Starting Again

Starting Again Chapter 23 by lennoxbear@gmail.com

Earlier Friday

It was a very busy Friday for a pool maintenance company in early May. Swede and his two staff were each handling maintenance issues at different school districts. Plus, they were doing seasonal checkups on numerous customers who wanted to get a jump-start on the season in order to be ready for the Memorial Day weekend. Swede had a list of potential new customers waiting for service but would need to find at least a part time employee to provide just basic cleaning services. He was exhausted by lunchtime when he caught up with one of his men for a quick bite. He squeezed in a couple of appointments in the afternoon to do maintenance estimates bidding them a bit higher than usual just in case. If he did have to hire, he needed to be able to pay. Right now, he wasn't so sure he could handle any more work.

His men called him around four saying they were finished with the big commitments for the day. They each took a couple of appointments for estimates that they felt they could do either on their way home or Saturday morning. Swede was elated about the potential growth of his business but worried about finding someone dependable to hire.

It was five o'clock when he finished an extra appointment. The second one he had wanted to do wasn't available until the next day. It didn't matter. He decided he had had enough. Two of his long time buddies called about doing happy hour. The matter then became whether or not to run home, shower and go out or just stop on the way home. Since they were already on their way to the bar, he opted to tough it out. He wasn't any sloppier than many of the hardworking regulars at the sports bar where they liked to go on Fridays. And what's a little manly funk?

They still teased him a bit when he walked in still in his beat-up jeans and company T-shirt. Didn't matter. The shirt did an excellent job of showing off his thick buff upper body and was good advertising. And the jeans did wonders for his ass. They were on their second beer when one of them points out a woman a couple of seats away with her eyes on Swede. She wore a low cut knit top that did little to cover her massive breasts.

"Man, she is giving you the eye big time. Look at the tits on her. Those can't be real."

Swede shot him a nasty look then smiled. "You're a bit rude but I concur. Wonder how much they cost?" He finished his beer and headed to the men's room. She watched closely as he walked by getting full view of his beefy butt. On the way back to his stool she leaned back and stopped him. He casually smiled and looked down at her. Damn, those were some prime boobs. They chatted for a few minutes until he excused himself to retrieve his beer. His friends growled their approval as he walked back to her stool to resume the conversation. Twenty minutes later he winked at his buddies as they passed on their way out of the crowded bar. His friends made faces of lust as he passed. Others at the bar couldn't help but notice the woman with the big breasts and the young built man with an obvious bulge in his jeans.

He paid for the motel room and walked back around to meet her. He noticed that she was just a tad drunk as he unlocked the door. She lurched forward giggling and trying not to fall. He caught her and as she fell against him grabbed his cock in his jeans.

"Is this in proportion to your height?"

He blushed a bit and smiled. "Yes. Why don't you get comfortable? I'm going to rinse off quickly since I didn't get a chance to go home after work." She struggled with her shoes as he stripped. He had no reason to be shy and let her get a good look as headed for the shower. She was naked and sprawled across the bed when he came back into the room. She looked her best to be alluring but it didn't matter with the size of her tits. He slid up between her legs and kissed each large brown nipple.

"Aren't these wonderful? I had them done about 18 months ago. Best thing I ever did. Took me a while to get used to them. Keep wanting to topple over." She laughed at her own joke then shivered as Swede made soft love to each one. As he tried to kiss her, she maneuvered herself so she could lift her legs for his entry. "Let me check the equipment. Damn. You weren't kidding. It is in proportion. Mmm and tasty." She sucked his cock knob occasionally raking the tender head with her teeth. She didn't seem to be much into sucking it down and settled for just working the head as she played with his swelling nuts. She flopped back, tits bouncing and licked her lips. "It's wet but you may need to use some of this cream. Fuck me honey. Fuck me damn hard." After the beer he had sucked down, he was only too happy to oblige. But he wasn't drunk enough to not work to bring her off too. Each slam of his cock bounced her big tits back and forth. It took about an hour of heavy duty fucking, by then she was leaking his hot spunk from her tight pussy. She couldn't have cared less that they didn't use a condom. "Hell, I never want kids. Had myself spayed and neutered a few years back. My ex bought me these before running off with some younger bimbo." She cupped her breasts and held them up squeezing them so the nipples swelled up and out.

"Sorry he left you."

"Ahhh, don't be. His dick wasn't half of yours. After I got my tits done I was glad he left. I get to go out now and meet men a couple of times a week. Getting more dick than I ever got from him. Honey, I gotta run. Meeting my mom for dinner. Mind if I freshen up before I go?"

"No, help yourself." He watched her bounce, literally, to the bathroom. The tits might be firm but the ass would be sagging in a couple more years. He stayed lounging on the bed while she got herself together. Before she left she dropped to her knees and sucked his big dick.

"Damn, you're a really good fuck for a young kid. All that muscle and a big dick! Hope I run into you again. Maybe next time we can go back to my place." She picked up her purse and walked out.

He flipped through the TV channels and idly played with his dick. Getting off one time just wasn't enough. Sadly, fucking someone as good-looking with as big tits as she had, didn't make him feel any better. He was still horny and bored. He was contemplating jacking off an hour later as he watched some sports highlights program. His dick was hard and ready. It was only 7:00, he hadn't eaten and the beer had only made his hunger worse. Dejected, he stood up to stretch and get ready to leave. As he turned toward the bathroom, there was a light knock on the door. The two people he saw through the peephole standing outside the door, made his dick go instantly hard again. A woman in her early thirties with her hair piled on top of her head was blocking his view of the man behind her. He cautiously opened the door. The set of tits he saw were even bigger than the ones he had just fucked. She smiled warmly and giggled nervously.

"Hi, I'm Becky and this is my husband James. We just saw Marge in the bar and she told us how good you were. Well, pardon us but we saw you at the bar and my husband would love to watch you fuck me."

"Is this some kind of a joke? Are my buddies out here? Did they put you up to this? He leaned out to look around the door and into the parking lot. Anyone, passing by would have gotten a great view of a perfectly built young man with a full throbbing erection.

"No really." The man stepped forward and glanced down at Swede's bobbing cock. "Um, look, uh, what can I say? I get off by watching other men fuck my wife. It makes our marriage work." Swede looked at the handsome well-built man. Things didn't add up in his head but his cock stayed hard.

"Sorry, but I don't think I'm inter..."

"Please, she'd be happy. You'd be doing me a favour, please." Swede looked again at the dark handsome man, in a tight blue polo shirt and jeans. He looked way better than his wife. Despite the biggest set of tits he had ever seen. He was just drunk enough to say yes. She pushed past him giggling as he turned. The man brushed against Swede in the doorway. Their eyes locked as he passed.

"Like I said, I'm Becky and this is James. And we figured you must be the Swede whose truck we saw outside."

"That would be me, yes." She undid the tie around her waist and the loose wraparound dress fell open and to the floor. She was beautifully built with enormously huge tits. Swede had no idea but figured them to be 42 or 44 inches and fat. Her tiny waist made them look even more out of proportion. "Look, maybe this isn't such a good idea."

James stood behind him with is hand in the small of his back. "No please, let her show you what she can do. Honey." Becky dropped to her knees and swallowed Swede's young prick in one gulp. Swede felt an electric shock as she began sucking his sensitive tool. James leaned closer. "She sucks one helluva cock. Go ahead, play with them." He stood behind Swede and put his hands on the huge fleshy balloons. Swede could feel the husband's hard cock in his jeans and his hot breath on his back. "Wait till you rub it between them." Becky worked Swede's tool until she felt him tremble, then backed off. James now naked body pressed next to Swede's He looked down to see a thick eight inch uncut cock, throbbing hard next to his. She sucked both of them back and forth. He watched as she stretched her mouth to accommodate her husband's super thick cock.

He looked up to find James looking only at him. Becky stroked both dicks and sucked each one back and forth. Swede stared at the intense eyes and leaned closer. James lips brushed his. Swede pressed forward and let James tongue push in and search his mouth.

"That's what your cock needs to be doing to her cunt." James whispered as he licked at Swede's neck. Becky got up and lay on her back on the bed. Her humongous tits flopped to either side. Swede sucked the swollen nipples until she was writhing and moaning. She rolled under him and knelt to allow him to fuck her doggie style. James lounged in a chair he had moved beside the bed and watched as Swede rhythmically fucked his wife. A few minutes into the sex scene and James got up out of the chair to slide in behind Swede. His big cock nestled between Swede's round butt cheeks. His hands came up to cup the hard round pecs. Swede slammed Becky even harder until she was shaking with orgasms. Her rocking body and James hot kisses on the back of his neck pushed Swede past control. His cum rocketed deep into her wet pussy as James wrapped his arms tightly around him. He collapsed on top of the panting woman. James drove his tongue deep inside Swede's tight ass. Swede heard himself moan in response and his cock stayed stiff.

"Stay inside. Don't worry, everything's fine." James lovingly caressed Swede's muscular back and butt holding Swede deep inside his delirious wife. A few minutes later she slumped deeper into to the bed and sighed.

"Oh honey, that was one damn good fuck. You really found my spot. We gotta run into you again. You mind if I let James fuck me?" Swede blinked and shook his head no as her husband slid in and finished her off. A minute later as Swede watched, James shot another load into her sloppy cunt and dropped forward to brace himself on his thick arms. She smiled and slid out from under him.

"I need to fix my make up."

James collapsed on the bed and pulled Swede to him. "I bought her those tits for her birthday a couple of years ago, they're grotesque. But she wants them even bigger. Any bigger and she'll have to carry them around in a wheel barrow."

"I don't get this arrangement." James smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. He reached over to get his pants and pulled a business card from his wallet. Swede recognized the name of one of the biggest law firms in the city on the card. James pushed him back and slid his hot hands over Swede's muscles. Swede looked at James own hard thick gym body and struggled for words.

"My firm is not the most open minded. So, I have Becky as my wife. She can go out and do damn well whatever she wants with whomever she wants. Occasionally, I get to find a man for here who does it for me. But at work functions, well we're quite the center of conversation."

"Oh. You mean you don't get to do what you really want very often?"

James sighed. "No, sometimes on a business trip. I'd kill to be able to live openly. I workout, I run, I jack off, I help my slutty wife pick up men. Pretty sad when you think about it. Look, Swede, I'll pay you double to maintain our pool. If you do it in a speedo or naked maybe triple, just to get to look at you. I won't even touch you."

"I don't think so. I don't think I can, you know. I mean I have a lot of gay men as clients, and I don't mind showing off but I don't think I could do this again. Sorry."

"You don't have to. I'll make sure she's away when you come over. Please think about it." Swede was about to argue against the proposal when James kissed him passionately.

"Did you ever think it might be better to find another firm where you don't have to hide what you are?"

James took a deep breath. "Yeah. But I am not ready to give up the money right now. Please Swede think about it." He was about to say no again when Becky came out of the bathroom completely dressed and ready to go."

"Honey, we need to go get something to eat now. Go get cleaned up. I'll meet you in the bar." She smiled sweetly at Swede as if they were passing in a coffee shop and spun out the door.

"Do you mind if I shower?" Swede shook his head no. James stood up and smiled longingly at the young man. His lean perfectly cut muscular body was a study in shadows in the dimly lit room. "So you're saying you don't really do men?"

"No. I mean, I've thought about it, but I've never, not that I don't think you're attractive, but..."

"It's OK. I still want you to come do my pool. You're too beautiful to let go away." He went into the bathroom and started the shower. Swede got up from the bed, slid James' business card into his jeans and walked into the bathroom.

"Mind if I join you?" James walked back into the bar 20 minutes later. His wife sipped her martini and smiled at her handsome husband. He seemed to be more relaxed and didn't seem to be wearing underwear.

Swede dropped the motel room key in the return box, climbed into his truck and headed back to his apartment complex. His mind was racing a mile a minute. Despite several beers and having gotten off three times, he couldn't relax. He was hungry but restless, nothing that a quick swim wouldn't help. He walked over to the complex pool and let himself into the locked facility. No one was there on a Friday night so he dropped his jeans, adjusted his tiny suit and made a long dive into the pool. He swam several laps before settling into a leisurely relaxed pace. Even while swimming, his mind wandered back to the two women he had fucked and to James. He thought about James and how trapped he seemed in his job and life. His cock stiffened even in the cool water. An older couple came into the pool room. The woman smiled and waved pleasantly as she walked to the hot tub.

The man whom Swede assumed was her husband sat down in a lounge chair to watch the young man swim laps. Swede wasn't sure how old he was but the front of his swim trunks began to bulge. The man got up and executed a perfect dive into the pool. He swam up close to Swede, surfaced and said hello. Swede draped his arms over the side of the pool and introduced himself, not wanting to appear unfriendly. The older man swam close and made small talk as he leaned on the pool's edge. Swede felt his hand carefully grope his suit.

"Sorry. Already been there tonight. Just working off some energy."

"Too bad. She's as blind as a bat from there. Well, some other time. Anytime you need head." Swede thanked him. The man watched closely as Swede pulled himself out of the water, dried off, slipped his shoes back on and headed back to his apartment. He chuckled to himself as he walked along the breezy sidewalk. First James, now this. Maybe there was something he was missing here.

Tank's Place

Harley thought Joe and Buzz were going to scrub his body to the bone. "Guys, I think Tank likes a little funk."

Joe scowled. "There's a time for everything, this isn't a time for that." The three young men chatted like school girls over Harley's budding romance with Tank. "Could we make this anymore Harlequin?"

Harley winced at some of the still sore bruises on his body. "No, I'd prefer Colt or some old Drummer story if you don't mind." Buzz was cleaning up the mess they had made splashing water everywhere. "I gotta thank you guys for giving me the best lesson I have ever had on keeping myself clean for Tank."

Buzz chuckled. "Well, consider this a gift to you to start your new life. You okay? You're trembling."

Harley took a deep breath. "I feel like a virgin bride on her honeymoon. You realize that Tank and I have never had sex before tonight?"

Joe and Buzz stopped and stared incredulously at Harley. "You're kidding? Not even a blow job?" He shook his head no.

"I knew I was in love with the man when he hired me but I was always too shy to act on it. Plus, I was just coming out myself and had no clue what I should be doing."

Buzz rubbed his hand lightly over a deep bruise on Harley's butt. "Judging by these, you got a crash course in the wrong side of man to man sex. I know there are guys out there who really like it rough but, this isn't it for me."

"Says the man whose other half is a cop and has all the proper cuffs and ropes, I'm sure." Joe kidded his bud. "Harley, it's pretty obvious that Tank has deep feelings for you. We don't have to be here. We can go to another room and leave you two alone."

Harley tightened his lips and shook his head no. "We want you here. I'm not sure what Tank has in mind but I am sure I will be happy. No matter what."

There was a knock and Sam's voice outside the bathroom door. "What are you boys doing in there? There isn't enough hair among the three of you to be doing hair and nails. Get your butts out here before Tank busts a nut."

Harley opened the door and stepped out into the dimly lit bedroom. Tank was dressed in leather. Harley's cock went almost instantly hard. The big man had a full harness over his massive chest going down to ring around the bull cock pushing out a leather jock under worn skin tight, leg hugging chaps and heavy duty biker boots. "Wow. Tank you're damned fucking hot. Sir!" The big man pulled him into his arms and laid a deep passionate kiss on his new boy. Joe and Buzz were also both naked and sprouting stiff rods at the sight before them. Sam had smuggled along his leathers and was dressed in chaps, jock and boots showing off his thick sculpted shirtless chest. Officer John surprised buzz with a full leather cop uniform in black. The shirt was open to show off a harness underneath. His motorcycle boots had Buzz's mouth drooling.

"Oh. Wait." Harley dropped to his knees and kissed Tank's big boots. Please sir, forgive me, I'm nervous. I'm not sure what you want me to do."

"Get back up here and finish kissing me. And relax. I've only love in my heart for you, nothing to worry about." Tank slowly turned Harley around to survey his body and bruises. "I will never do anything like this to you, I promise."

Harley smiled and blushed. "What if I wanted you to, you know?" He jerked his head toward the whip and some other toys he knew were kept in a closet.

"There's a difference between doing something to provide you with painful pleasure that won't leave you bruised and bloody and just out right beating someone. I love you Harley." Harley whispered thank you and kissed the big man again. He slowly kissed down along the man's firm jaw and worked his way back down to the boots. Tank's nips were especially sensitive and Harley seemed to have developed a good sense and skill to heighten the pleasure. Tank moaned and groaned with each bite on his nipples. Harley moved downward, kissing and kneading muscle. He was careful to avoid ripping off the cod piece to get at the straining dick. He had Tank turn around so he could get a good look at the man's chaps-framed butt.

"Oh Dad, that's beautiful." He pushed the man's butt cheeks apart and drove his tongue into the tight pucker. "Somewhere there is a 25 year old man missing his ass. Mmmm."

"Whoa doggies. Take it easy son, we have time. That's right. Eat your Dad's ass. Mmm, dayamm. This boy got game." Joe and Buzz looked at each other and smiled. Some quick lessons paid off well. They pushed their men forward, pulled down leather pants and joined in the crack slurping brigade. The two beefy men looked at each other, leaned forward and sucked face. They worked each other's nips as their boys ate their asses. Tank was lost in thought as Harley rimmed him. Memories flooded back of how Ted and he would slip away to steal lost moments of forbidden sex in the military. He seemed to sense both Ted and Sam in the room approving of his new partner in Harley.

"Son, as good as that feels, I think my bone needs some attention to get it good and wet for that delightful ass of yours. Tank turned back to aim his jock at Harley's wet face. The young man pulled the pouch free with his teeth and waited for permission.

"Sir, it's bigger than I recall from the gym. May I?"

"Yeah it does seem to be a might happier right now. Suck my cock boy." Harley swallowed his treasure to the base in one move. "Holy shit. Damn son, save some for your ass." Harley greedily sucked the big man's tool until it was dripping spit. "Okay, it's time Harley." The smaller man got up and lay on his back on the edge of the big bed. "Gentlemen, please, be my guest. Let's test the strength of this modern mattress marvel." Joe and Buzz likewise lay on the bed and raised their legs. Sam, John and Tank placed their tools at the boys' puckers and waited. Tank looked at Sam in awe. "I've only seen dicks like that on two other men, must be a family thing. Shall we?"

All three men slammed home. The three bottom pigs grunted in approval and lust. Harley bent double, wrapped his legs around Tank's back and pulled the man to him in a sexual frenzy and deep almost desperate kiss. The three men fucked their men for almost an hour. Sam and John unloaded into their rightful repositories and collapsed to watch Tank pound Harley for another 20 minutes. Tank's eyes were closed as he pistoned away. Harley moaned and whimpered in heat. Tank could see Sam and Ted approvingly cheering him on. He seemed to be drawing new stamina from their memory. Harley broke the kiss and screamed. "I can feel them Tank, let go now." Harley's cock rocketed stream after stream of thick spunk between the two sweaty men. Tank slammed in one more time with resolve and shot deep into his new life partner. Tank rolled onto his back to give Harley a chance to unclench his legs and to rest his weight on the bigger man. Harley collapsed in tears on the massive chest.

"Son, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

Harley quietly sobbed as the other four men came over to see if he was all right. "I felt them here Tank. They gave me their approval and love. I've never shot like that. It was like a huge damn of energy burst within me. Their energy. Everything feels right. My love is multiplied by theirs. I can't exactly explain what I saw and felt as you were fucking me but I do know it was one of their gifts. To us."

"Was there another gift?" Tank rubbed Harley's muscled back.

"Yes sir." He reached over and wrapped his hand around Sam's thick cock. "A gift of love to Sam and Joe."

Joe leaned into Sam. "I told you it was a gift." The men laughed. In their minds, they all thought that Sam was bigger, beefier and sexier than ever. And that more love than ever radiated from Joe's eyes for him.

Tank looked around at the sweaty sticky crew. "Men, I think we need to clean up some and I know just where we can do that." He led them through the house to the garage locker room, switched on the overhead heaters and flooded the space with warm sexy light. The six men splashed and played in the showers. Soapy hands cleaned everywhere. They were so busy enjoying themselves they didn't realize they had attracted others of the men in the house, and even the cottage. Several were standing around watching. Tank stopped and laughed at the situation. "Well, don't just stand there get wet."

Two hours later, Harley loaded the last of the wet towels into the washing machine. "Well, that was my first shower group, so to speak. Like a giant jerk off session."

"Come on, we need to get some sleep." Tank pulled Sam, Joe, John and Buzz after them. The six men crowded into the extra large extra king bed and slept like rocks until morning.

Header stood at the bottom of the bed the next morning with a broom. "I thought I was going to need this to pry you apart. Breakfast will be ready in 15 minutes."

Saturday morning was clear and bright with the promise of a warm spring day. The clan inhaled breakfast and headed back to the cabin. Sam had planned a half day's work. Bruce and Steve had made arrangements for the lunch truck to meet them back at Tank's for the start of an afternoon of relaxation.

Andy was pulling some additional supplies from a building at the far end of Tank's spread. Scott had offered to help but seemed somewhat distracted. "What's up buddy? You seem lost in thought this morning. Problem with you and Ron last night?"

"No, just that we agreed that we weren't heading into a relationship with his going away to college and all this fall. And now I realize how great it would be to have someone in my life. I admit I'm a bit jealous of Sam and Joe, and Steve and Matt, and John and Buzz. Well, you get my drift."

Andy rubbed his shoulders. "Yeah. Header and I think it would great to be in a relationship but we're afraid of losing each other at the same time. Talk about f'd up. It's easier for someone Ron's age. They roll with the punches a lot easier. As you get older, it's nice to have that one someone to lean on and with whom to be connected. You'll find someone, man'd be nuts to pass on you. Mmm-mmm."

Scott smiled at the friendly smiling man. "I know. Just be patient. It's not easy."

"No. It isn't. I could distract you a bit." Andy shot him an evil grin and cupped the big basket.

Header was directing work crews by the time Andy and Scott arrived. He took one look at the contented look on the two men and shook his head. Scott carried electrical supplies into the cabin as Header walked over to check n his brother. "Let me smell your breath."

"I've been drinking coffee ewwwwww." He giggled. "It kills the obvious smell of what you think."

"Oh so you admit it?"

"Of course, the man was feeling a bit down. So I had to get him back up."

"I'm sure you did pig."

By noon on Saturday, the cabin was in terrific shape. A lot remained to be done but it was mostly work Tank's crew was to do. The group had decided to forego an IML trip to Chicago and return to the cabin for the long extended Memorial Day weekend. By then, most of the work would be completed, with just minor cosmetic things to be done. Weather permitting. The convoy made its way back to Tank's. Everyone was sipping a cool drink waiting for the lunch truck when Tank checked the pool.

"Men, it's going to be in the low 80's this afternoon, maybe a bit breezy. But I set the temp up on this puddle before we left. It's toasty warm, just right for an afternoon of lounging or swimming."

Tony looked around at the men. "I don't know about the rest of these guys, but I didn't bring a suit."

Tank smiled and patted the young man on his head. "Ain't anyone here but us men. And as long as you randy types can behave in front of the straight guests, I say have some lunch, shuck your clothes and catch some rays."

Gus pursed his lips and nodded. "Guys, I really don't care, and I don't think the Dave's do either if you all run around here with hardons. It wouldn't be the first time I've seen wood on a naked man." He stripped off his T-shirt to show off his fine upper body. "Now, where's the chow line?"

The crew from the lunch van appeared to be right at home with the group of men, some shirtless, many with their arms around each other.

Tank poured himself a glass of lemonade and nudged Bruce. "So, I never got to ask, where'd you find this lunch company? They don't seem to be blinking an eye around these men."

"I searched online for gay caterers and lunch for this area and their name popped up."

Tank tilted his head. "So they're gay owned? I don't recognize the name."

Bruce thought about it a second. "They're either gay-owned or gay friendly. In which case, these guys could already be bare-assed and not blink. We could test that." He stripped off his T-shirt, kicked off his heavy shoes and dropped his jeans and underwear in one move. As he walked over to get in the food line, the other guys looked at him with confused faces.

Tank laughed. "Or we could just ask them."

Bruce got to the front of the line quickly as the other guys wanted to test the response. The older guy working the truck smiled and laughed. "Finally. We got the referral for this job through the gay hotline and we were starting to think this was the straightest group of gay men we have ever seen."

Bruce gave Tank a thumb's up. "So you are a gay company?"

"Duh, yeah, did you not see the rainbow flag sticker and the leather flag?" Bruce looked confused. "The man leaned out over the counter. The menu board was covering the stickers. "Oh, okay. Nevermind. Well, with the exception of my brother here, we're all gay. And believe me if you all wanted to strip naked we wouldn't mind. The older shirtless guy over there is the only one we thought had nerve. Until you, fine hunk of man."

Bruce turned to look and let out a loud laugh. "Gus? Would you believe he's one of the few straight guys here?"

"What? Really? I've been hiding a woody behind my apron both trips out here. That man is gorgeous."

"That's my Dad." Tim chimed in from the crowd of hungry men. "But I'm gay and so is my brother over there. The beefy guy with the shaved head who's taking off his shirt."

The van owner nodded approvingly. "Well, your Dad passed on some good genes. Okay, we need to get you guys fed before I lose all composure."

Tank stepped up and smacked Bruce on his bare ass causing his elephant cock to flop side to side. "Well, I'll be damned. Okay, guys no need for modesty if you want to strip and wait in line or hit the pool. Although, we'd appreciate you shower before that. And there's an outdoor shower over there." Joe and Buzz were instantly naked and running for the shower followed by Ken and Harley.

Sam stood quietly to one side. "Oh my, we've lost all decorum."

The other guys got back in line to get food. Tank shook the owner's hand when he got to the front of the line. "I'm Tank. I own this place and the construction company sort of doing this job. I'm sorry I didn't know about you guys. I would have referred business to you."

"We've not been in business long. The lunch truck is new. We do catering mostly. Here's a card."

"Thanks. I'll keep this handy and remember to call you when we're out doing jobs. You men are welcome to join us around the pool if you aren't heading to another job."

The three men in the truck lit up like Christmas trees. "Super. We have a catering job this evening but we have some time to relax before having to be back." They cleaned up their truck, left a few items on the counter for the men to grab if they wanted and joined Tank, Harley and Sam in the shade by the house. Harley was the only one naked and they obviously appreciated the young man's lean muscular body. Tank and Sam were shirtless for the time being. The men chatted as the van men ate. The youngest was anxious to get naked and join the gaggle of skin around the pool and hot tub.

He leaned toward Tank. "Who's the man with the prosthetic leg?"

"That would be Andy. Good man. Does all my electrical jobs. The leg thing doesn't effect him one bit."

"He's hot. I think I need to have my wiring checked."

"Well, then Andy'd be the one to trip your breaker. He ain't shy, go introduce yourself." They watched the young man, Pete, head across the courtyard and straight up to Andy.

His boss chuckled. "Uh oh. That man is very much his type."

"Wait till he realizes the other guy over there with the furry chest, the one with the big square pecs, that's his brother."

"Ohhhhhh boy. Two of them. Hmm, I could end up being short a person for catering tonight. Hmm, on second thought, Pete isn't scheduled to work tonight. Guess I know what he'll be doing."

Harley wiggled his way between Tank's legs and relaxed. Tank rubbed the man's head and smiled at Sam. "What's on your plate this afternoon?"

Sam idly played with his right nipple. "Roast beef sandwich, potato salad..."Tank smacked him in the arm. "Well, Joe and I should go and do some shopping to replace all the beds and furniture on the second floor. And look for some stuff for the downstairs too." Bruce walked back to the group and flopped down in a deck chair. His big cock flopped around like a heavy snake. Tank looked at the monster between his legs and shook his head.

"Do you ever trip over that thing?"

"Haven't yet. It's usually not pointing at the ground. Watch as soon as my Steve walks over it will perk up."

Tank laughed and squeezed Harley between his legs. "You men are too much. Well, Sam if it's furniture shopping you need to do I know a couple of places you should go check out. I'll give you a couple of my cards and they'll treat you real well." Bruce smiled as his partner came over and sat in a chair next to him. Bruce's cock slowly began to expand and rise to the occasion. Tank sighed. "Damn."

Dave Jr., Ron and Tim headed for the pool naked as the day they were born. Dave Sr. pulled up another deck chair and snorted. "My straight son hasn't a bit of shame hanging out naked with a bunch of gay men."

Sam looked at his brother and pointed at the three teenagers. "I haven't seen my nephew naked except for a split second at the gym in the showers. Good looking kid."

Tank rolled his eyes. "He's definitely inherited the family dick gene. Good lord that kid's hung. And he's still growing. Going to be giving you a run for you money soon Sam."

"I think he already is. Some girl's going to be very happy."

Dave Sr. shrugged. "From what he tells me, reading between the lines I mean. He's still a virgin."

Tank stroked his goatee. "Well, there aren't probably many girls who would give him head once they've seen the size of it let alone let him do anything else."

"And as his father, that's okay with me. I don't need a surprise grandson running around."

Tank squeezed Dave's arm. "I envy you and Sam. And Gus. And doesn't Matt have a son? I haven't seen my son in I bet 20 years." Harley turned around and rubbed Tank's basket.

"You have a son? Wow, where is he?'

"Not sure. His mom and me, we never saw eye to eye. I thought after `Nam I would go straight, not to be. It was a sad mistake, her and me. But that didn't seem right for her to run off and never let me get to really know my own son."

Sam looked at the man's sad eyes. "So there's a little Tank running around out there?"

Tank smiled. "I'd like to think he ain't so little and like your nephew is a fine big, muscular man. Besides, he'd be in his 30's now, no child."

Harley kissed Tank's crotch. "This could give me fantasies."

Tank smirked. "I see it's already given you a hardon. I think we need to hit the pool a bit and maybe the hot tub. Then go to the room to relax."

Sam got up from his chair. "Well, we won't be around to bother you. Joe and I are taking Steve and Matt and going furniture shopping."

Tank got up and pushed Harley toward the pool. "Let me write down the names of those stores." He headed inside with Sam as Harley slid into the pool next to John and Buzz. "Don't forget we made eight o'clock reservations for the brew pub about 30 minutes from here. Give yourselves time to clean up and do whatever else you want to do."

"And you and Harley?"

"Oh in about an hour I plan to be riding that muscle butt pretty damn hard. Take some of the wind out of his sails. Funny how things are working out eh?"

"Damn terrific if you ask me."

Sam cornered Joe, Steve and Matt and headed out for an afternoon of furniture shopping. By the time they returned several hours later, Harley was sitting at the kitchen counter sipping a cup of coffee with Pete. "You men are looking pretty mellow."

Harley leaned back on his stool. "Tank rode me a good one Sam. I can't tell you how happy I am."

"And you Pete?"

"I'm waiting for Header and Andy to finish getting cleaned up. They're going to take me to get my car and then I'm going to the pub with the rest of you."

"So you met Header and did the three of you, get to know each other better."

"Oh yeah. Along with Ken and Bill. I feel damn lucky your friends called us to haul lunch out to your cabin. I was beginning to think I'd never meet anyone and now I've met two men who, well, I'm hard talking about them."

"Good for you. Where's Tank?"

"Harley pointed toward the office. "He's printing out directions for everyone, in case we get separated driving to this place. You guys have about 45 minute to get cleaned up and maybe grab a quickie."

Joe perked up. "Let's go. I'm in the mood for an, um, appetizer."

Steve and Matt looked at each other. "Hmm, that should just about work for us too."

It was an hour later when Tank got everyone organized and the gang divided up in cars and trucks for the trek to a local brew pub. The restaurant wasn't quite as ready for the onslaught of gay men but since Tank had reserved a banquet room, it worked. As is usually the case, even in central PA, there have to be a couple of gay wait staff. The serving of food and beer didn't end until almost midnight when the convoy made its way back to Tank's compound.

Sam and Joe joined John and Buzz in their room so Harley and Tank could have some time alone on a honeymoon night as Harley called it.

Sunday morning, Cesar, LJ, Header and Andy were already hard at work on breakfast. Pete was on IV coffee having been worn out by his two new buds. Harley was busily helping as he could in the kitchen when Sam wandered in for a cup of coffee.

"So did you two enjoy your evening alone of `marital' bliss?"

"If you are asking if he fucked me senseless, he did. That man really, REALLY, knows how to hit my spot."

"You're looking a little tired."

Harley pulled Sam to one side out of the way of the crazy horde of hungry men. "We talked about the son thing last night. A long time. I really think it hurts him that this woman never let him get to know his son very much. In fact, hardly at all. He doesn't know where to look to find him. And I think after being around Dave and DJ, Gus and Tim and hearing Matt talk about his son, he wants to mend fences."

"You can find an awful lot out on the Internet. See what info you can get out of Tank and call me. I can have the guy who helped me track down all my family stuff help with this."

Harley smiled and hugged Sam. "Thanks. It would make him really happy."

The crew was back on the road to Pittsburgh by noon. It was planned to have a big Memorial Day bash at the cabin. Tank thought his crew would be able to get the cabin ready since they had had so much help from Sam's friends. The outdoor kitchen and picnic pavilion were questionable due more to the unknown weather and other jobs conflicting on Tank's schedule.

Most of Sam and Joe's friends wouldn't be able to get away again until Memorial Day again anyway. Matt was going to be busy settling in to a new job and adjusting his schedule to meld with Steve's. Matt's bizarre ex finally agreed and Matt's son would be moving in with them. The arrival of the boy meant some additional changes. Sam the Shepherd decided he wasn't to leave the kid's side and began sleeping in the other bedroom. Ken's dog Doober adopted Matt's son as a pack member and the three played in the yard for hours.

Steve had started out to be very careful about what he did around Matt to keep from causing any problem with the ex. Matt's son finally told them both at dinner one night that he wished they would just be themselves. He'd rather they be happy and having loud hardcore sex than hide from him. He couldn't have cared less if he saw them naked or interrupted them while in a heavy kissing session. It was a happier home than he had known for a long time.

Ken and Bill were finally getting around to discussing living together and planned to make the big move the weekend before Memorial Day. He had already been spending time there helping Stave and Matt with yard work, helping to install some fencing to keep the dogs from getting into neighbours' yards and becoming the sixth member of a tightly knit family.

Buzz and Joe concentrated on landscaping for Sam and John. Hiring Vince to do the lawn mowing and anything grass related gave them too much time. If there were any nieghbours who didn't know two gay men lived in either house, they would by the time all the landscaping and flower planting would be finished.

It was a rainy Wednesday evening after the big construction weekend at the cabin. Sam was getting ready to prepare dinner since Joe had to work late. The doorbell rang and Sam stuck his head around to the corner to see Swede waving at him through the side door glass. He opened the door to the tall side of beef and motioned for him to come in.

"Hey Sam, how goes the cabin?"

"Great. You'll have to come up some weekend and enjoy it if you can get away."

"Yeah really. Business has been booming. I wanted to stop by and tell you I ran into a snag with the new pump. I was here today and I really question whether or not the wiring they ran out to the pump is the right kind. Do you have a minute for me to show you?"

"Sure, hang up your coat so it dries a bit. Wow, it's really comin' down."

"Yeah, but it will make all the yard work Joe has been doing really look good."

"Thanks." Swede hung up his coat and turned to head to the basement. Sam looked at the big beefy butt and broad muscular back and felt his dick stir in his jeans.

"Look, down in here where the pool lines come in through this conduit. This wiring is not up to code. That may be why the old pump burned out. Doesn't make sense to install a new pump if the wiring isn't right."

"No I agree. Can you do that?"

Swede looked hesitant. "I can try but I haven't run wiring like this before. I'm not sure how you pull it through and well, it doesn't seem difficult but I don't want to screw it up."

"Well, yeah I agree, hmm, let me think. Uh, let me make a call. I'll be right back. Workout a little while I phone a friend. You're looking a little thin." Swede looked down at his big pecs and arms. "I'm kidding." Sam walked into the TV room and dialed a number. He returned a few minutes later to find a shirtless Swede pumping chest. Sam's cock definitely began to push forward. "A friend of ours, Scott, does a lot of stuff like this and can be here Friday afternoon to help you. Will that work?"

Swede jumped up, pecs bouncing. "Oh yeah great. Appreciate it. I have a new client I have to go see tomorrow up in the north hills. If the weather gets better, I can squeeze a bunch of stuff in and be here Friday at one."

"Super. I'll let him know. You want to stay for dinner?"

"Gee, thanks but I have a few things to do." He pulled his shirt back over his shoulders and as it slipped over his head, Sam glanced down at the bulging basket. That dick was definitely happy. "I'll let you get back to work. I'll see your friend Scott on Friday. Thanks." Sam followed the beefy butt back up the stairs. Swede shook his hand and ran back out into the rain to his truck. Inside the truck he let out a long breath. He undid his zipper, pulled out his stiff rod and sighed. "Damn, what the hell's happening to me?"

Joe came home a few minutes later to find dinner in the oven and a naked Sam waiting in bed. "Uh, to what do I owe this happy surprise?"

"Swede was here. Good lord that guy is hot. You know, I think he had a hardon on when he left."

Joe stripped out of his suit. "Of course, he did. Who wouldn't around you? Oh Daddy, look at that thing. How much time to do we have?"

"Only about 30 minutes."

"Hmmm, well, I don't like the 30-minute fuck so." Joe opened wide.

Thursday

Swede downloaded the directions to the house from the address he had been given over the phone. The woman was adamant that he be there promptly at one but didn't give him much information on what all he would need to do an estimate. He pulled into the long drive and headed in an arching curve past the low rambling house. It was huge. He found the parking for service vehicles and walked to the entrance for deliveries. It was a cool spring day and the chilly breeze swirled around his tall frame. His sweatshirt was warm enough in the car but outside he felt his skin tighten and his nipples go erect in the chill air. It took a couple of minutes for someone to finally open the door. His face registered a surprised look when a naked James swung open the door to greet him.

"Swede. Good to see you. Come in please."

"Uh, James. I didn't know this, I mean, I am not..."

"Not sure you want this job? Now, Swede. Didn't I tell you I'd pay you double or even triple when you were fucking the shit out of my wife? Of course, I did. The pool is down here." He walked down a long window lined hallway. His lean athletic body moved with a grace and confidence Swede found oddly interesting. Two large doors at the end of the hallway opened into an indoor pool area that made Swede whistle low in admiration.

"Wow, this is some set up. Olympic length, what? Five lanes?"

"Yes, very good. Over there is a hot tub, and another outside. There is a steam room and a sauna. I live in this facility to get away from the boobs from hell. You ever see a woman with fake tits that size try to swim. It's like watching a ship roll to one side and an air pocket keeping it from sinking. I much prefer to be sharing the pool with someone like you."

"James. I appreciate the opportunity but I don't think I am right for this job."

"Of course, you are. You just haven't realized it yet. So what will it cost for you to maintain this pool and hot tubs and keep everything in prime shape?"

Swede took a deep breath, ran his hand over his buzz cut and let out a sigh. James long cock began to visibly stiffen and rise. "James, I don't know..."

"Nonsense. A price. I checked you out. Your little business has quite a good reputation. Not only are you and evidently the two men who work for you quite good looking but also you actually do a stellar job. You didn't think I wouldn't check out your references so to speak?"

"No, that's fine. We pride ourselves on giving good service at a fair price."

"So have you fooled around with your employees?"

"NO, of course not." Swede struggled to speak calmly.

"Shame. Judging by the bugle in your jeans, I'd say you like what you see." He squeezed his now fully erect cock and cupped his big low hanging balls. "I think I'm a pretty prime package, don't you."

"You're in excellent shape, but I run a pool maintenance business and this isn't..."

"Isn't what? Your cup of tea. Huh, really? Think about your estimate a minute while I get us some lemonade." He walked off to a door through which was a fully equipped kitchen. Swede walked around the pool, making notes, stalling for time. James returned with two tall glasses and handed the young man a frosty cold drink. Swede took a sip and asked a few business questions. James followed him as he asked routine questions and sipped his drink. He sat down by the sauna to make some more notes and took another long gulp of lemonade. James quietly smiled and carefully flexed his hips so his boner would swing temptingly in front of his prey.

"James. I will give you a price but I cannot guarantee that I can be the one who will be here cleaning, or that I can even fit it into my schedule."

"Seems fair. Although, I know from what you said that you have already added some contracts and are looking to hire. With what I am prepared to pay you, you could possible hire someone part time to clear your time for me. Um, my pool."

"Hmmm, I still need to juggle a few things. Where's your wife? Do you have the heat turned up in here?"

"Oh, Boobzilla is out with her girlfriends. Undoubtedly trying to find clothes to fit over those mammoth beasts she has. The heat may be up a bit higher than normal to account for a slightly cooler day. We could go for a swim."

Swede looked up and wiped his brow. James seemed to be a bit blurry. "A swim?" He shrugged and stood. In a few seconds he was naked and diving into the deep end of the pool, a naked James following after him. As he surfaced, James swam up and wrapped his arms around him. A hard cock poked against his own now hard cock. "I don't, um, I need to swim." He broke free and did a couple of laps to break the tension building in his body. His dick was still rock hard as he pulled himself from the pool and took the towel offered by the older man.

"Maybe a sauna will help." He tilted his head toward the cozy, windowless wooden room and led Swede through the small door. "Damn, you just fit." Swede stumbled into the hot room and flopped onto a bench. James stood in front of him, then dropped to his knees and took Swede's cock in his hot hand.

"No please."

"You didn't mind this last week when I sucked you off. I think it's time we go to the next step."

"No, please, I can't."

"Can't doesn't apply now. Do you honestly think that big boner you're sporting is just because you find me attractive? Lemonade comes in handy. And I intend to get some handy cum. Bad pun, but relax kid." Swede blinked as sweat filled his eyes and James swallowed his cock. "The heat will help relax you...more. I had this sauna especially built, nice wide benches to accommodate occasions like this." Swede gasped as the pleasure of James sucking his dick replaced his inhibitions. He had no clue how long the man worked at his cock and balls but sometime later the beefy man pushed him to his back and flat out on the bench. "Next step Swede."

Swede closed his eyes as James lifted his thick legs and pushed them back. A hot tongue found its way into his butt crack and then slid into his ass. His mind reeled with the feelings of pleasure shooting through his frame. James slicked and slobbered the pretty pucker then pushed back further on the big man's legs. He seemed to be pushing some hot gooey liquid into his hole. Swede tried to concentrate but couldn't get his mind to focus on anything other than the pleasure in his dick and a new feeling in his ass. He tried to move but his body wouldn't react. The only response was to James. A hot sweaty hand covered his mouth as he screamed when James slammed his sweat-slicked cock into the virgin ass. He rolled his head back but seemed to be detached from the rape James was performing. James may have been older but he was strong. Swede was no match for him in his drugged state. The pain of the big dick pummeling is ass slowly became pleasure as James adjusted his position and hit a spot that sent an electrical charge coursing through his bottom boy. Swede's mind overloaded trying to comprehend his feelings. A few days ago he fucked two hot older women. Today, he was the one being fucked. James hands explored the big swollen nipples. More ecstatic pain shot through Swede.

He didn't feel he had control of his arms to fight off the smaller but muscular man. James pressed his mouth hard against Swede's. He was prepared to fight for more control but was surprised when Swede's tongue found his mouth. The young man seemed to awaken to urges long suppressed. He began to buck under the sweaty man as the slippery prick pounded the butt. James knew they were both moments away. Swede moaned loud and long as stream after stream of cum shot from his cock to bead up and puddle on his sweaty chest and abs. James pushed forward filling the prize ass with a load of the older man's cream. Both lay still panting and gasping for air.

James pulled out and helped Swede to his feet. The young man had no memory of the few steps they took to the showers and then to the pool to cool off in the slightly cooler water. "You don't have to give me your estimate today. You can call to arrange a time to bring it out. My wife will be leaving on a little spa vacation next week so that would be good. Swede quietly shook his head. His mind wasn't clear enough to argue at this point. It was three o'clock when he climbed back into his truck. His cock was still hard and his body craved more. He practically ran full tilt across the parking lot of his complex to get to his apartment. Clothes flew across the room as he splayed across the bed and feverishly stroked is dick. Another huge load shot up and splattered back down on his abs. He lay gasping then slowly ran his hand through the globs on his body and raised it to his mouth.

Friday afternoon

Swede was pulling out the old pump when he heard a vehicle pull into the driveway. A couple of minutes later Scott walked into the pool area carrying tools and a box of wire.

"Hi. I'm, Swede." Scott looked right at the big man's chest. He stood at nip level. Two big round hard erect nipples showing clearly under the snug shirt.

"Scott. So we need to run some new wiring? Oooh, I see what you mean. Damn, they were lucky this thing never caught fire, this is way under what it should be."

"Will running new wire through the underground conduit be a problem?"

"Oh no. Should only take us 90 minutes at most to do all of this." Swede's face lit up as he turned to get his tools out of the way. Scott looked at the broad back and thick legs. He quickly adjusted his cock. The two men set quickly to work running the new wiring and installing the new pump. They worked well together as a team. Scott had removed his heavy uniform shirt to work in the warm, tight space. The white athletic shirt against his smooth black skin clung to every muscle. Swede looked at the lean hard body and handsome friendly face and felt more than his dick stir. Just then his mind shot back to the previous day and a shiver went down his spine.

Sam had left them a house key so they could make all the inside connections. Scott slipped the last of the breaker covers in place and nodded his head. "That's it. Flip the switch from here and see if it works." Swede flipped the breaker and they could hear the pump whir to life.

"All right, that's terrific. It wasn't as hard as I thought."

Scott looked up into the blue eyes. "No, it works out well if you have the right tools. This wiring and pump should last a long time."

"I can't thank you enough for helping."

"Oh glad to. Sam and Joe are good friends and besides, they promised I could come over to use the pool. You doing all the maintenance on it?"

"Yep, I like these guys."

"Yeah they're good people." They both reached down to pick up a pair of pliers. As their hands touched, their eyes met. "I like hanging out with them. I can relax and be myself."

Swede looked at the deep dark eyes. "Really?" Scott leaned in a lightly pressed his lips to Swede's.

"Damn, sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

Swede looked at him quietly and handed him the pliers. "It's okay. Just be yourself." He pulled Scott to him in a tight kiss and felt the heat of the smaller man spread over his chest. "I think it's what I need to be."

Joe pulled into the gas station to fill his bone-dry car. Another car pulled up to the pump next to his and inched up close to his. Joe tried not to look to see who the asshole was getting within a hair's breadth of his bumper. The car moved as the driver exited and closed the door.

"Damn, I thought I'd rattle you." Joe looked up into the smiling face of Spence. He was in workout shorts and a cut off sweat shirt. "How you doing Joe?" He offered his hand to shake.

"Good, how `bout you? And you did rattle me."

"I'm good. Left work early today to hit the gym and get home at a decent time. Friday night and all."

"Yeah, we're doing a quick workout at home instead. We usually go to dinner with our friends but everyone is busy on spring projects tonight so we're on our own."

"Hey, you guys want to go to that Thai place in the square? I really like it. I'm by myself tonight too."

"Uh, yeah sure. I don't think Sam would have made any plans. He was still at the university when I last talked to him. Too bad you already worked out, you could join us."

"What are you doing?"

"Chest and tri's. Or nipples and knuckles. I don't remember. Short workout but heavy."

"Hmm, I could use some more chest. I feel inadequate every time I see you two." Joe looked at the man's thick round pecs and heavily muscled shoulders.

"Inadequate? Dude you're like big beef. Uh, stop over on your way home. Do you have a change of clothes?" Spence nodded. "Well, then you could shower and change at our place and we can go to the restaurant from there. I'll make Sam drive. That is if you don't mind showering with two gay men in the house."

Spence gave him a funny look. "Uh no, lord knows who I've showered with in gyms over the years. Super. I'll follow you back."

Spence pulled his car into the driveway on Joe's side of the garage. He pulled his gym bag from the trunk and followed Joe into the house where Sam was whipping up protein shakes for them.

"I found us a workout partner."

"Hey Spence, welcome. Always happy to have someone join us in our little house of pain." Spence blinked. "The gym. I didn't mean like a torture chamber, or the dungeon or anything..."

"I get it. Just pulling your chain." Joe excused himself to change. "So what are you whipping up?"

"Mmmmmm, my special high octane protein shakes for after our workout. Puts on muscle garrronteed. Want one?"

"Yeah, I think around you two I need a bit of help."

Sam pursed his lips and shook his head no. "Not really, you have plenty of muscle. But bigger is better my granddad always used to say. Or was that grandma?"

Spence glanced down. "I'm betting on grandma." Sam looked down at the obvious meat in his shorts and blushed. At that moment, the kitchen door opened and in walked Steve and Matt.

"Hey guys, do you know Spence?"

"Yeah we met him briefly a couple of weeks ago, how you doing?" Matt shook Spence's big hand. "You joining in on the workout? My son blew me off for a sleepover at a buddy's so Steve and I invited ourselves to workout here and do dinner."

"Great. Joe and I were talking about the Thai place in the square."

"You bet. Love that place. Uh Sam...would you mind?" Sam started two more protein shakes. "I don't know what you put into those things but I seem to really keep a pump when I drink one."

"It was a recipe that came to me in my sleep, not sure but we seem to do well with them too. Making us bigger and beefier."

Spence studied Sam's broad thick frame. "I'll take two."

Joe returned to the kitchen in his tight workout shorts and tank. "No. Just one. They do have one small after effect. I'll have gas pills for everyone."

"Good news for me." Steve swatted Matt's shoulder.

Sam put the shakes into the fridge, picked up a towel and headed to the basement door. "Okay girls, let's go make some muscle."

The `light' workout ended up being almost two hours. Spence was sweat-covered as he relaxed on the floor and leaned against the wall. "Damn guys, that was pretty intense for a light workout. I haven't felt my chest this pumped in a long time."

Steve snickered. "That'll learn ya when Sam and Joe say let's grab a quick workout, ain't no such thing. They're intense all the time. You feel okay though?"

Spence flexed his chest. "Oh yeah, feel like I could crack walnuts between my pecs."

"It's a good place to nestle your partner's d..." Matt slapped Joe on the left pec. "Oops. We weren't too silly for you were we? I mean, gay men can get a bit off kilter when we gather in gaggles."

Spence shot him another confused look. "Um, no. I mean nothing that I haven't heard before but admittedly, I don't generally work out with a group of gay men who are this focused on pumping. There are a lot of straight men who don't hit the weights this hard."

Matt did a most muscular pose. "We are a bit crazy."

"No. Not crazy at all. I need the incentive."

Sam came down the stairs carrying the bottles of protein shake. "And this will help give you more incentive and keep the pump. Drink up." Matt took a long gulp and looked at the bottle.

"This tastes pretty good. A lot of the protein shakes mixes taste like a bunch of badly flavoured chemicals."

"Thank you. A secret family recipe." Joe rolled his eyes at Sam.

Matt licked his lips. "He won't share the recipe. If you want some he will give you a list of things to buy, then will hand you a big jar of the extra ingredient. Sadly, it does cause a slight gas problem."

"I've been working to solve that. Playing with the mix. We'll see if they ask us to leave the restaurant tonight. It can also make you a bit horny."

Matt elbowed Steve. "Well, don't fix that part."

Spence laughed. "Well, that works if you aren't single. And sadly gentlemen, I am single."

Matt held out his hand to help him up from the floor. "Aw, you just haven't met the right person. Someday when you least expect it."

Spence sighed. "From your lips to god's ears."

Sam sucked down the last of his shake. "All righty then. Let's hit the showers and go get us some food. You guys want to shower down here or use the shower upstairs?"

Matt looked at Steve. "No, we're okay with down here. That giant locker room size shower you put in can accommodate both of us and Spence too if he is brave enough."

Spence shrugged. "Sure, if it'll speed things up and get us to the restaurant faster." Sam and Joe headed upstairs to shower and left the other three men alone in the basement locker shower. Matt and Steve chattered away as all three lathered up. If Spence had a problem being around gay men in the shower, his semi-hard cock covered it well. Matt did a double take when Spence turned to rinse. He showed off the round bubble butt of muscle. Neither man hid their slightly swollen dicks from Spence. Neither saw him staring at Matt's ass when he turned away.

They quickly dressed and met Sam and Joe in the kitchen. Joe offered to take wine to the BYOB restaurant and hurried off to choose something. Sam offered Spence a ride and he gladly accepted. He ran his clothes out to his car and while he was gone Sam quizzed Steve and Matt.

Steve threw up his hands. "No clue. If he's gay, he's pretty closeted. If he's straight, he's pretty comfortable with himself being around gay men. He's tough to read."

Steve and Matt followed Sam to the restaurant. As they waited in the crowded entry way for a table, Scott and Swede wandered through the door.

Scott's face beamed. "Hey guys. Did you try the pool?"

Sam chuckled. "No, it was a bit cool for that tonight."

Swede puffed out his chest. "Well, Scott here helped me get the new pump installed and we adjusted the heater and filter system so you are set to go. First nice day, jump in and play."

Joe studied the two men. "Thanks. We're anxious to have people over to try it out. Maybe next weekend. Sam's heading to the cabin to take care of a couple of things with Tank. But he thinks he'll be back Friday evening, so maybe next Saturday if it's warm we could try."

Swede puckered his mouth. "Ya never know. May can be iffy. It's still early but you could crank up the heat a bit. And there's always the hot tub."

Scott nodded. "Count me in. It's a beautiful setting. I didn't realize how secluded it is until we were working on it this afternoon. Very nice."

Swede excused himself. "I'm going to go pay for dinner. My treat since Scott was so great to help me with things today." He wandered over to the counter on the other side of the restaurant.

Sam, Joe, Steve and Matt all focused on Scott. The man stepped back slightly. "Whoa, easy fellas. We're just having dinner. Swede's a nice guy."

"Just dinner."

Scott took a deep breath and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Okay, damn the pressure. Something happened today, so we may sorta be on a date."

Joe's eyes got wide. "Wow. So Swede may be gay, eh?"

Scott dropped his head and looked around. "I think he may just now, this very minute being dealing with coming out of the closet." He glanced over at the tall young man. "We kissed. And then we really kissed. And then a well of emotion came out and he would have ripped my clothes off if we hadn't been installing a pump."

Sam rubbed Scott's shoulder. "Well, you know from experience to take it slow. Let him find his comfort level. If it's right, he'll let it happen and adjust. We'd like to keep him as a friend no matter what."

Scott agreed. "I get the feeling something happened recently that has set him in motion to deal with his sexuality. He's a great guy. I like him a lot. Hey, I'll let you know. Sam, if you go up to Tank's this week, I may go along. I spoke with Andy and there are a couple of things in the basement with which he'd like help. And what's up with him? He seemed a bit down. Anyway, let me know. Here comes dinner. Oh and your table is ready."

Swede guarded the big bag of tantalizing food from the five starving men. "Catch ya later guys." Matt watched them walked down the street.

"Now, that's an interesting contrast. So what is up with Andy?" *****

Pete sat at the table with Tank and sniffled. Tank held the man's hand and assured him all would be okay. "I just meet these two men and this happens."

Tank sighed. "I know. But the doctors seem pretty upbeat. If the cancer is restricted to just the one leg, they think they can get it all."

Harley set dessert in front of the two men. "He's trying to put on a brave front but losing the rest of the leg has him bummed. And the cancer has him scared. Wonder when Header will be home?"

Tank looked at his watch. "He said he would call if he decided to stay at the hospital overnight. The chemo they're hitting him with to quell any other cancer cells will wipe out poor Andy."

Pete sighed and visibly shook. "I've waited a long time to meet someone like either of these two men, and here I've met them and now this."

"They seem to really like you too. I think it's important that you be around. But don't expect Andy to be talkative. Header will need a lot of support. Those two are the closest brothers I have ever met."

Pete quietly laughed. "Yeah. It's not every day you meet gay brothers who are as close as any couple of lovers could be. I can't believe my luck that they both seem to want to be with me. They keep saying serve me."

Tank smiled. "You do know what they mean don't you?"

Pete scratched his head. "Yeah, sort of. But two of them. How do you handle that?"

Harley licked his spoon. "Oh I think they'll help you work that out. But, it may be a while before things get back to normal."

Tank rubbed his boy's back. "Yeah, knowing Andy he'll push through the depression and want to get a new leg right away."

Pete looked at his hands. "Can they do that? Don't they have to wait?"

Harley tilted his head to listen to what he thought was Header's truck. "They'll probably have him up and in therapy very quickly. It might be a while before they can fit him with a new leg. Give him a trade in on the old one so to speak."

Tank was about to comment when Header walked through the kitchen door. He kissed and hugged Tank and Harley and tightly wrapped his arms around Pete. "How's Andy?"

"Out of it. Doctors have to run a few tests to make sure they got all the cancer. It could still come back. This type is pretty aggressive. He's pretty weak right now but told me he'd be back to running and whooping my sorry ass in no time." Tank smiled.

"He's a fighter all right. Well, I'll remember him in my prayers."

Pete looked closely at Tank. "You a believer?"

"In my own way. And not in the hell fire god hates everyone way these rightwing nutbags would have everyone believing. I believe in a divine being of love. How else would I have had a wonderful man in my life like Ted, segued to Sam and now Harley and have this tangled family mess of love that I have. There are powers stronger than us, but not hate-filled like people say. That's their way of scaring others. What a lot of bull shit."

Pete relaxed. "Good. I ain't much for organized religions but I do believe there is someone controlling my destiny." He slipped his hand around Header's waist.

Header sighed. "It's been a long day. I'm glad you're here and am hoping you're staying over? I need someone to hold me."

"That I can do. Hopefully soon, I'll be holding the both of you."

Header snickered. "Yeah, guess we have a few details to work out huh? Did you work tonight?"

"Yeah. We had a job and I was on set-up and cook, so once my part was done I got to leave. I brought dinner over for these guys. There's some in the fridge for you if you're hungry. Had a difficult time concentrating."

Header nodded toward the cottage. "Thanks, but I don't have much of an appetite. Come on. Let's leave these two alone."

Tank pretended to be hurt. "Something we said? Well, Harley, guess we'll have to amuse ourselves." Harley was out of his shirt before the two men closed the door. They heard Tank laughing. "Did I say we were going to get naked? Lord, don't you own ANY underwear?"

Header giggled. "Tank's funny. He's got a heart to match his body. Harley's a lucky man."

"Funny, I was thinking I was the lucky one."

"Well, you will be tonight. Maybe. I need to shower but part of me just wants to sleep with you wrapped around me."

"Couldn't think of a better thing to do." The two men stripped and got under the hot shower. Pete sensually lathered Header and washed him until he was relaxed on one hand and horny on the other. Header's cock popped up and down as Pete toweled his furry body dry. "You and Andy are so much alike and yet worlds apart. I have to keep pinching myself that I met you guys." Header reached out and pinched a succulent nipple. "Hey!"

"You said pinched." The two men climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to their chins. Pete wrapped his long frame around Header and kissed the back of his neck. They were both asleep in a matter of a few minutes. *****

Swede seemed visibly nervous as they entered Scott's warm simple home. He followed Scott to the kitchen as they plated up their food. The men chatted quietly about the smell and which dish was their favourite. Scott watched Swede carefully and measured his comments cautiously. They relaxed in the living room watching a couple of shows Scott had recorded and enjoying each other's company. As they finished, Scott carried the plates back to the kitchen then returned to the living room flopping down next to Swede on the sofa.

"Look. I know this all is a bit new for you. And I, well, normally, I want to just get someone like you naked and suck everything in sight, but. I get the feeling you're feeling a bit uncomfortable."

Swede nodded slowly. "You betcha. Look, I only recently decided the thoughts I've had for years, years, about men were okay. But I don't have a lot of experience at this. In fact, some pretty bad experience."

"Bad? In what way?" Swede spilled his guts and told Scott everything that had happened including fucking two women and being raped by James."

Scott sat quietly and rubbed Swede's leg. "Okay the thing with the sex with the two women would have gotten me all hot at one time. Now it's just, no, no. But what James did was jus wrong. Sounds like that date rape drug. I thought they had pretty much had that under control but I guess if you want anything bad enough, you'll find a way to get it. Sex between two men doesn't have to be all one-sided. It can be rough, it can be tender or it can be pretty dull and vanilla. Bottom line, it's whatever you want it to be.

Swede quietly and very slowly agreed. "Problem is I don't know what I want it to be. I admit when I see Joe and Sam and all you guys, well, all that muscle. Damn, I get hard thinking about it."

"Okay, so you like muscle? The rest will fall into place in time. But as much as I would love for you to stay and go to bed with me, well, I ain't going to push you into anything that you don't want."

"Thank you. James really played with my mind." He thought for a while then stood up, pulled off his T-shirt, kicked off his shoes, pushed his snug jeans down over the thick quads, and stood quietly before Scott. The handsome black men looked up into Swede's somewhat still unsure eyes and reached for the simple white briefs. He slid his fingers under the waistband and tugged. Swede's cock was definitely in proportion to his height. Scott lightly stroked the growing tool and stood up. Swede had to bend over slightly to kiss the man but willingly held the kiss. Scott unbuttoned his shirt, kicked off his work boots, pulled the athletic shirt over his head and reached for his jeans. Swede stopped him. He undid the button and pushed the jeans down over Scott's thick cut thighs. He stepped from his pants and stood naked in front of Swede. The tall blond gently held the large ebony cock and ran his thumb over the piss-slit. "Damn. That's beautiful." He dropped to his knees and lightly kissed it, licking the shaft and sucking on the bulbous head. He wrapped his arms around the thick man and held tightly as the big dick nuzzled between his large round pecs. "Scott, please. Let's go to bed."

Scott led him to the bedroom and stretched out on the large bed. Swede slid in next to him pulled him tightly against his large body and pressed their mouths together. Years of denied desire came rushing out as Swede put everything he had into passionate kisses with Scott. Scott finally came up for air. "Are you always this way when you kiss?"

"No. I'm finally kissing someone I really want and need to kiss. I've never felt this hot over a woman, not matter how big her tits."

"Uh, so where do I fall in that comparison?"

"No comparison. This chest is firm, hard muscle. Oh fuck." Swede made love to Scott's whole body, top to bottom until Scott begged him to stop.

"Damn. You learn quickly. I'm going to shoot my load though if you keep that up and I haven't had a chance to experience any of your body."

"We have time. Scott?" Swede rolled to his back. "I need you to fuck me the right way. Show me what a real man does." Scott pulled him to the center of the bed and began the slow, loving process of stretching his ass to accommodate his cock. Swede was moaning and begging by the time Scott raised the long legs and pressed his dick into the eager pucker. Swede never cried out in any pain, just a long, low, lustful moan. "Oh fuck yeah. Damn, Scott, you feel wonderful. You feel like you should have been up my ass a long time ago. Oh shit, no, don't hit, no I don't want to cum yet." Scott switched his thrust to ride the swimmer's ass for a good hour before apologizing and letting a butt filling stream of cum blast deep into an out of control bucking, gasping, sweating pool man. Swede's cock rocketed a load between them that he anxiously scooped up and swallowed.

"Hmm, gee, I don't get many guys do that?"

"I've waited to long to have an experience like this. I ain't wasting any of it." Scott playfully licked and sucked the big blond balls. "Mmmm, that feels so good. You're making me hard again."

"That's my intention. It's your turn."

"To what?"

"Fuck me."

Swede pushed himself up on one elbow. "I've never fucked a man before."

"Hmmmm. I'll talk you through this but be gentle at first. Something tells me that when you get to rocking the boat, it can tip over."

Swede laughed. "I don't know about tip over, but I think I'm definitely falling."

The five men sat around the family style table and had a long, variety filled food fest. Joe was glad he brought two bottles of wine. They were so enjoying the food and each other's company. They told Spence all about Sam and Joe's new cabin and how great it was going to be. And about coordinating weekends to do the cabin and other weekends to have pool parties at their house.

"Well, I'll throw my pool on the list. I'd love to have you guys over. You're a lot of fun."

"How secluded is your pool? I mean, you're neighbors tend to look a little more conservative than ours." Joe leaned closer. "I think your street is a tad more republican."

"Oh fer sure, but fuck `em. I have this great fence on both sides, the house on one and woods on the fourth. They'd have to be on their roofs or really straining to see into my pool. If I want to have a bunch of friends over for a naked pool party, why not?" Steve and Sam looked at each other but decided not to comment. Matt was about to say something when Steve stopped him. "And, I think I need to change gyms and work out with you guys. My chest feels super pumped. I'm going to be so sore tomorrow. I'll have to stand under a hot shower a log time tomorrow to get out the kinks. Bu they're good kinks."

Matt nodded knowingly. "Well. We all sort of overlap in our workout times so we never have one big group there all at once. Except on the rare occasion. But we have some really good intense workouts."

Steve agreed. "And we encourage each in a supportive way. None of us is totally nuts. Well, maybe Sam."

"What? Why me?"

Matt gestured with his hand. "Buddy, in the last two months it's like you've just grown, everything is bigger."

Joe chuckled. "I'll drink to that."

"Stop staring at my crotch."

Joe smirked. "See Spence, we joke around a lot so it makes working out fun. But we all keep an eye out for each other to spot and assist."

A big smile spread across Spence's face. "Damn, that's just what I need. No one inspirational at my current gym in town, boring old farts. Lots of money, not incentive."

Steve held up his wine. "See it's perfect then. None of us has a lot of money but we make up for that in workout intensity."

Spence took a long drink of water. "It's settled then. As soon as I get back from this latest trip to Chicago, I'll switch." The five men held up their various glasses in a toast.

Joe waved them down. "But you realize that by working out with us, a group of known gay men, the other people at the gym will assume you are too."

"Are too what?"

"Gay."

Spence set down his fork. "Uh, Joe. I've been watching you in line for coffee or bagels for weeks. I only recently connected that we live in the same neighbourhood. Everyone keeps making comments to me about being with gay men. Why would I not want to be around you guys?"

Sam twisted his mouth to one side. "Oops. So, what you are telling us is that you are gay?" Spence shook his head and laughed. "He's laughing at us."

Steve tossed down his napkin. "Okay, well, that settles it. I'm not sure you should work out with us, people will assume we like bagels."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Nice try Stevie, but it's not the same. So Spence we apologize for labeling you as straight."

"Apology accepted."

Joe flushed a bright red. "Damn, I just assumed wrongly. You don't come off as having a gay bone in your body. In fact, it's pretty damned nice body. I mean the chest, the butt, the arms, and you always dress conservatively. Even in pullover's."

"I work for a very conservative looking company, but we are very diverse and progressive. Sometimes you just have to play the part."

Matt was quick to agree. "That's so true of the job I just left. And look, there was me, and Joe. And Tony and Bear."

Joe waved his wine glass. "I think there are about four others that I could pick out."

Steve pulled Joe's back down under control. "Anyway, we're glad to count you as a bud and welcome you to our little family."

Sam agreed. "And having another beefy boy to add to the gym group will drive a couple homophobes nuts. They'll have a hard time believing you as gay."

Spence shrugged. "That's nothing new. I grew up lifting, playing sports, being an all around man's man. I was always plowing up the middle in football. That's how I got my nickname."

"Spence?" Sam dropped his head and teased Joe.

Spence laughed. "No, I was called Tank."

Joe nodded. "I can see that. You're built like a Tank."

"Um, no, it's partly that. Partly my name."

"Spence?"

Sam leaned against Steve. "He can be so blond. But I am embarrassed to say, none of us knows your last name."

Spence sat there and blinked. "Oh. Come to think of it, I don't think I ever gave anyone my last name. Tank was short for Tankersley."

Sam and Joe's mouth dropped open. "Say that again?"

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