Starting Again

Starting Again Chapter 31 by lennoxbear@gmail.com

It was a typically quiet Monday morning. The neighbourhood slowly got back into the workday mode. Vince and one of his crew pulled up to Sam and Joe's to do a bit more work mulching around the landscaped beds. Joe and Vince had decided the beds would look more balanced if they were a bit bigger. His crew had completed that work on Friday but had not been able to get back with mulch. He was busy pulling down a wheelbarrow and shovels when Joe walked out the front door.

"Hey treeman, how ya doin'?" The warm June day promised to be another humid scorcher and Vince was already shirtless. His almost as muscular helper had stripped down to just shorts. Vince opted to wear jeans since he was often the one climbing trees. Joe tried not to stare at either man's chest as they worked away.

"Morning Joe. We wanted to get the mulching done to help keep the dampness in from the morning sprinklers. I think the beds will look really good."

"Oh yeah. And the flowers are finally coming into their own glory."

"You should be a landscape designer. What you've done here looks awesome. You want to do some consulting work if I need some help?"

Joe sipped his coffee. "Uh, ya know that's tempting. I really like doing this but never gave it much thought and well, I don't have the formal training."

"Some people just have the knack. You could sell your reputation on what you've done here and over at Steve and Matt's. Oh and you helped Spence too didn't you?"

"Yeah. Spence needs to get his butt in gear and water otherwise things are going to fry in the summer heat."

"It's supposed to rain this afternoon. I think he counts on that."

"Still. You did a great job trimming and pruning, and then planting some new stuff. He needs to keep them watered if he doesn't want them to die."

Vince chuckled. "Um, he's distracted at times and being out of town a lot doesn't help."

"You ever talk to him about installing a sprinkler system?"

Vince's worker chimed in as he flexed to push a heavy load of mulch. "We gave him an estimate but he's been away more than he's been home. You see the ramps we put in around the backyard and pool?"

"No, haven't been over there. I'll try to stop by and drop a few hints on the sprinklers." Vince took a deep breath and wiped his forehead. "You might want to push him to move quickly. I have a ton of bookings and not much free time to schedule." He turned to walk across the yard to help his buddy. Joe admired the beefy round muscle butt. "I seem to have picked up a lot of gay customers. Must be our good work."

Joe paused a moment. "Uh, well, I'm sure it is." Vince shot him a big winning smile. "Okay, it doesn't hurt that you're a fellow gym rat. I have to finish getting ready for work. Don't forget you have the key to the pool area if you and your guys want to swim after work."

"Thanks." Joe walked back into the cool house thinking to himself how interesting Vince and his guys would be swimming preferably naked.

Vince waved a sweaty dirty hand as Steve, Matt and Ken jogged by on their morning run. The dog-walkers and other walkers were showing up as they tried to get their obligations done before the heat of the day.

Spence helped Zeke in the shower. The ritual that took a bit longer since Spence did whatever he could to suck another load from his partner's floppy dick.

"Dude, give it a rest. You're not going to get a third load. I'm spent. You've become quite the little cumhound."

Spence rinsed as Zeke sat on the big oversized shower stool Spence had found. Zeke had to admit that muscle butt was looking good. "You sure? Maybe one more go at it?" He slid his arms under Zeke's and lifted him up for a long kiss.

Zeke sighed. "Damn, after the fuck fest we had this past weekend I am amazed I have anything functioning at all. But, I have an eight AM appointment, so we need to get moving if I'm to be on time." Spence helped Zeke get dressed and into his chair all the time moving around the room bare-assed naked. Zeke bit his tongue, spun around on his wheels and headed for the kitchen. He was surprised a couple minutes later when Spence appeared in snug jeans and pullover. "Casual Monday?"

"Yeah, we have a retreat kinda thing today at a hotel and they said we could dress in jeans." The jeans did little to disguise the beefy butt and thick legs and the shirt failed just as much as it stretched across the full round pecs. The two men ate a quick breakfast, grabbed their stuff and headed out the door. "We need to talk tonight about your moving in here. Your lease will be up next month and I'd like to have you here."

Zeke stopped his lift in mid-air. "The only thing that keeps me from moving is a fully accessible house and you've slowly been changing that."

"So what's stopping you then?"

Zeke looked bewildered. "I've never lived with another man before. Well, father and brothers don't count. Never been in a long-term relationship. And here you are offering me a whole new life. It's a bit confusing to someone who's always had to prove how independent he could be."

Spence walked over and took Zeke's hand. "I'm not asking to take away any of your independence, hell your free wheeling attitude is what make you so damned attractive. I'm asking because I love you and want us to have a life together. That and I can then have sex with you whenever I want."

"Oh? You think just because I might move in you can have sex when you feel like it?"

Spence cupped one of Zeke's big pecs in his hand. "You hard now?"

"Yeah."

"I rest my case. Think about it. Love ya. Call me later." Zeke watched Spence pull way as he strapped his chair into place behind his van's steering wheel.

Steve, Matt and Ken were jogging past the house and waved. He sighed. Somehow, he never quite imagined himself as a freewheeler in the suburbs.

Tony nestled the phone in the crook of his neck and listened intently. He hung up the phone, washed his hands again to make sure all the blood was gone and headed out into the store. He found Bear checking inventory in the laundry aisle. Bear turned to say hello and was grabbed, hugged and kissed before he could react.

"Uh, what was that? You could give a customer a heart attack by kissing me. I mean, two men kissing in a suburban Pittsburgh grocery store. Scandalous!"

"Well, they'll just have to get over it. Had an early call from Mary. The house is ours. The sellers called her late last night and are accepting our offer."

Bear hugged his lover. "That's super. We get to be two more gay men homeowners. Can't wait to tell everyone."

Tony leaned against the shelving. "What about we have everyone over to my apartment for dinner Saturday and announce our plans?"

"Okay, but neither of us has an apartment big enough to hold everyone."

"Well yeah so it will be cozy, or we just do it at dinner."

"We have a few days to plan. Will Sam and Bruce be back by then?"

Tony shrugged. Don't know. We can call Joe. If they don't get back, Joe will be climbing the walls. A week without Sam plowing his ass, ooooo baby, he's gonna be wired."

Bear glanced around and groped Tony's ample basket. "Sorta like I am now." He giggled but stepped back quickly to adjust his belt. "Having a hard time keeping my pants up. Weekends at the cabin with the working out, the running, and the swimming and well, sex are good for my diet."

Tony glanced at the slimmer furball. "Yeah, you're looking good and have developed one helluva beefy butt. You'll be giving Matt a run for his money soon."

"Oh I sincerely doubt that. If he could bottle whatever he has, he'd be a millionaire."

Tony smiled. "Yeah, I miss having him here at the store. The man had like zero attitude or ego and worked well with everyone. Throw that beef into those tight black jeans he wore and damn."

Bear looked at his watch. "We need to stop this or we'll be attacking each other in the storeroom. I need to finish this. We'll talk about the house thing at lunch."

Tony nodded, took a quick glance around and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before sauntering off. Building security had watched part of their conversation on camera. The surly older man fidgeted in his chair and mumbled something about damn faggots. One of the store secretaries glanced over his shoulder and frowned at him behind his back.

Steve, Matt and Ken stood gasping and dripping sweat in the backyard. Ken bent over grabbed his legs and stretched. Steve looked at the doubled over blond and sighed. "If I had been able to do that in high school well, I never would have had sex with a woman."

Matt rolled his eyes. "If we could do that now we could have sex in tighter spaces."

"Nah, I like my room when we go at it."

Ken stood up and shook his arms and legs. "Okay, you two stop it. Gees Matt, that log of yours is almost hanging out of your shorts. It's a wonder we don't get arrested for public lewdness when we jog."

"Shit, if showing some dick when you ran was cause for arresting someone, 75% of the guys out their running would be behind bars. It was always one of the big motivators for me for running."

Ken did a couple more stretches. "Me too. That and following a beefy butt when I run."

Steve's face lit up with a big goofy grin. "Me too."

Matt shook his head. "Okay that's enough. I need to get showered and off to work. No time for wanking."

Steve giggled as he headed toward the kitchen door. "Not what I had in mind."

Matt's shoulders dropped. "We had a whole weekend of playing around. My ass needs to recover."

Steve squeezed the beefy butt as he walked by. "We need to work on that recovery time. I'll be back down in about 30 Ken." Matt waved and jumped past a grabby Steve. Ken smiled and bounded up the stairs to his apartment. Bill was standing in the kitchen completely naked and eating a bowl of cereal. Ken held open his arms for a hug and Bill stepped back. His big black snake flopped as he moved.

"Oh no, I'm showered and need to get going or I will be big time late for work. I'd rather be back to my seven AM starting time. This eight stuff confuses me."

"Yeah, I like getting my day started earlier too. Fortunately, it also works for Steve so we can be ready to hit the gym when Matt gets home. Mmmm, coffee." Doober stood nearby licking Ken's sweaty salty legs.

"That dog's going to get high-blood pressure." Bill leaned over to put his bowl in the dishwasher. Ken rubbed his butt and teased Doober about licking there. "Don't pick on the dog. Licking my butt is your job. Go shower, you stink."

"Ahhh, you love it, otherwise, your dick wouldn't be getting hard."

Bill looked down at his growing cock. "Damn. It'll probably be half hard all day now. You have a bad effect on me."

"Imagine what it would be like if we lived together all the time."

"Yeah, oh,...no. Damn." His cock stiffened more. Ken's eyebrows went up. "I really like this apartment for its efficient layout but I do admit if we were both here all the time it would be crowded. Did Steve say anymore about the old lady's house next door?"

"Only that he thought she said she had sold it without ever really having to list it long."

"Damn, someone had their eye on it. It's a beautiful house and being next door to these guys would be convenient. Oh well, maybe we should look at that other place down the back of the hill."

Ken followed Bill to the bedroom as the man got dressed for work. "I've been thinking."

"Always dangerous."

"Ha ha. Steve has that other sort of storage building on the back of his property. It would need a new driveway and lots of work but it could be rehabbed into a really cool contemporary kinda space."

Bill shrugged. "I've only seen it from the outside. Looks pretty garage-y to me."

"It's an old neighborhood store and the owners had a garage in the back. The front faces the old road and we don't go that way very often. I think there was an apartment on the second floor. I'll have to ask Steve for the keys so you can see it."

Bill tucked in his shirt as Ken dropped his shorts and stood outside the shower. "I don't know. It would need a lot of work and money."

"But we could have something really unique."

"We already do. Black man, white man."

"Hmm, that's so last Tuesday. Gotta shower. Think about it and I'll ask Steve today."

Bill adjusted his cock in his workpants. "Okay. I better go before I am total wood and looking like a republican politician." Ken tapped his foot on the shower. "That's for toilet stalls. You have to drop the soap in the shower." Bill turned to walk out when he heard the soap hit the floor. "Too late."

Ken was unlocking the shop door a few minutes later when Matt walked out the back door and waved. "Steve might be a few minutes late, uh, we did a little role reversal. See ya at the gym later." Ken shrugged his shoulders and let Doober scamper into the shop.

"Wonder what he meant by that?" A few minutes later Steve walked in with Sam pushing past him to greet his buddy Doober. Angie followed trying to be aloof but with her tail going a mile a minute. "Matt said you might be a bit late something about role reversal?"

Steve winced. "Yeah, he did a quick job on my ass for a change. It's like being fucked with a quart bottle. He may not have the longest cock but that fucker is thick."

"So we won't be sitting for a while I guess. Where's Ben?"

"Oh, he's next door. Didn't I tell you? He's buying the woman's house next door."

"What? Damn. I didn't even get a chance to see it. That fucker."

"He struck up a conversation with her and well one thing led to another."

"Shit. Oh well. Bill and I were wondering about that old store front apartment building on the lower road."

Steve stopped as he watched Ben sauntering down the driveway pushing his motorcycle. "Damn, that's one nice hunk of straight man. Uh, gee Ken that place needs a ton of work."

"Well, that's okay. Let's go see it at lunch. Hey Ben, you look pretty chipper after a long weekend with your bike buds."

Angie spun around the tall man's thick legs. She was beside herself with joy to see him. After a couple minutes of petting and getting his face thoroughly cleaned, he stood up to get himself some coffee. "It was a phenomenal weekend. You know that woman I mentioned to you guys? Well, she was there and we had a great weekend getting to know each other. And yes, we did spend one night together. She didn't even blink at my rod."

Ken laughed. "If I had known not blinking was a requirement for getting to play with it, I would have been practicing."

"You know what I mean. A lot of women take one look at it and swear off that it's too big. Not her. She got, oh well, you can fill in the blanks."

Ken was about to push for more info when Steve whacked him in the back of the head. "None of our business. Besides, straight sex, ewwwwwwwww."

Ben rolled his eyes. "Yeah right, like it's much different, tab A goes into slot B. So guys, how was your weekend away?"

Ken waved his hand. "Oh the usual, swimming, working out, running, naked mud volleyball, the return of the guy who assaulted John, nothing more."

Ben stepped back. "The guy who assaulted John? What? Naked mud volleyball?" Steve gave him a quick synopsis of what transpired with Snake. "And that brings us back to naked mud volleyball?" Ken embellished the crazy games and had Ben practically snorting coffee through his nose. "Now that sounds like a ton of fun. Maybe I'll have to go up and join you some time."

Steve looked at him and grinned. "It was naked GAY mud volleyball."

"So? A straight guy can't get naked and play? That's discrimination."

"Well, things do get a little playful."

"Eh, as long as no one tries to fuck me. Don't think I could do that."

Ken took one look at the beefy butt as he walked away and puffed out his cheeks. "I bet there'd be a line to find out." Ben slowly ran his hand over his tight worn jeans and flexed his butt. "Oh that's too distracting even for a bottom tramp like me. Hey wait a minute. Not so fast houseboy. Steve here tells me you're buying the house next door, true?"

Ben smiled from ear to ear. "Yeah, I really liked that house cause it reminds me so much of the house in which I grew up. I talked about it to the woman there and well, she was more than happy to sell it to me. Four bedroom." Ken whimpered. "What's wrong with him?"

"House envy. I think he and Bill are getting the urge to nest."

Ben nodded. "Well, there is that cute bungalow down the road."

Ken tilted his head. "And that old store front of Steve's on the lower road."

Steve brought out their work orders. "I hate to bring this up but what happens if you don't get out of having to report back for duty?"

Ken leaned against a wall. "I don't know but I don't necessarily want to sit around and wait. Too much can happen so I want to focus on making things happen that are positive."

Ben rubbed his shoulder as he walked by. "I agree. We all need things or goals to work toward."

Steve studied Ken's quiet face. "So. Let's try to get a couple of projects done today."

Swede fished around under his shorts to keep his balls from being crushed as the big truck bounced down a rough road. He and Scott had been a bit friskier than either of them thought they would be after a weekend of playing and fun. He was glad he had given Gary a couple of errands to run. And since Jack was hanging out around Gary, the last thing he needed was two buff teenagers distracting him. Making his balls ache more.

Gary was waiting when the store opened to get a load of pool chemicals for their customers. Swede had faxed in the order so everything was ready when he pulled in with the pick up. Jack was tagging along because he couldn't handle being at home all day with his parents. He was afraid he would slip and say something about the weekend he had just had of playing sex toy. Jack's father eyed Gary up one side and down the other when he stopped by that morning. Gary was shirtless and wearing small cut offs that just covered his tiny swimsuit. He knew Jack had to be wearing something similar under his shorts.

"You boys going to the gym later?"

"Yeah Dad. That okay?"

"Sure, just call your mother and let her know when you'll be home for dinner. We're going to some fundraiser tonight so she'll leave you something in the oven."

"Cool, tell her thanks and that I love her." He gave his father a quick kiss on the cheek and jogged over to Gary's waiting truck. "I don't believe I just did that. I kissed my father on the cheek. I never do that. Affection is not a big thing in our house."

"So?" Gary shrugged. "I hug and kiss my Dad all the time."

"Yeah but your Dad is okay with you being gay. My Dad would have a hernia if he found out. I don't know what he would do."

"Don't let it worry you. So you showed him some affection. That's not like hard case evidence that you are gay."

"No but it's enough to make him suspicious. My brother hardly comes home just to avoid the inquisition. Hey, do you think Ron and Tim would want to come over to swim tonight? We can pick up some burgers or chicken and grill?"

"Maybe. We'll call them when we get to the first stop. Check the address on the clipboard." Gary glanced over. "Ewww, it's gropey guy. Some slimy sorta fat guy who tries to grope Swede or me if he's there. He's married but plays around. Swede tried raising his prices but the guy still hires us. We both have learned to work around him and Swede has been pretty good at setting the work schedule when he's not home."

"Sounds like a winner."

"He was probably good looking at one time but has let himself go. He's always somewhere in the house naked. Big cock and huge balls. His only redeeming attributes. I can't believe his wife doesn't have a clue. But he makes big bucks so she probably stays around for the money. Be on the alert when we get there."

"Aye aye, cap'n."

The small convoy of vehicles made good time leaving DC but got caught in heavy summer traffic on the interstate. It was mid afternoon when Tank's cell rang. He glanced at the number and handed it to Snake to answer. He could see Bruce and Sam in the truck behind him and John and Buzz in the Charger behind them. They were getting in to major speed trap country so he adjusted his acceleration accordingly. Snake nodded in agreement.

"I've had a few tickets myself through here. Be on the lookout. Hello, this is Snake. Oh, hi Doc, please say it's good news." Tank listened carefully as Snake carried on a one-sided conversation with the doctor. He seemed both happy and concerned at the same time. Snake flipped the phone shut and slipped it back into a holder on the dash.

Tank looked at the big man sitting across the truck from him. The face showed he was deep in thought. "So, wha'd he say?"

Snake took a deep breath. "First, I am free and clear as far as STD's is concerned. Are concerned? After weeks of getting fucked bareback most of the time, 15 to 20 times a day, well, that's a small miracle. Although, the freak that kidnapped me loved to flush me out constantly. They still aren't sure what all they gave me to cause this quick muscle growth but imagine it has altered my chemical make-up to some point and that I could go through some weird withdrawal. He wants me to keep him informed on my workouts, moods, body changes, blah blah. And..."

"What? No STD's, you're hyped up on growth hormones and steroids, we can handle that. What else?"

"He thinks they were giving me doses of sex enhancers or some other kind of chemical stuff to make me well, a sex addict."

Tank was reflective for a minute. "Normally, most gay men would just shrug and say the problem with that is??? But, having been around you for a few days now I can begin to see and understand signs of that. Let me ask. Is there like a physical need for you as well as a psychological one?"

Snake took a deep breath. "Yeah, the more I've been thinking what I went through being fucked almost nonstop, and some days the only nutrition I had was what guys shot down my throat, well. I can see how I am reacting when I am not getting the same amounts of uh cum in my daily intake."

"An apple a day!! Do you feel you are in danger in any way, or does the doc?"

"No. He is concerned and wants to do some more blood tests when we get back. He thinks my nuts are always going to remain huge. LJ likes that." Tank smiled and snorted. "He's not sure how or if my hair will all grow back. It's a wait and see on that. Basically, he thinks they got me all twisted mentally and that it may take me a while to figure out what I want."

"Will it?"

"Nope."

Joe hung up the phone after his second call to Sam that day. Steve watched him out of the side of his eyes as he organized the folders in front of him. "So how's he feel about our having to go to Chicago for a couple of days?"

"He's says he's okay and that he misses me but I can sense some concern in his voice. We don't really spend much time apart."

"Well, he knows I'll be there and this time you are staying in our apartment instead of on your own. Cute young thing like you. Those big dangerous leather men would snarf you up and kidnap you if I wasn't careful."

"Again?"

"Okay, bad joke. But I think you've grown. Bruce and I think a lot of your work here and trust you. And I think Sam can trust you. Besides, there's always Quin who would gladly keep an eye on you among other things. And, I think we should try to spend some time with Jim and Al. They're good guys and I really like them."

"That would be cool. We can hang out at the gym."

Steve shook his head slowly at the musclepup's posing. "Sam really has you hooked on this workout thing. It's an addiction."

"Yeah, but I'd like to think it's a healthy one. Before Sam, I worked out. But after meeting him it's like I started again with a whole new outlook on getting big."

"And look where it's gotten you."

"Yeah, usually fucked by my hot muscle dad."

Steve rubbed his thick round shoulder. "Ahhhh, that's sounds just like Bruce and me, oh gawd, twenty five years ago. Wow time flies."

"Woooow, twenty-five years. Damn you guys are old."

"Oh you will pay for that."

Ben sauntered in from the end of the driveway. It had been a busy day in the workshop. The three of them had finished two big projects. Steve was busy on the phone working on delivery arrangements. Ken was happily playing with the three bored dogs. Ben had stripped off his short and stretched. He was grateful that Steve had the foresight to install a shower in the building. He could clean up before heading out to meet his new lady friend. The mailman was pulling up as Ben walked to work off some pent up energy. The man tried not to stare at the lean muscular tattooed man and handed him the mail. Ben nodded and glanced down at the bundle. "Damn."

He walked into the workshop and placed the stack in front of Steve. Steve looked at the top envelope and glanced up at a frowning Ben. "Hey Ken letter for you."

Ken wandered over. He was shirtless himself now and his jeans had come dangerously close to slipping off while frolicking with the energetic dogs. He read the return address and took a deep breath. His hands trembled as he tore open the envelope and read the contents. His face dropped. "I have to report back in two weeks. They aren't sure if I will be deployed back to Iraq but I definitely have to do something." Ben sighed and hugged Ken close.

"We'll all do whatever we can to hope you don't have to go back to Iraq. Prayer, chant, whatever. I'm sorry bud." Steve got up and came around to hug Ken.

"You and Bill really need to have that talk now." Ken nodded and took a deep quick breath.

"I'm scared."

"I don't doubt." The three men huddled together reluctant to let Ken go. Matt walked in from across the yard, took one look at the three men and knew. He pulled Ken into his arms when the other two let go.

"We love you buddy. We'll do what we can to help. Any ideas?"

"You could sit on my face."

Matt stepped back and shot him an evil look. "You are so warped." Ken chuckled as he collapsed against the big man.

Jack hung out with Gary and Swede trying not to get in the way but eager to help if he could. Swede asked him twice if he wanted a summer job but Jack seemed hesitant to take him up on it. Swede just smiled and walked away.

Gary jumped into the pool and swam to the bottom to check a drain. He resurfaced and clung to the side. "So, it would be cool to have you working with us. Swede and his guys are good men and heaven knows we could use the help. You don't seem very eager to take him up on his offer. What's up with that?"

Jack sat on the pool and frowned. "I'd like to take him up on the offer. I love being outside and around pools, hangin with you and Swede would be terrific, and then going to the gym and pumping, it's a dream, but."

"But what?"

"Aw, my dad has this pride thing going on that I shouldn't have to work and that he should be able to provide everything for me. I mean, I have it good. If I want something, I just have to ask. Problem is I'd rather earn my way. I see how my mom is. She's like brainless, one step away from total Stepford. I don't want to be one of those guys who get everything from Daddy. Well, unless it's a Daddy like Sam. Or Tank. I'd roll over quick for that. Ooo, or Gus."

Gary pulled himself up and sat on the side of the pool. Jack tried not to notice the lack of pubes when his swimsuit slipped downward. "Yeahhhh, I agree. They are hot men. Maybe you should give your Dad one more try. Or go behind his back and work in secret."

"Uh, I think he'd notice that I would be leaving everyday. And the first time he needed me to do something I'd be stuck making excuses. Hmmm, I better feel him out."

"Yeah, do that. I'd like to have you around. Hey do me a favour, go inside and check the temp gauge again." Gary held up a plastic sandwich wrapper. "This was stuck in the one drain. This guy's a pig."

Jack jumped up and walked into the small storage room where these folks kept their pool furniture, pool supplies and way too much other stuff. He felt a cool breeze over his back as he knelt to read the temperature. The fat owner was on him in a second, pushing down his swimsuit and grabbing his always semi-hard teenage cock.

"Damn, I knew that had to be a good one. How's about I relive you of some extra spunk kid?"

Jack squirmed to get away but for a fat man he was strong. "No please. I ain't that kinda guy."

"Sure you are. I watched you and your buddy. Bet you'd be naked and sucking each other off if you weren't here." His hand tightened around Jack's cock and to his horror it began to stiffen. "Fuck and it's a grower. Come on let me suck you off. You're a kid. You'll pop your load before you have a chance to count to 10."

"I don't think so. Let him go." The two men spun around to find Swede blocking the outside doorway. "He works for me and I don't pay him to get off with the customers. Come on, drop his dick." Fat man did as he was told. Jack scurried past and around Swede. Swede stood straight up to his full six foot four height and crossed his arms over his massive chest. "Unless you want to be looking for another pool maintenance guy who can keep this cheap ancient tub operating, I'd advise you to not manhandle either of my boys. Besides, if you want a challenge, suck mine." Swede unzipped his cutoffs and let his big, thick cock flop loose. The man took one look and gulped. "Yeah, didn't think so."

Fat man tried to recover and say something smart. Swede just ignored him and finished up the task at hand. "I'll talk with you next week to see how things are running. As long as you don't throw any more garbage into the pool and clog the drains, you should be good. Gary, Jack, let's go." Gary zipped across the pool area and out the side gate with Jack on his ass. He didn't bother to even slip his cutoffs back on and slid into the truck behind the driver's wheel. Swede sauntered over and leaned against the doorsill. "You okay Jack? The man wanted some fun but I don't think you want his kind of fun." Jack shook his head no. "Okay guys, see you tomorrow morning. We got a big pump overhaul in the South Hills and like three other jobs out there. You too Jack. Go pump your bods."

They watched Swede slide into his truck and pull away in front of them. Jack sighed. "Oh man that guy was creepy. Why'd he do that, grab me and all?"

"He's desperate. Swede's pretty sure he hires hustlers so believe me you don't know where his mouth and ass have been."

"Ewwwww, can we skip the workout and just go back to my place. My folks are out for the evening and we can swim laps, workout on in my gym and maybe have some other fun. Huh?"

"Sure. I'll call my mom. And Tim and Ron." A few minutes later, the two teenagers were laughing and walking through Jack's big empty house to the pool. "You going with us tomorrow?"

"Yep, I think I'll take Swede up on his offer. In the meantime, I have an offer for you." Jack dropped to his knees taking Gary's tiny swimsuit with him. He kissed the head of his buddy's dick and licked at the full balls. "Mom copped out and left me money for pizza. I need me an appetizer first." Gary sighed. No one could see the two young men going at hot and heavy male sex behind the high walls. Jack lay on his back and begged Gary to fuck him harder, both took turns sucking off the other, they lay in each other's arms on a big raft and kissed. It was a good hour and a half before Jack got up and called for pizza delivery. He knew the deliveryman who didn't even blink when he answered the door fully nude and smiling.

Tim and Ron had both had other plans so it left the two young men to amuse themselves. They scarfed down their pizza and salads, hit the weights in Jack's gym for a quick workout and then headed to Jack's room for a long shower. A long shower that involved another round of Gary's cock slamming into Jack's ass. It was nearly nine when Gary walked into his own house and waved to his parents. They were reading the paper and relaxing with a glass of wine on the patio. Gary chatted with them a few minutes about his work day and swimming and working out at Jack's. He excused himself to head to bed. His father made a comment that this job seemed to be good for him. It kept him busy and out of trouble. Gary quietly nodded and agreed that was probably true. He kissed them both and hurried off to his room. The door lock clicked behind him. In minutes he was sprawled naked on his bed, another pool of his thick cum splattered over his lean abs.

The caravan of trucks and John's Charger kept in touch via cell phone. They were all ready to pull over about six, find a hotel, maybe a gym and have a hot shower. The little town they chose wasn't much more than a truck stop so they had to forego the gym. The food in the small restaurant more than made up for the road trip. All of the men complimented the crew on the great meal and headed off to their rooms. Buzz was eager as John shot them a wicked smile.

Bruce gave Sam a confused look as they walked away. Sam just laughed quietly. "Oh John has a thing on having sex after a good meal. Buzz will probably have a big smile on his face tomorrow."

Tank smirked. "He'll also be lucky if he can walk."

Snake sighed. "I'm jealous."

Tank looked at him sideways. "What? I ain't good enough?"

Snake blinked. "You mean?"

Tank shook his head. "Oh you bet your balls that ass is mine tonight. Among a few other things." Sam and Bruce waved as they headed upstairs to their rooms. "Come on son you got some work to do. Where the hell is our room?"

"It's at the end of the hall. I don't know why the clerk put all of us in rooms so far apart."

Tank studied the two truckers walking into the room next to theirs. The two big men nodded and smiled as they closed their door. "Oh I do. She thinks your some hustler I picked up somewhere and I'm paying to have a good fuck."

Snake frowned. "Why would she think that?"

Tank rubbed his butt as he walked into the room in front of him. "Snake, you're this big beefy obviously way younger man with an ass that says fuck me and a basket that says easy treats. Uh, she's in for a surprise."

Snake looked around the sparse room. "Please Tank, I need a good fuck. You gotta ..."

"Oh we'll get to that but first things first. Strip." Afraid Tank would change his mind and not have sex with him, Snake practically ripped off his clothes. His body physically ached for cum and sex. His brain reeled at his addiction to eating cum. If Tank wouldn't help him, he'd have to find a way to sneak out and get some. Maybe the two truckers. "Damn Snake, I don't know what the hell they did to you but you are one huge fucking side of beef and these nuts, mm-mm." Tank fondled the big swollen orbs as Snake shuddered. "So son, you were on the receiving end the whole time you were held as a slave in Chicago. You never got to really have good man to man sex?"

"No sir, not until LJ and Carlos. But I haven't fucked anyone in a long time."

"Yeah we need to work on that." Tank slipped his big calloused hand behind Snake's neck and pulled him close in a long, passionate kiss. Snake's temperature rose as his body responded. His nipples were swelling and pushing out from his chest, his cock was rock hard and twitching with his heart beat. His ass involuntarily puckered anticipating the drubbing it would get from the older man's big cock. "Grab your kit we have some work to do. Tank dragged the younger man in to the shower and gave him a full thorough scrubbing. Only LJ and Carlos had made Snake feel this way. When Tank's big hand slid between his ass cheeks and found his quivering hole he audibly sighed and gasped. He wasn't at all prepared for the cleansing Tank gave him insides too. Tank prepped him until he thought his nuts would explode just from his touch.

Snake turned to lean out for a towel. "Oh no buddy, we ain't done. Now you do me."

"But sir."

"Nope, you don't get yours plowed until you fuck me. You gonna fuck your Daddy?" Snake's knees almost gave out from what he was asking. "Show me what you learned." Snake used the flexible hose and warm water and repeated to Tank what the older man had just performed on him. A few minutes later Tank toweled them both dry. "Okay, now get the lube." Tank stretched out on the bed and raised his legs. "Show me what you can do." Tank coached him on fucking Daddy ass until Snake shot ribbons of hot thick man juice all over the man's furry abs and chest. Snake leaned forward to kiss him. "No Mike, not yet." Snake felt his cock stiffen again when Tank used his real name. "You have some cleaning up to do.

Snake cleaned every drop of his cum from Tank's body. His cock rock hard and bouncing the whole time. "Now sir?" Tank smiled as Snake pressed their lips together. Tank could taste the sweet juice in the man's mouth and moaned.

"Good. Now you ready for me to get some of your butt?" Snake breathed in sharply. "On your back."

Tank carefully lubed Snake. "Well, Mikey, this could take a while. You feel great." He slammed home as another round of cum shot up out of his cock and landed in big gobs on his chest. "Keep yourself busy while I get to work." Snake wiped his cum into his hand and cleaned it completely as the big man rocked him. A good thirty minutes went by and his cock was once again stiff and ready. "Now you have to wait until I say so."

Tank slammed the man's hungry ass another thirty minutes and then gave Snake a big evil grin and nodded. Snake gave up his third load as Snake continued to pump. He lay panting on the bed as Snake continued a slow fuck. "You want some more Mike?"

"Please sir." Tank pulled his pulsating cock from Snake's ass and moved up over his lips.

"Take it." Snake opened his mouth and accepted the big head of Tank's dick. The man came for close to two minutes giving Snake a full and complete balanced meal. Tank squeezed the last couple of drops into the gasping man then fell to his side. "Damn that was good. Harley likes it when he gets to fuck his Daddy because he knows what he's going to get in return. Did you like that?" Snake could only nod and mumble. "You need more?" Snake's breathing increased. "Damn, fuck, they really did create an addiction in you. Hmm, we gotta quell that, wait here." Tank got up and walked out into the hall still naked, his cock only slightly less hard. He returned a few minutes later with the two truckers from the room next door. The two men were wearing only jeans which they immediately dropped.

Tank flopped onto the second bed. "It's up to you Snake. These men are willing to help you. This ain't pimping you out. You want to play?"

"My choice?" Tank smiled and nodded. "You bet." Tank watched for the next hour and a half as the two men shot another load each up Snake's ass and down his throat before thanking them and heading toward the door. The smaller of the two men stopped to thank Tank.

"My Dad says I need to thank you proper like. Sir would you fuck me?"

Tank got up to hug the two men. "Thank you for your offer but I am afraid I have to decline. We have a few hours of driving still ahead of us and I need my beauty sleep. I know it doesn't look like it helps much but it is important to me.

"Well, if you change your mind just bang on the wall and my boy will be right over to take care if you." The two men didn't even bother to pull on their jeans when they stepped out into the hall to return to their room.

Tank flopped back on the bed and pulled Snake to him. "So tell me. Are you physically in pain if you don't get cum?" Snake's face went pale as he slowly nodded. "Did the doc give you any idea how long this will last? No? Really. Damn, what the hell did they give you?"

"I don't know but it scares me more each day. I didn't think much about it when I was being held in Chicago cause I was pretty much getting fucked or sucking cock all day long. But now I have more of a normal life. I'm scared." Tank looked at the big man next to him and thought how strange that sounds from a man that size that had been a cop.

"Well, we'll have to work through it. You think you can sleep?" Snake felt Tank wrap himself around his body as the lights went out. He had to jack off twice in the shower the next morning to calm down. His need grew more every time he thought about LJ and Carlos. Tank asked Sam to have someone do some research on the mess Snake was in the next morning. Sam called Dan who gladly had one of his students start the research. Dan would call later that night saying he and Gus had a very hot episode after reading the findings. Gus sent his thanks.

Joe emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped around his small waist. His chest hair still damp and laid in a sexy pattern over his thick pecs. Steve knocked on the bathroom door and entered with a large mug of coffee.

"You okay?" Steve was already dressed in a shirt and tie for their morning meeting. The dress shirt did nothing to hide his impressive build. The suit pants clung to his beefy muscle butt.

Joe sighed. "Yeah, missing Sam. We did the phone sex thing last night but it just ain't the same. I need to feel all that muscle pressed against me."

"Yeah, I understand. But usually Bruce and I are on business together so this is weird for me. Um, your towel is starting to tent."

Joe blushed. "I think I'm going to have a problem this week. Sam thinks I got off but I am trying to save myself until Friday when we get back."

"Are they sure they'll be back to Pittsburgh by Friday?"

"Not sure but they are going to make every effort. Snake called the guys who were with him in DC and explained what is happening. They said they would help him pack. From what Sam overheard, he thinks those three could be a lover's triangle although one guy is married."

"Yeah well, we all know about married men and the supposedly straight life some folks lead. Quin is going to be disappointed if he doesn't get to share some time with you."

"Yeah, I know and I don't think Sam would mind if I slept with him but I don't, well I do think sex with him is great but I want to try the monopoly thing."

"Monogamy."

"Oh yeah that too. So are we meeting Quin for a workout?"

"Everyday. Our schedule is that we should be able to do our entire meeting thing in the morning, do some office work in the afternoon and be in the gym around three. A couple hours for working out, a good dinner and some time to relax. It took Bruce and me a long time to learn we don't have to kill ourselves anymore. Good work has its rewards. I'll let you get dressed. Your chest getting furrier?"

"Yeah. Sam says I'm finally growing up." Steve giggled and walked out of the bathroom. Joe cupped is fat nuts and groaned. "These things will be the size of grapefruits by time we leave Chicago." Their morning meeting went perfectly. Steve was elated. Joe was working on details for their next morning's meeting to keep his mind off Sam and his need for sex. Steve walked in with his ever-present cup of coffee and flopped into one of the large leather desk chairs. "Bruce sends his love and if it is any consolation, he says Sam is approaching the dangerously horny stage and it's only Tuesday."

"I'm sure Snake would gladly help him."

"Yeah he probably would but evidently Tank and Snake had a little fun with a couple of truckers last night and well, Snake's got a big shit eating grin spread across his face. They should be at his old apartment by now and packing for the return." Joe nodded his head to the side as if to wonder how the meeting with his former cop buddies went. "I had a long talk with Bruce and this is for you." Steve handed Joe an envelope. Joe opened the flap and looked inside.

"What's this?"

"It's a bonus for the work you're doing on these contracts this week. Things are basically a formality this week. We should sign every single deal, all three and we felt it wouldn't be right not to share with you."

"This. This. This is a lot of money."

"Maybe, but we know what you do to make these things happen. Everyone with whom you work, all our customers praise you non-stop. You work hard Joe and you deserve the reward."

"Wow, Thanks. I'm floored. And I didn't even have to blow anyone."

Steve got up to leave the room. "Yet." Joe's eyes flew open. "I'm kidding. You are so cute. Hey, almost forgot. Ken called Bruce. He got his letter to return to duty and was asking our help from a legal perspective."

Joe's shoulders sank. "Oh shit. How can I help?" He got up and walked across the room holding the check out in front of him. "Take this and pay for whatever you have to do."

Steve's eyes teared up at Joe's gesture. "No buddy. Whatever Bruce and I have to do, it will be gratis. Ken's our friend. He needs our help. Frankly, I don't think we can do much. And it makes not one fucking bit of difference how out he is now. They need men to go back to Iraq. He could be the world's biggest flaming queen; they would still send him back. We'll do what we can to protect him."

"What about Bill?"

"Bruce and Sam also talked with Matt and Bill is very worried but trying not to show too much to Ken. They evidently had very loud sex last night uh, several times." Joe tilted his head with a confused look. "But, they're across the yard in the apartment. Wow, that's some loud sex then."

"Tell me. Ken has to report in two weeks so Bruce and I are on it. Ken and Bill are also talking to Steve about buying that old garage building he owns a couple of blocks away. I don't think I've ever seen it but they think it could be a cool place to live. So, well, no matter Bill has decided he wants to buy it. He wants it to be a place that Ken can come home to or that will remind him of Ken."

"Let's hope for the come home part." Steve nodded. "So are we still meeting Quin at the gym between three and 3:30? Good, got my gym bag packed and I'm ready for a good workout."

"Me too. See ya at three."

Joe closed the office door and adjusted his stiffening cock. Damn, just thinking about the big beefy black trainer had his balls churning.

Joe and Steve were changed and warming up when Quin arrived already dressed from having just finished working with a client. Joe took one look at the big smiling musclehunk and sighed. His cock stirred in his baggy shorts. Quin pushed them through a grueling two-hour workout. Joe was a soggy mess when they finished but felt pumped and primed. Steve said he would meet them at the restaurant. He needed to hurry back to the apartment to call Bruce about a couple of details and would shower there.

Joe headed to the locker room with Quin. He averted his eyes as the big man stripped for the shower. Joe grabbed his towel and soap and walked quietly toward the showers. Quin took his things from him, placed them on a shelf and pulled the young man into the steam room with him.

"We have some time so relax." Quin's touch made Joe's cock go hard. Fortunately no one was in the room as Quin wrapped his fist around the throbbing prick. "Damn buddy."

"Oh shit." Joe quickly explained what he was trying to do for Sam but Quin never let go.

"I respect that but I can still tease you to a point. And then there's this." Quin pulled him to his chest in a deep steamy kiss. "Damn, I ain't yet met a man that pushes my buttons like you or Sam. You guys are so lucky."

"Mmmm, yeah we are. Dude your hardon is stabbing me in the nuts."

"Sorry, but I can't help it. Hopefully it will calm down before anyone walks in here. This room is usually empty until a few of the evening cruisers finish their so-called workout. NO, don't touch it. Oh fuck." Joe had evilly stroked the ebony tool a couple of times. Ribbons of thick cum covered the young man's cock and balls. Quin trembled.

"Damn dude, sorry. I didn't think you had a hair trigger."

Quin laughed. "Well, this guy I been seeing has been away for a week on business and I was sort of holding off myself. Didn't realize I was that close. You're a mess. Here." Quin scooped some of the drooping cum from Joe's pubes and cock and licked it off his hand. "Evidence gone."

"Oh yeah, that helped a lot." Sarcasm dripped with the steam. "Except I still have a painful stiff one." The door started to open and Quin pushed Joe to a bench in the thick steam. "Wow, a couple of minutes in here may take care of things."

A few minutes later Quin and Joe emerged from the steam room as the cruisers began to arrive. Neither one had a full stiff cock anymore but both men had bloated pricks flopping out over full balls. They found a corner in the showers and began to lather up. Just the proximity of being by a slippery beefy Quin was enough to bring Joe's cock back to half-mast. He just shrugged. "I can't fight it." His prick stayed semi-erect the whole way through dinner. Jim and Al had joined them adding to Joe's discomfort. The five men enjoyed a lengthy dinner and discussion about Snake and his dilemma.

Joe gave in to Quin spending the night wrapped around him in bed. He was a physical wreck when Steve handed him his coffee the next morning. Steve smiled knowingly. "Still saving it eh?" Joe nodded and slapped at his bloated cock. "You think you'll make it until you and Sam are back home together?"

Joe took a long hit from the hot coffee and leaned against the bathroom counter. "I don't know. The longer I'm around Sam the more I need him. I don't know how some people never have sex."

"They lie. Well, this morning's meeting is with a guy who hates suits so do some nice jeans, those black ones you have and a pullover."

"And that's going to be better for my cock how?"

"Well, a bloated half-hard cock in a pair of jeans doesn't look as weird as a hardon struggling to escape suit pants. Did you uh, fake phone sex with Sam again last night? Dude, you can't keep doing that. I swear your balls are swelling."

Joe ran gel through his flat-top. "Oh believe me they are. They feel like lead weights between my legs. And no, you cannot hang weights from them for fun." Steve chuckled and walked down the hall. What Joe didn't know was that Sam was also faking sex on the phone and trying not to shoot until they were home together. But Steve knew from talking with Bruce. Bruce wasn't sure how long he could handle Sam. The longer he went without getting off, the more sensual he became outwardly.

Gus stood in the showers at the gym Wednesday evening after an especially hardcore workout. Steve and Matt had already finished and left to dress. Kevin was still lathering at the shower nozzle next to him. Bill and Ken had once again cut their workout short to go home and fuck. Ron had also cut it short to go home to help his mom. Tim walked into the shower and adjusted the spray. His father hardly noticed the young man sidle closer.

"Well tonight's the night Dad. I'm going home with the two of you."

Gus stared out from under the hot spray and gave him a puzzled look. "You still live at home so what's the diff. You need a ride?"

"A ride, yeah that's it. Tonight I ride your cocks." Gus dropped his head as Danny glanced around the communal shower. Glad they were alone. "I'm 18 and I want my dad to claim me."

Gus sighed and turned the hot water up hotter. "Tim, I love you but I have this mental block about having sex with my own son. It's not right in my mind. Don't look at my dick. It has a mind of its own."

"And it's telling me you want to do this. I need the cock that made me up my ass. I want to taste your cum. You're fucking me and we'll finish this little talk in the car." He stroked Gus' semi hard cock as he walked away.

Gus lathered up one more time. "Danny, help me." Kevin shrugged.

"I can't Gus. Sexually, Tim is a very attractive young man and any gay man would jump at the chance to bed him. But he's your son and I respect that and understand you do not want to cross that line."

"Us cross that line."

"What?"

"He said he wanted us to fuck him. He's expecting a three-way."

Kevin rinsed the shampoo from is short hair. "Oh Gus, I don't know, he's your kid. I can't have sex with him."

"If I do, you do." Gus turned off the shower, glanced around the empty room, grabbed Danny by the neck and planted a hard kiss. The younger man's boner shot straight out in front of him. Gus smiled slyly. "Come on, we need to get moving." Kevin rinsed knowing full well his cock wouldn't relax after that at least not by much. Gus and Tim were both in jeans as he walked back to the locker. Father and son tried to avoid an uncomfortable moment of sexual desire. Neither bothered to put on shirts. Kevin had to quickly pull on his jeans and shoes to avoid being left at the gym.

Snake gave his buds a quick tour of his relatively small apartment. John walked back into the living room and flopped onto the sofa. "This isn't bad. Have you given any thought as to what you are keeping, what gets donated and or tossed."

Snake leaned against the counter that separated the kitchen from the living-dining area. "Yeah, been thinking a lot about that. I made a list of some stuff. I can call Goodwill in the morning and arrange a pick up of the stuff I don't want. My baby sister needs some stuff so I left her a message but haven't heard back. My dad probably won't let her talk to me."

Sam perused the CD collection. "You think your dad will drop by?"

Snake sighed. "I don't know. I don't really want to see him. The more I think about it the more I realize how fucked up he made me. And still how he has a hold on some of my family. I have two brothers who have escaped. I emailed them but haven't had a chance to check to see if there is a response. If we can get things packed and back on the road without seeing him, it's fine by me.

"Interesting CD collection. Somehow I wouldn't have figured you for quite this eclectic a choice range. And you didn't have a clue you were gay?"

"I had lots of clues but denied it all. But that has all changed."

Bruce studied the former cop. "You have a long journey ahead of you and lots of friends to help." Tank called Snake to come into the bedroom. Snake handed Sam his list of things to pack to keep and walked back to find Tank.

A few minutes later Tank dragged Snake back into the living room dressed in full muscle-hugging leather. "Damn, this is fun dress up. This dude has as much bike leather as any of us. More on the gay side than he was aware. Look at him, ain't this hot?"

Sam sighed deeply. "Those of us who are desperately horny beg you to please change. Or better yet, we have some time. Snake where's this gym you told us about? Let's go pump for an hour, have dinner and come back to a packing party." The gang pulled their gym gear out of their bags and waited for Snake to check his email. He walked back into the living room looking like a somewhat new man.

"I had long emails from my brothers. Didn't read all the details but neither one of them has a problem with my coming out. However, dad is ready to kill me and my sis is afraid to see me. She gave a list to my brother of what she will take of my stuff and he will get it to her." The men could see him grind his teeth. "I need to sweat. Let's go push around some weights." The six men grunted through some heavy weights for an hour, decided to pick up pizza on the way back and forego showering until they got back to their hotel. Tank was going to spend the night with Snake at his apartment.

Two large burly men stood outside Snake's apartment when they walked down the hall. Snake visibly shook when he saw his friends. The two men who had been accomplices with John's rape. They unashamedly hugged Snake. One kissed him full on the lips. Then both stepped aside to have a long talk with John and Buzz. They were knocked off their feet by the warmth and open forgiveness from Officer John Sullivan and his boy Buzz. With two more sets of hands, the eight men made quick work of sorting what was to go to Snake's sister, what would be picked up as donations, and what had to be packed for the move back to Pennsylvania. Snake's one friend thanked the men and took off having to work the morning shift. The second was in a deep discussion with Snake in the bedroom. Buzz happened to see them locked in an emotional embrace and kissing. The man left shortly after, saying a quick goodnight and trying to hide the tears on his face.

Snake walked into the living room and slumped to the floor against the wall. "He more or less came out to me but told me he could never be open here because he feared for his job and on some levels his life. I understand that, believe me. His family is almost as conservative as mine."

"He can get a job as a cop in another city where he could be openly accepted."

"I said that. I think he may consider it but if you don't mind Tank, and if LJ and Carlos don't mind, I'm going to invite him to visit and spend time with all of you the next time you come down to the cabin. That okay Sam?"

Sam sighed and rubbed Bruce's knee. "There's always room for one more in this family."

"He's terrified of starting over again somewhere new and of not having any ties to his family or friends down here."

"Well, you know and can help him understand what has to happen. You've come a long way. In a really short time."

Snake nodded slowly. "Oh man, I fell into the shithouse and came out smelling like a rose."

Tank snorted. "Hate to disappoint you bud but ain't none of us smelling like a rose much right now."

John stood up and stretched. "I agree. We have things really well organized for tomorrow. I say we head to the hotel and get some rest."

Snake thanked them as they got up to leave. Tank waved quietly from the corner. Buzz smiled as he got up from the floor. Snake rubbed his shoulder. "You've hardly said a word all day."

John snickered. "Be grateful."

Buzz hugged Snake. "When I think of everything that has happened, between you and John, and your friends, how your family is on one side and you're on the other, the mess of what they did to you in Chicago, except for the fact that I like your size."

John smiled. "Your point Buzz."

"I count my blessings to have the family and friends I have. I'm sure they scare the nutcase rightwing conservatives in the world but I love them. Things will be fine Snake. These men are probably more on your side than you know, and you know a lot more than you realize." He hugged him again, groped the enlarged basket and turned to leave. "See you in the morning."

Snake closed the door and stared at it. Tank walked over and held him in his thick arms. "You okay Mike?"

"Yes sir. I'm starting my whole life over again and I should be shaking in my shoes but all I get back from these men is love and caring. I like it when you call me Mike. It sounds good. It always sounded like a punishment when my father said it."

"Let's go shower and get some rest."

"Shower, then you will fuck me senseless and then sleep."

"Oh."

The next morning passed quickly. Goodwill came by and picked up the donations. The men met Snake's brothers who were as equally down to earth and masculine as Snake. Buzz was practically beside himself imagining being on the bottom of the three brothers. The men were warm and friendly and genuinely open to Snake's new friends. They promised to get a message to their sister and get the things she wanted to her safely. Snake had worried it would be a sad and lonely goodbye but the three men quickly conspired to meet in the fall behind their father's back and to remain a family unit no matter what.

It was decided that the larger things would be easier to have transported by movers. Sam tracked down a company that showed up just before noon and loaded up the larger furniture items. That left Tank's truck for the smaller more breakable items, electronics, and a few clothes for Snake to get by until thing were delivered the following Monday. The men were about to break for lunch when a long older Buick pulled up. A large somewhat out of shape man lumbered out of the car and stood outside the building. John noticed him first. There was a strong resemblance to Snake but a resemblance long since made cold by hatred and mistrust.

Snake met him at the door. "Dad. I didn't expect you."

"Michael. Of course you didn't. You didn't think your sister could keep a secret did you?"

"Not when you beat it out of her." The man pulled his hand back ready to slap his son but thought better of it when he saw the size of the men helping Snake.

"So you've given in to sinful ways. Become a homosexual hated by god and all who fear him."

"People aren't hated by god, only those who choose their own meaning to the scripture."

The big man didn't expect Snake to argue back to him. Bruce and Sam thought it best to use their time to finish loading items in tandem teams keeping any eye on the untrustworthy man but giving Snake some space to resolve issues and get things off his chest. Snake did well until his father began attacking his new friends and his brothers for choosing a path other than his high and mighty uninformed one. Snake would occasionally make eye contact with Bruce, Steve or Tank and gesture for them to let him handle the man.

Snake did well and then his father heightened his unfair attacks on the men helping his son. Men he really didn't know. His diatribe became viler and then the silence broke. When the man made comments about John and how he deserved what Snake had done to him, the crushed look on Snake's face was one of intense pain. Buzz snapped straight up and spun around. He was in the man's face in three steps.

Sam and Bruce stared in awe at their friend. "John, should you stop him?"

The big cop leaned against his car and crossed his arms over his chest. "Too late now. The man made a critical error. Gentlemen, stand back and watch."

A small crowd had formed on the street feeding the need for an audience for Snake's father. Their faces reflected that they did not entirely agree with the obnoxious view of religion he espoused. It grew as Buzz tore the man apart, argument for argument, point by point. The support swelled in favour of Buzz. Buzz had the man cornered and was easily ripping him a new asshole.

A police car pulled up and two large uniformed men got out. Snake's father didn't recognize them as his partners in the crime against John. He tried to argue over Buzz for them to defend his view. The crowd booed his pleas. Buzz was a man possessed to defend his friends, his view of family and that his god was not one of hatred and violent acts against people they didn't understand. The man was everything wrong with the country. Snake's father finally ducked away from Buzz and ran for his car. One of the cops handed him a ticket as he tried to hide from the taunting crowd.

"What's this for? I ain't done nothing."

"Driving with unsafe broken taillights."

"I don't have a broken taillight you fool." The big man walked to the back of the Buick and smashed a light with his boot.

"You do now."

"You'll be sorry you did that. I have witnesses."

"Really? Anyone see anything?" The crowd cheered the cop. The man turned and slowly removed his hat and glasses. A look of recognition slowly spread across the old man's face.

He made another effort to sway the crowd to his perverted view by trying to appeal to the cop's hatred of all things gay. Of all the despicable things his former son had done to upset his religion.

The big cop just laughed at him. "You really are screwed up." He walked to Snake and grabbed him by the back of the neck. "I love your son." He threw his arms around Snake and laid into him with a long wet kiss. Buzz fell to his knees exhausted. John rushed to him as best he could and pulled him to his feet and into his arms.

Snake's father looked as if he would breathe fire. "You ain't heard the last from me Michael, but you ain't my son no more."

Snake stood calmly with one arm around his cop buddy and the other around Buzz. "That's fine. I don't need you anymore." The man jumped into the Buick and sped away.

Snake's cop buddy looked as if he would faint as people in the crowd congratulated him. Slowly people walked away. Snake stood holding his trembling friend and kissed Buzz's forehead. Sam and Bruce crowded in with Tank. Sam rubbed Buzz's head.

"Where did that come from? I've never seen that side."

John laughed. "I have. That's the Buzz who reamed me a new one. That's how I broke my leg. Scared me at first. Now it's sort of sexy. You're gonna get so lucky tonight."

The men walked back into Snake's apartment one last time. Tank walked through the empty rooms. That's it. We cleaned this place out in record time. If we leave soon we can be half way back and do a layover for rest at some hotel along the way. Sam, you find us a place. Snake we'll be outside." Snake stood quietly with his friend and co-worker of ten years.

"You, uh, mean that out there? That you love me and all?"

The big cop smiled and hugged his buddy. "Yeah, I do. Not in a lover kind of way but a sorry we didn't get to be fuck buddies kinda way. I think. I don't know. I'm really fucked up. I don't know what I'm gonna do Mike. This ain't no town for a faggot cop and I love being a cop. Uniform thing aside."

"You have a uniform fetish?"

"I'm learning a lot about myself. Gonna miss your grunts at the gym. Won't miss sharing a car with you after tacos though." The two men laughed. "You, you know, physically okay after that whole Chicago thing. I mean, I ain't ever seen anyone put on as much muscle as this in such a short time. And, the uh, balls, dude it's like you have tennis balls down your pants." Snake smiled.

"I got a pretty lucky clean bill of health. Doc is still trying to figure out what all they gave me, some super cattle hormone no doubt. And my nuts are a mess. I'm like addicted to cum, you want to help me?"

His friend paused a long time. "No, I better pass."

"So, other than the sex mess I got us in to, you ever really made love, good love man to man?" The big man shook his head no. "Don't wait to find out the hard way like I did what you're needs are inside. I don't want you to be alone."

"I know. It's a lot of thinking I have to do. I'm. Well, I'm confused but the Internet helps."

"You can be a cop in a big city, Philadelphia maybe. Wouldn't be that far from where I would be. Or maybe even Pittsburgh. That's where a lot of my new friends are from. I'm lucky. I coulda been a sex slave and ended up in some foreign whore house some wheres but someone got me away from there. And they had the good sense to drop me in the middle of these guys. I'll get my laptop set up as soon as I get back and drop you an email. Promise to come up and visit."

"I promise." Snake pulled him close and for the first time the two men shared a deep intimate kiss. "I do love you but we'd be wrong as lovers. Too much alike. You better take care of yourself. And when I come to visit, I expect to have lots of man sex."

"Uhhhhh, I don't know if I can promise the sex. I sorta met a couple of guys and feel like we are on our way to being a threesome. Yeah, I know, pretty weird fuckin' stuff." The two men walked outside. Snake's friends were quietly waiting with his other cop friend. Snake hugged his other friend. He watched as the two men climbed back into their unit and drove away.

Sam walked up behind Snake and rubbed his shoulders. "You ready to hit the road?" Snake shook his head. "I know it isn't easy walking away from the place you called home, from friends and family, but we'll do all we can to help you. This is a pretty big-hearted group of men. Their hearts are bigger than their biceps."

Tank snorted. "That could mean we all have enlarged hearts but you get the point."

Bruce walked over with his cell phone. "Let's roll. We'll be driving into rain so it would be nice to find a hotel and let the rain pass overnight."

Snake walked from one man to another and thanked them. He came to Buzz last. He pulled the shorter musclepup to his chest and laid on a long deep kiss.

John tugged on is shirt. "Don't go getting him wound up. We'll be having to stop somewhere along the highway again to have sex and I can't afford to break the other leg."

Snake threw his arm over Buzz's shoulders and smiled at John. "I can't thank you enough for being here. And you, the way you took on my father. No one and I mean no one ever talks back to him."

"Well, he's wrong." Buzz explained matter-of-factly.

"Not in his world he isn't. I'm sure I haven't heard the last from him. Let's hit the road." Snake slipped behind the wheel of his own pick-up and led the caravan out of town.

A few hours later they were tooling into the parking lot of a small but well-maintained motel. Bruce swung his long legs out of the truck and stretched. "Rain's not far off. Steve sent me info on this place, there's a good restaurant nearby and a gym that gets four stars. Who's up for a workout?" Every hand shot up including John's with his cast.

The buds back in the `burgh slammed through their workouts. Very little was said. Everyone was weighing their response to Ken's having to report back for duty. Ken had been particularly focused as he pushed weights. He only spoke when spoken to directly. Even the younger guys like Tim and Dave understood the concern. Ken smiled and thanked them. He sauntered off to the locker room and stripped for the shower. Bill watched him cautiously as he undressed. "What's going through your head Kenny?"

"Way too much. We'll talk more later. But, and this is really weird but before I go I do want one thing to happen, I mean this is bizarre but it means a lot to me for some strange reason." Bill looked up from pulling off his shoes. "I want every one of these guys including Dave and his dad to fuck me and fill my ass with their spooge." Bill dropped a shoe.

"Yeah, you're right that is a bit weird."

"I want a part of them in me when I go back and if I go back overseas, I want to know I had at least one close intimate moment with all of them."

"And dinner wouldn't suffice?"

Ken laughed. "No. No it wouldn't. I still love you with my whole being but I need physical contact with them. You won't be upset?"

Bill looked around the room. A few of their friends were stripping down to shower. "No, oddly enough it doesn't seem to bother me. Can I supervise?"

"You betcha." Ken pulled him close by the base of his dick and kissed him. "Let's get soapy."

Joe stood in the locker room of the gym in Chicago and examined the tiny piece of cloth in his hands. He had a small tan line around his butt that was barely a strap line coming around to his cock and balls. His dick flopped lazily out over the swollen cum-filled nuts.

Quin glanced over his shoulder. "What's that?"

"My favourite swimsuit, well more like a posing strap. Tom, of Eric and Tom gave it to me and I think I put a hole in it."

"There's a shop just down the street where I bet he got that. We could get you another one."

Steve wandered over and recognized the tiny cloth immediately. "Ooo, dress up. You could model them for us." He giggled as Joe's cock started to rise. "Uh huh, doesn't take much."

Joe sighed. "I am so horny. My balls may explode before I get to see Sam again Friday."

Quin gave Steve an evil grin. "Well, I'm sure Sam will make it all worth your while." He slipped his arms around the beefy blond from behind and cupped the ginormous pecs. "These bad boys are getting bigger and hanging down like real musclehead pecs now. Oh man, the nips get hard instantly."

"Stop it. So do I." Joe wiggled free and tried to hide his nearly erect cock. "Look what you've done."

Quin giggled. "Dude, 80% of the guys here are gay. They'd kill to spend 10 minutes with you. But you have one helluva prize waiting for you when you get home. You only have a couple of days. You can do it."

Steve threw his towel over his shoulder. "Thank heaven it only takes an hour to fly home. If it was a cross country flight, he'd be in the plane lav jacking off to the turbulence."

Joe looked up a bit concerned. "Oo oh. Turbulence! Better not wear my butt plug."

Jim and Al walked into the locker room. "Okay, now there's a conversation you don't hear in a gym very often. Hey guys, quick shower and dinner on us before we have to hit the hay." Jim dropped his head and snored. "This one could fall asleep anywhere."

Swede lingered over his coffee and morning face sucking with Scott. Both men were approaching full staff when the doorbell rang.

Scott picked up his coffee cup. "That ought to kill the mood. Damn. My nuts are still sore from last night."

Swede walked to the door and found a pensive Jack waiting. "Hey morning Jack, want some coffee?" The young man looked over his shoulder and shook his head yes. He walked into the neat apartment and waved at Scott. The big beefy black man strode over and hugged him.

"Gotta run. You guys have a good day. Call me later Swede. Looking pretty buff there Jack."

The young man blushed and hid his crotch. "Thanks." Scott smiled as he stole another kiss from Swede and left. "He's nice. On top of being like major prime beef. Damn. Here." Jack handed Swede a piece of paper. Swede opened it and cautiously looked up at Jack.

"You got your mother to sign a work permit?" Jack nodded. "Does your father know you're working for me?"

"No. That's why I am a bit nervous. My mom agrees that a job is a good thing but knows how stubborn my dad can be. We'll have to play this by ear as we go along. But I really like working with you guys, so I hope it's okay?"

"It's more than okay.

Gary stuck his head in the door. "Saw Scott in the lot. So what's up for today? Ohhhhh, a work permit. All right Jack." The two men did a high-five.

The rest of the day passed as normal for all of the friends. Snake and his entourage of friends drove the rest of the way back to Tank's compound in Pennsylvania and helped Snake unload his belongings into his new apartment. LJ and Carlos were like two kids in a candy store when they showed up after work. The three men excused themselves and headed to Snake's to help him unpack. Sam looked at the text message displayed on his phone. "Is that code?"

Tank laughed. "A thin disguise. Message from Joey?"

Sam nodded and adjusted his cock in his jeans. "Bruce and I better hit the road. We both have to be in the office tomorrow. And then Steve and Joe should be home Friday afternoon. Where's Harley?"

Tank cocked his head. "About a half-mile away. I hear his bike."

Buzz tilted his head back and forth. "I don't hear anything."

Tank pulled the shorter musclepup to him. "Your ears aren't tuned to bike wavelengths, but I bet you can hear John's Charger when it makes the turn at the end of your street." Buzz nodded.

"Guess I'll have to train myself when he gates back to biking. Well, sir, we better be going too. I need to be back at work tomorrow and you have a doctor's appointment."

Harley met the men in the drive in time to bid all of them a safe trip. He stood with his arm around his boy and waved at the truck and car as they disappeared down the road. He pulled Harley to him for a long wet kiss. Header and Andy pulled in on their bikes and swung around the side drive to their cottage. Andy waved as he passed by. "For heaven sakes take it inside."

Harley rubbed against Tank's stiff cock. "You glad to see me?"

"You betcha. You ain't upset about Snake."

"Nope. Ain't no one better to teach him how it is than you and those men who just left. But."

"There's a but?"

"I expect to be riding that prick every night for the next week."

"Just at night."

Harley pulled off his T-shirt, dirty and smelly from work. "I'll take more if I can get it. We have some time before dinner. Let's see what you're up to old man."

"Who you calling old, squirt?"

Gus read the morning headlines over Danny/Kevin's shoulder as he sipped his coffee. The sun was just beginning to brighten the morning sky outside as Tim bounced into the kitchen. Gus looked at the clock. "You're up early." Tim smiled and snapped open a cold Coke. "Gotta drop Gary off at home." Gary staggered sleepy-eyed into the brightly lit kitchen.

Gus bit his lip. "Good morning Gary. You're Dad okay with you're spending the night?"

Gary nodded and yawned. "Oh yeah as long as he knows I'm in good company."

Danny smirked. "Doesn't look like you got much sleep?"

Tim grinned. "Well you know how it is. You keep us awake with your noise, so we have to do something since we're awake."

Gus smacked his son's beefy butt. "Don't be putting the blame all on us."

Gary flipped open his phone and frowned. "I texted, is that a real word? I sent a message to Jack last night that I would be here. All I got back is a short can't talk now, don't call here."

Tim looked at the phone's screen. "What does that mean?" Gary shrugged. Gus made the two teenagers sit down for breakfast. The doorbell rang before they could finish. Tim went to get it. They could hear him say oh shit in a loud voice and asked what happened. He walked back into the kitchen with a bruised and battered Jack.

Gus snapped into motion and began to examine Jack's wounds. "Who did this?'

Jack burst into tears. "My Dad." He looked over at Gary as Gus examined his eyes. "Gary, we're in deep shit. He put security cameras all around the house and I didn't know. I swear. That night, Monday, when you came over after work and we worked out then got you know and by the pool. It's all on tape." Gary's face drained of all colour.

Gus pulled Jack's shirt off to reveal more bruises over his back and chest. "He kicked you?" Jack sobbed. "So he got video of you two boys having sex? All the way?"

Gary sighed nervously. "Yeah we were pretty horny and I fucked Jack right by the pool. Plus we worked out naked and tugged each other's cocks and balls the whole time. Oh fuck, it was like some porn tape." He rolled his eyes and fought back tears of his own.

Gus called a doctor friend and told him he was bringing Jack into the office. "You could have a cracked rib. Did he throw you out of the house?" Jack cried as Tim and Gary consoled him.

"My mother said she would be there later today and I could slip back in to get my things but I grabbed only a few things and ran out of there. Hopefully, he'll stay at work all day."

Danny walked across the kitchen to get his cell phone. "Where'd you spend the night?"

"In my car. Hiding. I thought of going to a bath house but it scared me."

"Oh you'd be prime fuck boy there. Bruised or not. I'll call Sam. Maybe he can have Bruce and Steve work on a legal angle to protect you from any further actions your father might take. Or consider taking."

Gus hugged the trembling kid. "Good idea Kev." Kevin looked at Gus knowing when he called him by his right name he meant serious business. "It'll be okay Jack. You're safe among friends. You can stay here if you want."

Gary slumped against the wall. "I better warn my folks in case your Dad looks for you there. And you can't go to Swede's and stay, he might go there."

"I never seen my Dad like that. My brother told me he could be out of control but never like that. I thought he'd kill me."

Gus handed him a clean T-shirt. "Let's go see the doctor. He'll be in and on the same floor where I work. Gary can you let Swede know what happened?"

Kevin walked back into the kitchen. "I spoke with Sam. He's going to talk to Bruce. I'll see him later at the office. So Gus, call me there and we'll get everyone on the same page."

Gus herded Jack to his car. "Tim, put Jack's car in our garage. I don't think Jack's father knows who I am or where we live but let's not take chances. Gary, you going to work?"

"Should I?"

"Yeah, I think the more normal we make things look, the more we can throw Jack's father off the trail until we can figure out what to do and keep him safe. But if he finds you, and asks about Jack. You lie through your teeth. I don't think you can go home son." He rubbed Jack's sore back.

Jack nodded in agreement. "No my Dad hates gays. I mean my brother's straight but because he doesn't live the same conservative life my Dad wants, they hardly speak."

"We'll call him later and let him know." Kevin had retrieved his gym bag and clothes and was heading toward the door. "Hey wait." Gus walked over to the man who had become his partner focus in life. "I love you. Thanks for helping."

Kevin looked at the scared young man. "I was in his shoes one time. He has a support system I never had until I got much older. It'll be fine Jack. We just need to buy some time."

Gus hugged Jack. "We need to get going." The teenager was sobbing again as he fell into Tim and Gary's arms. "Call me when you talk with Sam. Gary, let me know what's going on at your family's house. Tim, let Ron and Dave know in case Jack's old man goes questioning his friends and call me in a couple of hours." He walked over to Tim. His son was the same height just a slightly thinner, though muscular version of his old man. "I love you son." He held Tim in a tight embrace.

Gary jumped into Tim's car and slumped in the seat. "We are so lucky to have parents who care and love us and accept who we are."

Tim rubbed Gary's bare leg. "You're lucky to have that. My Dad turned out to be a cocksucker like me. Boy, we have a strange group of friends."

"Wouldn't have it any other way."

Within two hours the network of friends had put a safety net in place to protect Jack. Bruce was working on legal research. Officer John helped him from the law enforcement point of view. Buzz showed up in Sam's office wanting to know what he could do but Sam and Kevin told him that just keeping a low profile might be the safest thing in case Jack's father went looking for more connections.

For the time being, Ken and Bill forgot about Ken's impending return to the service. Steve, Ben and Matt talked about organizing lines of defense to throw off Jack's father in finding him. The three men talked about various plans while doing their woodworking. Then they'd call Matt to get his input.

Swede was beside himself with anger. It was all Gary and Swede's two partners could do to keep him from going out to find Jack's father to settle the score man to man. Scott called Gary every hour to check on his lover's frame of mind.

It was Joe calling from O'Hare who suggested one of the safest ideas. Sam made the calls to get things moving. Jack would move in with Sam's brother, Dave and Dave Jr. It was a straight household, in the same school district and all legal entities would look upon that as the most favourable until more details could be worked through.

The doctor Gus had called brought Jack back down to Gus' station nearly three hours after meeting him. Jack sat quietly in a side room while Gus talked with the doctor. "That kid's damn lucky. He doesn't have any broken bones, not even a cracked rib. But he's gonna be damned fucking sore from the beating. May have a couple of loose teeth, I called a dentist buddy of mine. I spent a long time getting a very thorough statement from him and my secretary is typing it for the police and any legal people who may get involved."

"Can his father still intercede?"

"I don't know for sure but given my documentation and the pictures we took of Jack's body, the powers that be would not want him back under that roof. Is he going to be somewhere safe?" Gus explained the arrangements they were going to make for Jack at Dave's. He further explained all the things the group of friends was doing to help and protect Jack. The doctor leaned against the wall. "Pretty impressive response. Damn, if I ever need protection from my wife, I know whom to ask now. You know, because he's the age he is and living at home, I had to call county youth services?"

Gus sighed. "Yeah, we know. We hope to have a written game plan this afternoon to present to them when asked."

"Where's the boy going to be in the meantime? I don't think he should go to work today."

"One of the guys is picking him up at lunchtime and taking him back to their woodworking shop. We don't think Jack's father knows about them and it seemed like a safe place to hide him. Swede's picking him up later and going with him to his house. His father shouldn't be home. His mother said he could come get some of his things."

"You think that's a safe thing to do?"

Gus smiled. "Oh yeah. Swede's like this giant Viking and ain't no one gonna fool with him. Jack said he doesn't want much right now. Later after all the legal stuff is in place, he should be able to go back safely and get what ever else he wants."

"Again, pretty impressive plan. You have my number if you need me. Don't hesitate to call."

Jack hung out for a while with Gus at work until just before noon when a tall lanky muscular man sauntered into the hospital looking for Gus. He introduced himself as Ben and that he worked for Steve. "I'm the straight muscle sent to get Jack here to a safe place." Gus giggled at the thought of sending Ben. Jack stared at the big sawdust covered beef and smiled. "You ever ride passenger on a Harley?" Jack shook his head no. "Well, you're about to, here put the helmet on. Just hold on tight and lean with me when I move, it's easy." Jack had a few trepidations but followed. "Gus, I'll have Steve call when we get back to the shop."

Jack hung on for dear life as Ben wound them back through the city streets and out to the section of town where Steve's business was located. Jack was beaming as he climbed off the bike. Ben hung the helmets on the bile and shook his long legs. "You survive the ride okay, oh, from the look of things, I guess you did." Jack flushed a bright red at the stiff hardon showing in his jeans.

"Sorry, I know you said you were straight, but between having my arms around all that muscle and the vibration of the bike, well."

"No problem, I get wood all the time when I ride. Feels good." The rest of the men came out to greet Jack. He spent the afternoon watching them do their handicraft until Swede's truck pulled into the driveway. He took a long deep breath.

Steve studied his face. "You want someone else to go along just in case?"

Ken put down his tools. "I'll go. I have a bit of steam I need to work off and this could be fun."

Steve grabbed his shoulder. "No taking out hostilities on Jack's Dad, just be there to help if needed. Swede you ready?"

Jack was quiet for the whole ride to his house. His mother met them at the door and stared wide eyed at Swede and Ken. One tall and thickly muscled, the other shorter version but equally as impressive. The three men gathered the few things Jack wanted right away, loaded the truck and took off before his father got home. They drove to Dave's and unloaded. Dave Jr. was there with Gary to greet Jack. Gary had driven his car from Gus' house.

Dave visibly had to control his anger when he saw how bruised Jack was. "You make yourself at home. Davey and I are going to start dinner in about an hour. You guys can all hang out downstairs. I'm going to talk to Sam and Bruce and see what happens next."

Tim and Ron also came over to hang with Jack. Dave gave up on cooking for that many teenage boys figuring he didn't have enough food in the house. Pizza delivery was the next best thing. A counselor from county youth services arrived about seven and spent about an hour questioning all of the men, not just Jack. She thanked Dave and his son for providing safe shelter for Jack and told him she would be back in touch in a couple of days with a decision on what Jack should do.

Joe and Steve arrived back early in the afternoon. Joe's hands were shaking as he drove from the airport home. Sam's bike was in the driveway when he pulled in. They had some time before everyone converged on their place for a potluck. Sam had pork cooking to shred for pulled pork as Joe walked into the kitchen. The house smelled homey. His balls were churning with the need to have an hour or two of hot mansex with Sam. "Sam, where are you? I'm home."

"Down here, working."

"Damn, I could use a workout, let me change and I'll join you. Quin worked with Steve and me in Chi...oh." Sam leaned in the doorway to the playroom. He was dressed in his full bike leather minus the jeans. A worn torn jock covered Joe's favourite toy.

"Hi son, welcome home." Joe was naked and on his knees in two minutes begging to serve his Dad. "First a kiss, then we get you clean and hmmm, a butt plug. Nice." "Unfortunately no turbulence landing."

Sam laughed. "I'll try to make up for that."

Joe's body was a sexual raw nerve by the time Sam had him cleaned and ready for fun. Sam took his time working Joe's muscular frame from the neck down and back. He spent a long time on the things he knew pushed Joe's buttons. His nips were throbbing and hard after twenty minutes of attention, his balls were swelling with the need for release as Sam licked, sucked and bit them. His cock was a bit blue and hard as stone from the teasing. It was Sam's tongue pressing into his fuckhole that almost pushed him to tears, pleading for Sam to take him and fuck him dry.

"We've both been testing our limits of control this week. Something tells me the first time will be quick." Sam helped him into the sling.

Joe giggled. "Well, the first three or four times maybe." Sam's eyes twinkled. "You said people weren't expected until 6:30 so maybe five or six."

"We need time to shower and finish with food."

"You unload a couple of loads up my ass and I won't need to eat. Just swallow your dick."

"Right." Sam tweaked the swollen nips a few more times, aimed his horsecock and pushed quickly in to his balls. Joe shuddered and gasped. His cock spewed a thick rope of cum directly into his face.

"That broke the ice." Sam licked his boy's face clean and continued his slow fucking. Both men came together the next time and the next three times after that. Joe's legs wobbled under him as he gathered up his clothes and headed for the stairs.

"That'll hold me until later tonight." Sam cleaned up the playroom. He hoped his dick could stand up to the challenge.

The gang began arriving promptly at 6:30 and as usual for a gay potluck, there was more food than could be imagined. Everyone was supportive of Jack and his situation with his father. People were reaching out to Ken who would report back for duty the following weekend. Bill was adamant about his purchase of a property from Steve to renovate as a living space for when Ken returned. No one dared think he wouldn't return.

That Friday was the first of several days in a row of group get-together's in support of Ken. Jack threw off any concerns he had about his own situation and rallied with the others to support Ken and Bill. He went to work for Swede and ignored his sore tired body as a way of expressing his independence. The two men became loyal friends speaking every day over the phone or in person to support each other.

Ken was to fly out Saturday afternoon. Another big Friday dinner was planned in his honour and support. This time Tank, Harley and their boys would be making the trip to join them. Their arrival was planned for Thursday evening with the men being divvied up among several households. Snake was happily showing off his new teeth as another step to get his life back in line. He was still however, not showing much sign of hair re-growth and his balls were still obscenely large as an effect of all the growth substances pumped into his body. LJ and Carlos showed a few signs that they were having a difficult time keeping him satisfied sexually, but neither complained.

Gus, Dave and Kevin attended a hearing for Jack where youth services confronted his father with the potential for charges being filed against him. Jack surprised everyone by requesting his father not be charged. He felt the fact that he and now his brother would be making a decision to exclude themselves from the man's life should be punishment enough. Dave didn't think his father cared but seemed relieved that he would not face charges.

Youth services had interviewed nearly all of the friends who had become part of Sam and Joe's family regarding Jack's home situation. They explained they were studying the best home alternatives for the young man so he could finish his last year of high school. Dave pushed to get them to choose him as safe hospice for Jack. The counselor from youth services would only say that the case would be reviewed by Jack's team and a decision made based on information they had collected.

The next week moved slowly for some like Jack and sped by at break neck speed for Ken. Jack kept a low profile to avoid running into his father anywhere. He didn't want to bring unwanted attention to any of his friends so he felt it was in everyone's best interest if he played it straight and narrow until the counselor made a decision about his case. One afternoon as rains moved in and cancelled much of Swede's team's work; Jack was left alone and confused. Dave had asked him to lick up a few things for dinner on the way home. There was a large grocery store not far from the last job they were able to finish. He waved goodbye to Gary and Swede and headed into the store. The rain had dampened his T-shirt making it cling to his muscular chest. He glanced at the list Dave had given him grabbed a shopping cart and started through the produce section. The store wasn't overly busy and he was able to make his way half way through before encountering another shopper.

A very attractive man in a dress shirt and slacks was reading labels in the pats aisle. The pants fit snuggly over a round beefy butt. The back of the shirt did nothing to hide a thickly muscled set of shoulders. Jack smiled when the guy looked up and caught him watching. He was older than Jack would have guessed but definitely took care of himself. The man smiled back as Jack passed then tilted his head to one side and stared harder at the young man.

"You're name Jack?"

"Uh, yeah, do I know you?" The man got a concerned look over his face and pulled his shopping cart out of the way of a wobbly older woman.

"No, you don't know me but I know you. And I know Swede. My name's James. You're boss may not have the highest opinion of me but believe me, I ain't the man he knew. Look Jack, I probably shouldn't say anything but I'm a lawyer." Jack shot him a confused look. "Your Dad came to me to hire me for his, well your, case. He showed me your picture. Wow, it doesn't do you justice. Nice chest."

"Uh...thanks." Jack pulled his wet shirt away from his stiff nipples. His cock stirred from his closeness to James and the heat he was radiating.

James took Jack by the elbow and spoke in a low tone. "I didn't take his case cause well; I'm not the squeakiest clean gay, semi-bi, whatever man in the basket. I didn't think he was giving me the whole story so I contacted a friend of mine at youth services. She filled me in on the sly on some of the details. Jack, whatever you do, you can't go back to that house. No offense, but your father isn't playing with a full deck. I know it can't be easy to be your age, in high school, a football player and be outted. You have your whole life ahead of you. He'll only screw it up."

"Sir, I appreciate what you're saying but youth services hasn't given me any info on what they might do."

James scratched his head and let out a puff of air. His biceps tested the strength of the shirt material. "They have two places where they are considering placing you. Both choices are good ones for you. But if your father finds the right shady lawyer, he could win his case. I know the attorney who's been helping you, good man. He's beaten me a couple of times. If only it had been in bed, man. But. You have to stay out of your father's control."

"Even is my counselor recommends I not go home, I could still have to go back?"

James slowly nodded. "A judge could decide you need to be in your family's home, no matter what. I hear they have photographic evidence. I am so sorry he did what he did to you, and based on that I would hope you would be placed in a safe home. These things can get really fucked up."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You may need to be prepared to plead your case. I know he's your father but you have to remain focused on what is best for you."

Jack visibly trembled. "A few weeks ago, I was so looking forward to my senior year, playing football; maybe get a scholarship somewhere, now who knows what will happen? Everyone at school is going to look at me like some kinda gay freak."

James swallowed hard. "Youth services have done everything it can to keep your secret. The only way anyone will know what's going on is if your father makes a public display of things. Heeeeee, well, uh, sorta hits me as nutty enough to do that. You have to be strong kid." Jack nodded and fought back a tear.

"I thought I was pretty strong until this last week."

James rubbed his shoulder. "I know some of the men who have befriended you. They're good people. You don't have to worry about anything where school is concerned, or college, they'll take care of you. The county hopes to have a decision by Friday. Hang in there. Here take my card. What ever you need, just have Sam, or Swede call me."

"Why are you doing this?"

James smiled and laughed. "I haven't always played fairly. I've fucked over a few people in my day. But not a kid. Your dad is shrewd but loony. No offense. From what I've learned, and I have my sources, you're a pretty good kid. You deserve to live your life without some nutbag ruining it or worse. Call me, you hear?" Jack nodded and watched the man's tight ass walk away from him.

He got the remaining items on his list and headed back to the Dave's. The house was empty when he got home. Rain still poured outside. The combination really pulled down his spirits. He flopped down in the family room and rubbed his horny balls. It was a good three hours before Dave would be home. Jack grabbed his car keys and headed back out in the rain. He had heard about a spot where men went to have sex in a park. Maybe he could get lucky.

He watched from a distance as cars cruised by and circled through the park. There seemed to be signals between men as they tried to make hookups happen. The rain had let up a bit but still made for a gloomy depressing day. The car felt stuffy even with the air running. The action in the park was a fair distance away from him. What harm could it be to step out of the car and stretch his legs a minute? The anticipation of man sex had given him a stiff rod that was prominently outlined in his cutoffs. He circled around to the presumably safe passenger side of the car just as a large pick-up raised high above the road slowly coasted by. It drove about a block away and pulled over. Just as the door opened and a denim leg appeared, another car cruised by whose owner whistled at him. Fear overcame his need for sex and he hugged the side of the car to hide his stiff cock from sight.

His heart was racing as he watched the cars continue their ballet down by the truck. He had missed seeing the driver if he had gotten out of the vehicle. Guilt was replacing his fear as he stepped back to avoid a puddle and get back around the car.

"Wow, you're as good looking from this side as you are from the driver's." A deep voice startled him as it approached from behind. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you but when I drove by I knew I needed a closer look. Came up the path in the woods." Jack glanced over the man's shoulder to see where a depression in the grass between two trees led to what seemed to be a path. "So what brings you out today?"

"Uh, um, I, uh, guess I wanted a little action. The rain cancelled work for me today."

"Yeah me too." The man was at least six foot and nicely built. Not as beefy as his friends but a nice sexy athletic build. Jack guessed he was about 40. "You up for a little fun, although, it's way muddy on the paths?" The big snake pushing down his pant leg got the better of Jack.

"Sure."

"Let me get my truck and pull back around." It took the man in the snug jeans about two minutes to walk back to the big Chevy. He made a neat turnaround and pulled back up to face the front of his truck to the front of Jack's car. "Hop in. I can see if any police pull in better from this angle." Jack climbed in the passenger side and flopped down in the seat. The man had already unzipped and was slowly stroking a long, thick cock. "Bet you're hungry." Before Jack could comment, the man had pushed him down toward the leaking dick and pressed the boy's lips against the uncut knob. "Come on take care of Daddy."

Dave and Dave Jr. got home about 20 minutes after Jack. He was steaming in a hot shower when they arrived. DJ stuck his head in the bathroom and told him dinner would be ready in about 40 minutes. Jack thanked him and sucked in another mouthful of hot water. The man had filled his mouth to overflowing with his copious load. As if face-fucking him wasn't enough, he also managed to get Jack into a prime position and fuck his ass sore. Panic had overtaken the teenager as he quietly thanked the man, jumped down from the truck and back to his car. Visions flooded his brain of some creep having pictures of his getting publicly fucked in the hearing on Friday. He was becoming the gay stereotype his father hated. And yet, his dick stayed hard as he shot off his third load since leaving the trucker. Damn, he needed Gary or Tim to help him

Ken made his wish known to all of his friends that he expected to be fucked by each of them before he shipped out. Bill nervously went along with his plan as Ken started to work his list Wednesday afternoon with Steve and Matt. Ben settled for letting him suck him off. The whole matter openly confused the straight carpenter. Tony, Bear, Swede and Scott stopped on their way home from work to tease him only to learn he was dead serious. They left smiling.

He cornered Gus and Kevin at Gus' home and lucked out that Tim and Ron were also there. The teenagers normally up to fucking anyone were totally blown away. It took Ken nearly 20 minutes to convince them. Twenty-four hours later, he had fucked his way through most of his friends. The only one's left was Sam, Joe, Gary, Jack, John and Buzz. It left plenty of time for Tank and Harley's crowd. Since Sam and Joe were hosting another potluck pool party, he figured he would just strap himself into the sling and accomplish his goal.

Ben hugged him close in bed that night. "You know I want us to have sex before you leave?"

Ken sighed. "Yeah, I need you more than anyone."

"You going to be able to walk tomorrow?"

"That remains to be seen."

"Do they give you a physical when you report back?" Ken shrugged. "Imagine the doctor's face when he goes to shove a finger up your ass and his fist gets sucked in."

"Well he better be good looking and built or he won't get any more up my ass besides his fist."

"Is it possible to get thrown out of the service when the military doctor loses his arm up a soldier's butt?

"Is the doctor's arm that skinny?"

Bill sighed. "Go to sleep." Ken grabbed his stiff dick. "Oh yeah."

Tank and his entourage rumbled into town mid-afternoon on Thursday. They met at Sam and Joe's and was planning to disperse among the buds' homes for the weekend stay. Sam had left a key for them and found them all lounging around the pool when he got home around five. They were their usual happy, huggy, grabby selves. Sam had changed into his swim trunks and was joining them just as Joe got home and the ass and ball grabbing began again.

LJ had found Snake a muscle flattering square cut suit which the man enjoyed showing off. He was happy to once again have teeth but was still frustrated by the lack of hair growth. His chest hair had returned thicker than before as had his facial hair which he kept trimmed to a thick hyper-masculine goatee. His chest haired trailed off on his pecs leaving his abs and crotch smooth and clean. His head, legs and arms were equally as smooth. Header and Andy liked the look and said it made him look like a hot sexy muscle Dad.

They decided on staying at Sam's and using the home gym equipment instead of invading the gym where they guys usually went. They would save that workout for Friday afternoon. The men were about an hour into sweating when Ken and Bill arrived. Bill gladly joined in the workout. Ken headed for the playroom and prepared to strap himself in to the sling. Harley stuck his head into the playroom and quizzically watched Ken.

"Uh, you're serious about this? I mean, we got the email and I sorta understand but dude, your ass is gonna be shredded when this is over." "It's a bit sore now. And a tad puffy, I know over-share! But, no, I am serious. I want each of you to fuck me, fill me and do me again if you wish. And don't bother to shower, sweaty beefy gang bang, mmmmmmmmmmmmm."

"Okay. Hopefully, you'll have some time to recover before they start working you to non-stop. Still be getting fucked, just not enjoying it."

Sam and Joe started dinner with the help of Header, Andy and Pete. They took their turn with Ken when the time came. Dinner was only 30 minutes away when Tank walked into the dungeon, the last one to fulfill his duty. He walked over to Ken's side, bent down and pressed his lips to the slightly woozy man. Tank's large calloused hands played with the sore nipples and swollen balls. Ken moaned with lust.

"I'd like to think you were saving the best for last but I know you ain't been with Sam and Joey yet. Kenny, we'll all be thinking about you and praying in our own ways to keep you safe. I saw way more than I ever wanted in Nam and." The big man fought back his emotions. "I seen what this mess has done to some of our youngunz. I understand how you, and Harley, and Bill and a lot of others feel. We love ya kid."

"I know sir, uh." Tank's battering ram slid into Ken's worn ass and completely filled him in one move. "Oh fuck." Tank slowly fucked the young soldier. Ken closed his eyes and moaned dreamily as his pecs, cock and balls bounced in time to Tank's thrusts.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked around the room. Tank studied the handsome face as the bright eyes looked over his shoulder. "Who? I. Is he?"

"Probably my first lover who died in Nam. I often think I feel him when Harley and I are deeply connected. He's here, at least in my head and heart to be your guardian. I know, I sound like a spooky old man. But ain't nothing stronger than love and I been blessed three times. Whatever, happens Kenny, don't you ever be afraid to talk to those who watch over you. We'll get the message loud and clear back here. Believe in love. That Bill loves you with all his heart. Don't underestimate that power."

"I won't sir. Oh, uh, uh, oh shit, gotta cum." Ken's cock sent a thick volley of cum, his fourth across his abs as Tank's load joined the others deep inside the spent man. He left his cock buried in Ken's ass until it slid out on its own. The two men hugged and kissed until Ken stood upright on his wobbly legs. "Oh wow, glad I ain't a sailor. I don't have very good sea legs."

Tank smiled and threw his arm over the broad shoulders. "Come on, let's get us a shower before Sam yells at us they dinner is burnt because we took too long.

Friday hung in the air with anticipation. Jack walked into the small hearing room with Dave and Sam. His father was already there with his mother and one of the sleaziest looking lawyers he could ever imagine. The county youth staff was there along with the judge who would be overseeing the case. The man studied Jack and glanced at his father. "Have you decided this young man's case?"

The young woman who spoke hardly looked much older than Jack but she presented her case calmly and without emotion. "Yes sir, we have. We recommend that this young man not be returned to his parental home where he would most certainly face physical and emotional harm." She went on to explain all the reasoning behind the decision. Jack's father's face became redder every minute. The judge only cut him off when he tried to speak. The distinguished man repeated the basics of the decision. He stressed that the father would have no recourse. Jack would be 18 in a year and should be allowed to have this year to concentrate on his studies, his football, and his life. The people in the room could feel the heat of the man's anger as Jack's mother quietly sobbed.

The judge signed the first few required forms. "Have you a living arrangement to recommend?" The young woman nodded.

"Yes sir. We conducted in-depth interviews with all parties involved and have reach an agreement with our choice of home. Everyone is in agreement with this choice."

The judge smiled. "Well, that's good to hear."

"Jack, this young man, shall be in the home of and under the guidance of Dr. Sam Chambers until his 18th birthday whereupon he can be recognized by the courts as an adult in this situation and make a decision on his own personal needs." Jack's head shot up. He looked at Dave who smiled and nodded.

"I love you Jack and welcome you in my home any time. But Sam and I agree that living in his home would be best for you. A positive, healthy, gay environment." Dave looked directly at Jack's father when he said this. Jack reached over and held both Sam's and Dave's hands."

The judge watched Jack's father's redness reach a critical point. "Well, that's that then." He took a few more minutes to spell out the law to Jack's father and mother. Jack felt sorry for his mother and could only hope she would come to her senses and realize she would be better off without this man in her life. But she had to make that decision. The judge dismissed Jack, Dave, Sam and the county staff to leave by a back door as he delayed any interaction his father might want to take.

Jack thanked the county staff under a sky threatening more rain. "Dave, I don't know what to say other than thank you for letting me stay in your home."

"You're welcome son. Anytime and for whatever you need. I'll see you often enough with Sam I am sure. Let's go get your stuff and have some lunch."

It was a rambunctious and crazy crowd at the gym that afternoon as Tank's clan joined Sam's for a weight lifting contest before heading back to Sam's for the potluck. Header, Andy and Pete had gone shopping for things to make at Sam's It became very evident as more people arrived, that food would be quite plentiful. Joe had missed the workout to finish a project with Bruce and Steve. He arrived home and walked into a crowded kitchen and semi-naked men. A rain storm had moved through early in the afternoon giving way to a sunny, hot and humid day. Men were enjoying the pool and general grabass camaraderie. Bruce and Steve had followed him and quickly stripped to join the crowd. Joe was hanging up his clothes in the bedroom when Jack walked in, crossed the room and threw his arms around him.

"You never gave me a clue this could happen."

Joe ran his hands over the bar back and down to the thin nylon covering the round muscle butt. "Neither of us wanted to jinx anything. Welcome to our home. We hope you will be happy here."

Jack sighed and squeezed Joe harder. "I think I will be."

Sam waited until the proper moment out by the pool to get everyone's attention. "Excuse me. Excuse me. MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION? Joe will be giving blowjobs in the playroom in 30 minutes, ah that worked. I have a couple of things to say, first thanks to all of you for joining us tonight. First, if you haven't heard the rumour, Jack was assigned to live with Joe and me by the county today. A safe haven and positive gay household. So try to hold down your groping his balls to twice daily. Joe and I look forward to sharing our home with him. Welcome Jack." The young man beamed from ear to ear as he stood to one side with Tim's arm over his shoulders.

"And, also tonight, this is our hurry home soon party for Ken. We aren't even going to think it's a going away party. Ken, God's speed. We pray, all in our own ways, for your safe and quick return. We love you and want you back with this whacked out family as soon as possible. We'll keep an eye on Bill for you. And keep him out of trouble. Ken, keep us in your heart and return home safely." Everyone drank a toast to the blond soldier as he fought back tears and leaned heavily into Bill.

The mood of the party was surprisingly upbeat. No one wanted to even think of the negative possibilities of Ken's recall to active service and return to Iraq. It was midnight when the last of the guests left. Ken and Bill lagged behind. Sam and Joe were the last to share a fuck with Ken. Sam would have it no other way then to include Bill in a foursome and be able to hold his friends close that night.

Ken's flight was at 10 M which meant getting to the airport by eight. Bill drove Ken as Sam, Joe and Jack followed. They were met in the departure area by every one of the friends. People arriving at the airport were at first confused and perturbed. Their faces changed when the realized the crowd was there to see off a buddy to the service. Ken did his best to be back in uniform. His pants fit loose in the waist and sexily hugged the now thicker quads. None of his shirts fit him anymore except for the T's. It wasn't exactly military mandate. An Army Captain in full uniform stood to one side watching the crowd. He walked up behind Ken and cleared his throat.

Ken turned around and immediately snapped to attention and saluted. The man smiled and waved him off. "I take it you're returning to duty? And this is your send-off crew?" Ken nodded and got a bit red in the face. "Interesting group of guys."

"Yes sir."

The man turned and faced Tank. "You served in Nam I bet?" Tank nodded as the man shook his hand. And you, you and you." Harley, Bill and Scott nodded. "You're back from Iraq. Thank you men." He turned back to Sam. "You ain't his Daddy but something tells me you're in command. I will do my utmost best to return him to you safely. And to you." He squeezed Bill's shoulder. "Come on son, we have a plane to catch." Ken smiled one last time, hugged Bill and turned to head toward the gates. "I'm Captain Malloy. It will be my privilege to work with you."

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