To Folsum and Beyond by lennoxbear@aol.com
The following is continuation of characters presented in Feelings of Security.
NOTE: This story includes references and descriptions to gay, male to male sex, if such matters offend you, please exit. Also, actions of a sexual nature occur in this story which are not a statement supporting unsafe sexual practices, this is a work of fiction and fantasy.
Eric and Tom looked at each other, then grinned at Vic.
"OK, those are evil grins, maybe I should rethink this."
"Too late." Eric caressed the side of Vic's face and slowly, carefully kissed him. Their lips met and parted in a long deep, tongue-filled wet kiss. Eric's hand went down to Vic's right nipple and began teasing it as Tom sucked and bit the left one. Tom's other hand was fondling the cop's big meaty nuts. The two lovers then switched places giving Tom an opportunity to kiss his buddy and Eric the chance to suck the sensitive nips through the soft chest hair. Vic could do little more than rub their backs or groan from the instant pleasure they gave him.
The two muscle hulks slowly worked their way down Vic's chest to his thick, fat cock bouncing over a full bush of hair. They both sucked on the fat tool, licking it from both sides, kissing each other with Vic's cock stuck between their hot mouths. Then, being the kind of men who like to share, they took turns sucking the fat balls until Vic was whimpering in a rather high pitched moan.
"Not very butch." Tom said to Eric as they doubled up on sucking the swelling nut sack.
"Well, wait till we get to the really good part."
"Oh you mean this?"
Tom flipped Vic on top of his freaky huge lover so the two men were chest to chest and kissing sensuously. Eric wrapped his massive arms around the cop waist and squeezed, causing Vic to whine louder.
"He's still making that noise."
"OK, I'll try this button." Tom spread Vic's legs and began licking his butt hole. Vic was trying to push his butt further against Tom's busy tongue and at the same time continue to suck on Eric's tongue. Tom reached up and twisted one nipple from both men. Vic's moans got lower in pitch but more aggressive in intensity. Eric also began to moan. Tom continued to eat Vic's furry butt and twist nipples randomly while his lover squeezed and massaged Vic's beefy cop butt.
Vic finally broke the kissing with Eric. "Oh, for heaven's sake, my balls are turning blue, fuck me already." Tom got up to get lube from the bathroom and a condom. He liberally lubed Vic's tight hole slipping in an additional finger each time. The big man was soon humping his as into the air begging to be fucked. Tom knelt behind him and slowly pushed in to his balls. Then, as slowly as he could, he fucked the beefy butt. Eric had figured from the moans that Vic was making when he was getting close to cumming and would signal Tom to back off. They tuned Vic's butt this way for an hour until the big police bruiser was whimpering for mercy.
"Mercy? From us? We're your friends. We're here to screw you over." Eric switched places with Tom and slowly drove his horse cock into the loosened hole. Vic could only make gurgling sounds by this point as the two men continued to fine-tune his ass for another 30 minutes.
Eric flipped onto his back holding Vic to his chest as he fell backwards. Vic's ass never missed a beat on the giant cock. Tom stood to feed his red, throbbing dick down Vic's throat. Vic grabbed handfuls of Tom's muscle butt and pulled Tom into his hungry mouth. He rammed a finger up Tom's butt in an effort to get the muscle pup to shoot.
"Someone's eager for a load of spunk." Tom and Eric exchanged glances and let go filling Vic from both ends. The man greedily swallowed Tom's entire huge dick, never spilling a drop of his hot cum. He felt his ass burning with Eric's load. He reached for his cock but Tom and Eric held his hands. "You don't need to do that."
Eric tilted Vic backwards, still impaled on his cock and the two men worked Vic's sore nips again. Sure enough, without touching his cock, Vic shot ropes of thick white cream all over his muscular chest. He fell back against Eric, panting for breath.
"Geez. We've played around before but it's never been that intense."
"It was all your emotions letting go. You have to do that buddy." Eric nuzzled Vic's ear and kissed the back of his neck. "It won't be easy, but all of us are here to help you." Vic smiled and pulled Tom down on top of them in a big, muscular bear hug.
"Ewwwww, you're all wet." Tom jumped out of bed to get a towel to clean them up. Within a few minutes, the three men were a mass of arms and legs sleeping peacefully in the big bed.
At the same time, the guest apartment was rocking on its foundation. Bill, Steve, Tony and Dwayne met Bruce and Steve for the first time the night before the funeral. All six men were heavily into lifting and looked like competition bodybuilders. Tom had joked when he helped them carry their luggage to the apartment that it would be a test of the construction. Would the floor support all this beef? The floor was not a problem, the bed in Tony and Dwayne's room, however, was more than getting a workout as six beefy men, the smallest weighing 220, melted into a lump of mass and sinew. Fucking and sucking every dick and butt in sight.
Bruce and Steve had been a couple since 1982, and while usually monogamous, were not adverse to an occasional romp in the muscle pit. The four Chicago boys were impressed with their muscularity but Tony went into overdrive heat when Bruce dropped his jeans and a 13" hardon sprung into sight. The big, beefy blond man was one awesome sight for a 48-year-old. His lover, Steve, at 42, was a Colt fantasy himself. His perfectly square musculature and furry covering, not to mention the world's most perfect butt, soon had the four men drooling. They watched as the two men fucked. They had one rule if they were going to fool around in a group. They fucked first and then again last. Sort of their way of being faithful to each other. After that first fuck, all sweaty hell broke lose. Bill and Steve, being in excess of 6'5" each, felt like they were in hog heaven. Despite their outward hyper sexuality, they didn't play around much and were happy to take advantage of this opportunity. Tony and Dwayne had settled into being a couple since Eric and Tom's pool party and reveled in their newfound friends.
Tony straddled Bruce's horse dick and slowly sunk to the bottom. As he fucked himself on the big tool, Steve, Bill's partner, fed him hard cock, while Dwayne pounded his butt. Bruce's Steve rimmed Dwayne's beefy black butt while Bill fucked him. The men kept changing off before they would cum, letting the tension build. As Bruce finally let go with a load up his condom-covered cock in Tony's tight butt, the rest let go with loads all over Tony. The young man loved every minute and wanted more. There was a mass groan from the group. Bill was standing at the window catching his breath when he called the others to come look out of the window.
The building housing the garage and apartment was on an angle from the main house. From this angle, they could see into Eric and Tom's bedroom as the two men, pounded Vic's ass. And down below in the Living room, Marsh and Jack were going at it with Jim and Al. Bill watched as he stroked his dick back to full erection.
"I think we need to move this party to the big house." The six men grabbed shoes and nothing else and ran the short distance in the cold, night air to the main house. They surprised the four men in the TV room and convinced them to move the party downstairs to the playroom and gym. They walked by the TV room and heard the sound of fucking. Bill interrupted long enough to invite the men there to an all out orgy. The consensus was to let Eric and Tom console Vic and not bother them. The rest, armed with hard cocks threw themselves into a mass of furry muscle confusion. Fifteen men fucked and sucked themselves into a sweaty cum covered frenzy until 5 AM.
The next morning, Eric, Tom and a much more relaxed Vic got up to shower. The three men stood in the warm shower and soaped each other's muscles.
"Remember our first shower Tom?" Eric eyed the grip near the top of the shower. Tom instantly got his message. He turned Vic's back to the shower wall and lifted his arms to the grips. Vic quickly caught on and gave into the sucking and soaping from the two hot men. He was begging to shoot his load as Tom flipped him around and slipped in between him and the wall. Vic sucked his tongue half way down his throat as Eric pounded Vic's sore butt and twisted his nips every way he could. Tom spread Vic's asscheeks apart to give Eric as much inward thrust as possible. They felt Vic tensing. Tom wrapped his arm around the cop's short neck and shoved his tongue down his throat. Eric let fly with a hot load over the beefy butt as Tom and Vic's loads mixed between the two slippery men.
Vic held onto the grips overhead and groaned.
"You can let go now."
"No. I can't. I'll fall to the floor."
"You can. My hard cock is back up your ass and it will hold you up." To test Eric's theory, Vic let go and slumped back against Eric's big, wet chest. He hung there, skewered on the monstrous cock. Tom signaled Eric and lifted Vic's legs. Vic realized too late what was about to happen as Tom pushed his recovered cock up his butt next to Eric's. Vic was helplessly impaled on the two muscle freaks, his legs over Tom's shoulders and his own cock down Tom's throat. He felt himself let loose with stream after stream of cum as the two massive dicks fucked him dry. Cum poured out of Tom's mouth and over Vic's heaving, breathless abs. The two lovers filled Vic's stretched hole to overflowing.
Vic slipped from the two cocks like a rag doll and gave in to the soothing hands soaping him down in the shower. They half carried him back to the bed and laid him across it.
"I think he needs coffee."
"I need a new asshole." Vic slowly stood up and walked across the room on wobbly legs. He reached for his jeans and had them taken from his hand by Eric who tenderly kissed him.
"Part of your therapy is to be naked the rest of the weekend with the rest of us. "Let's go get coffee." The three naked men walked downstairs to the kitchen finding wayward articles of clothing along the way. They gathered the clothes and piled them in a corner in the kitchen to elicit stories later. No one was stirring, not even Marsh and Jack. Eric started coffee and Tom began lining up breakfast items. Vic sat at the counter and mumbled about his sore ass. Eric and Tom slowly turned and told him, like a hangover, hair of the dog. The thought of being impaled on their two cocks again shut Vic up. He giggled the rest of the day.
About 30 minutes later, Marsh and Jack stumbled into the kitchen in their underwear. They stood in the doorway and looked at the three smiling naked men enjoying their coffee. Marsh walked over to get himself a cup, only to feel Eric tugging his underwear down as he walked past.
"Oh, it's going to be one of those nude weekends, eh?" Marsh pulled off his underwear and put them with the pile of clothes in the corner. "You better turn up the heat. The thermometer on the window ledge say 20 degrees and there are snowflakes falling."
Tom walked over to the thermostat to check it while Eric turned on the remote controls for the hot tub. He walked into the TV room to start the gas logs and came back with a bemused look on his face. "There's a massive pile of flesh and fur in there. What happened here?"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh." Jack sipped his coffee. "We all had a wicked time. Don't go downstairs. I promise we'll clean." Jack and Marsh looked at Eric's stunned face. "Really, we will."
"No, that's not it. You didn't invite us?"
"You were busy." Bill kissed him as he walked into the kitchen. "And you need to close your drapes." He walked over to get coffee and stopped to kiss Vic. "Bet your ass is sore."
"Well, it is now." Eric and Tom smiled and Vic giggled as he turned beet red. "We don't have drapes."
"So, if we do this again, we'll let you know, after all it is your house. Why are you all naked?"
"House rule - naked weekends." Tom walked over and pulled down Bill and Steve's underwear."
Bill shrugged his shoulders and tugged on his lengthening dick. "What's for breakfast?" Everyone turned to look at Marsh slumped over his coffee cup.
"Shit, for fucking sake, when does Marshall sound like Martha, doesn't anyone else cook?"
"Yeah, we do." Bruce and Steve walked in and announced they would gladly do breakfast.
Marsh smiled thankfully. "By the way, Vic, you need to check and see if that man has a license for carrying that concealed weapon." All eyes turned to Bruce's long dangling dick.
"Well, don't start at it. You'll only make it hard." The whole room got silent then bust out laughing. Bruce and Steve began to whip together breakfast for the hungry men, with help from Darrell, Ron and Red. Soon the kitchen, dining room and TV rooms were filled with naked men eating.
Jim, who had never been in the middle of this gaggle of men before cleared his throat. "I have possibly a stupid question. Is the dress code for tonight's dinner also nude?'
Eric casually hung his arm around the cop and smiled. "No, tonight's dinner is a Levi/leather theme in honour of Ted, who looked really hot in a full leather cop uniform."
Mark quickly spoke up. "So a simple leather cockring would be perfect." All eyes turned.
Before Eric could respond, Vic spoke up from the corner of the room. "That would be fine, Ted loved leather but appreciated the beauty of a muscled nude male body even more. I'm sure Eric can keep the house warm enough to accommodate everyone."
"OK," Eric spoke hesitantly, "I keep with the Levi/leather theme. You must be wearing at east one item of leather. So squirt, if you get your balls groped all night, well, you've been warned."
Mark just laughed, "And the problem with that is...............?"
By noon, the kitchen had been cleaned and guys had started cleaning up downstairs since they all wanted to workout. Kyle, Mark and their new college friend, Rege, had run out to get supplies for lunch. By the time they returned the place was humming with prep for the night's dinner.
Eric had made arrangements for the dinner to once again be catered by the guys he had used several times in the past. They arrived early to set up for as many as 30 people. It took about 30 seconds for them to get into the theme of nude weekend and were soon scurrying about in the kitchen and dining room wearing only sneakers and socks. They promised they would do black tie for the dinner. Eric was about to say something when Marsh stopped him and said let it be. They have their professionalism to maintain. Eric had also hired a bartender through Dan and was pleasantly surprised when Dan's best man, Terry, showed up with supplies and began setting up and organizing early. Dan had only recently found out the man was gay. He jumped at the chance to work the party when he heard it was Eric and Tom's place. He also took about 30 seconds to lose his clothes and was happily setting up the bar in the TV room wearing a highly polished pair of Dehner's. The man fit in perfectly with the rest of the muscle-bound crew. He was lean and cut with enormous pecs and a sharply defined butt.
Frank and Don, who arrived early to help, knew him from the bars and soon had him quite distracted at his work. The poor man's cock was hard and throbbing straight out in front of him. By the time he finished setting up his station, he was begging Frank to let him get off. The man's steel blue eyes were wide with lust. The three men disappeared to the playroom for an hour. Everyone commented later on how calm and relaxed Terry was. He only said it was do to a special relaxation therapy that he had tried that afternoon.
At 7 PM, guests began arriving and gathering for drinks and hors d'ouerves. Everyone had stuck with the Levi/leather theme in Ted's honour with the cops and Tom and Eric wearing full leather uniforms. The rest of the men were in various forms of leather dress with plenty of bare skin to keep everyone satisfied. The catering crew kept their promise and appeared in black tie accompanied with leather jocks and boots. Since the dinner was buffet, they were kept hustling by numerous hot hands grabbing their crotches and butts. Terry worked his bar station in a similar outfit of black tie, biker cap, jock and boots. The catering crew and Terry were obviously enjoying themselves since their jocks were straining to hold in hard dicks.
Eric began to worry about Vic who had left mid-afternoon to go home and change. He finally appeared at 7:45 in full leather cop uniform and carrying a huge box. He explained it was something he had to do per Ted's last wishes. Eric hugged the man as he fought back tears. Vic took the box upstairs and took several minutes to collect himself.
Dinner began with the buffet set-up at a few minutes past 8:00. The men spread out through the kitchen, dining room, TV Room/den and anywhere else to enjoy the meal. Eric kept close tabs on Vic who seemed to be getting quieter by the minute. Tom had positioned himself by Red who was displaying signs of wear from the activity. He had confided in Tom that afternoon, that while he enjoyed the sex with friends the previous night, it brought back some painful memories of their recent ordeal. Dr. Pratt had kept his word and scheduled appointments for them with a psychiatrist, but he was still feeling edgy. Pratt had asked Tom to keep an eye on him and be there just in case. Red got his share of attention in harness, leather shorts and boots. But, the attention seemed to be making him uncomfortable. All that muscle in so little clothing was hard to ignore. He gladly stayed by Tom's side. Darrell and Ron were an arm's length away trying hard not to be overprotective of their lover but concerned nonetheless.
The party took a break while the staff cleaned up the dinner stuff and prepared for desserts. Eric took the opportunity to begin some short words in honour of Ted. With his arm around Vic, he led off with a very respectful story about how he met Ted when he got stopped for running a red light. His was the first of many funny but warm stories about the gentleman. Through it all, Vic stood and smiled. He was visibly emotional about the sharing but grateful for the love given him that night. He thanked everyone for their kind words as he fought to control his emotion. Then he excused himself as he went upstairs to retrieve the box he had brought.
He placed the box on the floor by the dining room table and asked people to gather round as best they could.
"Ted was my partner in work and life. We were only together five years but in that time, lived more than many people I know. Our jobs, and being out at work and in the community were high on Ted's lists of priorities. He asked me to challenge all of you to make a difference in changing people's minds and feelings, to fight hatred and narrow mindedness wherever and however you can. It isn't easy, I know that, but it makes one huge difference. We also loved leather. While we may not have been the hardcore leather sex type some people prefer, don't choke on that we weren't, we loved the look, smell and feel of hot men in black leather. To us it is a brotherhood. Lou, the winery owner you guys met in California, and I believe fucked into Nevada, sent a case of a special wine in Ted's honour. I ask you to share it with me. The guys will be coming around to give you glasses."
"He also asked that in the tradition of leather brother hood, I give his leather to people who he loved. I have the items he wants me to give away. There were a couple of things I asked him if I could keep and he obliged. I am wearing a couple of those items now, but you can't see them, yet. But the young men among us who are new to leather are the ones he wishes to receive these articles. Kyle, Mark, Red and Dan. Well, while Dan may not be a young pup, he is new to our community and Ted wants him to have these things.'
Vic gave the men the items of clothing and accessories Ted had bequest, kissing and hugging each one as he handed them the gifts. He returned to the head of the table and raised his wineglass in a salute to Ted, his lover and friend. He handed Eric a short note to read. The message was as Vic had shared. A challenge to all of them to make a difference and share the love and passion, along with the compassion of the leather brotherhood. They drank a toast and took turns hugging Vic.
Kyle and Mark left the room and returned wearing the items they had been given. Dan surprised everyone and got very emotional. Pratt was helping him change. He had started the evening in simple black jeans, white T-shirt and leather vest. He reappeared in harness and leather shorts displaying the big, beefy pecs and meaty legs. Red overcame his emotion and tears and changed clothes in front of the group. When everyone had reassembled, they drank another toast.
Vic then got a very evil grin and slowly unbuttoned his shirt revealing his huge pecs and new nipple piercings. "Ted's other wish was for everyone to, if willing, get "reasonably" naked and party. If that means going off to have sex, he would have enjoyed that too."
The guests resumed partying and slowly articles of clothing disappeared. Terry the bartender fought off numerous hands tugging on his jock. Dan, being the helpful boss, walked behind and pulled it down. Terry's cock sprung out and up. A moment of red-faced embarrassment passed as he got bombarded with drink requests. Slowly his dick relaxed, but was soon pointing skyward again as Al and Jim began moving in on the humpy man.
Tom complimented Red on his hot appearance and the short redhead grinned broadly. Tom wrapped his arm around his neck and toyed with the right nipple as they talked. They had to make plans to get back to Chicago to finish buying stuff for the gym. Red didn't seem to be too anxious and Tom asked if the trip was going to bother him.
"No, the trip is fine. Your playing with my nipple is giving me a hardon and my jock is not, oh fuck." Red turned toward Tom as his fat, thick cock sprung out of the pouch. Tom just smiled, reached down and slowly stroked the thick tool. Red leaned against him and sniffed the strong scent. "Tom, I really love you guys and if it wasn't for the rest of the guests, I would be begging you to fuck me right now."
"Maybe later buddy, but your hardon isn't any reason to be embarrassed, just look around."
Red swung around to survey the room and realized that more clothing had been lost in the last half-hour. Some guys were still in jocks or shorts but the majority had chucked all clothes. Only Vic, Tom and Eric were more or less still fully dressed. Eric walked into the dining room with another large box and shouted for everyone to join him. The guests crowded into the room as Eric began rummaging through the box.
"When we got up this morning and came downstairs for breakfast, we found various articles of clothing strewn around the house. I thought it would make for some fun to find out to whom they belonged and just exactly what was happening when they were lost." He began pulling articles out of the box and asking the owners to step forward. As they did, each one had to explain just what was happening when they accidentally lost their item. No one was shy and soon the group was whooping and hollering over the stories. The effect only made the group hotter. The wait staff was being challenged to clean up and enjoy themselves, as their cocks were constantly being tugged or their asses groped. Terry was about to give up on bartending as Al buried his tongue in his butt.
Red and Tom stood at the farthest point and laughed at the goings on as Tom continued to stroke Red's ample dick. Red suddenly tightened his hold on Tom and shuddered as his load slid down Tom's leather covered leg. Red quickly wiped it off but Tom stopped him and redirected his hand to wipe it on Tom's chest. "I promise you that every free moment we have in Chicago will be spent with you." The two men kissed passionately before Darrell and Ron broke it up.
"Is our pup misbehaving?" Darrell squeezed Red's cock and got a few drops of cum on his fingers that he licked off. "Amazing how he can get off just standing there. What a hunk." The two beefy black men reclaimed their lover and wandered off to the basement playroom.
Vic walked over to Tom and slid his hand under the shirt to feel the huge pecs. "If you guys don't mind, I would like to stay here a few days until I clear my head a bit." His touch on the nipple rings sent shivers down Tom's spine. He felt his cock struggling to get out of his codpiece.
"You are more than welcome in our home and in our bed, if you want."
"I want. I especially want another long, hot shower." Eric walked over and hugged the two men, crushing Vic between them.
"The house is all locked up and our guests are on their own. The catering staff seems to be staying over and Terry is probably being fucked silly by Al and Jim right now. You guys want to go upstairs and play?" Vic groped their protruding baskets. "I'll take that as a yes."
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