G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, Part 22 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.
Eric handed Bob the key to the garage apartment. Bob and Dave had decided to stay over after a night of swimming and conversation. Bob held his clothes in front of him in an effort to hide his rigid dick. He averted his eyes from Eric's naked body and the famed monster dick of death flopping against the columnar thighs.
"Thanks Eric, we appreciate your hospitality and again everything you've done for Dave and me."
"You're welcome, now go have fun."
"Not sure I can compete with that beast you have, but I'll try." Eric smiled and nodded.
"It's not the size, it's the passion between the men. Big dicks are a dime a dozen, but a relationship has to be built on more than sex, oops, don't mean to lecture. Besides, you're both well built and well equipped men. Dave's not complaining right?"
"No."
"Then go and have a good time. Feel free to make yourself breakfast, the kitchen up there is fully stocked."
Bob walked back to the deck where Dave was waiting. He put his arm around the young man's waist and walked him to the door of the apartment. His hand cupped the firm hard butt now cool in the evening air. "Hmm, guess I need to warm that up." He unlocked the door, tossed his clothes on a chair and pulled Dave to him in a tight hug. He kissed the thick neck of the teenager as his hands kneaded the muscled back and butt. "Are you as worked up as I am?" Dave ground his hard thick cock against Bob's. "Guess so." Moonlight streamed through the apartment windows as the two men collapsed on the bed in a passionate embrace. Dave wrapped his legs around Bob's waist as the big man pinned his arms back on the bed. Their mouths crushed together as their tongues fought for control. Dave sucked Bob's tongue until Bob thought he was going to lose it.
"That's what my ass wants to do to your dick."
"Eventually." Bob licked and probed every inch of the young hard body. Dave held Bob's head against his nips as the man showed him again just how sensitive a man's nipples could be. Construction tools were not the only things Bob's hands were going at using. Bob never once sucked the big dick slapping against the young man's tight abs. He worked the balls until Dave cried for mercy, his tongue licked all the highly charged areas around the boy's legs and nuts, his hands kept the young nipples hard and erect, his beard brushed over each excited body part. He glanced at the alarm clock by the side of the bed. They had been going at it for over an hour. "You still want my dick up that hot ass?" Dave responded by pulling his legs up and back to expose his tight pink hole. "Oh, thank you, I forgot about this." Bob forced his tongue deep into Dave's butt and heard his young lover gasping for breath. "You like that?" Groans and whimpers. Bob kept pushing Dave's hand away from his own dick. He didn't want the young man getting off until he was read himself, and that couldn't be much longer. His nuts were screaming with the need for release just from being with this hot man.
Bob steadied Dave's legs on his shoulders and instructed the boy to guide his dick. Dave's fingers closed around the purple shaft and aimed it for his butthole. He let out a long breath and sigh of relief as the big dick pushed in. From this point on Bob listened to the breathing and moans of his young stud as he fucked the prime ass. He knew from the sounds and breathing the kid couldn't hold off much longer. He bent the long beefy legs back more and whispered directions in Dave's ear. The young man did as he was told and slowly jacked his own monster dick.
"Now Dave." Bob let his spunk fill the man's ass as the body beneath him convulsed in waves of orgasm. Dave's body shook a couple more times with the last streams of cum from his hot nuts. Bob straightened the young guy's legs and straddled over the cum covered man. He stroked his still hard dick a few times and sent another hot load splashing over the tight abs and round pecs.
"Twice?" Dave moaned as Bob lay on top of him. The gobs of cum worked into Bob's furry construction worker chest and Dave's toned teenage body. "I hope there are towels up here." Bob got up form the bed, pulled Dave to the bathroom with him and turned on the shower. He sensuously washed the mess from their bodies then fucked his young protege again. Bob just happened to remember to set the alarm clock as they collapsed into bed.
Tom listened on the phone intently as Red explained the latest complication with his mini-muscles as he had began referring to them. The lumps in his back had tested benign so far but needed to be removed to insure no further problems. A second mole just up from the previous one would also need to be removed to avoid threat of further melanoma. The tiny incisions on his back and shoulders would mean he would not be able to do much in the way of working out for six weeks at all.
Eric had given Dave and Bob the key to the garage apartment and now began tormenting Tom as he listened to Tom's end of the conversation. He nuzzled against the beefy body rubbing all of Tom's hot spots and especially picking on the sensitive nips and nipple rings. Tom tried unsuccessfully to push him away and not giggle uncontrollably into the phone. Eric slid down the front of Tom's body and hefty legs to his knees. Tom's eyes opened wide in fear as Eric began giving him the blowjob to end all blowjobs. Eric had Tom's cock and balls screaming for relief. Tom thought he had gotten a reprieve from the torture when Eric got up and walked around the kitchen. Instead, Eric returned with a small handful of cooking oil that he used to lube Tom's cock and his ass. He then turned around and began to slowly slide his ass down on Tom's throbbing cock. Tom fought to control his breath and not give Red the impression that he didn't care. After all, that was the furthest thing from the truth.
Tom leaned against the counter as Eric fucked him self on his lover's prick. He rocked back and forth on the slick tool pushing down on the swollen balls. He'd clench his ass tight on the boy's dick and watched Tom's toes curl in an effort to keep from cumming. Eric continued to fuck away as Tom tried to wrap up the conversation.
"Well Red, we'll have to put our heads together (slap across Eric's ass) tomorrow and figure out what to do for you during the time you won't be able to workout. I, what's that noise? What are they doing? This whole time you've been talking with me; they've been working your body? How rude? Darrell's trying to put his dick where? You've never stopped him before. It's in, eh? All the way? You're impaled on that beautiful piece of ebony meat and you're not even out of breath. I'm impressed. Ron's doing what? Trying to sit on your dick, gee, imagine that. Uh, Red, you there? OK, I'll talk with ya tomorrow, hugs."
Tom hung up the phone as Eric giggled and fucked on the big dick. Tom spun him around so he could brace himself on the counter, and then threw him a mean ass fucking. Eric's cock thumped against a cabinet as Tom picked up his rhythm. He held his lover by the small tight waist and watched his cock slide into the hard muscle butt. Since he had always preferred bottom he couldn't believe how hot he was for his dad's ass. He ran his hands over the wide, wide back and felt each tiny muscle move as he fucked the big man. Eric moved his arms to brace himself better. The triceps popped into deep cuts. Tom leaned over Eric's body and squeezed the huge arms. He couldn't begin to get his hands halfway around the massive upper arms.
"Fuck, Dad, you're hot!" Tom leaned back to slam Eric's ass a few more times. Eric moved his butt to accommodate Tom's pounding dick just as Tom reached the end. His moving caused Tom's cock to pop out and send streams of hot cum over Eric's back head and onto a kitchen cabinet.
"Damn, I actually heard that splat against the wood. Hey, that's hot on my head, stop it." Tom leaned over Eric's back and licked his spunk from his Dad's shaved head. "Oh, that's even hotter." He turned around to trap Tom in his pumped arms. "It's been a long time since you fucked my ass."
"You weren't exactly playing fairly while I was on the phone with Red trying to have a serious conversation. Cooking oil on my dick no less."
Eric chuckled. "I gather Darrell and Ron decided to play with Red while he was on the phone also? I hope everything is OK with those guys."
"Darrell won't admit it but I think he is pretty stressed out even though things keep moving forward positively. He loves Red more than he will admit. He and Ron both, very tight on some of the emotions but inside, this is eating them up."
"Well, we'll have to be sure to talk with them Friday night at the cookout. Let's get to bed." The two men made their way up the stairs, arms around each other's waists. They quietly brushed their teeth, climbed into bed and snuggled against each other. A simple kiss and they are both asleep.
Friday evening's cookout came around quickly enough and the weather cooperated with a warm sultry September evening. Since this was the last bash with the gang for Kyle and Mark before they left for California, all stops were pulled. Clothing and sex were optional. Guys were swimming in the nude or in trunks. A few wandered down to the playroom for a bit of fun. Most just partied in various states of dress. The catering crew was happily seeing to the guests needs while dressed in jocks and athletic shoes. After a few tugs, the jocks gave up holding back the many stiff dicks. Kyle and Mark were conservatively dressed in jocks themselves as they partied with all of their buddies. Despite the high testosterone level, the party never got into a full-fledged orgy. Tom and Eric steered clear of complete nudity themselves and remained dressed in tight spandex shorts, not that they left anything to the imagination.
Tom was busy straightening the bar area while the bartender went for more beer when he felt a hot hand on his ass. He casually turned to face Al and Jim beaming wickedly. "Hey guys didn't see ya cum in, nice to see ya." The two beefy cops squeezed Tom between them in a big hug. Both men were shirtless and sporting short cutoffs. Jim's big tool struggled to get free. "So, you guys here for the weekend? Did you get something to eat, how 'bout a drink?"
"Yeah, it's my ex's week with our son, so we're free and we worked our way through the food. Drove down with Bill and Steve, testosterone on wheels. And I used to think Al scared me when he drove. So how are you and Eric? You're fucking huge." Jim tweaked a ringed nipple while Al licked Tom's round delt.
"Tasty too."
"So you're staying here then? Good we'll get to visit. Uh, Jim, you're making my dick hard, stop it." Tom tugged downward on Jim's shorts to free the big dick. "Two can play at that game." Al walked behind Jim.
"Let me help." He unsnapped the tight jeans and tugged them down leaving Jim standing in just his workboots. You're out of uniform cop."
"OK, off to the dungeon with you." Jim twisted Al's arm behind his back and walked him toward the basement steps leading to the playroom. Tom chuckled to himself as the bartender came back with his arms loaded.
"Were they playing around or really getting rough?"
"Ummmmm, playing. We're talking Al's ass and Jim's dick, no lines no waiting."
"The dark haired guy's really hot. Do you think he'd fuck me?"
"Um, well, he's, no. All pig, all bottom, well maybe." Tom patted the guy's ample butt and walked off to find Eric. The crowd partied hard during the evening, moving from room to room and one semi-nude situation to another. Eric let the guys set their own tone but no one seemed to get out of hand or control. He and Tom avoided any hook-ups with guests and stayed safely dressed in their spandex. Several guys had tried to get them to strip but each would simply smile and decline. Both sported big bulges of hard cock that stayed in their shorts. An occasional surprise did pop up during the evening like when the bartender emerged from the playroom having been fucked by both Jim and Al. He resumed his post at the bar in only his sneakers, a smile and a semi-hard cock the rest of the night.
Many of the friends had brought Kyle and Mark going away gifts for their new home together in California. Everything seemed to be packed with condoms and lube. The opening of the gifts proved to be the high point of the evening with lots of sex jokes and tugging on dicks. The two young men weren't sure they could make use of all the condoms they received but offered to give it their best try. They were glad they were only going to California and not a foreign country where they might possibly have to explain all the sex toys.
Red watched the fun with Tom's arm draped around his shoulders and Darrell's around his waist. He still seemed to be having moments of uncertainty but was better at controlling his emotions. His next turn at surgery came on Monday when the doctors went to work to remove the cantankerous lumps from his shoulders. Tom idly played with one of Red's sensitive nipples until the muscle pup couldn't take anymore. He disappeared down the stairs to the playroom with Darrell and Ron as Kyle and Mark entertained the guests with more gifts. A few minutes later, one of the catering crew returned with a tray of empty glasses and a wide-eyed look. Tom asked him if he was all right.
"Oh yeah, sure but I'd be better if I were Red and in the sling getting fucked by those two black guys. Those are two of the biggest dicks I have ever seen. I mean the tall guy, with the shaved head and beard; he has this dick......look whom I'm telling this too. Talk about big dicks, geez. Damn, why don't I ever meet anyone like you?" He wandered off to the kitchen as Kyle strolled over with a box of condoms and lube.
"Can you and Eric maybe figure out a way of shipping all this stuff to us? We have the car packed and most of our stuff has already been shipped. Feel free to take whatever you want. We'll never use all this stuff, not unless we fuck ourselves into a frenzy."
"Well, you are moving to San Francisco."
Kyle rummaged through the box. "I think we have enough to last everyone in San Francisco a month."
"Hmm, is that everyone in San Fran lining up at your door....." Tom didn't get to finish his sentence with Kyle threatening to elbow him in the stomach. "Sure, we'll make sure everything gets to you. So, are you ready for the big move?"
"As ready as I guess I can be. Tomorrow morning's breakfast with mom and dad will be the test, you guys coming?"
"Yep. You're leaving right after breakfast?" Kyle nodded. Tom took the box from his arms and hugged his younger brother. "I'm gonna miss you, even though you were a pain in the ass growing up."
"I know I don't say it, but I really love you, and Eric. I'm going to miss you. The hardest part will be leaving all these guys. They're a great group."
"You'll make new friends, you'll see."
"I know, but....." He hugged Tom closer and rested his head on his shoulder. The brothers stood arm in arm for a long time before Mark came over to interrupt.
"We probably should be going. Need to get a good night's sleep to hit the road tomorrow. We're staying with my parents tonight, which should be a real send off. Will we see you tomorrow morning?" Tom said yes, as Mark draped his arm around Kyle. They made their way through the friends on the way out the door. Eric walked over to hug Tom.
Dave and Bob watched from across the room. Dave finished his Diet Coke and turned to hug Bob. "Let's go home, I want to play around. No, just us. I really love the feeling I get from these guys but right now I just want it to be the two of us." The two men pulled their jeans back on over their jocks and said goodnight to their hosts. Tom watched them work their way out the door.
"I feel like I'm watching us." Eric chuckled and kissed him on the side of the head. "Maybe you are."
Kyle and Mark were given a tearful send off by their parents the next morning. Though teary eyed, Kyle's parents talked about new opportunities and adventures ahead of the young men. Mark's parents weren't as accepting of the lifestyle in which their son lived and struggled with their moving to a gay mecca. But, by the time breakfast was finished they had loosened up somewhat and had agreed to attend a PFLAG meeting with Kyle's folks. What seemed to make more of an impression on them was Eric. He calmly and charmingly answered any and all questions and floored Mark's father, a prominent banker in town with his business success. The man knew of Eric but had never met him and never connected the successful businessman with being gay. Several myths bit the dust.
Eric and Tom walked the two eager pups to their overloaded car and gave them all the usual "be careful" sendoffs. The four men hugged and kissed. Tom stood with his arm around Eric and waved as Kyle and Mark drove away. Tom turned to look directly into his father's face.
"You and mom going to be OK?"
"Oh yeah, we have new insight since your grandmother's passing. We're proud of Kyle for striking out to experience life. And we're proud of you two for what you did today. I don't think you realize the difference you made in Mark's parents lives. A whole new vista opened up for them, thank you."
"Wow, and all I did was get a caffeine high. But now I feel sort of empty with Kyle gone." Eric rubbed Tom's short hair.
"You'll get to see him a week."
"You mean two weeks when we go out for the house stuff and Folsum."
"No, sorry, a week. I need you to go to California a week early to handle some business things for the new gym and a couple of other things. I have to be here to handle some stuff for the apartment building, well, and a few other projects. You OK with that? I don't think it will end up like the last time you and Red went shopping for gym equipment."
"No way. I don't necessarily want to be away from you but I'll do it." In a week, Tom was landing in LA with a week's worth of appointments in hand and luggage for an extended stay when he would meet Eric in San Francisco. He had spent the week before leaving consoling Red over the harvesting of the lumps surgery, as they called it. Everyone at the gym was on alert to keep Red under control not to lift and pop the stitches. Red was driving everyone crazy with his pent up energy from lack of being able to workout. The gym was spotless, shelves in the store were stocked and on more than one occasion, Dell chased him from his stockroom. Darrell and Ron were bearing the brunt of Red's nerves. The stitches didn't stop Red from dropping to his knees to suck off his lovers or bend over and beg for a hard ass-fucking. But after a week, the two beefy black men were looking a bit worn and ready to offer Tom money to take Red with him to LA.
"It's OK if you take him to some back-room bar and let the guys fuck him, really. Take him."
Tom listened to his two buddies plead about what to do with Red as he packed for his trip and then packed an extra suitcase that Eric would drag to San Francisco. "I am not being responsible for him. He's your lover. If you want to pimp him out, it's your responsibility. I'd think you be happy about all this sexual energy."
Ron rubbed his ample basket. "My cock is happy, my body is saying it needs rest. Take him with you."
Tom snapped the latches on his suitcase. "No.!"
Tom arrived in sunny Los Angeles Sunday afternoon after a night of being fucked silly by Eric. He took a deep breath as he walked to baggage claim with his carry-on luggage. His snug jeans clung to his happy crotch and showed off his sore ass. Eric wanted him to know what he was going to be missing that week. Tom felt like the monster cock was still assaulting his butt as he waited for his luggage to hit the claim area. He had just picked up his overstuffed bag when a deep voice startled him from behind.
"You Tom Bell?" Tom turned to look into a dark-eyed, bearded stud just slightly taller than he.
"I'm Nick, Nick Woods. Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Eric had arranged for me to meet you here and take you to your hotel."
"Oh, OK. Marsh just told me someone would meet me at the departure pickup. I don't think I've heard of this hotel, a B and B actually." He shook hands with the big man and noticed the muscles pop in his snug pullover.
"Doesn't surprise me. I run the bed and breakfast and am an old friend of Eric's. We talked a couple of weeks ago when he was out here. Let me help you with that stuff." Nick took the suitcase like it was an empty box. He led Tom through the busy airport to a waiting Lincoln Towne Car. In a few minutes, they were weaving their way through LA's famous traffic making Tom glad he hadn't rented a car. Nick was no stranger to lifting and Tom couldn't help but wonder why Eric never mentioned him. "You seem a bit confused?"
"No, not really but Eric has never mentioned you or your b and b."
"Well, we sorta lost contact after David's death. David was my cousin. I moved out here right before it happened and well, you know, 2,500 miles can make a big difference. Anyway, Eric looked me up when he was here and told me all about turning your current home into a b and b. So, he asked if I could help with connections and with some connections for the second gym you guys are opening. He's sent me all kind of info on the gym. I'm impressed. And he sent me all the stuff on your competition, or rather the one you and your buddy won. He's very proud of you. Never stopped talking about you. But what he said didn't do you justice. You're fucking huge man, and one hot-looking stud." Tom felt his face redden as the big man smiled and chatted warmly. They pulled into the drive of a large southern California style house. Nick carried Tom's bags in and helped him get settled. Tom took a few minutes to organize his stuff and partially unpack. He picked up the phone and called home. The familiar voice sent waves of lust and longing through his body. He teased Eric for not telling him about Nick but knew Eric was enjoying his little joke. The lovers chatted for a few more minutes before Tom hung up and got up off the bed. He decided to take advantage of the warm weather and change. No sooner had he stripped off his shirt than Nick poked his head in the open door.
"You're welcome to, holy shit, BEEF! Uh, join me in the pool for a swim. The other guests are out doing heaven knows what they do in LA."
Tom looked at his bags for a moment. "You know? I don't think I packed a swimsuit but I suppose I can wear a pair of workout shorts."
"Sure, or clothing is optional here. Since we are at the top of this hill with no one overlooking us, swim nude. I won't mind. Would you like a drink?"
"Workout shorts it is. Diet Coke if you have it. Haven't had much to eat and alcohol is probably not a good idea." Tom stripped off his jeans and dug out a pair of spandex shorts. He was hardly into them when Nick returned carrying drinks and wearing a tiny black Speedo. Tom appraised the beefy man. While not as cut as Eric he was a big man with tons of muscle and a formidable bulge in the Speedos. He followed him out to the pool and instantly felt the warmth of the sun flood over his body. Nick handed him a towel for the deck chair, put down the drinks and flopped into the crystal clear pool. Tom slowly walked in from the steps, feeling the warm water creep up his muscular legs. He took a small dive under water and came up next to Nick.
"You'd fit right in at Venice, lots of beef and sort of mysterious."
"Why mysterious?"
"You're big, thick, good-looking, but you don't have the arrogance or attitude a lot of the big lifters have. I like that." The two men floated on rafts in the pool for a long while, chatted and relaxed. Tom felt instantly at ease with the big man and his generous nature. It felt like they had known each other for years. "Come on, our drinks are getting warm. Nick slipped into the water and tipped Tom's raft dunking him under the surface. Before Tom could react, Nick was out of the pool, standing naked at the side sipping his beer. He flopped into a shaded deck chair and smiled. Tom pulled himself over the edge. "Um, those wet shorts don't hide a thing you know?" Tom peeled off the wet spandex.
"This what you wanted to see?" He walked over and sat in a chair next to Nick. "Speechless?"
Nick could only stumble over words as Tom laughed. "Really. Eric's description didn't do you justice. And I don't think he loves you for just your body, that's hard to believe, especially here. Wow, no WOOF!"
"So where do you want to go to dinner, my treat? We can talk about this company with the gym equipment. Pick a place. But something sort of casual, I don't want to get dressed up."
"Oh believe me. Shorts and tank tops. I want to see the crowd reaction." Nick took a big sip of his second beer as he sat back letting his leg brush against Tom's.
To be continued, comments - suggestions? Lennoxbear@aol.com