G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 15 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.
Bill stood at one end of the construction site surveying the activity on their new home. He watched as crews bustled about in the non-stop activity of building a house. The warm weather had most of the men working shirtless and in cut-offs. Not a bad vision or fantasy. Steve wandered around from the far side of the house overlooking the valley.
"It's amazing how fast these guys are moving along. They'll have the place up and ready for siding and brick in no time, not to mention all the inside work. And the other two houses over there are about in the same stage."
"Not to mention the higher percentage of humpy men. Mm-mm. Like that one coming our way." Bill pointed at Sonny walking up the slight grade of what would be the drive toward the two humpy men. Sonny was busily overseeing the construction project for Eric and was not one of those supervisors who stay in the office all day. He walked toward the two huge muscle freaks wearing a tank top and shorts with his workboots. He looked like he should be doing Folsum or IML and not construction.
"Hey guys, come to check up on your house, eh?" He held out his big hand to shake theirs. "Things are moving along pretty fast. You should be able to move in before the holidays if the weather holds and we don't have delays with any materials being shipped. Pretty exciting huh?"
Bill watched the big man's chest pull the thin tank top tighter as sweat soaked through it. "The construction or the fact that that shirt can hold in that big chest? You been working out a lot I see." Steve punched his arm.
Sonny smiled. "Well, not having a lover right now gives me lots of free time for the gym. Thanks for noticing."
Steve licked his lips. "Uh, hard to ignore. So, tell me, did you or Eric hire all these muscle men?"
"I did. Eric sweetened the pot with a pretty generous pay scale and a bonus for completing projects ahead of schedule and even more bonus for fewer redo's or problems. These guys want the money and are really hustling, and they seem to be doing things with as few errors as I've ever seen."
"And of course, they're all gay."
Sonny blushed. "No, not this time. None of them seem to have a problem working for a gay-owned company and have asked about working other projects. Gotta tell ya though, I spend half my day fighting off a hardon. The testosterone level is off the charts here." Bill and Steve looked at each other and then at Sonny's ample basket.
"You doing anything for dinner tonight, want to join us? We thought we would hit the gym, stop to see Doug and Vic at the hospital and then grab dinner."
"Sure. I'll even join you at the gym. But Vic is home now, with Joe trying to control his horniness. Doug on the other hand isn't doing so well from what I hear." The two musclemen both turned to look at Sonny. He chose that moment to peel off his wet tank top.
Mike worked his clients harder than ever since Doug's accident. He pushed them to achieve more weight and reps than many of them ever thought they could do. Anything to keep his mind off of Doug. Tests on Doug were inconclusive at this point on whether or not he would be able to walk. They needed him to stabilize more in order to make further judgments. Richard kept a close eye on Mike and was worried about his stress level, let alone the stress levels of the customers he was training.
Red had another doctor's appointment that morning and wasn't sure what time he would make it back to the gym. Richard and Dell were working to keep an eye on Mike and another on Red. Both men were emotionally charged at the moment and going in opposite directions. Red had become withdrawn about the events in his life and was now so quiet that members were picking up that something was wrong. Mike rolled his emotions into his work pushing himself and others to try harder.
Mark walked into the gym shortly after lunch and handed his card to Richard at the front desk.
"You're here early, not working today?" Richard surveyed the beefy football player and his youthful enthusiasm and involuntarily felt his dick stir.
"Working for the college has its advantages. We have to work late on a project tonight so I'm flexing my time to hit the gym now. Kyle won't like it but it's the best I can do."
"I'm sure you'll make it up to him later."
"Like I have a choice?" Mark headed to the locker room and waved at Mike through the windows to the free weight area. He changed quickly into shorts and tank top and busied himself of with a few quick warm up sets. Mike walked over to shake his hand.
Mark looked at the thick bodybuilder and felt the sexuality radiate from the pumped man. "How's Doug?"
Mike took a deep breath stretching the limits of his Dog Pound Gym pullover. "About the same. His spirit is good but his body is slow to recover and they still aren't sure about damage to the spinal cord. He has so many bruises and cuts that it may be a couple more days before they push more tests. Two casts on the legs doesn't help."
"Well as long as there isn't a cast on something else." Mark's attempt to get Mike to laugh only solicited a smile.
"He's so drugged I don't know if that works either. And well, boy, do I miss him if you know what I mean." Mark shook his head slowly and flopped back on the bench. "Chest day, eh? Mind if I change and join you, I need a good chest workout." Mark agreed and Mike jogged off to the locker room to return in a tiny tank top and spandex shorts. Mark thought to himself, yeah, like those pecs need another workout.
It took about 20 minutes for Mark to realize that Mike was going to push him to the limits on his chest workout but he went along for the ride. He figured it would do his chest some good and help Mike work out some of his emotions. An hour later, Mark was feeling the hard pump build in his chest and arms. Another 30 minutes and his upper body was screaming for mercy. Mike would have kept going if Mark had not needed to return to work. Mark left Mike in the free weight room doing a few more arm reps and headed to the locker room. As he walked down the steps, Dell came out of the bathroom.
"Good workout?"
"I may not be able to feed myself later. I hope for all our sakes, Mike gets through his stress soon."
"Tell me, his customers are going to be buff in no time." Dell took the steps two at a time and left Mark painfully trying to peel off his soaked clothes. He stretched out the soreness in his chest and decided a quick steam might help relieve the pain to come. He stretched out on a bench and thought about maybe not going back to work. He might not be able to lift paper later anyway. The hot thick steam enveloped his body. Practice for football season started next week ad that would be a piece of cake compared to the workout he had just finished. A swirl of steam rolled over him as the door opened and another man walked into the cloudy room.
"Uh oh. Did I push you too much?" Mark recognized Mike's voice and looked up from his prone position at the pumped naked body of a man who could compete at a moment's notice.
"No, it really feels pumped and tight, good feeling. I was thinking maybe I should do more of this for football season."
"Well, you need to keep things flexible, not too much muscle work, balance with stretching and cardio." Mark moved to sit up but his arms wobbled on the wet marble. Mike put a hand out to help as a wet slippery Mark almost fell. Mike laughed as their bodies slid together. "OK, so I overdid it. I'm sorry."
"No, that's OK, the pump is awesome, it's like the muscles are still filling with blood." The two young men stood inches apart, their chest touching. Mark felt his stiffening dick brush against Mike's 28-inch thigh. "Uh, sorry Mike, I guess I, uh, my, body is reacting....." Mike put his arm around the sweaty jock and pulled their bodies and lips together.
"It's always dead here at this time of the afternoon. Help me Mark, please." Mark held the perfect body close and ran his hands over the tightly knotted muscles in the broad back and shoulders.
"We can't Mike. What about Kyle and Doug?" He felt Mike's head on his shoulders and warm drops sliding over his skin. He pulled back to see tears silently flowing down the rugged face.
"I don't know what to do for Doug. What if something happens to him?"
"He's not going to die, if that's what you mean. These things take time. You can't beat yourself up over them." The two young men stood in the thick humid steam and slowly came together for a long sensuous kiss. Mike's tongue filled and searched Mark's open mouth. The urge to satisfy his sexual needs overcame Mark as he roughly groped the hard muscle butt.
"Fuck me Mark, right now."
"Someone might come......" Mike dropped to his knees and licked at Mark's throbbing 10-inch dick. His hot mouth closed over the large wide cock head. Mark's legs wobbled as his dick won control over his mind. Mike's hands felt like fire as they worked Mark's big pecs. Kyle kept those nips hot for action knowing they were directly linked to Mark's cock. The harder Mike treated Mark's nips the more intense the urge to cum. "Shit, Mike, gawd that feels good." Mike dropped the big dick from his mouth and walked to the furthest corner of the steam room. He bent over and braced himself on the marble bench.
"Come on man, fuck this ass."
Mark's hands slid over the smooth solid butt and up the wide lats. His wet cock slipped back and forth in the deep butt and oozed ribbons of precum over the firm flesh. Both men were covered with sweat, which mingled with the condensation of steam on their bodies. Mike groaned as the big dick head pushed against his puckered hole. Mark held his eager cock at the base and pushed forward. The water mixed with sweat lubed the two men as Mike felt his body being filled with cock. Mark crushed his balls against Mike and held him close for what seemed like forever as his dick wanted to grow deeper into the hot ass. Mike gasped as his ass clenched the invading cock. Mark slowly fucked the muscled trainer. He struggled to keep a grip on the wet hard muscle body as his need for release grew. Mike balanced on the bench with one arm and jacked his own ready tool with the other. Mark's thrusts became harder and slower as his nuts ached and rose for release. He pulled out and shot several bullets of cum onto Mike's broad back and off the tile wall. Mike shuddered beneath him as his own load spilled out onto the marble bench. Mark leaned forward and hugged his arms around the still spasming man.
As he gasped for breath in the hot air, cum squeezed out between their wet bodies and splattered to the tile floor. "All I can say Mike is, this steam is draining me. Even my cock is dripping sweat." The two men fell onto the bench in fits of giggles. "What do we do about this mess?" Mike held his finger up.
"Easy one." He walked over to another bench his still semi-hard dick flopping from side to side, his muscles pumped with sex. Mike lifted a hinged top. Inside was a hose connected to a water faucet. "For ease of cleaning. The maintenance folks hose the place down several times a day. He turned the water on the bench and wall where the two men had shot their loads. In a matter of seconds, the evidence was gone.
Mark stood and walked toward the door. "I have to get back to work, uh, Mike, about all this." Mike walked over and kissed him lightly.
"I know. But you don't know how much I needed the touch of another man. I'm letting my emotions get the better of me. Thank you Mark. And don't worry about Kyle. I won't say anything." Mark kissed him one more time and walked back out into the deserted locker room. Twenty minutes later he walked past Dell at the caf^Â counter.
Dell looked over from chatting with a customer. "Good workout?"
Mark smiled contently, his skin still flushed from the steam. "Yeah, really good. I learned a lot today, a whole lot. Talk with ya later."
Dell mixed a protein shake for a customer and watch Mark's thick body stroll across the parking lot. The maintenance man walked over and asked who had already hosed down the steam room. Mike strode by on his way to assist a customer. "Oh I did. I was in there relaxing and it seemed like the thing to do." Dell watch the big muscle man bounce up the stairs to the offices, then turned to see Mark's car pull quickly out of the lot. He couldn't help thinking to himself it probably was the thing to do.
Vic sat in front of the TV clicking through the channels. His injuries weren't all that bad but the department decided it was in his best interest to take off a few days from work. He reached for his coffee cup and winced in pain from the combination of bruises and cuts. Joe was due any minute for lunch and just the thought of his humpy partner being home caused his rod to stiffen. He allowed his big uncut dick to flop out of his gym shorts as he squeezed it into a semi-erection.
"Well, not everything was injured." Joe stood in the doorway to the kitchen holding salads from a corner market. Vic's face lit up then flushed red from being caught playing with himself. "Don't stop on my account, not that you would anyway." He walked over and carefully kissed the corner of Vic's bruised mouth. "Which dressing do you want?"
"The honey mustard and your cum." Joe turned and shot him a suspicious look. "Please Joe, I am so horny."
"Vic, you pig. I don't think sucking cock with those cuts and bruises on your face are such a good idea. And I've seen you trying to walk around here and not be in total pain. You'll just have to wait." He disappeared into the kitchen to get the bottles of salad dressing. Vic sat up on the sofa and opened his salad. He looked at the selection of greens and toppings that Joe had brought him then saw two sock covered feet appear next to him. He let his eyes move up over the thick fur covered legs to the fat swinging cock he wanted desperately to swallow. Joe placed the bottles on the coffee table, then carefully pushed Vic back on the sofa. "Of course, that doesn't mean I can't take advantage of a couple of things." Joe dropped to his knees in front of the smiling cop. He batted Vic's hands away from his pointed erection. He squeezed Vic's uncut sausage and bent over to chew on the thick foreskin. Joe worked the thick skin over the fat cockhead pushing all of Vic's buttons. He knew the more he worked the big dick and it's long fleshy covering the hotter Vic got. The big cop loved cock up his ass but getting his cock worked over by Joe's expert mouth was the second best thing. Joe carefully sucked the fat cock and balls into a purple rod ready to shoot a quart of hot manjuice. He slowly pulled Vic forward on the sofa so his ass was perched on the edge.
"Joe, you got me on the edge, don't pull back now." Joe smiled evilly.
"I have no intention of pulling back pig." He produced a tube of KY from the end table and made a show of lubing his ass as his lover watched from the sofa. Vic licked his lips with desire as he felt the cool thick goo spread over his cock in Joe's hot hand. Joe faced away from Vic and slowly lowered his lean muscled butt over the cop's rock hard dick. Vic sighed as his cock disappeared into the hot hole. Joe pushed his ass as far down as he could filling it with his lover's stiff prick. Then just as slowly he began a carefully choreographed fucking motion to keep from hurting Vic but also to use the sensitive cock to its fattest advantage. As the tempo increased Vic reached around his lover's wide lats to the knobby nipples. Joe picked up the speed as he bounced on the cop dick. Vic tightened his fingers on the big tits.
"Fuck Joe, I'm gonna shoot." Joe felt the first hot shot deep into his ass and pushed his body down to completely engulf his lover's convulsing cock. His own cock flopped in front of him near the edge of shooting its own thick stream.
"You still want that honey mustard?" He pulled off of Vic's cock sending another wave of ecstasy through the big man. He turned to face his panting lover and shot his load into his hand. "Do you?"
"Yes sir, feed it to me." Joe held out his hand as Vic slurped down the handful of hot white gold. Vic held Joe's hand to his face and kissed the callused palm. "Man buddy thanks."
"No, thank you. It's been a long time since I had your dick up my ass, maybe we need to do this a few more times."
"Hey, don't get to liking it too much. I'm the bottom pig in this relationship."
"You sure are. Now eat your salad. I gotta scarf mine down and get back to work."
"What about that little present you're carrying?"
"I intend on carrying it as long as possible, enjoy it while I can." The two men ate their salads quietly. Joe took the containers to the kitchen. He was dressing to return to work when Vic shuffled into the kitchen on his sore legs. The two men tenderly locked into a carefully placed embrace as Vic ground his naked body against Joe's partially clad one. Joe struggled to get his stiff dick back into his tight jeans. "Fucker, you know it's gonna be hard all afternoon now."
It was Vic's turn to smile evilly. He poured himself a glass of iced tea as Joe turned to leave. "I'm counting on it still being hard when you get home after your workout which I can't do, by the way. So don't go showering with anyone and wasting your cum. It's mine, sucker, all mine."
Joe stood in the door for a second as he was leaving. "Yeah, it really is all yours. I love ya, ya big pig. Now get some rest and don't be trying to sneak in any exercises. Take it easy." He closed the door behind him. Vic stood in the kitchen for a minute stroking his hard prick. He ran his cool hand over his furry musclebear pecs and felt the nipples get instantly hard.
"Must not jack off, must not jack off."
Red sat in the cool examining room and stared at the cross section exposures of skin ailments. He looked at the detailed pictures and decided it was more information than he wanted to know. There was a knock on the door and the doctor stuck in his head. "Decent?"
"Uh, yeah, should I be undressed?"
"Well, to do the surgery on your leg, no. We can do that easily enough since you wore shorts. However, Dr. Pratt and I would like to do a really in depth exam of your skin and chart these abnormalities in detail. So if you wouldn't mind stripping down to your underwear?" Tom Pratt chose that moment to walk into the room and snicker.
"Red? Hi. What? Red wear underwear?" Red dropped his shorts. "I'll be damned. Underwear. Learn something new everyday." Red mugged laughing for Pratt's benefit. "How ya doing buddy?"
"OK, Tom, a bit nervous and confused about all of this but I guess it's for the best. I mean, I read that stuff you gave me on moles and melanoma and that really bothers me. Do you think we are getting this in time?"
Pratt's masculine face softened. "I hope so buddy, you're too young for all of this but we just have to work with you to live a healthier life. My colleague here is one of the best dermatological surgeons around and your reports will be read by one of the best cancer specialists around. This mole." Pratt ran his hand over Red's thick quad as the man sat back on the examining table. "Is the first we have to remove. It's these over discolorations and lumps about which I am concerned more. Frankly, we're going to have to take samples to do biopsies and that's not always comfortable.
"So, Red, what Tom and I would like to do is a thorough exam, removal of this first funky mole and then get some samples of these other problem areas." Red looked from doctor to doctor and shook his head. "Good man. So, Pratt tells me you just placed in a bodybuilding competition. Congratulations."
"Thanks. And, how long will this keep me from working out?" Tom Pratt looked over the enormously thick body and pursed his lips.
"Well, you won't be able to do any leg work for a few weeks until this incision heels, nothing heavy, got it. I think we can help you with an upper body workout to keep you from wasting away."
The dermatologist looked up from his charts. "It would take a lot for this man to waste away. Now lay back please." It took 30 minutes to complete the skin exam and for the two doctors to charts everything they found in question. Red was only slightly embarrassed as the touch of the two doctors caused his dick to stir. Tom Pratt shot him a glance and whispered for him to control it. Pratt excused himself to get a nurse to do the bloodwork as Red pulled his shorts back on.
"You know, Red, this is usually done by a doctor and a nurse. Pratt thinks a lot of you and you are very lucky that he is such an involved physician. I'll be back in a couple of minutes to start the surgery as soon as the nurse finishes your bloodwork." A nurse entered the room with a tray and immediately frowned upon seeing Red's huge arms.
"Something wrong?"
"No, I just need to go get a larger blood pressure cuff and a stronger needle to get through that skin." She closed the door then Red heard her tell another nurse, he's gorgeous. Red smiled and studied the mole on his leg.
Forty minutes later, the nurse bandaged the fresh incision on his leg as the doctor completed the removal of the mole. Right on cue, Tom Pratt reappeared in the doorway. The nurse excused herself.
Tom Pratt put his hand on Red's meaty shoulder. "You've made it this far. We need to get samples of these other areas and of the lumps under your arm but we can't use the kind of aesthetic we used on the surgery, so this is going to hurt. You up for it?"
"Do I have a choice?" Pratt patted the heavily muscled back as he swabbed the test area with alcohol. Red dug his fingers into the edge of the examining table and felt tears roll down his face as the two doctors took tiny samples of skin and lumps from his shoulder and from under his right arm. The nurse returned to help Pratt get Red cleaned up and ready to leave.
"I'll be back in a minute Red, don't move." Red was left alone in the room, a lump in his throat, head and shoulder throbbing in pain. Pratt returned with a sleeveless flannel shirt. "It'll be easier to get this on than your T-shirt. You going back to work?"
"I had planned on it but I feel like I've been shot full of holes."
"You need to take it a little easy. If you go back to the gym, spend the day behind the desk, sitting. You deserve a break. And no lifting." Red looked up nervously. "For a couple of days." Pratt hugged him and kissed him on the forehead then helped him get the shirt on over his sore arm. The two men walked down the hallway toward the exit. Red was surprised to find Darrell waiting for him.
"You didn't have to come here."
"No, I didn't but I wanted to be here. Ron's covering for me at work. And you know how happy that will make him." The two men opened the door to leave as Tom Pratt held up his hand.
"And no acrobatic sex antics." The two men stared back blankly. "Oh for gosh sakes, keep it simple. Does everything have to involve a sling?" The two lovers laughed back. Dr. Pratt watched as the two men walked arm in arm across the parking lot.
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