G-village.... Build it, They Will Cum, part 4 by Lennoxbear@aol.com
The following is a continuation of stories with characters begun in Feelings of Security. This story contains graphic gay sex, man to man. If you are offended by such material, please go elsewhere. Also, sexual practices are fantasy and not an endorsement of unsafe sexual practices and are not meant to be seen as such.
Bill and Steve threaded their way through traffic on Broadway as they left the gym and headed home to their apartment. They walked down the side street, Bill's arm around Steve's big broad shoulders. Both men were (almost) dressed in spandex shorts, tanks tops and sweat. They had had an intense workout that pushed their limits but ended by finding out a longtime buddy of theirs was facing slipping health. They entered the apartment overlooking one of Chicago's busiest streets, dropped their bags and hugged.
"Wanna shower first or should I?" Steve licked at the salty sweat on Bill's shoulders and hugged him closer.
"How 'bout we relax a bit first and have a beer on the balcony?" Steve nodded and headed to the kitchen to get beers. He found Bill lounging in a chair on the balcony, his feet on the railing and his big basket displayed for all to see on the street below. Steve handed him the bottle and dropped into the chair next to him that gave him access to rub the big furry forearm. They sat quietly for a few minutes watching the crowd and traffic below.
Bill crossed his legs and slipped his hand under his shorts to adjust the big meat. "I don't know about you but lately I feel like we are missing too much of the good times in life. I mean, we travel for work three or four days a week, a lot of that is weekends. We put in long physical hours, put our bodies through hell at work only to add to it in the gym and then come back here and collapse. Half the time I don't know if I'll get to spend any real quality time with you or if you will be off for work again right away."
"Yeah, it has been a pretty weird pace lately. Then I hear about our friends and think, boy, we need to slow down and enjoy things more. We aren't hurting for money and I'm not sure we need this big apartment either."
"I was hoping you would say that. IML is this weekend and then they start full construction on the cabin on Tuesday. Why don't we take a few days, go down there, visit the boys and watch our house going up?"
"Sounds good to me, in fact, I think we should give serious consideration to making that our home, find a smaller apartment here for when we need to be in town. I feel closer to Eric and Tom than a lot of other folks nowadays. I'm tired of a lot of this pace."
"You think we should option the garage unit on the construction?"
"Yep. And the additional bedroom, bath and storage space."
"We'll talk to Eric this weekend when they get here for IML. Let's shower and think about food." Bill carried the empty bottles to the kitchen then walked into the bedroom to find Steve stripped down to his socks. He took his beefy lover in his thick arms and slowly kissed him. Steve sucked down the big man's tongue and felt himself being lowered to the bed. "Roll over."
Steve stretched out on the bed on his stomach as Bill peeled off his gym clothes. He pulled off Steve's damp socks and knelt between the thick blond fur covered legs. He ran his hands over the heavy muscles and massaged his way up to the big, beefy muscle butt. His large hands kneaded the hard butt and spread the cheeks apart to find Steve's perfect butthole. Steve purred with the deep massage. Bill slid his hands up the deep cut of spine separating two huge walls of muscle. Steve flexed his thick traps and Bill responded by carefully massaging the tense lumps. His thick fat cock rested between Steve's flexing ass.
"Fuck me, no rubber, just lube." Bill hesitated but then reached over to the nightstand for a tube of grease. He sat back on his knees and lubed his hot cock and watched as Steve flexed various muscles to tease him. Steve reached back and spread his asscheeks as Bill slowly pushed his way in. Steve groaned loud and long as the fat cock filled him. He pushed his ass up to give Bill better access and let out a long deep breath. The big beast of a man began to pump his cock into his equally beefy partner. Steve maneuvered pillows under his hips to keep his butt in the air and pulled Bill's pull weight down on top of him.
"Oh man, this is all I want. Your 250 pounds crushing down on me as you hump my hard ass. Make my butt burn fucker."
Bill wrapped his arms around Steve's chest and found the erect nipples in the fur. He carefully pinched each nip and increased pressure until Steve's moaning became louder. He knew at a certain pitch the big man was super hot. He licked, kissed and bit the back of Steve's neck and shaved head. They struggled to get their mouths together for some long sloppy kisses as Bill's cock continued to slide in and out of the tight butt. "Time to switch gears buddy." Bill got back to his knees and pulled Steve to all four's. He gripped the big man's small tightly muscled waist and began slamming his ass hard with the rock hard prick. Steve braced himself as Bill let go and pounded his butt until he thought his fillings would come loose.
"Yeah, big man, fuck this man's ass. Give me your load. Fill me fucker." Bill gasped and grabbed Steve's waist again as his cock convulsed thick streams deep into Steve's ass. "Oh yeah, I can feel it burning." It took a couple of minutes for Bill to stop cumming. His whole body shook with the force of the climax.
"Did you shoot?" Steve gasped no as he slowly pulled on his throbbing dick. "Well then what are you waiting for?" Bill flopped to the bed and Steve jumped across his chest. His big 22" guns were jacking his hard dick. Bill twisted each nipple once and Steve's hot load crashed across his sweaty chest. Steve squeezed out every drop onto the granite-like, fur-covered pecs. "Oh yeah, buddy, big load, big fucking hot load." Steve felt Bill's hot hands on his quads and waist, then looked down at the smiling face. Most people would look at this man and think he was someone to avoid. Steve saw a lover who could give him hot, rough man-to-man sex or tender passionate love. He slid down to kiss the man of his life and glued their chests together with cum. "How 'bout that shower now?"
"Mmmm, Ok, I guess."
"How 'bout you get to fuck my tired ass in the shower?" Steve pushed himself up and headed to the shower. "I figured that would do it."
Marsh and Jack spent the day distributing plane tickets and hotel confirmations for the IML weekend. They also took it as an opportunity to relax a bit with their workload and not feel so rushed. At the Dog Pound, they managed to deliver paper for half the group going. Richard and Dell stood behind the front desk pouting that they had made the decision to remain behind and run the gym.
"I'm thinking we should have scheduled the place to be closed, like a national holiday or something."
"Yeah, for this group, IML is like a high holy day."
Marsh leaned back against the counter and rubbed his perky nips through his pullover. "Well, I'm sure if you went to Tom and Eric, that they might reconsider and squeeze you in somewhere, but you would have to pay the price." Dell just looked blankly at Marsh. "You know, like be his slave for the weekend or something."
Richard just laughed and said no. Dell quickly straightened up, "Not so quickly there buddy, let's talk about this slave stuff. A weekend of being fucked silly by big humpy muscular men?"
"Dell."
"Of being chained to the bed, forced to serve their every sexual urge."
"Dell."
"Of being sold out to humpy men in the lobby as sex meat for the night, or afternoon, or by the hour."
"Dell, more likely carrying the luggage and getting drinks and all the mundane stuff."
"Really?" Marsh just laughed and slapped his butt.
"Maybe not quite that way, but close."
"Oh fuck, I might as well work." He wandered off to the cafe and Richard stared at Marsh and Jack.
"Do you two know what you have just done? He'll be so fucking horny now that my dick won't get a moments rest. He'll be fantasizing about what you guys are all up to all weekend and want to act it all out. He'll be trying every leather combo he can think of to entice me to have sex." Jack looked confused. "Oh, thanks guys. I better go take my vitamins."
Richard walked up the stairs as one of the women took over at the front desk. Jack looked at Marsh and bit his tongue. "I'm confused. Was he complaining or thanking us?"
The young woman behind the desk snorted. "He was thanking you. As a straight woman, I should be so lucky to be having so much sex." Jack just nodded knowingly and pulled Marsh toward the door. By 10:00 AM they had delivered everyone's tickets and forms. They walked into the office, said good morning to Mary Lou and stopped as they got to their combined office suite. The in boxes were overflowing. Jack whimpered. Marsh walked back out to look at Mary Lou.
"When was Eric here?"
"He's here now."
"When does he find the time to generate all this work? He's always out." Mary Lou lookd up from her pile and laughed.
"It's the paperwork elves, they come at night. You guys are the paperwork fairies." She burst out laughing and almost snorted her coffee. Marsh mocked her laughter as he walked to Eric's office. Eric was sorting through files and doing computer work at the same time. He was dressed casually in pullover and shorts. Every muscle straind for attention. Marsh leaned against the door frame and aimed his beady little eyes at Eric.
"What?"
"Where do you find the time to create this work?"
"I had lots of sex."
"Oh, now what the fuck does that have to do with it?"
"Buddy, how many years have you worked for me? You haven't figured it out? If I am happy and having my needs met, I get super creative and generate lots of work. Tom makes me very happy and lord knows we are both horny, non-stop little fuckers, so get used to it." Eric smiled evilly.
"Damn you and your happy sex life." They both heard Mary Lou shout her agreement. And something about working her tits off. And they were big tits.
"Besides, Marsh, if you look at the piles they are all things that can either be filed, or scheduled for after we get back from IML. No big woof."
"So, I take it you had hot sex this morning?"
"Twice."
'What? Twice?" They heard Mary Lou yell she hated him. Marsh shook his head and wandered back to his office to find Jack busily sorting work. He closed the office door, locked it and pulled off his shirt. Jack sat at his desk and scowled.
"What are you doing?"
"Shut up and get naked, we're doing it now."
Eric had pushed Tom through his morning workout. Every inch of chest muscle was primed, pumped, sweaty and straining. It was a morning for arms and chest and Eric was unrelenting in his push for Tom to be in extreme shape for this contest. He worked along side his boy, pumping and matching every lift. His words of encouragement gave Tom quiet determination. They had routinely been starting at 6 AM, lifting for an hour or two, then Eric would take off for the office, Tom would run and then set out on his day of checking on data installations and the gym. They would then squeeze in another workout either at the Dog Pound or at home.
This morning, Eric stood above Tom, spotting the big man as he pushed for heavy reps on the bench of 400. They were working in reverse and finishing off with a heavy set to push Tom's limits. Tom had abandoned his sweat soaked tank top and was using a towel to cover the bench. Eric looked at the deep valley of muscle between the massive pecs, the sharply defined striations of muscle, getting larger with each lift, the nipple rings that sparkled in the light of their basement gym and the beads of sweat dripping over the big man's body. His spandex shorts were soaked through, making his pendulaous dick and PA even more noticeable. Tom swung the bar back to the rack and Eric guided it down. Eric praised him for the great workout and Tom reached backed to squeeze the 36 inch quads. He playfully patted the monstrous basket and sat up. When he turned around, Eric had stripped off his tank top and was prying off his wet shorts.
"What are you doing?" Eric walked arund the bench, put one arm around Tom's waist and the other around his neck and pulled the soaked man to him in a deep, passionate kiss. Tom moaned as Eric's hands slid down to push the shorts over the hard, round bubble butt. Eric slowly licked the sweat from Tom's face, neck, shoulders and stopped to breath deeply at the man's deep pits. He sucked both nips, pulling gently on the rings, lapped down the center of the etched abs searching for beads of sweat. His hands kneaded Tom's massive butt and fingers slowly worked their way into the sweaty hole. Tom's head was back as he held Eric's face against his body. His free hand worked his right nipple to it's full one inch length. Eric became a man possessed as he got down to Tom's grapefruit size nuts and hard bobbing cock. He pulled down on the swollen nuts to bring the cock straight down to his mouth, then dove upand down on the thick, veined shaft. The big pierced head rammed down Eric's throat like a blunt force battering ram. Three fingers loosened the muscle man's hungry hole. Eric stood up and sucked down Tom's tongue. Tom whimpered as Eric crushed him in a tight bearhug. "Fuck me sir, please, now."
Eric positioned Tom to lie on the towel covered bench. Tom lay down and grippd the cross bar with his huge arms. The 26" biceps popped, the triceps, flexed in deep cut relief. Tom positioned his legs so his butt was pointed up and aimed to receive Eric's eager prick. Eric stepped back a moment to find the lube, then returned. Tom felt the blunt object of Eric's dick. A low sigh and growl escaped as Eric pushed his massive prick up Tom's rock hard ass. Tom looked up. Dangling in front of him was the remote for the electronic cockring he wore. Eric pushed the control slowly up. Tom felt the vibrations start in his balls and slowly rise with intensity to set his cock on fire. The big prick slowly pulled out and pushed back in to the hilt. Eric could feel the vibrations from Tom's cock throuh his hot butthole. His dick began to hum along with the electronic toy.
He leaned back and watched his thick tool plow into Tom's mountainous ass. The deep chasm at the base of his back, the two hard mounds of glute muscle, the deeply hollowed dimples in each cheek and the flair of the immensely thick quads going down from there. His hands slid up either side of Tom's spine over the thick, thick back muscle up to the large round, traps and delts. He dug his fingers in a few minutes as he rutted his lover's butt. Tom was speechless between the fucking and the vibrations in his cock and balls. The only noises he made were pants of lust and grunts of joy wanting more cock, harder and deeper. Tom pushed his butt higher and Eric grabbed for the bar on the rack for support. Tom had positioned him in the perfect pistoning angle and begged for Eric to ram him hard.
"Please, sir. I need your cock to discipline me, harder. Slam me." Eric increased his tempo, pounding his cock full length in and out of the clamping ass. 'Oh fuck, Eric, ram it, uhh, uhh, oh fucking hot."
Sweat pored from the collossal man as animal lust took over his desire to fuck his boy. Tom was bracing his body to keep from being pushed forward on the wet bench. His arms were getting another isokinetic workout from the effort. The muscles straining in deep relief only intensified Eric's fucking. Tom was supporting his weight with his ass as it begged for Eric's master power.
"Oh man, it's bigger than ever. I need to feel it in me all the time." Tom whined as Eric found the energy and the angle to drive deeper. Tom felt eric's body tense as the big man unloaded buckets of hot cum into the hard butt. Eric momentarily fell on Tom.
"Did you shoot?"
"No, sir."
"Hold it." Eric pulled Tom from the bench, made him lay back down with his rock hard, pierced cock sticking straight up. Eric covered it with grease and straddled the shiny ring.
"Eric, the PA."
"No time." Tom felt his tool being swallowed by Eric's tight ass as the big man pushed down to Tom's shaved crotch. The heat of Eric's body sucked the energy from Tom's cock. "Work my nips boy." Tom looked through his sweat filled eyes at his lover fucking himself on his cock and twisted the huge nips as hard as he dared. Eric's still swollen cock began to ooze a steady stream of cum over Tom's pecs. A pool of the sticky goo collected in the deep cuts between the mounds of muscle. Eric raised and lowered his ass on the stiff fucker and clamped hard. Tom felt the vibrations in his cock increase as Eric pushed the controls higher.
"Holy shit." Eric pushed down and braced his weight on Tom's chest as he felt his butt filled with his boy's juice. Tom's body shudderd as the force of his cumming spread over three minutes. Eric sat up and clenched his butt as he pulled off of the greasy cock. He turned the control off, grabbed Tom's wrists and pulled him from the bench. He tossed Tom's 250 pounds over his shoulder like a sack of mulch and carried him to the basement shower. The two men washed away the traces of their workout and love making from their bodies, then slowly toweled dry. Neither said a word. Eric turned to go upstairs to dress for the office but Tom stopped him for a kiss. "I love you."
Mike and Doug sat in the kitchen eating breakfast and listening to the animal sounds of fucking in the basement gym. Eric appeared red-faced and naked at the top of the steps. Doug nonchalantly poured him a cup of coffee and smiled. "Yeah right, like I have long gotten over being embarassed in this house." Eric gave him a bearhug and headed upstairs to dress.
Tom appeared at the top of the steps in a towel and smiled. He poured himself a glass of juice and a protein shake. "So what are you two boys up to today?"
Mike crossed to Tom and yanked down the towel. "We're both off today and thought we would lounge by the pool and work on our tans. We aren't going near the gym until the heat from your little, uh, fun, has subsided."
"Oh well, I need to clean up a bit down there." Doug choked on his coffee.
"We can only imagine."
Bob stood at the stove getting ready to make breakfast. He had spent a somewhat restless night with an 18 year old boy wrapped around him, too scared to move. As he stared out of his apartment wndow, wearing his customary workout shorts, Dave snuck up from behind and hugged the older man.
"Thank you for letting me spend the night." Bob felt the heat from the hard young body press against his back and his mind raced over what to do.
"You're welcome. You can stay as long as you want or need. We need to take care of affairs with your school and mother this morning." He mentally kicked himsef for not wearing a T-shirt but he was used to being alone. Dave's hands were warmly rubbing the man's chest and making the nipples hard. Bob turned to face him and took a quick gasp when he realized the young man was naked. His face was bruised from the beating his step-father had inflicted, his eye still partlyl swollen shut and discoloured. But the body was a youthful work of muscular art. Bob hadn't noticed quite all the detail the night before. Dave slid his arms around Bob and snuggled to the big man's chest. "How, how would you like your eggs?"
"However, you make them for yourself is fine." Dave walked to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup. "I appreciate your helping me, but you don't have to do any of this."
"I know but I want to do it. I've known you for a long time and know you don't deserve any of this bullshit. We need to get you and your mother onto safe ground. Maybe we can get her into a program to protect her and help her start a new life. There are several with good reputations. You could help her get an apartment and get settled."
"Yes, you're right. She needs a new home for herself and my brother. But I don't think my life remains with them."
"What are you going to do?"
"Finish school, work, save money to go to school and begin my life as a young gay man. It's who I am, who I want to be and it's time to put that bastard out of my life for good."
"That's a big undertaking." Bob stood with his back to Dave as he worked at the stove.
"I know, but I think I've found a good guide." Bob turned to dish eggs onto a plate for Dave. "May I ask you a question?" Dave nodded yes.
"You buy a lot of stuff in our shop. Is it because you get good results from the herbal life, so to speak?"
"Yes, I believe in the healthy style I've created for myself and your store has everything to aid me. I get good results from the stuff and feel good."
"That's all, just the merchandise." Bob sat at a corner next to Dave. He felt his face blush over and he looked down at his plate.
"No, not just that."
"Good, I was hoping not." Dave put his hand over Bob's and leaned over to kiss him. Bob swallowed hard and fought back a tear.
The next night the gang met at Eric and Tom's to discuss their plans for the IML/Memorial Day weekend. Frank and Don were left off the list so the guys could plan a surprise going away party with their buddies in Chicago before their departure for San Francisco. Marsh and Jack had made all the arrangements for one of the conference rooms at the hotel for late Saturday night. Plans were laid out so that no one would have to miss any of the weekend festivities. Joe and Vic were moving to split costs when Marsh just waved his hand and laughed.
"Yeah right. You haven't figured out how Eric works yet? He prepaid for almost everything. He's never asked anyone to help, he just does."
"What if we get together and get a gift for them?"
"Now, that might work, but ask Eric last." Eric walked into the dining room and everyone shut up. He looked around the room at the silent faces.
"What? Is my zipper down?"
"Would all our mouths be shut if it were?" Eric looked perplexed. "So, what are the travel plans?"
"Mike and Doug are driving my truck." Doug looked at Eric?
"We are?"
"Yeah, no offense but you can't arrive at IML in a Corolla? Much more butch this way. Tom and I are taking the Harleys."
"What if it rains?"
"We get wet." The group mapped out their plans for a long weekend working to build the suspense for Doug, a first timer at IML. "In two days, we will be on our way. Joe, I just need you to help me with a couple of things before we go. Doc Pratt has the details worked out."
Bob hung up the phone and slouched in the overstuffed chair. His visit to Dave's home had gone well. Dave's mother and brother were now safely housed in a safe house away from his demented step-father. Tom Pratt was handling arrangements for a restraining order and for police assistance to get the rest of their belongings the next day. They knew the man would go to work, even with his wife gone, he couldn't afford to lose his job.
Bob walked across the living rom and looked out at the evening traffic. Dave came up from behind and hugged him, paying attention to the big man's hard pecs.
"I owe you for what you helped me do today."
"Nonsense, it was the right thing to do. Your mother is safe and you're your own man now. You're 18 and in a couple of weeks you'll be out of school and be on your own. Those are big steps."
"I want to pay you for helping me."
"Pay me? No, no. No payment necessary."
"I'm not talking money, I don't have any anyway." Bob looked at the young man's deep eyes to see what he meant. "I'm a virgin."
To be continued, comments - suggestions? lennoxbear@aol.com