Dog Pound Daze, part 7 by lennoxbear@aol.com
The following is continuation of characters presented in Feelings of Security and To Folsum and Beyond.
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.
Grand Opening, the big day had arrived. The weather even cooperated. It had rained on and off for several days as the construction crew readied the site. Then, on the morning of the big day it became, sunny, bright, and unseasonably warm. The staff from the gym had all opted to wear either company tank tops or pullovers with their snug jersey company shorts. Even Richard, who most days was very conservative, sported a tank top to show off the gains he had made the last few weeks. Red and Tom looked like competitive bodybuilders in their tiny tanks and clingy shorts. Dell was turning heads with his furry pecs, down turned nips and muscle butt that defied description. Don ran around organizing staff to help all of the curious first timers. The curious soon got caught up in the muscle high.
Eric watched as the staff ran around getting ready and thought to himself, "What a hot crew we have here." Some of the construction guys, who had joined the gym, got into the act and wore tanks from the gym. It was becoming a beef feast. Everywhere you looked there was muscular skin on view in the early spring sun. Muscle was on parade. Eric waited patiently in his tight pullover and jeans as Tom organized the ribbon cutting for the newspapers. He had hired a photographer to record the day. The man was in heaven snapping shots of one hunk after another. Tom and Dell had offered a market area as a test to see if any supplement, equipment or clothing companies would come. They had to order a tent at the last minute to accommodate all of them.
A group of their musclehead friends from Chicago had come down for the weekend. They were busily pumping in the free weight room that had taken on the look of a back stage pumproom for a bodybuilding contest. Men and women were stripped down to posing suits and eager to show off their assets. Everyone was in high spirits and testosterone levels were through the roof. The gym's regular members were mixing with the crowd in awe of the heavy-duty muscle mass turnout. Everyone was happy to share equipment and give tips. There were so many men posing for pics Dell began complaining about the constant flashing.
It was finally time to organize the group for the ground breaking. Tom handed everyone shovels as they lined up for the cameras. Tom and Red stood at center with Eric behind Tom. Darrell represented Eric's construction company. Richard, Dell and Don joined from the staff, a young man, with a surprisingly hot body, introduced himself as the rep from the actual pool company, and the captain of the university swim team rounded out the photo lineup. Two women from the staff closed the ranks at either end. The men all placed their shovels at the ready and just as they were to dig, each had to flex for the optimum arm definition. Tom had also arranged for the swim team from the university to pose in suits at the mockup of the diving platform to be built.
Richard had written a simple press release, with Marsh and Jack's help, to answer any questions people might have. The staff had planned for the ground breaking and ribbon cutting to occur within minutes of each other so people could enjoy the facilities to the best benefit. As soon as the crowd finished the ground breaking, they lined up for the ribbon cutting at the main entrance. Tom and Eric stood center at this event, flanked by Red, Dell, Don and Richard. The manager of the local supplement chain joined them with a couple of equipment and clothing company reps. The two women from the staff held the bright blue ribbon tightly at either end. As the men all placed their scissors on the ribbon, they were instructed to strike a biceps pose with their other arm. There wasn't a small gun in the bunch. The ribbon fell in shreds followed by a large cheer from the crowd and multitudinous grunts. As the crowd filed into the gym a group of the muscleheads from the free weight room lined the stairs to pose for the cameras.
Several supplement and drink companies donated products for free to be served in the Cafe. Dell was swamped trying to serve everyone. The wall to wall sea of fitness and lifting fanatics partied as the gym opened it's doors for a four hour open house. Vic was there attempting to provide crowd control and finally just shrugged, stripped off his shirt, bounced his pecs and joined the party. The crowd eventually evened out in distribution between the gym, the display set up outside for the pool site and the tent in the parking lot where vendors had taken up residence. Tom stood back from the front desk and leaned against Eric. He felt Eric's hot hands rubbing his butt.
"You realize in these shorts that I have no secrets?" Eric gave him an evil grin, stripped off his pullover and pressed up behind him. Tom felt the thick dick press against his butt and the shelf like pecs rub his back. Eric wrapped his arm around him and squeezed. He held his shirt in front of the growing protrusion in Tom's shorts.
"You guys did an awesome job getting a crowd here and getting newspaper coverage. I don't think you have anything to worry about with business, except where to put all your new members. On the other hand I know exactly where I would like to put my member."
"I don't think I can get away right now."
"Didn't say you had to, just remember where we left off." He ground his dick against Tom's butt and over the crowd felt Tom moan and press back against him.
Vic and Joe worked their way over and stopped a couple of feet short, knowing what was probably happening. Both were bare-chested to show off their beefy, furry pumped pecs. Vic wrapped his thick, furry forearms around Tom's neck and kissed him. "Congratulations buddy, Ted would be proud of you." Tom smiled and hugged him. We're taking off to, well, we're going home to fuck, let's be blunt. See you boys later tonight."
They worked their way out of the door as the sea of skin grew. Red was handing out membership applications at the desk and Richard quickly scheduled appointments for meetings. Don distributed brochures on the personal training they were offering. The staff happily assisted everyone with their questions. It was a long open house despite the shorter hours that day to keep the staff from getting too worn out from the big event. None of the regular members complained, they were too busy partying with all the near naked guests.
Red finally spawned his way to the office to sit down and chat with Tom and Eric. "Wow. What a day! You guys ready for the party at your house?"
"Yep, everything's in place, caterer is ready and guests should start to arrive around 7:30."
"Super, I think this should make for a really hot time, every response I had to the invitation was positive, no one said they wouldn't do it. Should be fun. I handed a couple more out today to a couple of guests who seemed really interested in the goings on. Did you see the really hot dude, the one with all the muscles, hmm, guess I need to be more specific. The guy who was wearing the old beat up Gold's tank?"
"Yeah, he looked familiar but I don't think we have actually met him. Hot man though, great butt."
Tom looked up indignantly. "Hey keep you're eyes on this butt." He wiggled his beefy glutes at Eric.
"Anyway, we'll be over about 6:30 to help with any last minute details. Have your houseguests arrived?" Red tried to change the subject to keep the two beefy men focused.
"Oh yeah and they are all here somewhere, that is if they haven't picked up men and are back at the house having sex, which by the way, can we leave now." Eric grabbed his basket and squeezed.
Tom smiled and looked at Red. "Someone wants to play before the party, guess we'll go."
Red got up and walked them to the door. It was finally quieting down. "OK, go have fun, we'll see ya later, Don't hurt yourselves."
"OK, great job buddy. Everything was super."
Red closed the gym and shooed all of the employees out after a very hectic day. They were still on a high from the sheer number of people who came through. Even if only a small percentage of them joined, it would put the gym in a very good financial picture. Red, Darrell and Ron played a bit to pique their party mood, then dressed for the big celebration. They arrived at Eric and Tom's precisely at 6:30 and were met by Tom who was still in his underwear.
"That's not in keeping with the theme we chose." Ron grabbed the big cockhead through the cotton briefs.
"Hey, don't get it started again, it took forever to calm it down. Let's just say Eric wouldn't leave it alone. And don't worry, I will be dressed appropriately. But every time we started to get dressed, we got distracted." The three friends just rolled their eyes and laughed.
"Hey, speak for yourself, I'm ready." The four men standing in the entryway looked up the steps to see Eric walking down in complete black tie formal wear. He casually smiled, did a quick spin at the bottom of the steps and displayed the lining of the jacket. "Simple, yet elegant."
Red had gone with a formal theme for the party. The twist was that under their tuxes, suit or dress uniforms the guests were to be in some leather or bar outfit. As the evening buffet dinner concluded and dessert was being readied, the guests were to change moods, so to speak. Not one person objected but rather found the challenge to be a fun idea.
"So," Eric draped his arm over Red's tux covered shoulders. "How difficult was it to find a tux to fit this little dude?"
Darrell and Ron lost it. "Red had to have a tux specially altered to fit his short, thick frame. Not one part of his body was in proportion." Darrell finally quit laughing and told the story of Red's fitting and how the poor tailor slaved to make it look good. And how hot the man got doing all the measurements. He finally lost it and while Red stood in his underwear between fittings, the man tore off his briefs and gave him a blowjob.
"He was good, but definitely not my type. Think about it, in this town he probably got about 50% of the business of all the muscleheads invited to this event. He had to be in hog heaven."
"Or the poor guy is now in the hospital from a massive, sex induced coronary."
"Hmm, good for him."
"OK, I better go get dressed." Tom bounded up the stairs as Eric offered drinks to their first guests.
As the other guests began to arrive, Tom appeared at the top of the steps. Eric stood and stared up at him. Tom slowly walked down and joined him in the TV/Room. Eric kissed him lightly and brushed a bit of lint from the lapel.
"You look absolutely hot. I don't think I have ever seen you dressed this way. Knowing what's under that tux gets me going." He ran in his hand in between Tom's butt cheeks.
"Buddy, you don't know what's under this tux." Tom gave him an evil grin and wandered off to check on the caterers. Eric raised his eyebrows and chuckled. "But you'll enjoy it when the time comes."
Eric stood in the entryway and greeted guests as they arrived. Joe and Vic arrived in full dress uniform. Joe from his military days and Vic in his police dress. Bill and Steve from Chicago and the other houseguests all came in full formal. Even Kyle and Mark had gone tux for the evening. Frank and Don arrived in total Canadian Mounted Police uniforms and stood out in the bright red. Eric amused himself by pondering what the men were wearing under all that formal wear.
Richard and Dell came in and Eric's jaw dropped. He had always considered both men to be quite good looking, but in full formal eveningwear they were model perfect. Richard was one of the best looking men he could recall seeing. He was downright knock down hot looking in his tux. Dell was obviously elated and excited by the look. There wasn't a tux anywhere that could disguise the boner he was sporting and the beefy butt under the jacket.
Eric was floored again when the judge who had handled his case against his brother walked in with an attractive man following behind. He introduced him as his lover of 10 years. Despite a difference in ages, they were quite happy and made a very good-looking couple. Both commented on the theme challenge for the evening and were looking forward to the unveiling of alter egos later. Various other guests strolled in filling out the list Red had compiled. It made an interesting assortment of men. There were more dress uniforms than Eric had expected. And quite an array of sizes and shapes. Red had done a good job of mixing the crowd and everyone seemed to be happily mingling. Eric stood to one side trying to visualize the muscle bodies underneath and what leather surprises each had concocted.
The beefy bodybuilder who had shown up for the grand opening finally knocked on the door and stood nervously scanning the guests. Eric walked over to introduce himself. The man, only slightly shorter than Eric, close to Tom's height, gave his name as Mike. Eric welcomed him to their home and showed him to the bar. "This isn't supposed to be a come on, but you look very familiar, have we met." The big man smiled and simply said no. "Well, it was nice to see you could do the black tie thing at such short notice."
"Oh, I own a tux, so that part was easy. Trying to decide on the under gear was the tough part. Never done this before."
"I don't think any of us has. Leave it to Red to come up with something different."
"He was quite charming and persuasive, not to mention very attractive, in that tiny tank and shorts. How big are those quads anyway?"
"Almost as big as he is tall. Are you sure we haven't met?"
"Quite. I'm very good with names, faces and places. I'm sure I would remember had we crossed paths."
"OK, well, if you will excuse me, I need to check on Tom and the caterers. We should be ready for dinner at any moment. Make yourself at home." At least three men swarmed the hot man as Eric walked away. He seemed a bit taken aback at first but settled in and was soon charming the crowd. Eric watched for a few seconds and racked his brain to remember from where he knew the man.
Tom walked out of the kitchen and announced that the buffet was now available and for everyone to kindly help themselves. Eric sauntered over with his drink and leaned against Tom's back. He swirled his drink and in a low voice said, "The name's Bond, James Bond. Do you prefer to be shaken or stirred?"
"I've seen your swizzle stick, so, of course, I prefer to be stirred." Eric rubbed Tom's butt again and Tom sidled away. "Still trying to figure out the costume underneath this?"
"Just curious. But I have to admit you look great in formal attire, quite hot actually." Eric leaned against Tom a bit more until Tom felt the growing bulge in his pants. "I'm feeling a little frisky right now, boy."
Tom looked at him suspiciously. "How much wine have you had to drink?"
"Only one glass, been too busy greeting guests. By the way, who is this big, beefy muscle freak named Mike. I swear I know him."
"Yeah, he looks familiar but I can't place where we might have seen him."
"Well, he's one huge guy and actually seems rather shy at first. Once you get him talking he's quite charming but there's jus something I can't quite put my finger on."
"Think about it later, let's put our fingers on some grub, I'm starved, we didn't get our afternoon snack."
"I did." A sly smile spread over Eric's face as he rubbed Tom's basket.
"That isn't much of a snack, at least not the, uh, outcome." He dragged Eric over to the table so they could join the serving line. Their usual group of catering guys was happily serving the guests and soon the place was full of happy diners. The men prepared the table for dessert while the guests finished eating. They worked to clear everything before bringing out the desserts and coffee. The large group of formally attired men stood around and chatted during the lull between courses. Eric was a bit concerned but Red and Tom assured him that it was necessary for the full effect of the evening.
Eric and Tom found themselves chatting with a blond man whom they recognized from the gym. They had always thought he was a bit on the chunky side and that he chose the clothes he wore for working out to hide the extra weight. He had struck up a conversation about getting into serious lifting and his enthusiasm made them realize how determined he was to transform his body. They offered to work with him and the light in his face showed his appreciation. Mike wandered by at the time and was also drawn into the conversation offering the young man, named Doug some very good tips. The four men were intently discussing workouts when the catering staff announced dessert.
The four men from the catering company had stripped to leather jocks, harnesses and boots. The guests applauded their mood change. Red announced that in order to get dessert, everyone now had to transform themselves to the dark side of the evening. One of the supplement companies had provided large bags to be used for their suits, tuxes, etc., if they had not brought something along. One of the clothing companies provided lifting sweatshirts for anyone whom might catch a chill. Marsh walked to the thermostat and confirmed what he thought. Tom had already pumped it up to keep the crowd comfortable and all fireplaces in the TV/Room, living and dining rooms and basement were ablaze.
Every where you looked, men were eagerly stripping off their tuxes, suits or uniforms to reveal harnesses, jocks, leather shots, boots and some creative uses of pouches. The dessert did eventually get served but became secondary to the fun of the moment.
Tom and Eric helped each other as Doug and Mike watched. Eric had chosen a full harness and his leather shorts with workboots, while Tom opted for a leather and chain harness attached to his nipple rings with a mesh and leather jock. A chain ran from the nipples to the PA hidden in the ample mash jock pouch. Mike striped to a very hot fitting pair of shorts and y-harness. Doug chose shorts and vest. He surprised everyone by having a much trimmer body than his gym clothes let on. He had a really rather small waist and thick upper body with a quite nice set of legs and butt. Eric complimented him. His face lit up with the praise.
Mike held Eric's drink while he ran his and Tom's clothes upstairs. Tom returned from helping guests and took Eric's drink from Mike. "Where's yours?"
"I don't drink, except soda or water." Tom was impressed. Mike helped Doug fold his clothes and put them in a bag and then offered to get everyone desert. Doug joined him as Eric returned. As Mike turned toward the table, the full effect of his massive size, beautiful body and tattoos hit Tom and Eric. Across Mike's thick round delts was matching Celtic symbols and across his shoulders at the top of his back, was a beautiful eagle in flight. As he walked away from them, Joe and Vic walked over.
"We just realized how we know this guy?" Eric and Tom shook their heads and all four me in unison said. "Porn." They had all recognized the tattoos and recognized Mike from a couple of their favourite videos. Big, sweaty leather and muscle sex videos. Doug, on the other hand, seemed to be oblivious.
Eric observed. "He's seems very happy to just blend in and doesn't want to draw attention to himself, but I am sure others will recognize him very shortly. It's all over if Marsh and Jack know who he is." They looked over at Marsh and Jack who were chatting with other guests and by the look on their faces, they knew. "I say we just let him be himself."
Vic whined. "Too late, my cock has already responded to him. I think I better keep my distance or my jock will explode." Joe shook his head and laughed. He looked down at the straining jock and groped the oversized pouch. Vic's fat cock was trying to push its way to freedom.
"Gotta love him, just your basic pig officer of the law."
Mike and Doug came back with plates for Eric and Tom. Tom quickly took up the conversation. "So, Mike, are you new to our little town?"
"Yeah, I came down thinking I might look for a job here and settle in. Chicago is great but I need some space and like a slower pace."
"What do you do?" Eric's eyes widened at that.
"Well, I do have my teaching certificate but have never taught a class except for being a personal trainer."
"Degree?"
"In physical education, used to play football, baseball, the whole jock nine yards but got heavily into lifting and roids and well, things took a different turn for me. So, I'd like to just find something and get by. I don't need to make super big bucks, it doesn't mean anything to me anymore."
"Well a couple of the guys from the supplement companies said they were looking for a rep and we could always use another personal trainer although it would be part-time. I think the grand opening is going to give us an overload of business."
"I'd hire you for sure." Doug beamed between bites trying no to stare at Mike's huge pecs that flexed with every simple move the man made.
"I'd really like the opportunity to talk with you guys and if you can tell me who the reps are, I'll definitely follow up."
"It just so happens," Eric pointed with his fork, "The guy over there in the vest and black jock with Dehner's, is one of them. I'll introduce you later if you want."
"Great, I'd be very grateful. But first, I need to find a bathroom?" Tom pointed to a door opposite the front door in the entryway and watched as Mike's beefy butt sidled across the space. The man's lats hung out like wide wings and the quads flexed with each step.
"That is one hot man." Tom remarked to Doug and Eric.
"I'll say and he's even been nice to me. I mean, I ain't exactly Mr., Olympia and this hunk has been a real gentleman. He's very bright and knows a lot about stuff you wouldn't think those muscles would know." Doug shrugged his shoulders. "But, if he leaves with someone else, at least I got to meet him."
"Don't undersell yourself."
"Be real, he'd kill me with that dick. Did you see the size of that bulge?" Doug went to get a drink from the bar.
"Doug doesn't have a clue and it's kinda cute." Tom felt Eric tugging on his nipple chain. "He reminds me a lot of you when we first met, very innocent, eager to learn, living with his parents." Tom's eyebrows raised as he got the message.
Mike came back form the bathroom and took their plates to the caterers. He came back and asked where Doug went. "He's getting a drink. Want something?" Tom offered. Mike said no and Tom left him alone with Eric.
"You guys make a hot couple. Wish I had a relationship like yours?"
Eric smiled. "It'll happen when you least expect it. You can't plan for love."
"No, you can't and most guys I meet don't care a thing about getting to know me for who I am and not the person they think I am." Eric noted the face and thought his dark looks were even darker.
"Well, Doug, seems to be quite taken with you."
"Yeah, but he's looking for a hot top and that's not me." Eric didn't do a very good job of disguising the look on his face.
"You figured out who I am, right?" Eric shook his head. "Well, the whole video thing is the opposite of who I am. I'm a bottom who plays a top. And I'm tired of playing, the whole scene. All I have ever wanted was to meet someone and belong to that man."
"Look, Mike, there isn't anyone here who hasn't figured out who you are, well, maybe one, Doug. But, with our friends, you can just let down and be yourself. They are a great group of guys and value friendship over lots of other superficial stuff. Although, I wouldn't announce the bottom part. There'll be dicks busting loose all over the place. If you meet someone here tonight fine and if you don't that's OK too. Just relax, you are among friends."
"Thanks, I appreciate that, excuse me, I need to talk with Doug." Mike walked over to the bar and got a soda. He then turned, walked to Doug and began talking with him. He put his arms around Doug's shoulders as they talked. Tom came back to join Eric.
"Doug could get very lucky tonight."
"No, I think Mike is the lucky one." Eric passionately kissed Tom. "It's fate. Like the day two years ago when you walked into my office looking like an innocent musclehead. I couldn't see straight. I don't know if that's how it will be for them but I think they already have a bond. Come on upstairs, I have something to show you." Tom raised his eyebrows.
"We have a house full of guests and I thought we had agreed it was not going to turn into a big group sex thing tonight?"
"We did and it isn't. This is business and if you get your balls out of the gutter, I'll get the boyz and explain it. Although, I think we will have an additional set of houseguests tonight, Doug lives with his mother, so I think we should offer them the other guestroom. The other guys will gladly double up."
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