Starting Again

Starting Again Chapter 26 by Lennoxbear@gmail.com

The Harley shop was 30 minutes from Sam's cabin. It was a long, low, clean well-maintained garage that had a distinctive Art Deco look. John had followed Harley with Joe on the back of his bike to the bike oasis. It was so well-maintained it looked like a museum to a by-gone era of motorcycles. Joe had only been on the back of Sam's bike a couple of times and was eager to price them. He wasn't sure if Sam would be receptive to his buying one but what could a little window-shopping hurt. Buzz was almost as excited as he hung from the passenger window of John's Charger. He had practically been drooling over John's big shiny bike under wraps in their garage. John had only had it out a couple of times so far this spring. His days to ride and good weather didn't seem to be matching up.

Harley pulled to a side stop near the front door as John pulled the big Dodge in between two massive pick-ups in traditional Harley black in the parking lot. Joe got off the bike and stretched his long muscular legs. His cock was semi-hard from rubbing against Harley's leather-clad butt. Harley shot him a big smile and casually reached down to rearrange his own hardon in his leathers.

"Sorry, it always happens when I ride. You know they say maintaining an erection is good for a man?"

"Well then you should have enough testosterone for six men." A big booming voice came from the front door. Harley's eyes lit up as the big man walked across the blacktop to pick him up and hug him. "How the hell you doing faggot?" The big man gave him a quick kiss and set him back down. "And who might you be?"

Joe stuck out his hand. "Joe, sir. I'm a friend of Harley's and Tank's cousin, from Pittsburgh. My partner bought a cabin and campsite about 30 minutes back, some way. I have no idea where I am." Joe pointed in several directions trying to get his bearings.

"You're in Skull country. Nice to meet ya Joe. I'm Skull. Any cousin of Tank's is welcome here anytime." He pulled Joe to him, wrapped his thick arms around him and planted a big kiss on the side of his face. "Damn, you're a bike virgin ain't cha?"

Joe gave the man a bewildered look and laughed. "Yes sir, how'd ya know?"

"Cause you tastes like one? Harley here has the taste of the road on him. To what do I owe this honour? Holy shit, now that's some beef." Officer John, Buzz, Gus and Dave had gotten out of the Charger and were walking over to meet Harley and Joe. "Woohee, Harley what'd you do son, empty out a gym somewheres?"

Joe snorted as he laughed. "This is Dave, my partner's brother. This is Gus and that's Buzz. Gus is Buzz's Dad. And this is John, Buzz's partner."

"Good to meet you gentlemen." He shook each man's hand and gave them a quick back breaking hug. He stood in front of John and looked him deep in the eyes. "You're a cop."

John looked a bit startled. "Yes, I am. How'd you know?"

"Cause ya have that cocky sissy cop walk." John looked confused then Skull slapped him on the shoulder so hard he almost fell over. "I'm kidding you. I just have a knack for knowing things about people. Actually, a lot of my biker buds are cops and hang out here all the time. And, you sir. You're this musclepup's father?"

Gus smiled and nodded. "Yes I am."

"Bet you have a whole passel of boys?"

"Seven."

"Wow, seven. Okay, you're straight or one helluva good fence straddler."

"No sir, I'm straight but two of my boys are gay, and I love them with all my heart."

"Damn right you do. Well, I'm straight too, I just hang out with the likes of faggots like Harley and Tank cause, well, they're damn good people. And you smiley, hmmm, Joe's brother in law. You're a single parent I bet." Dave also looked startled. "Ah, you're looking a little bit like a deer in the headlights. Hey, I'm loud and raucous but I'm a big teddy bear. My wife's the one in control here."

A loud snort came from Harley. "That's true."

Skull walked back over to Harley and threw his arm around Harley's neck. "I'm old enough to be your Daddy so show your elders some respect like Buzz there. John's your master, isn't he son?"

Buzz beamed with pride. "Yes sir he is."

"Well that's good. Otherwise Gus here'd be up to his ears in illegitimate grandkids I bet. I'm bettin' your other sons are quite fertile. Oh I better shut up. What brings you all here, what's that?" Ken's vintage Ford pickup pulled onto the lot followed by Swede's truck.

Harley pointed at the vehicles. "That's Ken, the blond guy and the black guy is Bill. The big, big guy is Swede and the other guy is Scott."

"Well, I'll be. Diverse lot ain't ya?" Harley made another round of introductions with Skull hugging each man. Swede asked where the name Skull came from. "Well the last name's Skelton, so there's skeleton and hence skull. That and I've had more than my share of concussions over the years riding bikes. So what can I do for you men today?"

Harley pointed at a couple of the guys. "These guys are interested in learning more about bikes." Skull rubbed his hands together.

"Gentlemen, right this way." They followed the big man into the showroom and immediately felt like kids in a candy store. "Hey Jake, give these fine truck drivin' men the basic Harley 101 course. You, get your butt over here." Harley followed Skull to the side and flopped down next to him on a big leather sofa. "So how's you're old man?"

"He's good. He's back at Sam and Joe's cabin talking business with Sam."

Skull snorted. "I bet, if that what it's called. Sam the guy whose picture you showed me a couple of weeks ago?" Harley nodded. "Hmm, no wonder Joe's smiling. You guys need to get your butts over to the house for dinner soon. My wife's been busting my chops about ya. You now there ain't two gay men she loves more in the world than you guys?" Harley laughed. "Okay, well maybe our one son, the accountant. The Mercedes-driving accountant. Can you believe we have a gay son who's that straight? Lordy." Skull watched the men swarming over bikes and smiled. "Damn Joey there's got a damn hardon looking at bikes. That boy's a natural. So, what did you say the one black guy's name was, Bill? The one in the blue tank with the blond guy." Skull watched Bill move around the big bikes. "'Scuse me buddy. I need to talk to a fellow lost soul."

Skull swaggered over to Bill and ran his hand over the clean leather seat of a prime Fatboy. "This here's a beautiful bike. I'm betting Ken there has one very close to it?"

"Yeah he does. How'd you know?"

"I saw him throw his leg over that one and it was one smooth move. Seasoned rider. You're not so sure though. You back from Iraq?"

Bill's face softened. "Yes sir. How?"

Skull sucked a deep breath in his massive chest. "Tank and I were in Nam together. Saw things men shouldn't see. I was with him when Ted got killed. The man's like a true brother to me. My, uh, legs are a lot like yours. I know the walk." Bill glanced down at the man's legs in worn jeans. "You're doing pretty well. Bet Ken's working with you at the gym. Thank you for serving your country. Anything I can ever do for you, you let me know."

"Thank you. I appreciate that. I don't understand what's happening there and worry about my buddy's everyday. I try not to let it get me down but sometimes I just want to go off to the side and cry for these men."

"Don't ever forget them. They need our prayers. Was Scott there too?" "Bill nodded. "Wow, well, same for him. You men need anything just come by. In the meantime, let Ken teach you all about Harley's. Judging from his eyes, he loves you more than you realize."

"He's been my rock."

"When you been around as long as Tank and me, you see these things. I throw a lot of people off cause I ain't afraid to plant a big kiss on my brothers. Hell, I'm just one big bundle of love. Hate's too destructive. If you got love coming from all these hyper masculine testosterone laden men, well, what more does a poor fucker need?" Bill smiled, leaned over and planted a big kiss right back on Skull's lips.

"Aw shucks."

Joe walked around the showroom licking his chops at all the various bikes. He walked back over to where Harley and Skull were sitting and flopped down between them. "I have to get Sam to teach me to ride."

Harley nodded. "I'd recommend taking a real bike safety course, they teach all the proper things and it makes insurance companies a bit happier."

Skull squeezed Joe's shoulder. "I agree. Can never get too good at riding. Come on back and see this really cool bike I have ready to go out." The two young men followed the tall denim and leather clad biker to a back room shop. "This is where we put the bikes that are about to be adopted. Check this one out." Skull pulled back the tarp from a clean shiny black and chrome beauty. "Ain't she purty?"

Joe whistled. "Wow, this is awesome? This is a few years old? Can't be a new bike."

Skull ran his hand lovingly along the fenders and seat. "She belonged to a good friend of mine. She's been tuned, updated, cleaned to every nook and cranny and goes to her new home this afternoon. The guy who's getting her must be someone real special."

Joe sighed. "I hope so. This machine is too beautiful to not baby. Sam's bike is a lot like this, clean and chromed. Sorta like Tank's."

Harley nodded. "Yeah, this is very similar to Tank's. He loves his bike. The man takes good care of everything he owns."

Skull giggled. "Does he now?" He patted Harley's leather covered butt.

Joe ran his hands over the seat. "This is a custom seat. I don't think I've seen anything like it."

Skull walked to the other side. "Good eye son, yep it's custom. See the way it rolls up here? Gives the rider a closer feeling of being one with the bike. Vibrates you right up the spine, best feeling in a man's nuts."

Harley choked. "You got that right. I damn near drop a load in my jeans if I'm on a long road trip every time. It's a really sensuous feeling. Now if they only came with a strategically placed horn."

Skull frowned. "You mean dildo you sex-crazed little bastard. Well, I have to agree with him. I am so horned up when I ride. Makes my wife so happy."

"I've seen you naked. She'd be happy without the bike."

Skull puffed out his big chest. "Thank ya son."

Joe let out a deep sigh. "Well, I have my work cut out for me. Not that I don't think Sam would say no to my getting a bike, just on what I can afford."

Skull threw the tarp back over the sleek machine. "Well, buy what you can afford and customize it over time. That's what a lot of folks do. This baby goes to its new home with the trailer for hauling two bikes. It'll look real good being towed behind a big truck. Testosterone on wheels, mm-mm baby."

Harley and Joe fell over laughing. "Joey, I'll help talk with Sam if you want. Although by now, Tank may have him convinced."

"Yeah? What are those two up to anyway?" Joe turned to walk from the back room as Skull and Harley shot each other a grin. _______________

Tank knelt naked before Sam and kissed the big man's feet. "Please sir, let me prove I'm a worthy servant to you. I need for you to claim me so I can pass Harley onto you when the time comes."

Sam sucked in a short breath. "Tank you don't have a thing to prove to me. And I wouldn't take a second to welcome Harley into my home and family. Joe and I love you guys." Tank slowly looked up and nudged the prominent bulge in Sam's jeans. He got a slow, sly grin on his face and slowly unzipped the worn denim. Sam's stiffening cock flopped free. Tank moaned and swallowed it in one smooth move. He pulled Sam's jeans down past the thick muscular thighs. Sam peeled off his T-shirt as Tank's large callused hands came up to twist the erect nipples.

Tank moaned and dropped the hard dick from his mouth. "Damn sir, that's one beautiful cock and two very edible tits. I can never repay you for Harley. This is a drop in a bucket." He stood up and faced Sam. "Although, quite frankly, I'm hoping to coax more than a drop in a bucket from this pole." Sam groaned at the pun. The two big men embraced and locked lips. It was hot daddy-to-daddy sex. Sam felt himself being pulled into Tank's desire and need. Tank worked Sam's big frame like a fine musical instrument. He worked from Sam's heavy corded neck down to the tight erect nipples and on down to the strong feet. Sam stood naked before him feeling a sexual vibration passing between them. He felt warmth moving around them but didn't see sign of any breeze coming through the open windows. His body felt like two men were making love to him.

Tank hungrily attacked and sucked the beast that Sam's cock had become. The man's balls were swollen like lemons and hung low in the slightly furry skin. Sam fought for control and breath. Tank was sucking his cock but at the same time warm flesh seemed to be pressing against his back. He could swear someone was kissing his neck and shoulders. He reached down to steady himself on Tank's broad back and found himself falling forward over the wide shoulders and being carried to the king-sized bed. Tank carefully laid him on the bed then slid in next to him. Their lips and tongues explored each other until Sam begged for breath.

"In that case it's time." Tank stretched out on his back, raised his legs, locked his arms around his knees and offered his ass to Sam. "One move Sam. It's primed." Sam knelt between the big legs, placed his cock against the big man's pucker and pushed forward. The big dick slid in safely to the base. Tank closed his eyes, moaned and sighed. "Dang, that's one big fucking pole you have sir. Ah. Careful. I wasn't thinking how big it was. Slowly. Oh yeah, yeah, fuck me, dammmmmmmmmmmn." Tank opened his eyes and locked onto Sam's as the big man set a slow easy rhythm. Their breathing became synchronized as Sam increased the tempo. The big slabs of pec muscle rippled as Sam started slamming the big dick each time. "Oh fuck me sir, hard, yeah, YEAH. Make my soul belong to you. More Sam sir. Oh fuck fuck fuck." Tank threw his head back and pushed up his chest. Sam leaned on the big slabs and squeezed the nipples hard. "YES."

Sam dropped to the man's chest, shoved his tongue deep into Tank's and slammed the beefy butt another half dozen times before unleashing a wave of hot cum deep into his friend. The two sweaty men lay together gasping for breath.

Sam took a long deep breath and looked deeply into Tank's happy eyes. "I haven't gotten off that much in a long time. Damn." He pulled his still stiff cock from Tank's battered butt and flopped onto his back. "I know this may seem strange but when I'm around you, I get this sense that someone else is nearby."

Tank smiled and rubbed Sam's furry chest. "That would be Ted or Sam. Harley says there are times he feels like three men are fucking him. I can't explain it."

"Don't try. But it was intense. I don't know how much I shot up your ass." Tank fondled Sam's big nuts. "Careful."

"There's plenty more there sir." Tank rolled to his knees and pushed his ass in the air. "Have another go sir." Sam looked at him and chuckled. "No really. You're still hard."

Sam knelt behind Tank and shoved his cock back into the warm dripping hole. Within minutes he was rocking them back and forth and unleashing another round. "Holy shit. Damn. But you haven't gotten off?" Tank shrugged.

"You didn't say I could." Sam pushed Tank onto his back and swallowed the big tool. "May I sir?" Sam mumbled yes and felt Tank's hand hold the back of his head as hot cum slammed down the back of his throat. Tank dropped his arms and sighed. "Thank you, sir." The two men spent another 30 minutes languishing in the warmth of their bodies. "We probably need to be getting to my place. The guys will be arriving for lunch and another afternoon of playing in the pool. The caterers are taking care of lunch again today thanks to Bruce and Steve. You know, I think those catering guys like working at my place."

"Um, yeah, no kidding. Do you think we should shower?"

"No. Harley will know immediately that I've sealed the deal so to speak. He isn't sure exactly what my business was with you but he understood I needed to give myself to you."

"I'm glad we, um, finalized this agreement."

Tank zipped up his leathers and faced Sam with a wicked grin. "We finalized that deal but Harley and I will always need your loving. And Joey's."

Sam chuckled. "Oh that's like locking the faucet in open. Joe will be permanently erect."

"Not necessarily a bad trait in a boy. Did you tell Joe anything else about this weekend?"

"Nope. Prepare to open the floodgates."

Header, Andy, and Pete had gotten back to Tank's before anyone else to let the caterers in to set up. Things were well underway when the first of the group began arriving. The men were busy sharing stories about bikes and antiques as the smells began to fill the air. Pete's boss knew exactly what to do with any leftovers and how to put fresh food out to keep things from becoming mundane. Tank and Sam walked out to the pool area to find everyone lounging around eating. Tank chuckled to himself.

"So this is what Harley meant by a swim suit competition." The guys were all wearing various swimsuits to emphasize their gym work and ample appendages. "Well, I'll de jiggered. He bought me a new suit so I guess I better put it on. Do you see him, or Joe?" Sam scanned the crowd.

"No, I don't. Well, me too. Joey left this in my bag for me to wear today." Sam held up a small brightly wrapped package."

Tank smirked. "Ha, judging from the size it can't be more than the size of a shoe string."

"He mumbled something about one size fits all."

"Buddy, I bet they were talking bodies and don't take into consideration the rather sizable package you have there. Believe you me, I used to think my ass was one size fits all but you damn near split me in two. Wonder where those boys wandered off too?"

Buzz mumbled through a mouthful of chicken. "They said they had a little side errand to do on the way back from the bike shop. Something about explaining to Joe what business you two had this morning."

Sam followed Tank back to his bedroom. "I didn't think Harley knew much about what we discussed?"

"He doesn't. He does know I was considering asking you to be his Master when the time came. Probably feels it's important to tell Joe."

"And what about the fucking?"

Tank grinned evilly. "Oh he knows it is custom for you to fuck my brains out." Sam shook his head.

"Okay, there goes the one size fits all theory."

Harley had explained to John and Buzz that he needed to run an errand with Joe and that they would be back at Tank's shortly. Joe was a bit confused when Harley turned off the main road but settled in when the young man said he had something to show him. They soon arrived at a cliff overlooking a small clear blue lake below. "This is the lake into which the creek that goes past your cabin empties. So if you guys go tubing, this is how far you could get."

"It's beautiful, so peaceful."

"Yeah you can't get up here except on bike, or ATV or to hike. Come sit over here on this rock with me."

"Wow, how clean and clear everything is."

"Yeah. If life were only that clear. I wanted to tell you about one of the things Tank was going to discuss with Sam today." He went on to explain about the possibility of his being passed to Sam as his slave if anything were to happen to Tank. Knock wood that wouldn't be for a long time. Joe sat quietly thinking about all Harley had explained to him. "You aren't angry or weirded out are you?"

Joe looked at the handsome man sitting next to him and smiled. "No, not at all. I think it's wonderful this relationship you have with Tank. Sam and I don't go quite that way but we think on you as family. I will gladly welcome you as my brother when the time comes. Actually, you're a brother to me now."

Harley nudged against him. "I already pretty much think on you as a brother too. And since you seem to be okay with it, could I get a little brotherly loving right now?" Joe looked around at the big rock.

"We aren't exactly hidden right here ya know?"

"No, but we can go back to the bike. I mean right now I just want to suck you off. I'd love for you to fuck me but I didn't ask Tank's permission."

"So what, does it still make it okay for a blowjob?" Joe laughed.

"Simple. Tank told me that if you or Sam were ever to ask me to suck you, I was obligated to do so. I don't look on it as an obligation. It's a privilege. And I would never ask Sam to fuck me if it wasn't okay with you."

"Hmmmm. The thought of watching Sam fuck you makes me hard so..." A few minutes later the two young men were speeding back along the road. Joe wrapped his arms around Harley and laid his head against the man's muscular shoulders. Harley drove along smiling and licking his lips as if to search for any drop he missed.

Lunch was fairly well along when they got back to the house. Their friends were scattered everywhere in the courtyard, around the pool and hottub and inside the house. They were all wearing swimsuits in every conceivable colour and style. Joe smiled thinking gay men alone keep speedo type swimsuits in business. He pulled his suit from his backpack and headed for the bathroom to change when Tank caught him in his arms. The man was wearing a perfectly fitted green square cut that emphasized his large frame and big cock. Joe allowed himself to be swallowed up in the big arms and breathed deeply of the man's heavy musky scent. A scent of sex with Sam. "Harley tell you what part of my talk with Sam was?" Joe nodded and sniffed deeper. "You okay with that?"

"Oh yeah, of course, we love you guys. There's nothing we wouldn't do for you."

"Does that explain the big wood pressing into my thigh?"

"No sir. That's cause you smell good. Like sex with Sam." Tank laughed. "Sorry I wasn't there to witness that."

Tank looked him straight in the eyes. "I'm sorry you weren't there to get some of my ass yourself. Sam's a lucky man." He kissed the shorter man on the forehead and groped the stiff dick. "Now, go jam this fucker into some tiny swimsuit." Joe grinned as he walked away. "Oh and son, good choice of a suit for Sam. Damn fine choice." Joe nodded suggestively and closed the bathroom door. Tank took a sip of his ice tea. "Ain't a damn public beach anywhere in the US he can wear that suit but oh baby, mm-mm, beef."

Harley walked up to him in a plain black speedo and rubbed his crotch against the big man's quad. "I saw you molesting my buddy, you dirty old man. Oooo, you smell good. Uh, we may need to slip away for me to get a bit of the taste of that before you shower or go into the pool."

"Damn right we will. It's your job to eat my ass. Speaking of which, you eat yet?"

"On my way to get something. Got distracted when I saw Sam. Joe chose that suit I bet."

Tank took a deep breath and cupped his boy's ass. "Oh yeah, damn fine choice. By the way, I think you did really good by me."

"Yeppers, you look awesome, except for the wet spot." Harley giggled.

"Gees Louise. Well, it's all the testosterone in the air here. Ain't a man here who isn't sporting a suit that shows off his best feature? Oh...holy...fuck. Look at...good grief, Matt." Harley looked toward Matt and his prize butt. "I hope you wait a few more minutes for lunch. Get in the bedroom." A few minutes later Harley emerged from the bedroom once again licking his lips.

Joe was standing at the kitchen counter in a small white suit that accented his butt and cum gutters nicely. "Where'd you go?" Tank walked by smiling. "Oh never mind. Where's Sam?"

"Tank said he was in the office on a phone call. Damn, I've had two helpings but I'm still hungry. Why is that?"

Joe rolled his eyes. "I'm sure I haven't a clue."

"There's Sam." Joe turned to see Sam walk out of the office and straight for him. The suit Joe found for him was a clingy, stretchy flesh coloured almost square cut that hugged his muscle butt and did nothing, nothing at all to disguise the telephone pole he called a dick. "Wow, that's one fine swimsuit. Oh my god." Sam walked over and hugged Harley. The shorter man took a deep breath and sighed. "Oh damn. Manscent. Where's Tank?" He wandered off in search of his Daddy.

Sam stood proudly before Joe. "This is one step from being obscene."

Joe pursed his lips. "Nope. It's obscene and damn fine looking obscene if I do say so myself. Oh daddy." Joe sniffed the air. "Oh manmanman. I need you to fuck me now."

Sam smirked. "Sorry, it's gonna have to wait a bit. Eat your lunch."

"Okay, drop that suit, bend over and spread `em." Sam walked behind the kitchen counter and did as Joe told him. Joe dropped down from sight of everyone and began rimming Sam's ass. A few minutes later he popped back up and grinned. "Okay, it's official I have definitely crossed over to the dark side." Sam laughed and threw his arm over his boy.

The friends spent time in various activities as they had the day before. Groups rotated among the pool, the gym and the hot tub. No one felt much like running today and was perfectly content hanging with their buds. Sam and Joe were back in their swimsuits after a heavy-duty workout. They were enjoying the relaxing water of the pool when a loud booming voice filled the courtyard.

"Well, if this doesn't beat all. A big pool party and no one told me to bring my suit. Guess I'll just have to go nekkid. Who's in charge here?" Tank walked over and slammed his wet chest against his beefy biker buddy. "Well now looky what ya done? "I'm all wet." He dropped his leather vest and peeled off the black T-shirt. "That's better. I'm Skull everyone."

Joe rubbed against Sam's semi-hard dick in the pool. "That's the guy who owns the Harley shop. Damn, for a man pushing 60, he's one fine hunk of muscle. Look at that chest and those, hmm, judging by this stiff dick, I think you noticed."

Skull mingled with a few of the men he had met earlier and introduced himself to a few more. He stopped at Matt. "Fuck. I'm a straight-ass old biker but I gotta tell ya, you have one nice ass. Look at that." He pulled Matt to him, reached around and rubbed the nylon-covered buns. "Where's your partner? There? Buddy, don't let this man get away. Good looking, well built, nice butt. Mm-mm tasty. Where's Joe?" Joe waved from the pool. Skull sauntered across the courtyard and grinned. "You men are probably wondering why Tank would invite a depraved old fool like me?" He stopped with his hands on his hips. "I'd tell ya it wasn't for sex but I ain't so sure now." He turned and leered at Matt and licked his lips. "But I am a man on a mission. Joe, give me your hand, son." He pulled Joe from the pool in one smooth move.

"This is my lover Sam." Skull pulled Sam from the pool in another single move.

Skull smiled at Joe. "I've met Sam. Well, met most of him, wow. Whoa, judging by that thing, I donnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn't think I wannna get to know that. Man, you ever get a letter from Derby Downs about studding? But, ya know Joey, I got just the thing to make your ass feel better after riding that." Joe blushed as everyone laughed. "You men all have to make your way around front to the driveway.

The crowd gathered in front of the garage at Skull's big truck. A tarp covered bike sat in the attached trailer and Skull undid the cover. The men who had been at the shop earlier recognized the bike from the back room. A quiet look spread across Skull's face along with a soft smile and a heartfelt look of love in his eyes. He handed Joe a set of keys. "This bike is yours Joe."

"What?" Joe looked at Sam who quietly smiled and nodded in agreement. Skull leaned against his truck as Tank and Harley stepped forward.

"Joe, this bike belonged to my late lover, Sam. I have me a great and perfect bike. And Harley's fits him like a glove. We were hard-pressed to figure out what to do with it. Header and Andy both have bikes, so do Cesar and LJ. I was having a hard time parting with it and selling it. Then Sam came out here on that last trip by himself. He made mention that he was sorry he missed the opportunity to make it a bike trip. When he told us you were thinking of buying a bike, we knew we had found a home for it."

"Tank, I can't take this. Really. It's too beautiful, it's too much. I'm not worthy of a gift like this."

"Fuck. It's perfect for you. And Sam wants you to have it. I already cleared it with him." Joe turned toward Sam who tilted his head. "Not that Sam. My Sam. It would make me, and Harley and MY Sam, happy for you to take it. Your Sam will teach you to ride. As much as I'm sure you want to ride behind him, steering. This bike speaks out and says take me Joe."

Joe's jaw dropped as he played with the keys in his fingers. "Skull, you freak, you never said a thing to me this morning."

Skull shrugged. "Didn't have to. As soon as you saw it and I saw the look on your face, the bike and I knew it had found a home."

"You make it sound like Christine."

Skull hooted. "No, that was a possessed Plymouth. This is one honey of a bike. You will look fucking awesome getting fucked over it. Oh wait. I mean riding it."

"Oh no you didn't. And now that I think about it..." Joe turned to look at Sam. His cock was stiffening in his wet swimsuit in anticipation of Tank's prediction coming true at some time.

Skull glanced down at Sam's crotch. "Good holy fuck, it's growing too. That settles it. Well, guys, now that this beauteous bike has found a home, I say we all have a drink to celebrate." The guys all wound their way back around the house, each stopping to congratulate Joe and check out the bike.

Joe walked over to Tank and threw his arms around the big man. "Thank you. I'll cherish it and promise to take the best care of it."

"I know you will."

Joe whispered into Tank's ear. "My ass, your dick, later."

Skull was naked and lounging in the pool by time Joe and Sam got back around. "Does your wife know you're here naked with a bunch of near-naked men?"

Skull sipped his beer. "Yep, and she knows when I come home from visiting Tank, that I'm always horny as a bear waking up from hibernation. Let's just say time here provides me with incentive for later."

Joe slipped into the water next to him and laughed. "Um, I'd say from that thing your wife must be pretty happy."

"Damn square she is. Although, don't let her see Sam naked. Oh fuck. Now that one's frightening, who's that?" Skull pointed to a man taking a seat by the side of the pool.

"Um, one of my boss's, Bruce Davidson."

"Holy fuck. It must be genetic. Holy crap another one, who's that."

"Eric Stout from Illinois."

Skull shook his head. "Damn. I always thought I was pretty well hung but compared to those men, I'm feeling like a newborn."

Matt wandered by in time to hear that comment. Glancing down, "Uh no, no you're not."

The rest of the weekend went about the same. The men would suck and fuck themselves into a frenzy at Sam and Joe's cabin. Meals were split between the cabin and Tank's. The guys got to workout, run, swim and relax. The weather had cooperated and by the time they were all heading back from the weekend, they had the start of a healthy glow of enjoying the outdoors. Enjoying the outdoors meant fucking and sucking for most of them.

Swede sat on the front porch of the cabin and sipped a large iced tea when Gary came around the side. "Hey partner, what's up?

Gary flopped into an Adirondack chair next to him and stretched his muscular legs. "Not much, sort of depressed about having to go back to reality and school tomorrow. Only have half days this week."

"Yeah, about reality. What are you going to tell your father about this weekend?'

"Nothing. Just that I had a great time, got to swim a lot, workout (he flexed his growing biceps), and got to know a lot of great people better."

Swede smiled. "You're not going to tell him you spent the weekend sucking and fucking with a couple of buddies from school?"

Gary laughed. "Did you tell your dad when you boinked a date in high school?"

"Boinked?" The big man laughed. "No touché, I admit I didn't. What do I tell him if he asks me about your weekend?"

"Did you see me having sex?"

"Uh, no."

"Then you can honestly tell him I swam, worked out, ran, all that stuff. Oh and ate way, way too much. These guys are awesome cooks."

Swede studied the teenager. "Okay deal. Are we going to be good to work together?"

Gary sighed. "Swede I can't lie to you. I'd give anything to be in bed with you. To suck your dick and have you fuck me. I'm not a virgin. Not after this weekend that's for sure."

"Um, over share."

"I like you a lot and I hope when I get to be 18 that you'll give me an opportunity to show you. But I do like you for more than just sex."

"What about Scott?" Gary could not see the beefy black man standing just inside the screen door. "Oh fuck, you two together are hot. Every one of these men is hot. And on top of everything else, they are one really terrific bunch of guys. I'm glad to call them friends. I've never felt so much love as I do around these men. But you and Scott, you make one super couple. And, um, when I get to be 18, think of maybe a three-way."

Scott snorted as he walked through the door onto the porch. "You're a persistent little bugger. But you know what Gar, for all that you've been through, you have your head screwed on pretty damn tight. I'm proud of you kid." Gary got up and hugged the man.

"Hey, I gotta go pack what little I brought along. Talk about a great weekend, a few clothes and being naked among a bunch of freaking hot men. Later guys."

Scott laughed and dropped into the chair Gary had just left. "He's a pretty all right kid."

Swede nodded and laid his hand on Scott's bare thigh. "Yes he is. Just hope he can handle everything."

"You get a call from that James freak?"

"Yeah. I have to deal with him Wednesday afternoon. Gary is scheduled to work with me that day and I am hesitant to take him along."

"He might surprise you. He might just haul off and punch the fool." He ran his hand up and cupped one of Swede's enormous pecs. "And you may not even have to pay him to do it."

Tony and Bear were among a group of men lounging around a fire pit enjoying the last of a wonderful relaxing weekend. Bear was propped against a tree with Tony snuggled between his legs. Steve shared a part of the tree with Bear with Matt likewise comfortable between his legs. Matt ran his hand over Tony's lean thigh. "So how much trouble are you in at work for taking a long weekend?"

"None really. They owe me a ton of time off so they had to let me go. Experienced meat cutters aren't as common as they want some people to believe. The way I see it, keep me happy or I go somewhere else."

Bear rubbed his beard into the top of Tony's head. "That ain't entirely true. Tony's got an offer from another chain in town, those crazy sisters, and it's a good one. If our boss doesn't make him a good offer, he's outta there."

"You'd move simply for more money?" Matt scoffed and Steve swatted his tit. "Ow, you pretty much did the same thing, better money, better job. It's a fact of life."

Matt squirmed to look back at Bear. "What are you going to do if Tony leaves?"

Bear took a sip of his margarita. "Um, truth be told. They made us both an offer. I don't gain much in money but everything else is better. Soooooooooooo, if we don't get a good counter offer, we'll be wearing new uniforms in a couple of weeks."

John stretched his long legs and brushed Buzz's arm. "Take your time and weigh it all out. I've wanted to move to a new job for a long time, but each time I get a bit of a raise or another perk, that makes me stay. Ya gotta look out for yourself. If you don't do it, ya end up royally screwed."

Ken grinned. "Um Buzz, comment on that?"

Buzz cupped John's basket. "I get all the screwing I need from John. I like my job. I love my partner, life's good. Course, if he got an offer from a police department in say, Ft. Lauderdale, I'd be packing our bags and toys."

Bill spun around. "Speaking about toys. SO what did your Dad say when he saw you had a PA and tit rings?"

"Oh he's not too sure about the grab and stab through the dick, but." Buzz shrugged. "He won't admit it and he took them out, so you don't know he has pierced nipples."

Ken's eyes got wide. "You dad has tit rings? No way. Oh man, my old man was never that cool."

Buzz nodded and smiled. "Yep, ol' Gus is one great dude. Couldn't ask for a better Dad, well, except for John."

Bill rubbed his chest. "Dayammmm, Gus with pierced tits. No offense Buzz, but you father is a hot man. I'd do him."

Buzz snorted. "Truth is, we'd all do him."

John tapped his lover's chest. "So do you think your dad has ever been with another man?"

"NAHHHHHHH. He's cool, but he's not at all gay. I do wish he'd find a woman to have as a sex partner. He may be pushing 60 but his dick works just fine. I've seen him sprout a woody when he sees a good-looking woman."

John shook his head. "It's hard to believe you haven't offered to help him."

"Yet."

Ken giggled as Doober and Sam the Shepherd came over to lick his face and flop down on top of him. "So where do you think things will go with Spence and Tank?"

Bear shot him a look of disbelief. "Dude, I think they've already consummated that deal."

"Nooooooo." Bear nodded. "Wow, talk about overload for Spence. He gets reunited with his father and an old boy friend in one weekend."

John laughed and scratched his head. "Zeke is literally hell on wheels. I have never met a man in a wheel chair with so much drive and spunk."

Buzz's head spun around. "What about his spunk?"

The men booed as Buzz fell over laughing. Bill rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Okay, who wants to roast marshmallows?"

Sam and Joe stood on the side porch of the cabin. Their arms wrapped around each other's waist. "Silly bunch of friends we have here." Bruce and Steve were inside having a riotous silly time with Tim, Ron, Gary, Eric and Tom. Thad and Brain had joined Swede and Scott on the front porch. Sam and Joe could just make out snippets of conversation from all sides. "Really going to be quiet here tomorrow night, just us."

"Oh, I thought a few people were staying over till Tuesday?"

"No. Eric and Tom need to continue on to DC and Thad and Brian are riding with them. The boys all need to be back to school Tuesday morning, so Gus and Tim want to make sure they get home in plenty of time. Everyone else has to work Tuesday."

"I did not know that. So, you'll have me all to yourself."

"Damn right. Although, there's still Tank's crew."

"You're giving me to Tank's crew?"

Sam stared quietly at Joe. "You really push the blond button sometimes." ____________________

Tank sat at poolside with Gus and Dave talking about being fathers. Harley and Spence pushed Zeke back and forth in the pool on a raft like a big water polo ball. Header, Andy and Pete languished in the hottub. Cesar, LJ and Dave Jr. were cleaning up the kitchen and mixing up another pitcher of margaritas.

Dave Jr. winced when he sipped the cold concoction. "Man, I don't know how people drink this stuff. Alcohol doesn't taste like all that great to me."

LJ poured him a tall glass of iced tea instead. "So you're saying you don't drink?"

"No, not really. I tried beer, eh, doesn't do much for me. And liquor, shit the stuff tastes like anti-freeze."

"Well, a lot of things are an acquired taste. You might change your mind in time."

Dave shrugged. "Maybe but I just don't get the attraction. And the whole thing about peers, since most of them are smaller than me, I don't give a fuck."

Cesar chuckled. "That should make your dad happy. But, give it time. You have a lot of growing up to do. I didn't drink much either when I was your age, now it's something I do but I am just as happy with iced tea. Now sex on the other hand..."

Dave shook his head no. "Sorry, I don't want to be one of those guys who gets some girl pregnant and then either ends up in an unhappy marriage or ditches her and the kid like a real schmuck. Besides, nowadays, if you aren't safe about everything, you don't know what body part might fall off."

LJ laughed and agreed. "There is some truth to that. I know I wouldn't want my dick to fall off."

Cesar shot him a surprised look. "That would require that you actually fuck me once in a while."

"I thought I was supposed to be the bottom bitch? Oh sorry Dave."

Dave Jr. laughed. "No don't be. One of the things I like about hanging out with you guys and Sam and my father and all their friends if that every one is open. Sex is not some taboo subject. Straight or gay. I know way too many people who are afraid to mention anything about sex above a whisper. That is not the way to deal honestly with anything."

LJ motioned for them to head back out poolside. "How old are you? 35?"

Dave Jr. giggled. "Yeah, I know, so many of the kids in my class think I am acting way too old for my age." He flopped down in a chair next to his dad.

"Well, don't be in such a hurry to grow up. You guys will be graduating in a few days and then off to college in the fall. You still have plenty of time to screw up your lives."

Zeke hung onto the side of the pool. "Yeah, take your time and stay in control, otherwise you could end up like me." The men got quiet. "I MEANT, covered with tats, piercings, and a shaved head."

Spence swam up behind him. "Oh we thought you meant ass-fucking some bottom bitch."

Dave and Gus shook their heads and laughed. "Enjoy your youth while you can DJ. We know plenty of parents who would slam our asses in jail if they could just because we let you hang out with these men."

Gus sighed. "Word is out that Tim is gay, no one has confirmed it but kids talk. Well, I have a parents' group meeting tomorrow night and I know the subject will be my son's sexuality."

DJ's mouth dropped open. "But Tim's 18. He's never had sex with any of the guys at his school. In fact, he was a virgin up until a few weeks ago." All heads turned toward DJ.

Gus studied the back of his hand. "I know. He tells me. He didn't have sex at all until a few weeks ago with Ron, who is also 18. Rumours spread like rats and roaches. He's the only son I have living at home and look at me. They accused me of having sex with my son."

Dave Jr stiffened in his chair. "What? Why? How?"

Gus gestured at his body. "Look at me. I'm in my 50's, I live alone with one son, I workout and look pretty damned good. I have well, usually have, tit rings and have been known to hang out with my out' son. You know Buzz the known gay son'. They have all kind of stories going round about him."

Tank shook his head sadly. "They all gossip and never take time to get to know the people about whom they gossip. How is all of this playing with John?"

DJ's eyes widened. "Oh shit yeah. He's a cop hanging with a known fag."

"Well, we don't live in the community where John works so maybe they haven't done the dirty work on John yet. My other sons heard the stories about Buzz, then the ones about my having sex with Tim." The men moaned in disbelief.

Zeke pulled himself up out of the pool and balanced on the edge. "And people wonder why as a counselor I see so many people with problems caused by others."

Gus got up to pour himself another drink. "Well, I don't intend to roll over and let them screw me. They ain't gonna screw up Tim's life and I ain't about to move. So they will just have to get used to me and my gay friends and family. They can kiss my hairy ass and I ain't above baring it so they can." The men cheered and saluted his resolve.

The caterers arrived early the next morning at Sam's cabin to set up for breakfast. Some rain had moved in over night and cooled things off. It was still drizzling heavily so outdoor cooking wasn't about to happen. Tank and the crew from his house arrived around 8:30 to jam into the crowded cabin and feast on the food and friendship. By noon, many of the Pittsburghers had packed and took off to get home. Bruce and Steve had hung around to help Sam and Joe with the numerous loads of laundry.

Eric and Tom were packing their rental and saying goodbyes to everyone. Bruce and Steve were heading to Chicago in a couple of weeks and promised to hookup for dinner. Thad and Brian were driving to DC with Eric and Tom but would be packing up some of Brian's belongings to move to their new apartment back in Pittsburgh. Brian's mother was elated to have her son moving back home with a big humpy lover.

Sam and Joe stood in the driveway as Eric jockeyed the big truck around to head out. He was about 50 feet down the drive when he stopped and hung out the window.

"August. P'town. We've made most of the arrangements on our end. It's up to you to see how many of these guys want to join us. I'll send you an email."

Joe watched the big truck disappear among the trees in the rain. "So we're vacationing in Provincetown in August?"

"Apparently. Eric bought that big house and said something about renting out a big group of condos."

"It'll be here before we know. Guess we better start planning when we get back." Sam looked sideways at Joe. "What? It's never too early to plan a vacation."

"Your clothes could be pretty wrinkled in your bags by then."

"You know what I mean." Sam threw his arm around Joe's neck and laid on a deep wet kiss.

Spence and Zeke were ready to go before Sam and Joe could get back into the house. They hugged the two men as Tank and Harley took over to say their farewells. Header, Andy and Pete were helping the caterers clean up and head out. Carlos, LJ, Rob and Carlos also split.

Sam threw his arm around Joe and pulled him back toward the cabin followed by an equally wet Tank and Harley. The fire warmed the center room as the four men stood to warm themselves. Sam peeled off his wet T-shirt, draped it over the back of an old wooden painted chair and rubbed his thick pecs.

"Probably would be a lot warmer a lot faster if we all got naked in a heap in front of the fire." The four buddies spent most of the afternoon lounging, sucking, fucking, lounging, sucking and fucking. Tank and Harley left at five. Sam stood behind Joe in front of the fireplace and pulled the slightly smaller man tightly to him.

Joe sighed contentedly. "I wasn't expecting to spend an afternoon in a four way with two hot men but that was one helluva way to end the weekend."

Sam playfully bit Joe's neck. "Well there's one thing we didn't do that we should before we take a shower."

"There is? I lost track of how many dicks I had up my ass or down my throat."

Sam seductively kissed Joe's neck and face. "I didn't get fucked."

"But Sam, I'm your..."

"No butts, but mine without a dick."

"But Sam I serve you and...

"Daddy expects to get fucked. Right...here...right...now." Sam slowly worked his way down Joe's body to suck the young man's cock to its full stiff glory. He bit and gnawed on the big sensitive nips. Joe's balls were a large mouthful but Sam coped. His nose nudging the big stiff cock sent shivers through Joe's body.

"Oh damn."

An hour later, Joe sprawled in front of the fireplace panting heavily. "Good lord Sam. I didn't know anyone could work a dick like that with their ass. I think you bent it. It's like something in my brain just snapped and fucking your hairy ass was the goal. I don't think I ever shot a load like that."

Sam chuckled and lightly traced the muscled outline of Joe's right pec. "See, your old man can teach you a few things. It's been a long time since I had you unload a heapin' helping up my ass. Maybe we need to do that more often." Joe moaned in agreement. "Hmm, you seem to be getting some nice blond fur on your chest. Huh, your legs are furrier too."

Joe raised his legs and looked at them. "Yeah. Not sure why but I noticed more hair on my chest. Maybe I'm just a late bloomer. And my nuts are bigger. If we don't play around and I go a day without getting off, they swell up."

Sam fondled the big blond nuts in his hand. "Mine too. Wonder why? You think it's all the sex and being around all our friends oozing testosterone?"

"Damned if I know but I don't mind fur on my chest. I love yours."

Sam leaned down and sucked a sensitive nipple into his mouth. "Mm-mm a nice blond furry muscular bearcub. Yum."

The two men scrounged up leftovers for dinner. Tank and Harley had called to invite them over to the compound but they wanted to spend a night alone in the cabin. Harley giggled then sighed and said he understood. There were plenty of leftovers in the fridge at the cabin for Tank's crew who would be finishing some landscaping and outdoor work the rest of the week. Sam had a cleaning crew he hired through Tank lined up to do the cabin when they left. No one would be using it the next weekend but there would be people there almost every weekend the rest of the summer. The friends were all more than happy to chip in for housekeeping if it meant not having to do it themselves.

Joe snuggled contently in the passenger seat of the big truck the next morning as Sam expertly maneuvered around the parking area with the trailer and Joe's new bike. "This was a wonderful weekend. We need to hit the lottery so we can live like this all the time.

"From your lips."

"So what's on the agenda for the next week or so?"

"Wow. A lot. Next weekend the guys all graduate from high school, so we have commencement to go to Friday evening. Then Saturday, Dave and Gus asked if they could throw a pool party for the boys and some of their friends at our place. I said yes. Gus promised we wouldn't have to lift a finger. It ought to be interesting with the mix of people, gay and straight, who I think they invited." Joe giggled. "I bet I thought the same thing. How do we keep our buddies from not going bare-assed in the pool around all the straight folks? It's also an open-ended kind of party so it could make for a long day."

"Don't forget. You need to teach me how to ride my bike." Sam nodded.

"I have to go to New York for a conference the next week and wondered if we should make a long weekend of it?"

Joe sat up. "Oh damn. I can't. I'm going to Chicago with Bruce and Steve. We're doing a big presentation for a contract we hope to land. Fuck. We won't be able to fuck."

"Well, I don't mind if you play with Bruce and Steve, or Quin since you're going to Chicago."

Joe sighed. "It's not the same. I love those guys but damn, I'll miss you. Hmmm, maybe I should just abstain until we both get back to Pittsburgh."

Sam laughed. "You think your balls can handle that?"

Joe shrugged. "Probably not. They tingle now just thinking about it."

"We have a few days to take off the edge before we head out of town. I don't know what else is planned. Everyone seems to have a lot of work on their plate right now. Steve and Ken have woodworking projects coming out of their ears. Steve may have to hire another guy. Swede mentioned his workload and that he was looking forward to Gary being a big help to him once school finishes. Guess he's just working part time this week. Spence and Zeke both mentioned work issues but I wasn't paying a lot of attention. And who says gay men do nothing but party?"

"The nutso rightwingers. That's who. They don't realize how hard we all work to support their luxury and silliness."

"Amen brother." _______________

Swede scarfed down a sandwich as he tooled up the suburban street to Gary's house. He was grateful that the young man was so willing to work but fearful about James being one of the clients on the agenda for the afternoon. His weekend away had been nothing but problems for his partners where James was concerned. The shyster lawyer had not been the least happy that Swede was not there to take care of the pools and be his sexual target. Swede's heart beat faster when he thought of James being anywhere near Gary. He had a plan in mind to keep Gary away from the predator this afternoon. He could only hope it would work. Gary was waiting on his porch when Swede drove up. The blond teenager was dressed in tank top and cutoffs for pool work. Swede let out a long sigh. The kid spent way too much time in the gym. James's radar couldn't possibly miss all this young beef.

"Hey Gar, how was school?"

Gary flopped into the truck seat, placing his cooler under his legs. "Only four more days and then summer vacation. I only have one more final so I'm spending a lot of time in the workout room. And of course, working with you in the afternoons. I think I can make it four more days."

"Well, the workouts are paying off."

"Thanks." Gary flexed his chest. "I can't help but be inspired being around all you big muscleheadz. And Dave and Ron are always pushing me to pump harder. I'm going to miss them when they leave for college this Fall. And Tim too. Too bad he goes to a different school cause his graduation is the same day as Dave's and Ron. And then, Tim and Buzz and Gus, his Dad, wow those guys are prime beef."

"Okay, cool off tiger. Let's talk about the beef at this job this afternoon."

"Oh, there's beef?'

Swede shot him a sideways glance. "Yeah, and I don't exactly trust him. The homeowner's name is James, very good looking and well built. Likes to show off. He can be a bit pushy and try to, well, aggressively try to get people to submit to him sexually. I don't think you need to be a target for him. This is a big complex. He has an indoor pool, and an outdoor pool and an outdoor hot tub. And a sauna."

"Wow, what's this guy do for a living?"

"Well, he's a lawyer but I think he inherited a lot of money too. I'm going to have you take care of the hot tub cause it's off to one side and away from where I think James will be lurking."

Gary shrugged. "If he's that hot why not have sex with him."

"It's a long story and there are details with which you don't need to be concerned. I'll keep an eye out for him. But looking like you do in that tank and shorts, well, I bet his radar will hone right in on you."

"I think I can take care of myself and I've learned a few lessons. Sounds like he's one of those nutbags who won't take no for an answer. I keep running into them on the net. I have one of those personal pages and it's amazing how many men hit on me just reading between the lines. Married men yet."

"Well that describes this guy to a T. Just be on your guard." Gary nodded in agreement.

They slowly drove up the drive and parked at the service entrance in the rear of the property. Swede showed Gary where everything was located so he could start on the hottub then went to head off James. The beefy lawyer was lounging by the indoor pool naked and stiff.

"As you can see I am happy to see you Swede." He waved his big prick in Swede's direction. I was not happy with the two guys who showed up here last week to do pool maintenance. We had an agreement."

"You have an agreement with my company for pool maintenance. It doesn't specify that a specific staff person has to provide that service."

James got up from his chair and walked slowly over to Swede. His thick erect cock bounced from side to side. "Now big fella, I thought we had a service agreement between us, or you know the consequences?"

Swede sighed deeply. James ran one hand over the big man's left pec and fondled the prominent bulge. "So you honestly think every time I am here to do pool work, that I'm supposed to play around with you?" James leaned close and rubbed his stiff prick against Swede's leg. "Don't you get tired of these games?"

James undid the snap on Swede's jeans. "You afraid of getting fucked? Isn't a little sex on the job like a perk for you?"

"You really are screwed up. No, sex on the job is not a perk for me. You want to see me naked, I don't care." Swede pulled off his T and let his shorts fall to the ground. James tugged at the waistband of the man's briefs until they also slid to his ankles. "There. You happy?" Swede could not control his cock's reaction. James was a hot, good-looking, well-built man with a big dick and a hot ass. Any gay man would get stiff. "Don't think that just because I have a hardon that you get to fuck me."

"We'll see. You seemed to be in total agreement a few weeks ago. You thinking just because you get paid to take care of this complex that it makes you a whore?"

Swede moved to start his work. "No, it makes you one." James rubbed the big beefy muscle butt just as the phone rang."

"Fucking office. I need to take that, big case details, blah blah. Think about our agreement. I'll be back in a few." Swede ground his teeth as the beefy man headed inside. Under other circumstances, James would be a fun playmate, but his stupid attempt at blackmail was wearing thin with Swede. He pulled his shorts back on, folded his T and underwear and placed them on a chair by the door. The indoor pool was in excellent shape. His partners had done a good job the prior week. This may not take long and he and Gary could get off James' property. Consequences or not, Swede intended to send his `agreement' back to James, he didn't need the business.

James was all serious business on the phone explaining what he needed done on this case. The timing of the call was an annoyance since it cut into his time to play with Swede. The little blue helpers he took wouldn't wear off anytime soon but he didn't relish having a stiff prick all day no matter what. He walked back and forth in his home office yammering into the phone but movement outside got his attention. A sly smile came over his face when he got a good look at Gary working on the hot tub. The young man had stripped to a tiny swimsuit and was in the pool doing something. James cock twitched as the water made the swimsuit move even deeper into the succulent ass crack.

"That fucker brought a little helper. No wonder he wants to get the job done and get out of here. Damn, that's one tasty piece of prime boy butt." James hurried through his call and hung up the phone. Swede didn't know James had a view of the hot tub from the office and that there was a door behind the shrubs from the office to the tub. The better for a quick contract negotiation when he needed it.

Gary diligently worked at cleaning all the nozzles including a couple that seemed to be blocked. He was intent on cleaning a strange mark on the fiberglass when a voice startled him from behind. He spun around to find James in all his naked hard glory slipping into the tub. "Oh hi, um, who are you?" James was all the things that pushed Gary's buttons and he felt his dick stir and begin to strain in the tight suit.

"I'm James. I own this little hacienda. Swede didn't mention he had such a prime hot stud helping him today. Does he like to keep you to himself?"

Gary blinked. "What? No. I just work for him, nothing else." James rubbed against the shorter teenager and slid a wet hand over the pumped chest. "Excuse me but I'm here to clean the tub. You have a couple of jets that aren't working. Please sir, don't."

"Mmm, playing hard to get. How old school. I bet I can unclog your jets, bad pun but it looks pretty good to me." His hand slid under the thin material and grabbed Gary's cock.

Gary tried to pull James' hand away but the man had a firm painful grip on his dick. "Please sir, uh, don't take offense but I don't want to do this. Ow, fuck, please don't squeeze my nuts, that hurts."

James brought his arm around Gary's waist and pulled him close. "Damn, I'll give it to Swede. He can pick good looking staff." He pushed close to kiss Gary but the young man pushed back."

"Dammit. I said stop it. I'm not here to be a fuck toy for you. And I ain't one for Swede. He's my boss and I respect that. Get your fucking hand off my dick. Stop. I don't want to kiss you. Gees what the fuck is wrong with you?" Gary pulled James' hand from his dick and twisted the man's arm away. The effort to push James away caused Gary to fall backwards. James fell on top of him and succeeded in getting the kid's swim suit part way down.

"You are one beefy fucker. Bet you're a good fuck. How `bout I slip in and try your ass?"

The water in the tub suddenly splashed around them. James felt a strong hand reach down and squeeze his nuts. Swede slid his other thick arm around James' neck and pulled him off Gary. James screamed in pain. Swede lifted the man up and tossed him from the tub sending skidding across some nearby grass.

"He said he wasn't here to be your play toy. James, you are a totally fucked up bastard. Your wife needs to send you packing."

"He's married?" Gary suddenly shot up and was about to launch himself at James but Swede caught him.

James rubbed his bruised nuts and screamed obscenities at Swede. "You asshole. I'll ruin your business. You'll be on everyone's shit list. You damn near crushed my balls."

"I probably should have. Get some fucking help you screwed up psycho. And go ahead and try to ruin my business. I'll testify that you tried to put the moves on a kid under 18."

James eyes widened. "What? He's not 18. Jesus look at him. No kid that age has that much muscle."

Gary seethed. "He does when he plays football and baseball and spends all his time working out to stay away from creeps like you." Swede struggled to hold back the wet struggling kid. Gary's swimsuit was now floating on the water.

"Get your stuff Gar, we're getting out of here. Clean your own damn pool asshole. And go ahead and try to smear my business. I don't think you hold much credibility."

Swede grabbed his gear as Gary followed behind. James went to stop Gary and play up the fatherly angle. Gary snapped and spun around. Swede stopped his arm in mid swing. He fought to control the teenager as unloaded verbally on James. The man's dick went soft as the kid spared no emotions in telling him what he thought of men like him. It was obvious no one had ever put things in quite the same perspective and was visibly taken aback. Gary scooped up his gear from the lawn and with Swede's arm firmly around his shoulders headed back to the truck.

Swede grabbed a couple of towels from a stack by the pool and handed one to Gary. He looked back over his shoulder at a shaken but angry lawyer. Too bad the man was so good-looking and beautifully built. What a waste of genetic material.

The two men were halfway back to Pittsburgh on 28 when they realized Gary was still naked. He struggled to pull his shorts back on in the truck. Swede watched the still thick cock flop back and forth as Gary got dressed. "I'm sorry Swede. I didn't mean to lose you any business."

"What? I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself. The man's a closeted fucked up mentally deranged creep. Sooner or later things will catch up with him. As far as I'm concerned he's history. I don't need business like that. I feel sorry for his wife. He's a schmuck."

"Huh?" Swede laughed at the kid. They did a couple more jobs before calling it quite for the day. Gary was still too upset at James and asked if he could do dinner with Swede and Scott. "Please. I don't have any homework and don't need to study for my only final, it will be a piece of cake. My parents are going to some meeting and my brother is playing golf somewhere. I don't want to be home alone." Swede chuckled and agreed.

They pulled into the driveway of Swede's apartment complex shortly after Scott got home. Scott was stripping off his clothes as they walked into the spacious flat. He tried to cover himself but Gary just chuckled.

"Please. I've seen enough dick for one day." Scott looked totally bewildered as the two men explained their day. Gary moved Scott's hand from in front of his cock. "Then again." Scott listened intently and still naked went to get beers from the fridge. He handed one to Gary who went to wave it away.

"One beer ain't gonna kill ya and besides by time we do dinner it will wear off. You deserve it." Swede gave Scott a long deep passionate kiss as Gary sipped his beer.

"Why don't you go and take a shower? I'll get another company T-shirt for you."

Gary stood up and let his shorts drop to the floor. "I'll take a shower in a bit. Right now I have something else in mind." He dropped to his knees and muzzled Scott's thick ebony cock. "And don't start with the under 18 shit. It don't make any difference to me anymore. I need me some hard cock."

Swede let out a long, slow sigh before pulling the kid into his arms and hugging him tightly between the two men. "Okay, we'll play awhile but no fucking." Scott shot him a look. Swede mouthed `later' to him and herded them to the bedroom. An hour later Gary was slimed with copious amounts of hot man spunk from all three men. He happily headed to the shower as Scott played with Swede's nips.

"How old did you say he was? He sucks dick like a pro. I didn't have a bit of skill like that when I was his age. I didn't have a clue about mansex then." They listened to the kid humming in the shower. "He's a good kid. Too bad he didn't haul off and hit this James jerk. What'rya gonna do about him?"

Swede massaged his partner's broad back. "Nothing. He's not worth it. I just hope experiences like this for Gary don't make it difficult for him to find someone later in life."

Scott rested his head on the broad muscular chest and sighed contentedly. "Yeah, I'm glad I got mine."

Swede called for pizza delivery as Scott showered then grabbed a quick one himself before the pizza man came. Gary turned down another beer figuring he would have plenty with the graduation parties coming up that weekend. __________

Dave Jr., Ron and Tim made their families proud as they eagerly accepted their diplomas at their respective commencement ceremonies. All three boys were high in their classes and had promising futures. Tim surprised Gary by showing up to take him to dinner after his graduation. Gus was coordinating parties with Dave to throw a party for the boys at Sam and Joe's the next day. Gary's parents didn't question him when he got home at 3 AM figuring he was out celebrating graduations. They didn't get a hint of alcohol. A fact that made his mother relax. Gary just smiled to himself as he settled into bed. A much more comfortable bed than the one in the motel where he and Tim fucked each other senseless.

The friends, family and extended family of the three boys began gathering for the party at 2 PM. The pool was filled with rather sedate teenagers who seemed to be saving up their overflow of parting emotions for later. Sam had planned dinner for five to give everyone time to swim, and eat and then gracefully excuse themselves for other parties. Most of the teenagers hoovered down their food and lounged around the pool. No one seemed to be upset that there was no alcohol. Joe was breathing a sigh of relief that the kids were so good.

Sam teased him until he admitted that he had no memories of some of the graduation parties to which he had gone when he got out of high school. It surprised Sam since Joe was a moderate and careful drinker. Joe went on to further explain he had relatives who had problems with alcohol and that he was determined to not be one of them.

Gus congratulated his son again, the last of his brood to graduate from high school. He fully expected Tim to head out to other parties but Tim only blushed. "Well, to be honest. Gary and I would rather stay here with all of you and spend time together." Gus studied his son's face. "What?" Tim smiled a crooked grin.

"You got a crush going on?" Tim's face went a deeper red. Gus hugged his son and kissed him on the forehead. "Fine by me. Gary seems like a good guy and as long as my boy is happy."

The adults, mostly Sam and Joe's buds could now relax and do some swimming themselves. All of the women who had been at the party were gone by seven so the men lost their swimsuits in the solitude of Sam's back yard. Swede was telling them how proud he was of Gary for fending off James a few days before.

Bruce settled into a nearby chair and patted Gary on the shoulder. "That James the guy who's a lawyer? Good-looking, about six foot, well-built, wife with mega-tits?"

Swede and Gary looked at each other. "Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Oh a friend of mine was considering hiring him but well, the case I guess solved itself." Bruce's eyes twinkled. "Course, his partners are all laughing at him cause they've known for years he was gay. A good lawyer but a mess sexually."

Swede waved his beer in the sir. "You're losing me."

"Well, my friend, Marsha Spacey. You might know her as a drag queen at the clubs. Seems like she was considering hiring him for a sexual harassment suit. But it was dropped."

Sam looked skeptically at Bruce. "Dropped? She just coincidentally was thinking of hiring James?" Bruce nodded matter-of-factly. "Someone was going to sue her for sexual harassment?"

"Oh no. Seems she knew someone was actually committing sexual harassment and she was trying to help him or her with his or her case. But it was dropped when her friend came up with pictures of a uh, well, shall we say, harassment in process. I guess she was in this James' office yesterday to tell him. He wasn't happy."

"No. He probably lost big money."

"Well, not yet, well sort of, but he could lost more. I understand the pictures were quite good." Bruce paused to sip his drink and let the tension build until his partner Steve slapped him. "You two are quite photogenic. Quite a nice swimsuit I understand." He glanced at a stunned Gary. Swede and Gary suddenly looked worried. "It was an especially good one of him grabbing your dick and knocking you down in the pool."

"Hot tub. You mean?"

"Yeppers. Marsha walked right in and dropped some really good glossies of James hitting on Gary here."

Swede's mouth dropped open. "Holy shit. So someone was outside with a telephoto getting it all on film? Gary you should have smiled more."

"He was hurting my dick."

Bruce smiled. "And the others of him grabbing at big ol' Swede at the indoor pool, pretty hot."

Swede stopped in mid-sip. "Um those were inside shots and the sun shades were down."

"Security camera."

"Inside? But someone would have had to been in the house?"

"Yeah. James's wife got real good with the security system. Seems she didn't mind their threesomes or even an occasional infidelity. But James was becoming a real shit about things and um, playing at some poorly thought out blackmail."

Gary fell back against Tim. "His own wife set him up? But how does the drag queen enter into this?'

"Oh easy. Marsha is the wife's brother. He's a drag queen with big genuinely real tits, well implants, but also still has his dick. But you see, James' wife's father was a founding partner in the firm so much of the money belongs to her. And while James is a good lawyer and makes big bucks, she got tired of his living a lie at everyone's expense. So she blackmailed him into a corner."

"So is he still employed?"

"Yeah for now. No one at the firm cares what he does sexually as long as it isn't the bullshit game of taking advantage of people the way he tried. His wife would rather he just be openly gay and they continue their little sexual games instead of his forcing people into something they don't want."

Joe rubbed Sam's leg. "This is all too soap opera like for me."

Bruce agreed. "She tried for years to reason with him. She really does love him and as long as she gets to play once in awhile she's happy. She's as nutty as he is but she wouldn't hurt a fly and would never dream of blackmailing someone for any kind of game. She felt she needed to teach him a lesson. She knew when he met Swede he was falling in too deep and it would just be matter of time."

"So what's James doing now?"

Bruce flashed a wicked smile. "I hear she brought in a bunch of her brother's heavy duty leather buddies from Chicago and James is their fuck toy for the weekend. So he learns a lesson, or two I'm sure, gets to suck and fuck like a bunny and then on Monday, starts to live life as an openly screwed up bisexual man."

The gang lost it over James' story. Gus took a deep breath and slapped Buzz on the knee. "Just goes to show no matter how dysfunctional you thought we were, there's someone out there who goes even further."

"So Dad, does that mean you'll be, you know?"

"Son, I ain't had sex in so long of any kind I wouldn't know what to do. I think my right hand and me are happy. At least I don't have to worry about my hand blackmailing anyone."

Tim quietly looked at Buzz. "As sons, should we be shocked that our old man jacks off and shared info on his sex life with us?"

Buzz scratched his head. "Actually, he shared his lack of sex life with us and how pathetic it is."

Gus shot them a look through squinty eyes. "Don't be disrespectful of my right hand."

Sam slapped his thighs and got up to get drinks for people. "Okay, so James was outed by his wife with fake tits and her brother, who also has fake tits and is now being fucked into next week by some hardcore leather dudes, Bruce is pretending like he had nothing to do with the orchestration of this, Gus explained why his right hand is so calloused, Bruce is pretending like he had nothing to do with that, my nephew is out getting stone drunk, anyone else have anything they would like to share?"

Matt stretched his thick beefy legs. "I saved $50.00 on my car insurance."

Sam pushed him into the pool as he headed into the kitchen.

Zeke pushed his chair out of the way as Sam came close. "Damn Matt. I wasn't about to tell him I use a butt plug attached to my chair seat to stay in place."

The friends lounged around the pool joking and relaxing while shooting friendly barbs at each other. Steve asked Sam if they were going to get to the cabin next weekend.

"No, I have to be in New York for a conference most of next week and don't fly back until Saturday afternoon."

Joe sadly sighed. "Anyone want to keep me company, I have to go to Chicago." Bruce smacked him in the back of the head. "Oh yeah, I'll be with Bruce and Steve."

Zeke looked at the two men. "Spence and I are in New York for a conference next week. Some cross functional research, medical, blah-blah blah thing." Sam nodded in agreement that it was the same conference.

Buzz sat up. "I'm going to New York for that." Officer John looked at his questioningly.

"I have to be in DC for a police conference."

Matt tilted his head. "I'm in New York too."

Steve pursed his lips. "Ken, we're on our own next week."

Bill held up his hands. "Now that's not so true. You forgot Ken and I are going to the cabin next week for a couple days and the weekend with Tony and Bear."

Steve dropped his shoulders. "Damn, what am I doing wrong?"

Swede shrugged. "I must be doing the same thing cause I'm working my ass off, so is Scott and Gary. Well, you know, us blue collar slobs gotta do the grunt work to keep the white collar guys happy."

Matt pushed Swede into the pool on that. Total mayhem broke out in the pool as the guys all jumped in for 30 minutes of horsing around. They were all laughing and toweling dry, as the night got chillier and people started to pack up to leave. Buzz elbowed his brother Tim to look at their Dad. Gus was busy drying but neither missed the major hardon on sticking out front.

"Maybe we need to find a man for Dad." Tim sadly agreed and told Buzz he was concerned about Gus when he left for college in the fall. He would then be alone in that big old house all by himself. "He'll have his right hand." Tim rolled his eyes as he walked over to talk to his father.

"Hey Dad. I don't know exactly how to ask this but is it okay if Gary stays over with me tonight? I mean, his parents are okay if he does but if you aren't right with it then he doesn't have to stay." Gus snickered at his youngest son's question.

"Are you two mo's going to keep me up all night with your sexual hijinx? And if he doesn't stay over are you going to be moping around all horny?"

"OH no. My room is on the other side of the house and I promise we'll be quiet and won't bother you. I know this is your second weekend off and I would never dream of disturbing you but I sorta like Gary."

Gus smiled. "Yeah, I can tell and not by your face. Okay, he can stay over. I'll even make breakfast for you if you don't sleep in all morning."

"Super. And breakfast would be awesome, pancakes? We plan to go running in the morning. You can join us."

"I just might do that." Tim hugged his dad close but had a moment of panic when he realized his dick was going hard. He looked at the ground, red-faced and embarrassed. "Look Dad. I don't want you to be alone and if you need help, I mean, you know, with not getting any and well, need relief. Uh, I'd be glad to help."

Gus shot him a shocked look. "I appreciate the offer Tim but I don't think it would be right between us."

"No Dad. I disagree. I love you so much. I'd do anything for you."

Gus swallowed hard. "Oh well, um, thanks Tim. But let's just go with Gary staying over for the night." Tim agreed and rushed off to tell Gary.

Tony carefully watched as Bear slipped his jeans and T-shirt back on then turned around to find his shoes. "What?"

Tony let out a low growl. "You are looking so hot. I mean the weight you lost only makes your thickness and your muscle and the furry chest, I mean you look really good. Damn, I am so happy we are finally moving into an apartment together. Fuck."

Bear hugged Tony close. "Holy shit." He ran his hand over the stiff rod in Tony's jeans. "You're like super rock hard!"

"Yeah, that's the effect you're having on me. We need to get home as soon as possible."

"All righty, then. Well guys, it's been a wonderful day. Talk with you all soon. We gotta get home. I'll drive Tone. Let's go. Night." Tony held his towel in front of him as he waved good night and they excited out the driveway gate. The friends softly smiled.

Matt grinned happily. "Bear's looking pretty damn good since he's lost some weight and I think Tony is having a real hard time over it."

Joe ran his hand over his still damp hair. "By that, I take it to not mean difficult?"

Matt giggled. "Right. I mean hard. I thought his dick was gonna explode. Those two are in for the night." Steve and Matt helped Sam and Joe clean up the last remains of the party before heading home themselves.

Joe snuggled against Sam who was quietly reading in bed. "That was a fun day. Long and exhausting but fun. I'm going to miss you for a few days next week. What am I going to do by myself in Chicago?"

Sam smiled evilly over the top of the paper. "You won't be alone. Bruce and Steve will be there. And Quin. I'm sure they will keep you company."

Joe nodded as he settled into bed. "Yeah, but it's not like sleeping with my Dad."

Sam kissed the top of Joe's blond head. "No it isn't. I love you Joe."

The friends chatted the next couple of days at the gym and via email. The first holiday and big event of the summer had past and things were settling back into routine. Steve stretched as Sam the Shepherd scampered around him anxious to join in his morning run. He got back in time to see Matt off on his trip. Matt's son was staying with his grandparents for a few days and now the house was quiet. Steve sat on the back deck and sipped his coffee as Sam waited for Doober and Ken to appear. Ken came down to walk his dog as Bill was leaving for work. He chatted with Steve as Bill headed out the drive in his truck.

Ken sat in a chair next to Steve. "So we have a lot to do in the shop before heading out Thursday."

"Yeah, truly. Guess I should shower so we can get started."

"Um, no don't. I like to smell you working next to me. Makes me all primed for Bill when he gets home. Hey, Matt is only gone for a couple of days but if you need, well, Bill and I would be glad to share. Hmm, I'm glad your deck faces the shop."

Steve blushed when he realized his dick was sticking out of his running shorts. "Oops. Thanks bud but I think I'll save myself until Matt gets home. I know it's only a couple of days but it's really strange how quickly we've come to depend on each other and have become a team. When my wife and I split, I never believed I would have been starting again and falling so hard for some beefalo like this."

Ken smiled. "I hear ya. Well, the offer stands. I'm more than willing to lend a hand. Or whatever."

Steve smiled as he got up, shook his legs, tucked his dick back into his shorts and motioned for Sam to go to the workshop. He threw his arm over the shorter Ken and let it slide down to the bubble butt. "Believe me, it's a real challenge to hold out for Matt to get home. Woof."

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