work in 30 minutes to make as big a dent in the work list as possible. Bruce and Steve were blown away by what was happening.

Andy, Bill and Scott had installed a new hot water heater and furnace and were roughing in plumbing lines to the kitchen and basement bath. Header had one crew doing new drywall over the electric wiring Andy and guys had installed the day before. They were on time to have all the electric, insulation and drywall done by the end of the day. Steve and Ken were busily installing kitchen and bath fixtures with the help of Officer John and Buzz. There were more men working outside, others working to install replacement windows and still more just working to keep up with clean up from the frenetic crew.

Tank was updating his project list when he heard the telltale rumble of a large bike in the driveway. Sam looked out, saw the tricked out bike and looked back at Tank. The big man took a deep breath. "Harley. Damn he sits a fine bike. Well, Sam, it's time I went right out and put things on the line. Shit look at him. I'll be stiff as a statue by the time I get out there."

Sam shrugged. "It'll help drive home the point." He waved his hand. "Okay, maybe later. Bad, bad pun."

Tank slowly walked out to meet Harley and gave him a quick hug and kiss. Sam, Joe and several others followed. The men milled around Harley's bike complimenting him on the beautiful machine. Two men came out of the cabin and walked around Tank and Sam.

Harley's mouth dropped. A big smile spread across his face followed by a hearty laugh. "Bruce? Steve?"

"Harley?" The three men hugged, kissed and laughed. Bruce stood between Harley and most of the men who had gathered to see what was going on. Tank looked totally bewildered. "This is the man you were telling us about?" He pointed at an even more confused Tank.

Harley grinned. "Yep, that's `im. You think he lives up to what I said?"

Steve walked over and rubbed Harley's back. "Every bit and more. And this is no better place to do what we discussed?" He motioned to the array of big, masculine men covered in dust, dirt and mud. "I couldn't think of a better group of men to have as witnesses."

Harley nodded, handed him his gloves and turned back to Tank. "I agree."

Tank looked at the young man in full leather standing in front of him and felt his nuts stir. "Where'd you get that black eye son? Surely not at a funeral."

"NO sir. I have a lot to tell you, some of which I'm not very proud. A lot happened this past week. But I met these two fine men in Philadelphia and they helped get me organized." As he talked, he unzipped his leather jacket, slid it off and handed it to Steve. He wore only a full leather harness underneath over his taut muscular wrestler's body. The bruises from his experience a few nights before stood out on his clean skin. Tank looked at the bruises and back at Harley. "I'm okay sir, believe me. I'm better than I have been in a month." He slid off his leather bandana and tried to get his fresh flattop to stand up. "Didn't have time to get my hair done." The men laughed and teased him about his do.

Tank stood firmly in front of the young man, feet planted about two feet apart. He held his right elbow in his left hand as he stroked his goatee. The black T-shirt was dusty and his old jeans, worn with a few rips. The worn material did little to hide the growing interest of his dick for Harley. "Son, what are you doing?"

"What I should have been smart enough to do two weeks ago. You kept trying to talk to me and I kept skirting the issue. I was being a bonehead." He dropped to his knees in front of the big man, bent forward and kissed each of Tank's dusty work boots. "Sir. Tank, sir. I'm just a humble kid with a lot to learn in life. A whole lot. But I came to realize that if I didn't take this chance, I might regret it for a long, long time. Sir, I know you been through a helluva a lot what with the loss you suffered by losing Sam. Not you Sam, the other Sam. Anyway. I know you might not exactly want this since you served a fine man for many years. Many."

Tank laughed. "Don't push your luck with the many's Harley."

"Sir, I'm asking you to please accept me as your humble son and partner. If you want me to be your slave, I will. If you want me to be a boy to your Dad, I will. I will do and be whatever you want of me. Please sir, say yes." Harley stayed in position on the gravel kneeling at Tank's feet. What seemed like an eternity to him passed before he felt Tank's hand on his head and a drop of water hit the dusty toe of his work boot.

Tank very quietly looked down at the humble young man before him. "Yes, Harley. Nothing would make me happier. Get up here." Harley slowly stood. Tank enveloped him in his big arms and held him in a long embrace and deep kiss. The workmen cheered and for the next 10 minutes everyone crowded in to congratulate them and exchange kisses, hugs and slaps on the back. Harley jumped up to wrap his legs around Tank to plant another hard firm kiss. "Uh, gees, Harley...um, you may...oh, need to get, damn...down...fuck, too late." Tank's body spasmed as he gripped Harley to him even tighter. He nestled his head on the young man's shoulder and laughed. "Damn you. I just shot a load in my jeans."

Harley jumped down. "Uh huh?" He watched a wet spot form off to one side at the end of the big prick. "I hope there's more for later."

Sam came over to kid them. "Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that."

Tank slipped his arm around his new love's neck and smiled. "Well, I'm glad you're back. And I'm glad you had the balls to do this, more than you know, but we got us a shitload of work to do. Son, you can't work dressed like that."

Harley smiled. "Sure can." He removed his chaps and harness, folded them neatly and placed them in his bags, then stood bare-chested before Tank in the cool breeze. "If you tell me to put a shirt on, I will, otherwise, I'm inclined to work naked to serve you sir."

"Uh, no jeans are fine. You may need a shirt though cause things are going to get cooler this afternoon. Why don't you help Joe and Buzz?" Harley walked over to the two young men and walked away, each of them talking a mile a minute.

Sam smirked and looked directly at Tank. "Okay, you may regret putting those three together."

Officer John walked over and pointed at the trio. "That can't be good."

Tank laughed and slapped the two men soundly on their backs. "What could possibly happen?"

John and Sam slowly turned back around. "I bet you dinner, Tank won't be able to walk come morning. No, we'd be betting on the same thing eh? Nevermind."

Tank waved his hand at the two men. "Aw, you're making them sound evil. Those three don't have an evil bone among them."

Sam shrugged and smiled. "Maybe not evil in the political whacko kind of way but when it comes to sexually possessed, well then."

John slowly nodded. "Truly creative evil genius."

Tank looked back at them as he walked back into the house. "Aw, you're both being silly." A few minutes later he looked out the window to where Joe, Buzz and Harley were working. The three were still chatting up a storm. Sam let out an evil laugh from the driveway. Tank just waved him off again and smirked.

Officer John and Buzz slipped away about three and returned at four with a trunk load of beer and soft drinks. The crew broke off work at four and relaxed with a couple of drinks before heading back to Tank's for another session in the locker room -- garage. Cesar had asked men what they wanted for dinner and was taking suggestions. Steve and Matt went one step further and collected money from everyone except the guys who had already paid for food. Cesar, LJ, Matt, Steve, Rob and Carlos hit the grocery store on the way back to Tank's. The woman at the checkout joked with them about feeding an army. LJ just smiled and said, yes, we are.

The shoppers thought they would be the last to hit the showers but many of the men went back to grab a workout in Tank's gym. The gym couldn't accommodate everyone so workouts were in shifts. Tank passed on the workout but wandered through a couple of times just to inhale. He walked into the family room with a beer and flopped down next to Header and Andy. "Ah yes, man sweat, is there a better smell? Where's Harley?"

Andy gestured toward the gym. "Downstairs working out, you must have missed him."

Tank squeezed his hard cock in his jeans. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

Both men shook their heads in disgust. In unison they teased him. "Save it. The guy's expecting a big ride tonight. Don't disappoint him."

The cooking crew made several pans of lasagna, huge bowls of veggies and a tub of salad. They finally got their turn in the shower while things baked. At seven, everyone lined up for a quick word of grace and the buffet line. Men were everywhere eating and quietly talking.

Sam sipped wine from several bottles Bruce had brought along. "This is the quietest this group has been all day."

Andy looked around at the assorted beefy men and boys. "Yeah, well, this won't last long."

Sam asked Joe to gather some of the guys in Tank's big office den. He went back to the room to retrieve the box about which Joe was so curious. He pulled the framed picture from the top of the chest of drawers and walked back into the office. Everyone was enjoying drinks before dessert and basking in the glory of a job well done that day. Sam walked over to Gus and rubbed his arm.

"A couple of weeks ago when we were here for the first time, we had a bit of a surprise. Well, a couple of them. First, Joe and Tank are distant relatives and I'm sure by now you've noticed the resemblance." Gus looked back and forth. His mouth dropped open as did Bruce, Steve's and Dave. "Joe's hoping he inherited the right genes to grow up like Tank some day."

"Not if I keep eating this lasagna." Sam rolled his eyes at his lover's inhaling of the food.

"So we have a lot to piece back together about the mysteries on Joe and Tank's side of the family. And then there's this." Sam handed Gus the picture frame and waited. The big man studied the picture and slowly ran his hand over the frame. He looked up at Sam and then back at the print. Dave sat next to him and looked over his shoulder. His mouth dropped open. Gus sat on the edge of the sofa with tears streaming down his face. He slowly got up and walked over to Tank. The two men looked deeply into each other's eyes.

Gus tapped the picture. "This is Ted. He was in my unit. You were in another unit near us. But you didn't look like this then. And I was all of maybe 19. We all got split up as things went on and got fucked up in `Nam. You're Joe. I knew there was a Joe but I got injured and shipped home. Lost touch with so many guys. Oh god." The two men collapsed into each other's arms and wept. Gus took a deep breath and turned back to Sam. "How do you explain this Sam?"

"I talked to my father last week and in this box are copies of a bunch of pictures I thought Tank might want, but first. This is me at about the same age as Ted would have been then. I'm just a little beefier from football."

Gus and Tank looked at the photo. Gus blinked and fought back more tears. "Holy fucking mother of...you could be twins."

"That's because I'm also related to Ted. He was an older cousin that I didn't know very well."

Dave looked at Sam and grinned. "Yeah, I remember. Dad had a brother who moved to the west coast and we never really kept in very good touch. Our family was not particularly close. I never thought much of it when our uncle died. We didn't make the trip to the funeral, cross-country and all. And I never connected the pieces that Ted had died in Vietnam. I actually remembered very little of it until now." Dave Jr. sat next to his father and looked at all the older men.

"You have to promise me that we won't end up a family like that." His father slipped his arm around his boy.

"I'll do everything in my power. Fortunately, Sam and I don't seem to have the same familial problems our father and his siblings had. Even though he is a big dork." Sam faked a laugh back at him.

Tank walked over and knelt down in front of Dave Jr. "But it all works out for a reason. See we're all reconnecting so we can start as family all over again. That's great. I lost Ted in Nam and never felt I had any connection to anyone from his family since then. I never had much info to go on and was so distraught, I didn't try. We can rebuild a family. Everything is meant to be."

Sam rubbed the big man's shoulders and went back to comfort Gus. "Looks like your being a part of this group has a reason too. Funny how that all works out." Sam rummaged through the box. He stopped to look at one every now and then. "There are some other ones in here that my Dad thought you might like. He figured you didn't have much more of Ted than a war torn memory. So we need to get you an album."

"Sam, I don't know what to say."

"Nothing yet. I'm not finished. You see this west coast branch of the family has another link. Ted had an older brother who escaped being drafted to Nam and tried to get his brother to move to Canada with him. Even though John didn't need to go there to avoid the draft, he figured he could convince Ted to go if he had a relative already there. So, John moved to Toronto. I did a whole lot of searching on line and found we have a bunch of cousins about which we didn't know. John had a ton of kids. He was quite prolific at having kids. Obviously the straight gene worked well there. I managed to dig through a bunch of stuff our Dad had buried in the basement. Photos and family records that came back to him when his brother died. That's where a lot of these pictures of Ted came from including this one of John." Sam handed Tank the picture and stood back.

"Fine looking man. Good looks run in your family men. Damn good genetics. So what's the connection? I'm confused."

Harley looked over his shoulder and took the picture out of his hand. The young man stood back a second. His lips trembled and his hand shook. "That's my Dad." Tank looked back at the picture and then deep into Harley's eyes.

"Oh my god. But how? You said your father worked at the Harley plant in York, but he was living in Toronto? I'm getting more confused by the traveling your family did. Sam?"

Harley looked at the picture and slowly smiled. "He moved here for a short time for the job, then returned to Canada cause he felt it better met his lifestyle. Central PA was just too conservative for him. I was actually born in Toronto but Dad loved bikes so he named me Harley. I felt I needed to come to Pennsylvania when I finished college to find my ties. And I found you."

Tank rubbed his arm. "So Sam, you're saying that two of the men in my life, whom I love, were related?"

Sam searched for another picture. "All three actually." He glanced at the photo in his hand then handed it to Harley.

The man laughed. "Shit. That's me as a baby. My mom was showing off my big dick. I guess on a baby it's pretty big. But?"

Tank took the pic. "From what I've seen the dick is still pretty big." His face clouded over and a tear slid down his face. He pointed at the man standing to one side in the picture. "That's my Sam."

Harley closed his eyes and fell against Tank. "That's my uncle on my mother's side."

Sam giggled. "Tank. When you infiltrate a family you really go all out."

Tank slipped is arm around Harley and kissed the side of his head. Most of the men had crowded into the office den to hear the story unfold. "I'll be jiggered. Every man I've loved has been related somehow. It feels so incestuous."

Harley pulled back a bit. "That doesn't mean we aren't going to not...."

"Hell no, we're gonna fuck like bunnies." A big smile spread across Harley's face. "Not this minute son." Harley shrugged and everyone laughed.

"So Sam, you aren't going to tell me now that you and I are related?"

"No. I'm still researching your and Joey's side of the family. I thought Dave and I had gypsies for relatives. You guys have family everywhere. I'll get back to you. This stuff takes time. I was surprised the trail was as easy to follow once my Dad provided the first few pictures."

Tank kissed and hugged Sam. "I will always treasure these pictures. I have a few from Ted and some from Sam. I need to get them all organized and start building a chapter with Harley."

"Exactly. That's why I have Dave Jr. taking photos. I thought it would be cool to record the transformation of the cabin, especially learning what I did. Then Harley shows up in leather and harness and well, it just got better. So, guys, when Dave asks to take your picture, please let him. You're all important to us. We want to record this."

The rest of the evening was spent with everyone getting to know everyone better. Ties built through friendship are often stronger than family. If those ties just happen to be family, in this group, so much the better. Everyone took responsibility for keeping Tank's place clean and organized. By the time the last of the men made their way off to a night of not sleeping, things were clean and spotless.

Header and Andy headed back to their cottage followed by Ken and Bill. They watched Andy struggling with his crutches but kept things upbeat. Still it wasn't about to stop them from an evening of sexual exploration.

Sam and Joe had offered to bunk in with someone else to give Tank and Harley some privacy. Harley wouldn't have it.

"I've hit a couple of speed bumps to get to the heart of this man. I would be honoured to have you, and Officer John and Buzz, witness our first time together. Yeah, I know it's sorta weird and kinky but for some really strange reason I can't explain, I want you there." Harley stripped and knelt before Tank. He unbuttoned the man's worn jeans and pulled the big cock free. "Sir. I meant everything I said earlier today about being whatever you want of me. Right now sir, please let me serve you and pleasure you. IN other words sir...you gotta fuck my brains out."

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