Feelings of Security

G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 25

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.

Vic sprawled on the bed and grunted happily. Joe's thick fat cock was buried deep in his throat as Jim and Al took turns plowing his willing butt. Vic was still wearing his uniform shirt and boots. A quick phone call had confirmed that Red had indeed been taken to the hospital but was now conscious and complaining about being horny. Tom Pratt's description to Vic on the details had given him an obvious hardon in his uniform, one, which his three buddies couldn't let pass. Joe had slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he chatted with Dr. Pratt. Jim and Al undid the big cop's pants and soon had his dick leaking for release. Al swallowed Vic's ample dick as Jim got on his knees to spread the cop's beefy butt and jam his tongue in deeply.

Tom Pratt picked up that something sexual was happening on the other end and kept Vic on the line. He embellished Red's story with a few sexual ideas of his own as he fought back laughing. He ignored Vic's obvious moves to end the conversation by augmenting with sexy stories.

"So, Vic, how long before you tell me to shut up and go let Joe fuck you simple?"

"I was trying to be courteous Doc. Jim and Al are also here."

"You have three guys playing with that hot, muscular body and you're on the phone with me?"

"Good point, bye." Vic hung up the phone and pulled Joe's hot mouth to his. He felt Jim and Al lift each of his legs and pull off a boot, then remove his pants. He stumbled backwards as the three men carried him to the bedroom. He had slipped his boots back on knowing how hot it made Joe. Joe fed him his stiff prick while Al rutted the beefy furry butt. For a moment Vic thought Al had stopped then realized Jim was getting into position to fuck his lover at the same time. Jim's fucking Al, slammed Al's dick deeper into Vic's willing butt and further down on the stiff prick in his throat. The three buddies continued to work over the pig cop until Jim began to whine.

"Uh, it's time. He ain't gonna hold out much longer." Al pushed Vic's shirt up as Joe pulled it off the flexing arms. The sleeves clung to the freaky biceps as Al pulled out and shot a load across the wide back. Jim emptied his cock deep into his lover as Al groaned loudly. Joe finally got Vic's shirt off of his arms and pulled his dick free from the sucking mouth.

"You want to show these boys how well you ride my meat, pig?"

"Yessir."

"Assume the position." Vic spread on his knees and elbows as Joe teased the stretched hole with his long fat cock. He reached to the headboard and pulled down a leather harness to slip over Vic's taunt upper body. Harness in place, he plowed and road the cop ass like a cowboy fucking a broncing buck. Vic's purple cock and balls slammed off the aching abs as he grimaced to keep from cumming. Joe pulled back on the harness and filled Vic's hot ass to overflowing. "You got a load for your Dad?"

"Unh, unh, yes, sir, please." Joe slapped the red ass and Vic shot to his feet. He stood like a proud muscle statue in boots and sprayed hot white spunk over Joe's furry flexed pecs. He leaned against Joe as the last of his cum oozed from the still rigid dick. Joe rubbed Al's dripping load into Vic's marble like ass and nuzzled the panting abs.

"Weren't we supposed to be thinking about dinner?" Jim and Al smiled evilly as Jim licked his own cum from Al's back.

"This was a good appetizer, but we haven't reached the real main course." Vic hopped to the floor and hit a front double biceps pose, followed by a back lat spread. We'll hit the truck stop for some real man food then cum back here and you boys can fuck me all night. Pull your jeans back on pigs, no showering, and no underwear. I want to see naked chest under those jackets and big dicks waiting for more action."

Jim pulled his jeans back on and slipped into his motorcycle jacket. "This look good." Vic unzipped Jim's pants and pushed his fat cock into his pant leg. "Damn, that'll only make me horny and hard, oh, never mind. Do you boys go trolling for truckers or something?"

Joe pulled out his tightest most beat up pair of jeans and crammed his muscular legs and dick into the two sizes too small denim. "No, it just gets us hot for each other but with you boys living close by soon, well, having three real cops in uniforms to play with will make my nights."

Al joined the group in the look. "Only thing, I expect equal bottom time." He slipped his hand down the back of Vic's black jeans and shoved a finger in the still cum-wet asshole. "Shit, I don't know if I can make it through a long dinner. Eat fast boys."

Eric dried off his tired freaky huge body. Tom's being out of town had sent him into two a day major workouts. Even he was amazed at the pump he was getting and posed in front of the full-length bedroom mirror. He moved through poses as his dick grew in length and size. Despite the load he had shot off a few minutes ago, his nuts ached for his boy. The phone ringing brought him back to reality. He sauntered over to the phone. His massive quads tossed his stiff prick and orange-sized nuts from side to side. "Hello."

"Evening Dad." Eric let out a slow sigh and sprawled across the bed. His dick responded just knowing Tom was on the other end of the phone.

"Oh man buddy, I really miss you. I had the strangest solo sex a little while ago, like you were here. My tits were aching for you and, well, I used your favourite toy." He gave Tom the intimate details of his jackoff session. Tom listened on the other end and slowly stroked his dick into a full erection.

"How long ago was this? About an hour?"

"Yeah, why?" Eric felt his nipples growing and his nuts swelling with cream, his whole body began to tingle with the need for sex.

"Well, and don't be mad, but I had sex with Nick."

"He fucked you?"

"No, sir, I fucked him. I'm sorry, please don't be angry."

"I'm not angry Tom. Even after our conversation about our relationship. On the contrary, I'm hot. Do you have a speaker phone there?"

"Yes sir."

"Go get Nick."

Sonny watched the waiter's prime butt maneuver between the crowded tables in the restaurant. The attractive young man smiled as he waited on his customers. The tight round pecs stretched the bright material of his white shirt. As he wandered back past their table, he stopped to offer more iced tea. Sonny was busy answering Marsh's question and didn't notice the waiter checking out his basket. He thanked the waiter and stirred in another packet of the blue stuff.

Marsh cleared his throat. "I know we need more crew at the construction site but I don't think the waiter could lay brick, you on the other hand, well......"

"You don't think he's attractive? He's really young but give him a couple more years and some good direction in the gym, woo."

Jack rolled his eyes and laughed. "I agree, however, if this construction project is to come in on time, we have to land a few more men. Any suggestions?"

Sonny swung his knees apart to keep his dick from cramping in the tight denim. "No clue. I have a call into all the usual connections and unions. But with the job market the way it is, good men are hard to find. And you know Eric; he wants to find gay men to work preferably. I'm just not finding many butch available gay men right now.

"To hire or date?"

Sonny's shoulders sank. "Either. Ever since Art and I broke up, I just can't connect on a relationship level. Finding an ass to fuck ain't the problem, anyway, where do we hire more construction crew?"

Marsh nodded as the waiter approached them again and walked by to help a table in the corner. "Don't know either. I'll put all the usual calls out again in the morning. I tried calling Eric, but there was no answer. Thought he might have a few ideas. Don't look now but the waiter and the guy at that table are quite interested in Sonny here." Sonny blushed.

Jack studied the two men. "Good looking man, big, muscular. Think he needs a job in construction?"

Marsh emptied his beer. "Nope, I bet he just wants to be jack-hammered."

Sonny looked away from the corner table. "Stop it. What about Bill and Steve? Do you think they know anyone looking to make some money from Chicago? Or Bob, doesn't he work construction?"

"You're avoiding the subject. I'll call Bill and Steve tonight. And Bob does work construction, but the company he works for is building the office building for Eric on the other side of town. They're running full tilt."

Sonny gathered his papers, stood up and stretched. His ample basket prominently stuck out in front. "Well, I'll try to think of a few places to try for men, to work that is, god you're bad." He kissed both men as he left.

Jack folded his napkin. "OK, I'm full and horny. Let's go home and fuck."

"You're such a sweet talker." They paid the bill and as they stood at the register, they watched the big guy from the corner get up and leave. He walked in the same direction as Sonny. "Hmm, do you think Sonny is being followed?"

"Nah, he was heading into the store. I don't think that guy could have seen that from the corner table. No luck for Sonny tonight."

"Too bad, they would make a hot couple. And I really think that's what Sonny really wants, to be in a relationship. Bored like us."

"I'll bore you."

"I'm counting on it."

Sonny ducked into the grocery store to grab a few items and wandered down the aisles trying to remember what all he needed to buy. The small basket was almost full when he walked around the corner to get eggs and came face to face with the man from the corner table. Sonny was almost a full head taller and looked down at a broad expanse of chest muscle. "Sorry, didn't see ya, didn't mean to run you over."

"S'ok, my pleasure. I'm usually so focused on shopping I run over little old ladies myself all the time. Uh, not that you're a little old lady."

Sonny smiled and laughed. "I understand."

"You were in the restaurant down the street having dinner with friends a few minutes ago weren't you?"

"Yeah, you were at the corner table. Chatting a lot with the waiter."

"Oh yeah, him. That's my brother."

"Brother? Really?" Sonny looked at the muscular beefy reddish-blond man standing in front of him and thought about the dark-haired lean athletic waiter.

"Yeah, I know, we don't look anything alike, but we are brothers. Name's Tim."

"Sonny." He shook the younger man's hand in a firm grip. "So, what were you and your brother discussing?"

Tim's face went deep red as fumbled for an item in the frozen foods. "Well. To be honest, and I'm hoping you are who I think you are, we were talking about your, um, size." Sonny looked at his thick arms and legs. "Um, we didn't necessarily mean your incredible body." He glanced at the prominent basket in the well-worn jeans.

Sonny looked deeply into the bright green eyes. "Look, you want to skip the frozen food and go have coffee some place, and talk?"

"Yeah, great. I know a great place a couple of blocks from here. Do you mind walking?"

"No, not at all." Sonny followed the beefy man out of the store, around the corner and down the street. They waked about a block as Sony looked around. "I don't remember a coffee place back this way."

"Well, it's not really a coffee shop, it's my place. I'm a great cook actually, make a mean cup of coffee, you don't mind do you?"

"No, I live about a block over that way. Funny I haven't seen you before."

"Just moved here. I was working construction in Pittsburgh, got home sick. I'm a chef now but haven't landed a decent job; construction was paying too well. So, now I need to motivate myself to get back to cooking. But I'll miss my calluses." Sonny watched the beefy butt move up the stairs in front of him and swallowed hard. "Don't mind the place, it's minimalist. I sold most of my stuff before leaving the 'burgh and haven't replaced everything. Make yourself comfortable. I'll put on the coffee." The two men chatted as Sonny watched Tim move about the small kitchen preparing coffee and setting up a plate of cookies. He handed one to Sonny. "Try this."

"You make this?" Tim mumbled yes. "This is really good." He followed Tim into a small window lined room that overlooked a park. "Wow, I never realized this building was here, nice setting."

"Thanks. My brother found it. He lives upstairs."

"So you left Pittsburgh cause you were homesick and now you live in the same building with your brother and you work construction even though you want to be a chef?"

"Not exactly, I was a bit homesick, but my lover and I had split and I needed a new start. So, I'm here working odd jobs until something comes along to make my life better." Sonny watched the big pecs flex as Tim poured coffee into a carafe. The two men sat and talked about jobs and burned relationships. Sonny looked at his watch and jumped up.

"Shit, I better go. I have to be onsite tomorrow at 6:30 and it's midnight. I didn't mean to take up so much of your evening."

"I enjoyed it." Tim idly crossed his thick forearms and played with a nipple through his shirt.

"So did I. Here's my card. We really do need construction crew, so call me for a time to come in and, uh, maybe we could do lunch. I may also know someone who can give you some direction on the chef thing." Sonny fumbled for a card in his wallet as he walked through the door. "Look, I uh, well, gees. I've never had problems with finding words before."

"Want to get together for something other than lunch?" Sonny nodded yes. "Want to stay over?"

"Yeah, I do but I don't think it's a good idea. Interview first and sexual harassment later. Although, it might work better if we got it out of the way now. No, that's wrong." Tim laughed at the big man's frustration. He slid his arms around the tight waist and kissed Sonny deep on the mouth. Sonny took a deep breath and turned the doorknob. "This is harder than you think."

"Hold that thought for another time. Good night Sonny, I'll call you tomorrow."

Sonny sprinted the two blocks to his apartment, tossed his groceries into the kitchen and dashed upstairs into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth as he let his jeans drop to the floor and his stiff prick slap against the sink. It took about 60 seconds to get a load off into the sink. He climbed into bed and thought about the hunky man with whom he had spent the evening chatting. Marsh and Jack would not believe that one.

Red lay in the hospital bed watching the IV drip empty into his arm as he listened to Dr. Pratt's lecture. What was the sound of Charlie Brown's teacher in the cartoons? Pratt was right. He was feeling sorry for himself and had let down his defense of good health allowing himself to get dehydrated and to acquire an infection in one of the incisions. His temperature was slowly coming down but Pratt was going to release him until he was sure Red was hearing what he was saying.

"The stitches will come out in a couple of days, we need to clear up the infection and then you can get back to working out. ON A LIGHT ROUTINE. I think all your tests will come back clean. You don't need to worry about cancer or some other mysterious disease. And it isn't HIV. I started reintroducing some of the supplementation to give you a build up for the return to the gym. And to build up some other stamina." Red's eyes opened wide. "I'm not sure how Darrell and Ron will feel about that. I'll talk with them. In the meantime, get some rest. An orderly will be in to check up on you and get you cleaned up. A nice sponge bath ought to do the trick. Good night buddy." Tom squeezed the thick biceps and left the room.

Red lay in his bed and sighed. Pratt was right. He was letting his emotions get the better of him. He knew he would be ok, it would just take some time. And it wasn't like the load of muscle on his body was going to go away over night. His nipples began to tingle and his balls felt hot and heavy. Damned Pratt. His herbal supplements always had a major horniness effect on Red.

Tom Pratt chatted briefly with Darrell and Ron about Red before talking them into going home and letting the young man get some rest. He convinced them to discuss a therapist with Red to help with the depression. Then he warned them about the supplements. The two beefy black men looked at each other and chuckled. The one thing they were convinced Red didn't need was help in the sex department. Pratt felt it would help elevate his mood.

Red was lightly dosing, his mood elevated to erotic dreams. The door opened and a lean athletic orderly with a full beard gently roused Red.

"'Scuse me sir but Dr. Pratt wanted you to have a sponge bath but we can skip it if you're too tired." Red feebly shook his head that it was all right as he tried to wake himself up. The orderly pulled the curtains to one side then walked over and locked the door. "Here, let me help you out of that silly hospital gown. I'll get you a clean one. Wow, obviously you lift. I think I should have brought a larger water basin. How's that?" The man carefully washed Red's back and cleaned the stitches. One hand on a big pec to balance Red. The nipple reacted to the hot moist hand and the orderly seemed a bit flustered. A warm towel gently dried Red's back and he turned to thank the man, looking directly into the dark eyes, their mouths inches apart.

"That feels awesome, you have a great touch."

"Thank you, lay back sir and I'll get your chest. This'll make you.............feel, uh, much.....better." Red's now stiff dick tented the bed sheet. Red started to say something. "Only natural sir." Red closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm soapy water cleaning his chest and down his legs. The man washed Red's balls which responded by hanging lower between his legs. The soapy cloth on his dick sent a rush up his spine. Red moaned slightly as the man washed the pulsing cock.

"You know, you might not want to linger there. It could be dangerous." He inhaled sharply when the hot mouth closed over the head of his dick. The orderly let the fat cock flop from his mouth and changed positions. He pushed Red's legs up and apart to get Red's butthole. The man carefully washed Red with the warm soapy water then resumed his expert mouth work on the now purple cock. A slick finger slid deep into Red to massage his prostate. It wasn't the beautiful black cocks he was used to but the combination of hot mouth and probing finger was having the desired effect. Red worked his nipples as the orderly sucked his dick. Red's left hand was pushed away as the man began twisting the hard brown left nipple. Red felt like he was floating through the whole experience. This guy really knew how to suck cock and was so thoroughly enjoying himself that he didn't seem to react to Red's twisting the nipple he could reach through the man's smock.

The sucking and finger fucking went on for 20 minutes as the man slowly increased his oral intensity. He never once touched Red's cock with his hand. Red could only slightly raise his hips on the hospital bed as he bulleted a steady stream of white-hot spunk down the eager man's throat. The man licked a few drops from his bushy moustache then wiped the sweat from his brow on his thick furry forearm. He carefully finished giving Red his sponge bath, kissed Red deeply and passionately and calmly left the room. Red groaned softly. His body tingled from the sexual high. He felt great. Whatever Dr. Pratt had done had worked, aided by the hot blowjob he had just received. He was just about to doze off when a matronly woman entered the room with wash basin and towels.

"The doc ordered a sponge bath for you sweetie. You awake or do you want to skip it?"

"What? But an ord...this guy just. He. And he. I just had one........really. But. Oh."

Eric stood in the dimly lit den drinking a liter of cold water. His naked body was covered in a light sweat. One foot was up on a chair as he looked out the sliding doors up at the ridge where the new house was being built. His monster dick was still somewhat hard and pulsed softly against the outstretched thigh nearly to his knee. He had just directed a telephone three-way with Tom and Nick in Los Angeles. Tom had feared he would be angry with him for having had the first go-round with Nick. Instead, Eric had orchestrated a sexual romp over the phone that had left all three men covered in cum and sweat and panting for more. The whole time he commanded Nick what to do to his boy, he could feel the response in his own body 2,000 miles away. He found it a little spooky that they had become so closely connected. At the same time he was high on his love for his son. Tom had another day and a half in LA then would be off to San Francisco where Eric would join him for the Folsum Street Fair. The thought of two weeks with Tom in what he considered one of his favourite cities made his dick leak a thick drop of pre-cum. Another thought of Tom in minimal leather in the California sun in the middle of the biggest leather festival shot a wave of sexual heat over his entire body. He knew he had to change his bedsheets from the last escapade but was glad he had waited.

"Wow, now there's a silhouette of heat and sex if I ever saw one." Mike's voice came from the doorway to the kitchen. "Can't sleep?" Eric turned to walk toward the door. "WHOA! Weapon alert." Mike swatted playfully at Eric's hard stiff dick. His actions sent Eric into waves of hysteric laughter as he grabbed his friend and feigned sex. "You know, if Doug and I hadn't spent half the night fucking our brains out, I'd take you up on that. Although it is a bit more than I think I could handle. My ass is sore. But, uh, what?"

Eric walked into the kitchen and put the water bottle into the dishwasher. "I've gotten off twice tonight, well, three times. I just had phone sex with Tom and this Nick guy from LA. All I can think about is how much I love Tom and want to be with him. It's like we've developed this spiritual bond. I can feel him even when he isn't here. It's weird to explain."

Mike sipped his glass of orange juice. "Not really. Most people would kill to have what you two have. It doesn't bother you that Tom is with someone else?"

"Uh, on some level it does. But I really felt Tom getting fucked. I felt Nick's mouth on my body when he sucked on Tom's tits. It is truly weird." Eric batted at his own slightly drooping dick. "I have several meetings to get through before I leave for San Francisco, this puppy better behave. Or I'll never hear the end of it from Marsh and Jack."

Mike put his glass in the dishwasher, walked over to Eric and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Goodnight." He walked across the kitchen toward the stairs. "You know, to look at you, all 6'5" and heaven only knows how many pounds of muscle and certainly a dick for the record books. It's really cool to know that inside there's this heart that beats passionately for another man. See ya in the morning."

Tom stretched his legs in the warm bubbling hot tub. Nick offered him a beer then slipped into the tub next to him. "How ya feeling?"

"Good. You know, for someone who claims to be all bottom, you slammed my ass pretty good there buddy."

"Well, I don't think I've ever had long distance phone sex like that before. And Eric knew all the right things to tell me to do. You guys are really in tune with each other. I hope my fucking around with you didn't jeopardize anything."

"I don't think we have anything to worry about. Eric is not vindictive and if he were upset he would have said something, we been pretty open about lots of things lately. Seems to make our relationship stronger."

"I'm jealous, really, really jealous. I would love to meet someone like Eric and have what you two have."

"He's one of a kind."

'So, since I did Eric the favour and fucked you, how do you feel about returning the favour? My ass would love another go at that big dick of yours." Nick ran his hand over Tom's heavily-muscled body and came to rest on the stiff dick. "Hmmmm."

"Not sure I have the energy."

"I'll do all the work." Nick got up, straddled Tom's super size quads and impaled himself on the big stiff. "Oh yeah. You just relax and I'll take care of myself." Tom chuckled as Nick slipped an eager tongue into his mouth.

Marsh hung up the phone and rolled over in bed to bump into Jack's broad shoulders. He hugged his lover and felt for the long limp worn out dick. Jack moaned half asleep. "That was the carpenter's and drywall local. They found us some more guys. Looks like Eric will have his house done by the end of October and the apartment building well under way by then too. Sonny will be able to switch a couple of crews to the other house. I think we're going to be moving lots of furniture in the middle of winter. And just think what spring will bring."

"Yep, bunches of naked men running between the houses. Hmmm, this little village may have some really hot perks. Is Eric still gating the lower road?"

"Uh huh, makes for a bit more security. His little gay village will be very private."

"Makes the mind boggle with possibilities, doesn't it? Wanna practice?"

"Silly question."

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