G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 19 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.
Richard found Red studying the staff schedule in his office. The beefy bodybuilder was shirtless after a workout. The bandage where they had taken blood was still on his arm and he was idly fingering it.
"I'm about to leave, you have a good night. Someone call off?"
Red took a deep breath. "No, I'm trying to figure out if we have coverage for when I have to do all of these medical appointments. Don't want to impose on anyone too much."
"What? Red, this is your health. There isn't anyone on staff who wouldn't go out of their way to cover for you while you go to the doctor's. You have to do this don't even think about it. Schedule what you need to do and we'll manage." Red looked up at the handsome older man. "You forget what I was before retiring."
Red raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Oh yeah. OK, guess maybe it's just avoidance on my part." He got up and walked to the window in his office overlooking the gym equipment. Richard crossed over and slipped his arm over the broad shoulders.
"Everything will be all right, but you have to do all the things Tom Pratt asks you to do. We'll get by here, really. Tom's back and can help too. We want you to be healthy, don't worry about the gym." The two men hug and Richard walks toward the door. "You going to the funeral in the morning?" Red nodded yes.
"I'll be in for a little while after that."
"OK, we'll see ya tomorrow. Dell's waiting. We're all going to invade Dan's restaurant for dinner. Probably be there late. Why don't you stop by after you close?" Red just smiled and waved him out the door. He continued to watch people workout and idly rolled his nipple between his fingers. Only an hour till the gym closed but it felt like it would be an eternity.
"Richard's right you know?" Red turned to find Tom standing in the doorway dressed in jeans and a pullover. He had worked out with all their buddies as always and was fresh from showering and horseplay in the showers. "Your focus is your health and not this gym. I'm home and can do whatever needs to be done. You need to get through all this testing stuff for Pratt." Red walked toward his giant friend.
"I'm scared." Tom enfolded the shorter muscle pup in his arms and kissed the top of his head.
"I know and we're all pulling and praying for you in our own ways." The two friends stood locked in an embrace in the doorway of Red's office. Bill stopped halfway up the steps, then turned and walked back to the lobby. Several of the group was waiting to leave for Dan's Place.
"Let's go guys. Tom will be along as soon as he can. He's talking with Red and I think Red is closing the gym tonight. I'm hungry, food, I need food." The friends jostle each other as they head to their vehicles.
Eric sat alone at a corner table in the small caf^Â on Commercial. The restaurant staff, a gaggle of gay men, recognized him and showered him with service, wondering where the other huge muscle man that usually dined with him might be. He smiled warmly and fended off the numerous advances, left a generous tip and slipped into the crowd walking the narrow Provincetown street. Fog had rolled in and created a movie-like scene on the eclectic thoroughfare. The shop lights created a hypnotic glow that pulled him into the crowd. His watch said 11:00 PM. He stood on a street corner then headed to the A-house for a drink.
The crowded second floor bar is a sea of hot men in town for the summer weekend. He got a beer from the hot shirtless bartender who cruised him shamelessly. Several shirtless men saunter by to get his eye but he only smiles and pretends not to really notice. A stool against the street window opened and Eric settled in, stretching his long thick muscular legs in the tight black jeans. It's the beginning of another festival in the popular gay resort and men are winding up to a party high. He watches as two nicely built men, both shirtless, kiss and rub their bare chests together. The two men are totally engrossed in their lustful dance as baskets begin to bulge and intensity increases.
"Nice floorshow, eh?" A deep masculine voice next to him leaned in close.
"Great bodies. They seem to be really into each other." Eric felt the man lean closer as he looked to see who was speaking to him. An attractive 40ish man with chiseled good looks and a gym toned body smiled back.
"You could give them a real show if you took off your shirt. How big is that chest and, wow, those arms?"
Eric hesitated not sure if the man was truly asking or just making idle bar chatter. The man raised his eyebrows and pointed at Eric's chest again. "Haven't measured the chest for awhile, it's around 60 and the arms, last measured were 25."
"WOOF! Jesus, roids?"
Eric calmly looked at the handsome face. "No, hard, hard work and genetics." The man didn't seem to respond but only leaned closer his arm brushing against the thick thigh.
"Big party week coming up here, last big fling of the season. You here for the week? I'm off to another circuit after this." Eric moved to lean on the edge of the stool in an effort to realign himself away from the man.
"I leave in the morning, so my vacation is ending. Guess I'll miss all the boys."
"Too bad, this place will be overflowing with partiers. Bet with your body, you'd be king." The guy rubbed his chest against Eric's triceps. Eric felt the hard muscle push back and an obviously stiff prick pushed against his thigh. A hot hand moved over Eric's massive chest. He could feel the heat through his cotton T-shirt as it moved across his nipples and down to his waist. "Man you are one huge fucker. Who pays for all of this?"
Eric laughed as the hand found its target. "I do, don't you work for it?" The man snorted back then continued his search. The hot hand closed over Eric's prize basket.
"Yeah, I work for it. Fuck, whadya have in there? But I don't have to work hard for it if you know what I mean."
Eric lets the hot hand massage his thick prick. "You will tonight."
Darrell stopped Tom on the way out of the restaurant. "Thanks for bringing Red over tonight. He doesn't seem to be on our wavelength right now. I'm not sure how to get through."
Tom looked at the handsome black face and deeply concerned eyes. "He's scared. I don't know how much of that he's admitted to you. And, he's afraid he's going to lose you guys during all of this if he's really sick."
"What? That's not going to happen."
"I know that but you need to convince him. He has a lot on his mind, especially after the day he had today. You and Ron, go talk with him. Good night, buddy, see ya in the morning at the funeral." Tom kissed Darrell lightly on the lips and ran his hand over the thick tight chest. "He wants to feels this against him in support, not just sex." Tom simply smiled then turned to leave with Jack and Marsh.
Darrell walked over to where Red was chatting with Dave and Bob. He quietly slipped his arms around the short thick bodybuilder and carefully hugged him. Red felt a soft kiss on the back of his head and the warm breath of his lover on his skin as the big man tightened the hug. Dave finished with an invitation to Tom's house tomorrow after the funeral as Bob lightly touched his arm to get him to go. The two men turned as they walk toward the door to see Darrell, Ron and Red locked in an embrace, Red's eyes closed his body trembling.
Vic carefully hung his gun over the chair in the corner of the bedroom and straightened his uniform in the closet. The thick beefy cop was particular about his uniforms and went out of the way to keep them neat and clean. He pulled off the snug t-shirt he had worn to dinner that night and tossed it into the hamper. His jeans were hung on a hook in the closet. His aim for the hamper with his socks was off as they fell to the floor. As he bent to pick them up he felt a dull blunt object at his butt.
"Hmm, someone is either playing with my gun, or they are happy to see me." Large callused hands closed around the cut obliques as the probing moved up his ass. "Wow, maybe a little lube. I'm still a bit sore from that fuck you gave me this afternoon."
"Huh, is my cop pig lover getting a little soft. Can't handle rough sex?" The hands came up to twist Vic's ample swollen nipples. Vic was pulled backwards by his tits forcing the blunt object deeper into his guts. Pain shot through his body straight to his dick.
"Joe, ungh, did you get, jeez fuck, an extension on that thing. Oh man, holy shit it seems bigger than ever."
Joe stopped to ponder his prick now buried deep in his cop lover's muscle butt. "Nope, same ol' cock, new angle." He pulled out slightly then rammed his rigid dick back in to the base. Vic fell forward into the closet. "Oops. Sorry." He knelt to help Vic up, placed his shoulder against the tight fur-covered abs and hoisted the man over his shoulder. Vic found himself on his back, legs in the air on the bed. Joe dropped down onto the big man and hit home with a deep passionate kiss. Vic struggled to get a grip on the big dick sliding against his butthole and guided it back into its nest. "I know what it is. Every time we get the whole group together the testosterone high makes someone really horny. That and the new supplement stack Tom Pratt recommended.
Vic eyes shot open. "Pratt stack? Oh no. And we're going to be living in the middle of all that testosterone in a few months. I'm not sure my ass can handle that."
"Worried?" Joe pinned back the big cop's arms as Vic held his knees. Vic's breathing intensified as Joe began pummeling his butt.
"What if I can't keep you satisfied?" Vic felt his chest muscles bouncing with the force of the ass fucking. Joe kissed his face and lips.
"I don't think we have anything to worry about big boy, you push all my buttons." He pulled Vic's arms higher so the cop could get a grip on the headboard, then he pushed the huge muscular legs further back, braced his legs out straight and slammed the hard butt for what seemed like an eternity. Vic fought to maintain control and not shoot his load. His struggling made him clench his butt on Joe's pounding cock. Vic's tightening his ass only made Joe pound harder. Sweat dripped from Joe onto Vic's broad hairy chest and pooled in the deep cleft between the mountainous pecs.
"OH FUCK, Joe I can't......hold, shit, ungh, gotta let go." Vic's whole body jerked as his nuts let loose with a thick ribbon of non-stop cum that mingles with Joe's sweat between the big pecs. The intense climax only clenched the butt more. Joe pushed back one more time on Vic's legs and filled his ass with hot manjuice. Joe's ejaculations lasted a long time and he was sure the force sent spunk deep into his cop lover's hot body. He pushed his dick deep inside the hot hole as the last of his cum oozed from Vic's ass. "Leg cramp! Leg cramp! Leg cramp!" Joe slowly pulled away from Vic as his dick made a loud slurping sound and the hot hole clenched to keep a grip on the invading monster. Vic straightened and shook his tired legs and looked up at Joe's eyes and smiling face. "What?"
"You're a mess, all covered with sweat and cum. And look my little buddy is still hard." Joe batted at Vic's still erect dick.
"Don't do that. Leg cramp."
"What? This?" Joe stroked Vic's throbbing dick and sent another jolt of sexual current through his lover. Vic's second load shot up and landed with the other mess in the valley of pecs and abs. Vic lay on the bed panting.
He looked over at Joe as the big man flopped down on the bed next to him. "If this is the way it is going to be when we are living in the middle of all of our buddies, then I do have some concerns."
"What? Can't keep up with me."
"Noooooooooo. My ass can take your hard prick anytime. Towels. Sheets. We'll need more. Please get me a towel by the way."
Joe got up slowly and smugly turned toward Vic. "Anytime, eh?" He returned with a towel draped over his stiff dick. Vic could only make small gurgling noises as Joe wiped the thick cum from his chest.
Tom checked his reflection in the bathroom mirror as he brushed his teeth before bed. It had been a long time since he wasn't shaven. He had gotten used to always being smooth and hairless but the soft covering of fur over his chest, forearms and legs turned him on. The beard and flattop with the masses of muscle gave him a big rough musclebear look that he was enjoying. He quickly finished brushing when he heard the sound of Mike coming up the stairs.
"How's Doug?" The handsome personal trainer stopped outside the bathroom and leaned against the wall.
"Good. The tests all indicate that they can reduce the clotting around his spine and there won't be any problem. They started procedures today. He's pretty tired."
"You look pretty tired yourself. Sorry you missed dinner tonight with the guys. They all send their best."
"Thanks. I am really beat. Funny thing though, I'm getting rather used to hospital cafeteria food and Dell has been a sweetheart packing lunches for me. I just want Doug home to recover and be with him again."
"Well, maybe it'll be soon now. I know it's been a long time."
Mike sighed and shook his head slowly. "I never thought I could miss anyone this much. Hug?" Tom hesitated. Tom it's not like I haven't seen you naked, well, at least not this furry."
"Oh, I'm not naked." He let the bathroom door open to show Mike he was in his underwear with a rather large protuberance showing.
"Hmmm, you are truly blessed, both you and Eric. Well, Doug's no slouch either. Little man, HUGE dick. I want a hug anyway." Tom stepped into the hall and wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller man. "I know that it's probably bad timing, but since Eric's away, and it's been weeks since I've had the feeling of another man in bed with me, well, can I sleep with you tonight. No sex. I just feel like I need someone to hold onto."
Tom took a deep breath. "Sure. I was not looking forward to being alone tonight myself. I'm going to bed, come in when you're ready." Mike went to brush his teeth and get undressed. Tom walked back into his bedroom and thought several minutes before chucking his underwear and climbing naked into bed. Mike found him looking over papers in bed.
"Letter?" He walked across the room, in his underwear and climbed into the opposite side of the bed.
"No. I asked Marsh and Jack to arrange for food here tomorrow after Mrs. Glover's funeral. They handled everything. I have to stop by the hospital to see my grandmother but everyone can come here from the cemetery."
"That's nice of you. Sorry about your grandmother."
"Thanks, she's holding on but it's time. All things change with time. Let's get some sleep." Tom turned off the light and spooned agsint Mike.
"Uh, Tom, it's not that I don't enjoy it, but does that thing ever relax?"
"It misses Eric."
"Oh. Hmmphhh." Mike reached back and pulled Tom's hard cock between his thighs as the two men drifted off to sleep.
Kyle hugged his mother goodnight in the hospital room. He looked at his father and over at his grandmother resting in her hospital bed. "I know this wasn't the best timing to announce my move to San Francisco but....."
"Oh honey, it's time. We always knew this day would come when one of our boys would leave town. It happens. Things'll be fine. With this email thing we can keep in touch all the time. And, since your father and I will be selling the house and moving into the apartment thing to work for Eric, well, we'll have a budget for airfare to come and see you often." His father stood behind them waving his hands and mouthing, no we won't. "As long as you and Mark love each other, everything will work out."
"Thanks mom."
"You and Tom have done so much for us, but you need to lead your own lives. It'll be exciting. San Francisco is a wonderful city. But it can be cold and drizzly, so dress warmly dear."
"Yes, mom. I'm going to take off. I'll call you in the morning before I go to the funeral for Mrs. Glover."
He walked from the room as his father followed him to the elevator. "You know, your grandmother lead a pretty interesting life and kept journals that you and Eric ought to read someday. She also knew this day was coming so she had set up a trust fund for you."
"I didn't know that."
"Well, she swore us to secrecy. It'll be coming time for you to get that fund in a couple of months. We need to make arrangements before you leave. Kyle, do you truly love Mark?"
"Yes dad and he loves me."
"And so do we, that's what's important. But if something happens, you can always come home."
"Thanks, dad." The two men hug tightly as the elevator door opened.
Tom woke to the sound of the shower running. He looked through the door and saw the classically muscled body of Mike in the large glass block and glass shower. He watched the beautifully shaped arms as they shampooed the tight blond hair into sudsy deluge. God, he had to pee. Tom carefully walked into the bathroom to keep from disturbing Mike knowing that the man would not have a good view of him behind the glass block as he peed. Relieving himself didn't relieve the morning hard. He stared at the large monster bouncing menacingly in front of him and thought about Eric.
"You going to put that to use or just stare at it, granted it is beautiful?" Mike stood a couple of feet away covered in soap.
"Sorry, I had to go and it misses Eric."
"And I miss Doug." Mike took a step closer and pulled Tom into the shower. He soaped the massive chest, sudsing all the new soft fur down to the now even more rigid dick. "You can say no, but I really want you to fuck me. I know it's probably not a good idea but I miss Doug and haven't had decent sex in three weeks, more. Please Tom." Mike kissed the tall somewhat bewildered man and ran soap over the broad back and rock hard ass. He started to protest when Mike's soapy hands slid over his cock. Mike turned to face the shower spray and bent forward to offer his butt to Tom. Water and soap cascaded over the beautifully shaped lean back and butt. He put his hands on the tight waist and pushed. Mike let out a long slow breath and pushed back until Tom's long dick was buried completely. The two men fucked under the water and soap. Tom felt his big low hangers pull up as he pulled back and let thick ropes of cum wash over the hot butt. Mike's hand worked furiously over his own dick. He let out a loud scream and covered the shower wall with white-hot spunk.
"Good grief Mike, it has been a long time."
Mike leaned back against Tom then pulled him back under the spray and finished washing their muscles. The two men quietly toweled dry. "I'm sorry Tom, but being with you last night made me painfully horny. I remembered the story of how you and Eric first had sex in the shower and couldn't resist."
"I'm not upset. I didn't say no did I?"
"It isn't going to be a problem with Eric is it? I can't be dishonest with Doug. You're the first man beside Doug with whom I have had sex since we met. That's pretty much the reverse for me."
"No problem, Eric doesn't mind. He would mind if I went out and had sex with hordes of unknown men, but I don't need to do that. Believe me, we keep each other satisfied." He kissed Mike. "How about some coffee and breakfast before you run off to the gym. Are you going to make it to the funeral?"
"Don't know, I've been juggling my training clients with Doug in the hospital and need to work with a couple of people this morning. Sorry to have gotten you up so early, uh, no pun intended, no, actually I did enjoy that."
Tom's face went red. "Truth is, Eric and I are up early every morning. He fucks the hell out of me before we go to work. Gets my heart started real good." Mike stood quietly with his hands out to the sides as the crotch of his workout shorts pushed out.
"Don't say anymore, I have to go to work and I'll have a hardon all day thinking about you two, shit." Mike pulled on a large over sized T-shirt to cover his bulging crotch. Tom walked by in gym shorts and groped the obscene bulge as he headed to the kitchen. "Oh, thanks a lot." Mike followed Tom to the kitchen and helped whip up a high protein breakfast as Tom made coffee.
They heard voices coming from the deck out back and looked out to see Bill and Steve, who were staying in the garage apartment, lounging in the hot tub with their coffee. Tom and Mike walked out with their breakfast and coffee. Bill turned to hang over the side of the tub.
"Good morning boys. I must say you two are looking chipper. Tom, mm-mm, the furry look does you justice, WOOF. And Mikey, that t-shirt isn't going to hide that you're a morning person."
Steve took a long sip from his coffee. "Especially since we heard that loud scream about 15 minutes ago, have fun?" Mike looked terrified. "Bill didn't really hear much of it, he was underwater at the time." Tom sat and dangled his feet in the tub as he ate. Mike ate quickly with a red face the whole time. He took his plate and cup into the kitchen then came back to say goodbye before leaving for work. Steve hung over the tub's edge and groped Mike's dick. "We're teasing buddy."
Mike bounced his head form side to side. "I know.....I ....just .....didn't realize....I was that loud." Tom kept eating.
"It's the tile and glass in the bathroom, it seems to magnify things." The three men look at him questioningly. "Uh, we think so anyway."
"Well, gotta run to the Pound, have clients, must train. I hope to get to the funeral, if not I'll see you guys this afternoon or evening, have to visit Doug too." Mike grabbed his bag and headed to his car.
Tom got up to get the coffee pot from a table at the door. When he turned around Steve was standing up in the tub holding out his cup, hardon swinging in the morning sun. Tom poured them both coffee and sat back on the tub's edge. Bill came over to run his hand up the thick diamond shaped calf and up to the inside of Tom's right thigh. Try as he did, Tom's dick appeared under the edge of his shorts.
Bill smiled evilly. "You devil you, coming back for more?"
Mrs. Glover's funeral was a simple yet well attended affair. She had made many friends over the years that came to pay their respects. The small chapel was quite crowded. She had also left explicit instructions on how she wanted her funeral to be conducted, and while not on the scale of Imitation of Life, it was quite elegant. The few family members she did have were in attendance but most of them avoided Dave. The only ones who spoke with him were those who had remained her true family until the end. She was a shrewd businesswoman despite her modest life and remembered those supportive family members in her will. The will wasn't to be read until Monday but word was out and the relatives who felt they were more deserving glared at Dave. Tom rose to the occasion and cordially invited them all to his home after the funeral for a reception. Those who were close to her came. Those who felt shafted didn't.
The caterers were finished with all the clean up by 6:00 PM when the last guest left. Mike had left to go back to the hospital and visit Doug. Kyle and Mark were off to plan their big San Francisco adventure and visit Tom and Kyle's grandmother. The gang had agreed to dinner at Dan's restaurant and was all leaving to change and relax. Tom flopped down on the sofa in the den and relaxed. Marsh and Jack paid the caterers and saw them off. They joined Bill and Steve in cornering Tom in the den.
Tom had kicked off his shoes and was stretched out on the sofa, shirt unbuttoned and pecs exposed. Bill walked over, reached under the shirt and tweaked a nipple. Tom quietly moaned.
"I'm bushed. This has been a long day."
Marsh poured everyone a drink. "Yes it has. Are you going to join the rest of us for dinner?"
Tom with his arm over his eyes shrugged. "I don't know, I may just stay in and relax." The four men looked at their buddy prone on the sofa.
Bill sat in the overstuffed chair closest to Tom. "OK, but first, what exactly happened between you and Eric?"
To be continued, comments-suggestions? lennoxbear@aol.com