Feelings of Security

G-Village....Build It, they Will Cum, part 14 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 such material offends you, 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.

Eric placed the phone back in its cradle and looked out the window at the waves languidly washing over the beach. A slight breeze moved the dune grass in a smooth rhythmic motion. He could see men making their trek through the dunes to Herring Cove and the gay beach area. The sun was king on a nearly perfect day with only wisps of clouds to break the shining monotony. He stood naked in the doorway to the second floor deck. Some distance away he could see the glint of the sun off a pair of binoculars and was sure he was the object of their search. The house he had rented for their vacation had a wonderful beach side view. A view that allowed anyone with binoculars to get a glimpse of what might be going on in their vacation world. He let the warm air caress his body and felt his nipples get erect in the breeze. When his dick began to stir he knew they were getting a good show.

He turned and watch an equally nude Tom put away clothes and finish getting organized. They had arrived in Provincetown only a couple of hours before. They had taken some time to look around the house, put their suitcases in the bedroom then strip and have an hour of hot sex. He walked across the room, put his arms around his muscle freak son and kissed the back of his head. Warm hands hugged Tom close. Eric felt Tom moan from inside.

"Again?"

"No, just wanted to hug you. That was Marsh on the phone."

"Already? We've only been here a coupe of hours, what could they possibly need in the office?"

Eric took a deep sigh and rested his head on Tom's round trap. "There's been an accident. Seems like a drunk pickup truck driver careened into a bunch of cars at an intersection and there were some injuries. People were waiting to get the light and this clod rammed into them forcing them into and under a trailer rig going through the intersection. Vic was in his cruiser and was one of the accident victims."

"Oh shit."

"He's OK. Mostly just cuts and bruises."

"Is he in the hospital? Do you need to call Tom Pratt?"

"He's there being treated. Joe's on his way to get him and Pratt will call me later. The other car that was hit was Doug's." Tom turned to face Eric. "He's in pretty bad shape, but alive. Seems his car got pushed under the rig's wheels before the trailer toppled over onto both cars. One leg has a simple fracture; the other has a nasty compound fracture, a broken arm, ribs, concussion, and lots of cuts and bruises. He's going to be out of commission for awhile."

"Mike?"

"He was already at the hospital when Marsh called. Richard gave him time off from the gym. Jack was going over to the hospital to find out what he could and check on things first hand."

"Do they need us to do anything, not that we can do much from here, should we go back, help with Vic and Doug when they get out of the hospital?"

"Uh, no. Too many questions. Pratt will make sure they get the best care and both have insurance. Marsh knows I will help if they need it. There isn't anything we can do except to relax and try to enjoy our time off."

"Not easy to do when two of our best friends are back home hurt."

"I know. They need to run some tests on Doug to be sure there aren't any internal injuries, well, more than they already know of and any nerve damage. Have to get him stable first."

"Did this guy lose his brakes?"

"No. Drunk. And guess who it was?"

"Who?"

"The asshole who coordinated your kidnapping and beating in the parking lot a year or so ago."

Tom closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. "Some people just don't learn."

"Really. And he didn't get a scratch. Fucker. And to complicate things, you know Mike, the rig driver who delivered the equipment to the gym?"

"Big Dawg Mike. Yeah, oh no, his rig?"

Eric shook his head. "From what Marsh says, he's pretty upset over this cause he knows both Doug and Vic."

"But it wasn't his fault."

"Yeah but under that big bear exterior is a pretty caring guy who is waiting at the hospital for reports on Doug."

The two men hugged each other closely. "What about Red? Did Marsh say anything about him?"

"No, he wasn't back from his appointment yet. He'll call later with an update. I have my cell phone. Let's go to the beach and try to relax for a few hours. Do us some good. Nothing we can do from this end. Marsh will call that number if he has more information."

"Tough to relax when two of our best friends are mangled in a hospital bed and one is, well, what is Red anyway?"

"He's a horny little fuck who would tell us to relax and go to the beach."

Dave and Bob mechanically worked their way through their routine at the Dog Pound. They had been given the news about Vic and Doug from Richard when they arrived. Both men seemed openly disturbed but didn't say much. Their workout was intense and focused nonetheless. As they walked to the locker room and then to the sauna, Dave finally spoke up.

"Would you mind stopping by the hospital to see if Joe or Mike can give us an update?" Bob looked into the teenager's face and saw a manchild on the verge of tears.

"No, that would be fine. Are you OK?"

"I guess, I mean, after everything that has happened to me, you guys are the first real friends that I truly feel close to and all. I hardly know Doug and I really like Vic. I just feel, sort of confused by my emotions. They aren't family but I really care." Bob smiled at his young friend and sat quietly next to him in the sauna. He felt Dave's hand move along his thigh and slip into his and squeeze it. Bob wanted more than anything at that moment to hug him but held off. Being in a public gym didn't seem appropriate.

Red had finally made it back to the gym late in the afternoon and was devastated by the news when Richard and Dell told him. He sat in Richard's office and stared out the window. Richard walked over and closed the door.

"Are you OK? From what Marsh said when he called, it sounds like they will be all right. Doug's going to be out of commission for awhile and they have to run some tests but he's alive."

Red stood up and stretched. Richard watched the short compact muscle body flex and twist. "I know Tom Pratt will do all he can to be sure the guys will be fine. It's funny though, I was thinking this morning how smoothly things were going and then....well."

Richard hugged the solid little body. "There are powers in this world stronger then we are, we just go with the flow and do the best we can. So, how did your appointment go?"

Red swallowed hard and hugged Richard closer. "I'm not the one in the hospital right now, let's not worry about me."

"What does that mean?" Red broke the hug and walked to the door.

"I have some things I need to think through. It's getting late, thanks for covering, why don't you go home."

"That's not an answer."

"It's the best I have right now. I'm going down to watch the desk." Red was cleaning glass when Bob and Dave came by on their way home.

"We're going to stop by the hospital and visit the guys, see ya."

"Give them my love." Bob signed "OK" back to Red. Red continued to work the desk and exchange small talk with customers as they came and went. He was reviewing purchase orders when Darrell's voice behind him made him jump.

"Did you work out today?"

"Yes, early this morning."

"OK, we're finished with our workout. Do you want us to save dinner for you or have you eaten?"

"No, that's OK. I'm closing so I'll be home about 10:30."

"And my final question, what did the doctor say?"

Red looked around the front of the gym. "Stella can you watch the desk a few minutes, I need to talk with Darrell? Thanks. Let's go into the office." Darrell followed Red into the office. Red closed the door and fell into Darrell's arms.

Dave was quiet the whole way home in the car. Bob just let him be quiet. Dave immediately walked upstairs when they got into the house. Bob threw their gym clothes down the laundry shoot and walked to the bedroom to find Dave. The only light in the room was a small lamp near the TV. Bob heard noise in the bathroom and went about pulling gym stuff together for the next day's workout.

"Hey Dave, I know it's late but we really should eat something, how about salad?" He felt Dave behind him as the thick arms wrapped around his chest. Dave nuzzled Bob's neck, kissing and sucking behind his right ear. Bob rubbed his body against Dave's as the young man pulled his T-shirt off and over his head. Hot hands searched Bob's red fur-covered chest until finding the sensitive nipples. The hands moved down to the waistband of Bob's jeans and in a quick moment Bob was standing naked before his teenage lover. "This isn't going to get us dinner, ohhhhhhhh, gawd that feels good."

"Who needs food, I need you." Dave knelt in front of Bob and wrapped his hand around the base of the big dick and balls. Dave moaned as he licked up and down the thick veiny shaft. "I want us to have what Tom and Eric have."

"My dick ain't that big."

"Not what I mean." Dave forced the fat cock down his throat causing Bob to wobble on his legs in heat. "I want us to be as committed to each other as they are." Bob's balls miraculously disappeared into Dave's hot mouth. "I want to be yours, to do as you see fit." Dave tugged downward on the fat nutsac to get the big dick pointing straight out and down his throat again.

Bob took several deep breaths as he held the back of Dave's head against his body as the hot man tried sucking for more dick. "Davey, you're 19, I expect you to wander and if you meet another man, well, holy shit, that's awesome, well, I can't expect you not to play."

"I don't want to play unless you are there to be part of it. I really want this."

Bob fought the urge to unload in Dave's busy mouth. "If you keep sucking my dick like that you're going to get it." Dave dropped the fat dick from his mouth and let it bounce angrily in front of Bob. He stripped off his clothes and pushed Bob onto his back on the bed. The heavily muscled teenage boy slid his body over the furry construction worker's and pressed their mouths together. Bob sighed with pleasure and hugged the lean body tighter. Dave rubbed their hot cocks together until both men were panting from the need for release. He pulled back and attacked Bob's nips. Bob reached down and stroked Dave's oversized dick.

"Well, at least one of us falls into the Tom and Eric category." The more he tugged, the harder Dave sucked his tits. "Oh yeah, suck those big nips, make me know tomorrow how good you felt tonight."

"Well, dad, from where I sit, that dick of yours is pretty thick too. It's one of the fattest things at the base I have seen. Especially feels good up my ass, like now." In one quick move, Dave pulled his legs up and squatted over Bob's dick.

"Uh, maybe some lube?" Dave spit into his hand and wet down Bob's fat cock then slowly impaled his ass on the spreading shaft. The heat from Dave's body washed over Bob as his dick filled his young lover's butthole. He reached up and worked the big, round nipples on Dave's large hard pecs. Dave balanced his body and slowly began fucking his ass with Bob's cock. He stopped momentarily to grab pillows and force them under Bob so the man's hips were pushed up giving Dave an easier target to ride.

"Fuck yeah, let's ride this puppy downtown." Dave bounced up and down on the hard cock filling his ass as Bob worked his tits. Dave's own horse cock slapped off Bob's abs as the man fucked himself with increasing fury. He balanced himself with his thick quads and an occasional squeeze of Bob's chest. He slammed his ass down on the fat cock setting the bed in a rocking motion. "Oh man, that's hot, I never realized how good it could feel to have a man's dick up my ass. Stroke my cock, dad."

Bob spit on his hand and wet down the long thick cock bouncing off his chest. It seemed to grow bigger with each stroke and bounce of cock up his ass. Dave worked up a sweat furiously fucking himself on Bob's cock. Bob felt his nuts rising and tried to warn Dave he was about to blow, nothing came out of his mouth but moans. Dave closed his eyes, threw his head back and let the heat wash over his body. His skin tingled as his load boiled in his nuts. Bob's hand gripped tightly on the big dick making the monster grow bigger and harder. Dave's whole body seemed to spasm as hot cum flew from the red-hot cock and sprayed Bob's hairy chest. Dave's clenching ass was all it took to push Bob over the edge but Dave wouldn't stop riding the throbbing prick. He pushed downward and ground his hard ass against Bob. Hot spunk filled the firm butt and oozed out around the shaft.

Bob lay panting as he squeezed every last drop of cum from the bloated dick resting on his abs. "Oh fucking shit, that was incredible. What brought that on?"

Dave stretched out his legs but didn't pull off Bob's cock. "I don't know. The whole thing with the accident, with Vic and Doug, Tom and Eric being away, somehow, I thought how miserable I would be if we weren't together anymore and, well, I got hot. Sorry."

"Sorry? Buddy, never apologize for sex like that. Although, I do need a towel." Dave stood up on the bed and let the big dick slowly plop from his butt. He jumped to the side of the bed, pulled Bob to a standing position and walked him into the bathroom. Bob watched as Dave lit the room with candles. The two men filled the tub and washed and fucked each other again forgetting all about dinner.

Richard and Dell left the gym at seven and quietly drove home. Dell seemed to be struggling to say something as Richard parked the car. He unlocked the front door, turned to face Richard and hugged the man tightly.

"What was that about?" Richard stood with his arms around the shorter beefier Dell in their front entryway for several quiet minutes.

Dell took a deep slow breath and rested his head against Richard's chest. "I guess we are lucky. Vic is going to be all right. Poor Doug is going to be out of commission for awhile, and, well, maybe the picture isn't as bright there. He's not in good shape and not out of the woods but he's alive. I have faith that he'll be OK too. I don't know about Red. He wouldn't say much, just brushed my questions aside. We could have lost two good friends today, and may still lose a third. But, for right now, I want to think things will be fine."

Richard hugged Dell closer and rubbed his shoulders. "We don't have enough information to know what will happen. I'm very proud of Mike. He calmly finished with a client, handed off the rest of his schedule to the other trainers and only then went to the hospital to see Doug. He could have gone running from the building and we would have been OK handling matters but he was truly professional. Even Joe, thought about the building and complex customers first before leaving to see Vic. I've known a lot of people in the past that lose it over a papercut. I was impressed."

"Yeah, I didn't think about that part of it, they didn't handle it in the typical sci-fi manner."

"What's that?"

"Oh, the when in danger, when in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout, school of bad movie scripts."

Richard rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Let's see what we have in the kitchen for dinner. How about some wine?" Dell agreed as they headed to their tiny kitchen. "As for Red, well, when the time is right, he'll tell us what he wants us to know. What are you doing?"

"Unzipping your jeans."

"Dinner?"

"This is dinner."

Marsh hung up the phone and took a sip from his wineglass. Jack fussed over dinner at the stove and poured them both more wine. "What'd they say?"

"Oh, typical Eric stuff. He asked detailed questions about Vic and Doug, told me to make sure they have insurance to take care of everything."

"Uh, like they don't work for Eric. Nothing we can do about insurance."

Marsh shrugged his shoulders. "Makes no difference to Eric. I think he would spend his last dollar to help a friend. So, I'll check on the hospital stuff tomorrow morning. Couldn't tell him much about Red. Whatever happened at the doctor's office, Red's not talking."

Jack laughed and set the table. "Doesn't make a damn bit of difference to Eric. He'll track Red down from Provincetown and force him to talk."

"I don't doubt it. But, for the time being, he seems to be satisfied with what's happening. That and, I think that at the time we were talking, Tom was sucking his dick. The conversation was taking these strange pauses and I could hear odd noises."

"The ocean."

"Yeah, I s'pose. The waves could make a sucking sound."

Darrell and Ron met Red at the door when he got home from the gym. Red put his gym bag at the bottom of the steps and hugged them. "Hey guys, wassup?"

Darrell looked down at Red and furrowed his brow. "That's what we want to know. What happened with the doctor's appointments today? You put me off earlier but we want to know now."

Red took a deep breath and headed toward the kitchen to wash his drink bottles from his protein shakes. "To be honest, they aren't sure. This." He pointed to the large blotch on his thigh. "This, they think is possibly melanoma. Tom kept referring to it as a funky mole. The dermatologist has scheduled me to have it and another one removed next week."

Ron leaned against a kitchen counter. "Melanoma? Aren't you awfully young for something like that."

Red shrugged his shoulders. "It has to do with the fact that I am so fair skinned and subject to skin types of problems."

"So all those hours tanning over the years is getting back at you?"

"Possibly. That, and all the years of working outside in the sun shirtless growing up as a kid. I had some nasty sunburn and this may be the result of no protection. They won't know until they do a biopsy of the stuff they cut out. Will really screw up my workouts. And these." Red pulled of his T-shirt to show his shoulders and two large darker blotches. "They aren't sure what to make of these. Took some skin samples today."

"When did those appear?" Darrell examined Red's shoulders.

"Shortly after the contest."

Ron walked over to Red and Darrell and pulled them together in a hug. "I don't know much about melanoma but from what I hear on the news, it ain't something to fool with. Did he give you any information?"

Red nodded yes. "I'm trying to not get emotional until after all the tests and reports." Darrell rubbed his shoulders. "But they did scare the shit out of me."

"Well buddy, no matter what, we're here for you. What other tests?"

"Blood work and x-rays, also scheduled for next week."

Darrell pulled the three men closer in the cold kitchen light. "It'll be OK." Red huddled between his two lovers and sighed. Darrell and Ron looked at each other over Red's head and hugged tighter.

Mike sat in a chair in the corner of Doug's hospital room. Kyle and Mark had just left after bringing him something to eat which sat basically untouched in the box next to him. He looked at Doug's body lying still in the bed. The fact that he was alive after the car was crushed was pretty amazing. Doug had casts on both legs and one arm. His ribs were bandaged, as was his head. His face was covered with small cuts from the broken glass. Mike sat in the cool room and shivered still dressed in the shorts from work. A shadow appeared at the door and Mike looked up to see the frame of a large man.

"Hi, I'm Mike. It was my rig that fell on Dougie's car." Mike got up to shake his hand.

"How'd you get in? They weren't real happy about my being here since I wasn't family."

"Uh, I think I scared them. If you aren't family, then how did they let you in?"

"I'm his lover."

"Doug's gay?"

"Yeah, does that bother you?" The smaller Mike stood firm to confront the much taller heavier man.

"No, not at all. I'm glad he has someone who cares and loves him, everyone should have that. I ain't one to judge people. I go by what's in their hearts and Doug is a pretty cool kid. I like him a lot. It really hurts me that it was my rig that did this, how is he?"

"Well, the accident wasn't your fault. It's really nice of you to come in to check on him, he's..." Mike couldn't get out any more words as his voice stuck in his throat. "They don't know yet if there was damage to the spinal cord and whether or not he will walk." The smaller muscle bound man gave in to his emotions and stood at the side of the bed sobbing. Mike, all 6'5" truck driver pounds, walked over and put his arm around the broad shoulders of the shorter man and held him in the dim light of the hospital room.

To be continued, comments - suggestions? Lennoxbear@aol.com