Feelings of Security

G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, Part 29 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.

Dan stretched his tired legs out underneath the corner table and read through the previous day's receipts and those for the current Sunday. He took a long sip on his Margarita and winced when a sore nipple scraped his loose T-shirt.

"Hey, cumbucket, how goes the Sunday night?" His lover smiled evilly and flopped into the booth across the table and winked.

"Well, the restaurant business is going really well, which is more than I can say for my butt."

The doctor tilted his head to one side and blinked, going for the best blond he could muster. "Awwwww, are we feeling a bit, what's the word, oh yeah, rawwwwwwwwwwwwww?"

Dan let out an exasperated breath and took another sip. "You guys did one helluva a number on my ass. I thought you would keep an eye on things lover boy."

"Uh, hum. As I recall, it was you who hung over the side of the hot tub and begged to be fucked, over and over and over and over....."

"OK, maybe I did. A bit." Pratt rolled his eyes. "OK, a lot. But, I thought maybe you guys would take turns fucking Vic. Nooooooo. Instead, well, when did Vic turn into such a fucking hot top? Cripes, he plowed me like there was no tomorrow."

"Uh, Danny, it's like a hot porn video, you guys could pass for brothers. He got off on fucking himself."

"And you and Joe, how many times did I get fucked?"

Tom shrugged his shoulders. "A dozen."

"Is that safe? I mean I know we were safe but is it good to take a dick up your ass 12 times in an afternoon."

"You want me to examine you?"

"That's not such a bad, idea, no, wait, you're hard now aren't you?" Pratt blushed.

"No, go fuck a melon in the back room."

"Can't. Joe and Vic are joining us for dinner." Dan's eyes flew open wide. "Don't worry, they don't expect a repeat. I think Vic was feeling a bit jealous. He'll want Joe all to himself tonight." Dan let out a sigh of relief.

No sooner had Dan shifted in his seat, than Joe and Vic walked through the front door and headed for the corner table.

Shelly, Dan's most off the wall waitress, came bouncing over. "So are you boys all here to take me out and ravage me tonight?" A chorus of no's. "Oh, when is my day going to come?"

"Doesn't that husband of yours keep you satisfied?"

Shelly frowned. "You've seen him. He can't compete with all you muscleheadz. His body doesn't even come close."

Vic furrowed his forehead. "Then why do you stay married to him?"

"Well, he may not have a muscle body, but he is working on it. And his dick his HHHHHHHUUUUGGGGEEEEEEE. Beers boys?"

Vic blinked. "I'll have what you're having. You share that man?"

"Nope, can't have him. He's mine, alllll mine. As for you, boss, you wearing the loose shirt for the reason I think you are." Dan blushed. Shelly turned to the doc, "You dog. Be right back with your drinks."

Dan just sat there with his mouth opening but no words coming out. Joe finally laughed. "She's a hoot, you're damned lucky to have a staff as accepting as you do." Dan slowly shook his head in agreement.

"Hey guys, wassup?" The four men turned slowly as they recognized Dave's happy teenage voice. "Dave just smiled and giggled knowing how they all hated the 'wassup' line. "How's you're weekend been?" Bob stood quietly behind shaking his head and looking a bit pained.

Tom Pratt motioned broadly with his hand at a slightly stooped Bob. "You all right?"

Bob waved his hands in a gesture of not being sure. "We've had a very busy weekend. I think Davey here broke my dick."

"All right, dirt." Darrell's voice caused all heads to spin around. Ron and Red were walking through the door with Greg, as always, Darrell was several steps ahead. Everyone got up to hug and welcome Red back into the world and to meet Greg. "We hired Greg here doc to keep an eye on the Red man until you give him the OK to go back to lifting."

Tom nodded in agreement. "So you're making sure he doesn't do anything stupid?" Greg opened his mouth to respond but Ron spoke up instead.

"Well, Red may not be in the gym lifting weights but he's keeping up his other skills. Aren't you?" Ron squeezed the sides of Red's face to pucker his mouth. Red's shaved head lived up to his name. "Thank god, he was wearing the two of us out."

Bob rubbed his ample basket. "That seems to be going around.

Dan suddenly got up as Shelly came back with drinks for Joe and Vic. She looked at the crowd of men gathering in the corner and smirked. "So, um, is the bar like closed in town to night?"

Dan took the bottles. "Did you guys all come here to eat tonight?"

"No Dan. This place is just a convenient place to stop on the way to the McDonald's down the street." A cynical voice dripped from behind the waitress.

Shelly turned and tensed her back. "Hello, Marsh." She growled icily.

"Hello, Shelly." Marsh glowered in response.

Dan pushed between them. "Very good guys. But Seinfeld has been off the air for awhile now. Shelly, I think we're going to need to set up the side room."

"Ohhhhhhhh. But we're busy out here. Couldn't you let Marsh go to McDonald's?"

"Hissssssss." The two kissed.

Dan pushed her toward the front. "I'll help, I'll wait on them." Deadly silent, then everyone busts out laughing. Dan fakes a laugh and heads for the side room.

Marsh, ever the cruise director, asks. "So, who's missing?"

Dave looks around and licks his lips. "Bill and Steve."

"They're with Tom and Eric, doing San Francisco."

"What? You really think so?"

Jack covered Marsh's mouth before he could respond. "Think about it. Four monster muscle men with dicks the size of, well, who knows what, are loose in San Francisco during Folsum, what do you think?"

"What exactly is Folsum again?"

Bob puts his arm around Dave and smiles. "Ah, so young, so much to learn."

Marsh pried Jack's hand away. "Is that why you're dick is hard? Ha, made ya look."

"OK guys, we're gonna put everyone in the side room. Someone want to call Richard and Dell, and ask if they have dinner plans. Shelly has the staff setting up the tables. Oh, Mike and Doug?"

They're visiting Doug's parents. Telling them all about the new house."

"Oh, we'll help set up the tables." Jack pulled Marsh into the other room.

Dan looked scared. "Don't help with the tables, please. I can never find all the furniture after you redecorate. What about Sonny?"

Marsh called from the side room. "Hot date with Ted, or Tom, or Tim. Whatever." The other customers seemed amused by the group of big friendly muscle men.

An older woman stopped Shelly as she hustled by. "Does this group of young men eat here all the time?"

"No dear, if they did, I wouldn't be driving an Escort. More coffee? Young men?" Shelly giggled as she walked away. "Oh, there's an understatement."

Dan walked into the side room after calling Richard and stopped in the doorway. In less then three minutes, the men had rearranged all the tables and furniture to better accommodate the staff. "They're on their way. Steve will take your drink orders. I'm getting too old for this." He shook his head as he walked away.

Within minutes, the gang of friends had drinks and was ordering dinner. Shelly had Dan's crew all assisting the unannounced group without missing a beat with the rest of the customers. Dan was busy orchestrating the kitchen help for the group orders. A couple of young waiters were more than happy to assist with the group of muscle bound gay hunks. Dan watched quietly as one young man worked up the nerve to deliver bread and rolls to the unruly men.

"It's OK buddy, they're a pretty friendly group of men. They won't bite, much." The young man hesitated and tried to speak. "What's the matter?"

"Um, nothing, but they're all like you, aren't they?"

"Well, if you mean gym-obsessed middle aged gay men, no. They aren't all middle aged."

The kid laughed nervously. "No, Dan, I know your story and that's why I wanted to work here. I've been working out too, see." He flexed his arm to proudly show his round teenage biceps. "But."

"But what? They'll appreciate the workout stuff, even encourage you."

"I think I'm gay, don't tell my parents, I ain't ready to face them."

"Ah, I see. Well, your secret is safe with me and you can relax, please." Dan gave the boy a reassuring shoulder squeeze and pushed him toward the door with the bread and rolls. He walked behind as the kid began serving tables and caught Marsh's eye. He gestured from the waiter to Dave and waited to see if Marsh got the clue. Marsh followed the young man's progress around the room and watched the face and eyes.

He thanked him for the basket of bread. "So, you're fairly new here aren't you? My name's Marsh and this is my partner, Jack. Don't let these clods scare you, they're all a bunch of big hearted muscleheadz, wouldn't hurt a flea."

"Oh, they don't scare me." He held the tray in front of his crotch as his face reddened.

"Aha, I see, well, relax. You're among friends, really. You have any questions, just ask." Marsh glanced past the kid at Dan standing in the doorway. Dan smiled and nodded then went back to the kitchen to help. The kid wandered back to the kitchen to help with salads, no longer concerned about his hard dick cramped in his black slacks.

Jack leaned into Marsh and squeezed a thick thigh under the table. "You know, for a vicious muscle queen, sometimes you surprise me. That was pretty nice and reassuring for him."

"Well, sometimes we just need to be reminded of how difficult being young and unsure can be and that there are people out there who care and can be supportive. It's not all about sex, well, not all the time."

"Speaking of which, where's Sonny?"

Marsh shrugged his shoulders. "His message only said that he was heading over to face the issue with the guy he's been dating. He didn't guarantee that he would join us for dinner. It's a sexual showdown or explosion, I'm not sure which."

Sonny sat in his truck, in front of Tim's apartment. As if the swollen balls and semi-hard cock weren't enough, his heart was racing and his palms were sweaty. The big legs swung from the truck and seemed to buckle under him. An eternity passed before Tim opened the door. Sonny crushed the shorter muscular man in his arms and pressed their lips together. Tim clumsily closed the door as Sonny pushed him across the room. Tongues fought for control as Sonny pulled off Tim's sweatshirt to reveal the muscular angular furry pecs. Sonny's hot breath burned into the side of Tim's neck as the man gave into a deep need.

"We need to have sex, or you need to tell me why you're avoiding it, otherwise, well, my nuts just might explode."

"Uh, well, it's not that we can't have sex, it's just that well, we can't have the sex you way want to have."

"I don't understand." Sonny moved his hot hands over the hard square pecs, down the flat abs to the waistband of the worn black 501's. The buttons gave way easily and the jeans fell to the floor. He pulled the lean athletic man tightly against him and slowly licked the side of Tim's neck. Tim clenched his tight ass as Sonny squeezed the hard round glutes. "What kind of sex are we talking about?"

"Safe." Sonny pulled back and studied the now sad expression on Tim's face.

"But, so, there are lots of things to do that are safe."

"Yeah, but not the way I would like, I'm poz Sonny, and you're not." Sonny studied the deep sad eyes and pulled the man back into his arms.

"If that's what this is all about, being poz and negative, don't let that keep us apart. I can do lot's of safe things to make you happy. Why would you not want to have sex? And besides, we both take risks no matter what in life; we just have to use common sense. You obviously take care of yourself. And based on everything I've learned about you, I want to be with you." Sonny stepped back and slowly stripped to reveal to Tim the body he had only glimpsed at the gym and not been able to share.

"It's just that I would not want anything to happen that..." Sonny lifted Tim in to his arms and carried him to the back bedroom. "I'm not like a lot of other guys, this whole thing scares the hell out of me. He carefully lowered Tim to the bad and covered the slightly shorted man with his big frame.

"What I want to happen is for us to be together. I'm willing to work out the details."

Red watched the group of crazy men he had come to think of as family and fought back a tear. His health problems were slowly moving behind him and now he had time to think about the friendships in his life. Dell and Richard had arrived and were fighting to get to chairs. Dell stopped to kiss Red on his naked head.

"We miss ya buddy. Coming back soon I hope?"

"Well, coming back to work soon but not allowed to workout for a another week or so." Red shot a look over toward Tom Pratt who mouthed 'I heard you.'

"Bet that's killing you."

"Not as much as not being with friends, this is great tonight. Just wish Eric and Tom were here. Have to wonder what they're up to." Dan had come by to bring Red another iced tea. He hugged and kissed Dell.

"Oh I imagine the two of them, at Folsum, are about a yard of dick up Tom's hot ass. Or someone else's"

Dell gasped and pulled back. "You really think they're out there having non-stop sex."

"Get real, those two have stopped elevators to have sex. Folsum is icing on the cake. Hey Dell, I want to talk to you about an idea I have for a new diner. You know if that area about a half mile from Eric's village is going to be retail?" Dell nodded and waved to the waiter for a drink order. "Well, with all of us being out there and most of the apartment building being gay and another building going up a mile down the road. Looks like it can be a good restaurant location."

Red waved his glass of iced tea between the two men. "Wait a minute. Don't go stealing our employee out from under us right in front of me."

"Well, I don't think I want to do that. I think there's a way to have this new diner, and the cafe at the gym and, is there going to be another cafe at the new gym?" Dell nodded. "I think we can sit down with Tom and Red and figure out a way to tie all three together.

Red perked up. "Ooo, bondage, this sounds good." Dell and Dan looked at Red and rolled their eyes. "Hey, humour me. I've been out of the circle for awhile."

"But not away from the circle jerk, so I hear." Tom Pratt curled his big arm around Red. Red tried to smile innocently.

"So Dell, I guess my Danny here is telling you about the diner idea. Has he told you about the other two locations?"

"Right, at the gyms."

"No, besides the restaurants and cafes. I'm thinking of branching out too. I've been helping Dave expand his herb and supplement stuff at his shop. There's a storefront opening up next to him in a month or two. We thought a small diner type restaurant on the healthy side would work well there. And then, open another store like Dave's next to the diner near all the new houses."

Dell scratched his head. He looked at Red who had an equally confused look but was enjoying the hot arm on his shoulder more. "So, let me get this straight, we're talking two diners and another supplement store, somehow all related to the Dog Pound Gym?"

Dan and Tom smiled enthusiastically, "Right."

Red took a deep breath. "Man, I wish Tom and Eric we're here. They're the business whizzes, especially Eric. Those muscleheadz are never here when you need them."

Tom and Eric stood at the agreed upon corner on Folsum and waited to meet their new friends. Tom had one foot up on a guardrail surrounding and Eric idly rubbed the hard ass exposed by the jock. The bright sun was warm but not overly so on the clear fall day. Eric's finger found Tom's eager butthole and lightly probed.

"Um, maybe you shouldn't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because you're giving me a hardon and this jock won't hold it. Shit. Stop it!" Tom reached back and removed Eric's hand from his ass. Eric reached for a nip instead. "Oh yeah, like that's going to make any difference. Those are directly linked to my dick. How would you like it if I twisted one of those big furry nips and made your dick rise." Tom glanced at Eric's leather covered crotch and softly chuckled. "Never mind, can't hide that thing anyway. Damn now I'm really horny. Wonder if these guys are coming."

"You want to go back to the hotel and fuck?" Tom snuggled his sweaty near naked body against Eric. He pulled Eric's arms around his waist moving one hand up to his left nipple. Slowly he began flexing his butt against Eric's growing dick. "OK, we'll give them a few more minutes."

They watched more of the crowd as the crowd watched them. A few minutes later, Jim, the beefy stud they had met at the gym came sauntering down the street with a beefy furry bare-chested man in tow. Both men wore leather jeans that clung tightly to heavily muscled legs and both obviously had spent hours in the gym building thick full hard upper bodies. Jim stuck out his hand to greet the big men. "Sorry, we're late, ran into a couple of other guys we know. This is Scott, my partner." The big furry man, though shorter than either Eric or Tom held his own in the muscle department.

"Hi, Jim said you were big but wow, you guys are fucking huge. Now I know why he came back from the gym so damned horny, thanks." The four men chatted about the fair and their respective homes before Eric suggested they go to the leather shop around the corner.

"Tom needs a new pair of boots."

"I do?" Tom looked down at the calf-high boots he was wearing. "What's wrong with these?"

"Well, when we fuck around when you are wearing them, the inside zippers have these sharp points that cut into my neck and shoulders. We need to find something smoother."

Jim and Scott looked at each other then back at the two muscle hunks standing in front of them. Jim put his arm around Scott and humped his hip. "I'm getting a really good visual from that."

"Down boy. Lead the way guys. We're always up for looking at hot leather stores."

The circus created by Tom trying on various high boots soon drew a crowd in the store. Watching the two near naked muscle hounds work and tease each other had a rippling effect of sexual tension throughout the customers. The store was normally a hotbed of sex during the Folsum Street Fair and having two wet dreams trying on boots didn't hurt any. Jim and Scott watched with mounting sexual urges of their own. Scott idly tweaked a pumped nipple on Jim's hard furry chest or groped the beefy round muscle butt. By the time Eric and Tom had agreed on a pair of boots, Scott was casually humping against Jim's butt. He tried not to groan when Eric asked Tom to try on a harness or two.

The store's clerks were busy trying to wait on customers and not miss the show. Tom would step into one of the fitting booths, with the drapes that didn't quite cover the doorway, and change from one harness to another. It became more difficult each time as his fat cock teetered on the edge of springing to full erection. Jim and Scott had gotten caught up in the silliness and tried on a couple of outfits. The sight of three naked muscle bears in assorted hot erotic leather attire made for good sales. The clerks seemed miffed. Tom and Eric finally settled on a harness that had a gladiator look to it. It made Tom's massive chest look even bigger and seem to burst through the leather straps. Jim found a hot pair of shorts that he decided he wanted to wear out. The foursome was soon wandering back through the fair with bags and semi-stiff dicks.

Scott rubbed the perfect round globes of Jim's butt in the new shorts and moaned. "Our hotel is right around this corner, would you guys mind is we dropped our bags off?"

Tom hung his shopping bag over his shoulder. "Not at all, we might go throw our stuff in the car."

Jim chirped up. "You can drop it in our room and pick it up later, that way you won't miss any of the fun. Come on, our hotel's down here." Neither Tom nor Eric heard the whimper of frustration escape from Scott. They did, however, notice he was walking stiffly in the two short blocks. Scott excused himself to hit the bathroom when they got there.

Jim cleared a space for Tom and Eric to sit but sitting only resulted in Tom's nuts escaping from his jock. Jim tried not to stare but by the time Scott emerged from the bathroom, Jim's new shorts were straining to hide his obviously hard prick. Scott dried his hands on a towel and studied Jim's handsome rugged face. His partner seemed to be struggling with decision.

Jim calmly walked over and bolted the door. "The workout this morning was one of the hardest and most fun I have ever had. I can only hope this will only be better." He unzipped his new shorts dropped them to the floor over his boots and walked across the room to Scott. Two seconds was all it took for Scott's leather jeans to give up his fat uncut dick. "Lube up buddy, you're first." Jim's strong arms pulled together the two chairs in which Tom and Eric sat. He dropped to his knees in front of them and ran his trembling hands up the insides of the thick, heavily veined quads of each man. "You first sir." Eric shook his head no.

"Tom first, I don't think you're quite ready." Tom stood up and dropped his jock. His impressive manmeat flopped from thigh to thigh as Jim muzzled against it and slowly began sucking it down his throat. Eric leaned over and deeply kissed Tom. His hands found his lover's thick pierced tits and deftly tuned them for high action. Tom softly moaned as he felt his dick slide down the back of Jim's throat. Scott rocked Jim back and forth on Tom's cock as he fucked his lover's hard butt. Jim struggled to reach Tom and Eric's nuts but could only rest on their thighs as Scott watched the threesome of beef in front of him while he fucked the tight ass. Eric broke away for a moment to stand and strip.

"Holy fucking shit. Jim said you were huge but gees, what a ton of cock. Man I gotta see that up my partner's ass. Oh fuck." Scott closed his eyes and pulled back slightly from his pounding of Jim's ass. "Damn, gotta pace myself, almost lost it on that thought." Jim stopped sucking Tom long enough to look up and see Eric's horse cock swinging in front of him.

Eric's deep calm voice filled the room. "What do you want son?" Jim was speechless. "You want this?" The big man sat in the chair and held the head of his cock out for Jim to taste. "Slowly. We have all night if you want." Jim sucked in the deep scent of Eric's cock and balls and let the cock grow in his mouth. Scott pulled back to watch. "What are you doing?"

"I, I don't want to shoot yet and this is too hot."

"We have only time, so you get off, oh, a few times." Eric smiled evilly and held Jim's head in place. "Tom, give Jim's ass a good rimming. Scott, fuck my son. He likes it hard and deep. Use all that muscle to slam him while he eats your lover."

Jim worked the monster prick into his mouth and slowly, carefully swallowed it inch by inch until about half was in, then he pulled back. Tom was busily sucking and licking Jim's eager hole. Scott's fucking had only primed the pump. The more Tom licked the more cock Jim was determined to have down his throat. He attacked Eric's prick with renewed spirit. Scott had spent several minutes fingering Tom's well-used chute with lube. His hard entry thrust pushed Tom forward pushing Jim further down on the object of his frustration. Eric was enjoying being the director of this little choreographed fuck fest and settled back with his mountainous arm flexed over his head. The result was a hulking of muscle that made the three men at his feet hotter. Jim had still only managed about half the prized dick when Tom changed tactics and placed the head of his own trophy cock against the slick hole. Scott pushed forward to direct Tom's pounding of Jim's ass. The two slabs of beef fucking behind him weren't helping Jim with his task. That was until Tom used Jim's thick knobby nips. The twisting and pulling on his tits pushed Jim's need up another octave and down another inch of cock. His hands found Eric's tits and rolled them between his fingers. Eric held his hand on Jim's sweaty buzzed head and talked Jim through getting another inch into his gullet. He pulled back and looked up at Eric's seductive masculine face. The steely blue eyes seemed to look into his deepest desire. The salt and pepper goatee were the only indication of Eric's age as the giant man held his balls out for Jim to suck.

Jim lovingly sucked one of the egg sized orbs then suddenly found himself being pushed deep into Eric's crotch as Scott slammed home a load of jizz over Tom's muscular back. Eric chuckled inwardly at Jim's confused look that the sex was about to end as his lover collapsed to the floor. Tom hugged Jim with his tree like arms and bucked the beefy butt harder.

Eric pushed down on Tom's head. "Oh no you don't, not yet. Jim here hasn't had enough. Back off Tom." Tom slowly pulled his marble hard cock from Jim's butt and stood up. He walked quietly to the bed knowing what Eric would do next. As Tom lay across the bed on his back, Eric pulled Jim to his feet and deeply kissed the shorter man. "Hot mouth buddy, but my cock is, well, an acquired taste. Allow us to demonstrate while you take a turn at Tom's party hole." Tom's raised his legs as Jim slid his spit slick cock into the hole his lover had just pounded. Tom lowered his meaty calves to Jim's broad shoulders and let his ass suck in Jim's cock to the balls. As Scott and Jim watched, Eric straddled Tom's head and slowly slid the unnaturally sized dick completely down Tom's throat. Every fucking last blessed inch. Jim was lost in his slamming on Tom's ass as he marveled how any human being could swallow something that size.

Eric used Tom's tits to guide the boy's butt with its sucking down of Jim's cock. "Scott, you OK, get over here." Scott walked to Eric's side and felt the big man's hand close around his dick. He pulled Scott to him in a deep passionate kiss. The heat of Eric's hand had Scott's cock back to its stiff proud self. "You ready for more?" Scott was about to move around to fuck his lover when Eric pulled him back by his prick. "No, no big man, fuck me. Let your lover see you work over this big man's fucking butthole."

Scott blinked a few seconds then looked long and hard at the masterpiece of hard muscle being offered to him. He dropped to his knees and buried a willing tongue between Eric's butt cheeks. Eric wiggled his butt to allow Scott better access but damn near choked Tom in the process.

"Oops, sorry about that. I'll back off a bit while Scott gets me ready."

"You're ready." Scott placed his fat cock against Eric's tight hole and shoved. The heat from Eric's ass spread up Scott's cock through the rest of his muscled body. He reached around and twisted the huge tit knobs that pointed downward as Eric grumbled.

"Yeah, fucker, that always works to get my ass in the mood." Jim slammed Tom's slick hole and watched as Eric braced himself for Scott's ass pounding. The big man's muscles glistened with sweat as ripples from the fucking worked through the taunt skin. Eric's hands kneaded Tom's huge pec muscles as Jim leaned forward. He thought Eric would suck his tongue out of his head. The four men moved in a sexual symphony. Working into a sexual climax. Eric backed off and directed Jim to slam Tom's ass and jack his rigid prick. "Cumbucket here wants it all boys." Eric withdrew his pole from Tom's throat and wanked the steel like member. Jim did likewise as Scott joined them. Seconds later Tom felt his cum churn up past Jim's busy hand and the four men covered the furry bodybuilder in layers of hot sticky cum. Tom lay gasping as Eric fell to one side, Scott behind him. Jim fell across Tom's wet chest. Their furry chests stuck together with thick white cum.

Jim groaned as his dick, still hard from the experience spurted a few more times. "Gees, we were at that for an hour and a half. Scott, we're supposed to meet the other guys in forty minutes."

Scott nuzzled against the big beefy butt he had just fucked. "You guys want to join us for dinner with some other gym buddies?"

Tom disjointedly waved his hand. Eric chuckled. "What that means is, thanks, but we have totally ignored our friends who are here with us and we are supposed to meet Tom's brother and lover for dinner ourselves."

Jim licked at the tip of Eric's long, thick pole. "Brother? You mean there are two of you?"

Eric pulled himself off the bed. "No, Kyle is smaller, but give him time, he'll grow. Hey, we'll give ya a call and maybe hit the gym tomorrow?" Jim and Scott both nodded. "OK, guys, get yourselves together for your dinner. Come on horndog. Steve and Bill will think we abandoned them. Besides, I'm feeling frisky again." Jim moaned at the thought of Tom's ass being plowed by that mighty prick.

The four men hugged and kissed after cleaning Tom up enough for them to walk back to their hotel. Jim adjusted his semi-hard jock in his leather shorts. "Uh, maybe after the gym, you'll give me a chance at that dick up my ass."

Scott shook his head. "Uh oh, looks like I'm in for a long night of keeping this man satisfied."

Tom groped the muscle bear's thick basket. "You're up to it." Eric closed the door as Jim's thick arms closed around Scott's chest and pulled him back toward the bed. "They'll never make it to dinner, however, I am starved. At least enough to forego another round of getting my ass fucked." The two big men worked their way through the edge of the crowd still milling the Folsum Fair and headed back to their hotel. Eric tapped on Bill and Steve's door as they passed and Bill answered the door in his beat up worn jock.

Bill sniffed the air and grinned widely. "Someone been drowning themselves in manjuice? Mmmm, great scent. You boys about ready for dinner?" Bill leaned over and licked Tom's hard delt. "Woof, perfectly seasoned." Tom pushed his forehead away and laughed.

"Give us an hour to shower and change. I'll call ya, go back to playing."

"What makes you think we were playing?"

Eric snapped the big man's waistband. "I can see Steve's reflection in the mirror. He's on the bed waving his legs in the air. See ya in an hour." Tom headed down the hall just as Eric tugged Bill's jock down to his knees. The semi-hard snake flopped against the man's rock hard quads. He kicked it off just as two men got off the elevator and stopped. "OOPS, sorry, hey Eric, Marsh called. Something about yet another business opportunity. Said you should call him when you get back. Mmm, nice pecs, would you care to join us?"

Eric closed their hotel door as the two men entered Bill and Steve's room. "They'll never be ready in an hour. Guess I can call Marsh, huh?"

Tom walked out of the bathroom completely naked. "No. We need to shower. I need you to scrub my back. Like you did the first time we showered together."

"Oh, oh. Um, well, then they'll just have to wait for us." Eric quickly stripped out of his leather and walked into the marbled bathroom. He tasted the salty sweetness of Tom's hot mouth, felt their hot hard cocks crush between them and Tom's long hard nipples in his hands. "Some things only get better with time. I love you Tom."

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