G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 31 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.
Marsh stuffed another inquiry into the folder and squeezed it into the file cabinet drawer. He surveyed the piles of paper on his desk and scrutinized the amount of space remaining in the file cabinet. The problem remained, how to get their ditzy secretary to order another file cabinet. After all that would require work on her part, and the only one who seemed to have the magic answer to that was Eric. His two-week vacation and business trip to California was taking its toll. Marsh kept repeating, 'he returns on Monday, he returns on Monday.'
"Maybe if you tried channeling lottery numbers instead of trying to crack the filing code, we could retire." Jack stood in his partner's office doorway and chuckled as the man struggled to get organized.
"Ha,ha,ha......ha ha." Marsh closed the drawer and sighed. "This latest development project of Eric's just keeps growing. If we could keep everything on the computer and only printout stuff when we have to that wouldn't be so bad. But so much of this crap still requires a paper trail. We need more storage space. When Eric gets back on Monday the first thing he does is get the Karen-clone in there to order some more file cabinets."
"Yeah right. You know he always comes back with new inspiration that just creates more work. You have to wonder what it is that inspires him. Hmm, what is it, about 5:30 there? They're probably lounging and watching hot men while pondering what to do for dinner."
Eric studied the glowing red back and ass of his restrained lover and let the flogger snap across the hot skin again. Tom moaned as he fought off the urge to let his dick win. The young bodybuilder was trussed tightly across a simple St. Andrew's cross. His dick throbbed for release as his lover flogged his broad back, shoulders and hard muscle butt. The flogging would normally be enough to preface hot sex with Eric. To make matters worse, their two newest employees, soon to be ex-cops, were having sex in front of him. Just to tease him.
The two muscle bound hunks could easily step from the stills of any uniform porn video. Except possibly for one thing. On the outside they were all hard cop, covered in muscle and snug uniforms and reeking of hard-edged sex. They were all that, plus two men who were passionately in love with each and not afraid to express it. As Tom watched helplessly tied to the cross, the two men performed their sexual rites in front of his eyes. Officer Winters controlled the smaller beefy blond Officer Brown interspersing hot passionate kissing and fondly with their sex play. They slowly worked each other's massive furry sweaty chests until Tom's nipples were raging in empathy. Then, they would turn their attention to Tom. As Eric alternated flogging with a soothing leather clad hand, the two cops nursed Tom's pierced nipples. Eric began licking and rimming Tom's ass as the two men did likewise to each other. Tom's cock ached as the two men did to each other what he desperately wanted someone to do to him. But he knew Eric wouldn't allow that.
Jack looked at the list of people who were lining up to get into the apartment building Eric had under construction. "Did you ask them to attach photos to their applications?"
"They're renting an apartment, not looking for dates."
"Get real. Why do you think all these men, hmm, and women, are lining up to rent an apartment building in what will no doubt be an either all gay or predominantly gay building. It'll be like one of those scenes in a 3 Stooges film where they chase each other in and out of closing doors. And don't try to tell me that if we weren't partnered that you wouldn't be thinking the same thing."
"Why Jack, you doubt my integrity." Jack slapped Marsh's hard tight butt.
"Ha, right, I'll give you integrity right up that hard ass."
"OK, but make it quick, we have to meet Dan and Tom for dinner in 30 minutes." Marsh peeled down his snug black jeans, exposed his round firm butt and bent over the desk. We're the only ones here, fuck me. Security won't be around for a while yet. And who are these two dudes Eric hired to run this new security thing in Chicago?"
"Beats me. Probably two security geeks." Jack squatted to eat the beefy butt spread before him.
Winters had Brown stripped down to boots and his Sam Brown. The muscular blond squirmed as his thick lover rammed a hungry tongue deep into the blond furry ass. Tom's eyes looked deeply into Brown's as Eric drove his own tongue deeply into Tom's ass. Deeper than ever before. Tom hung his head as his whole body shook with the need for sexual release. He watched the head of his cock bouncing out in front of him, large, swollen and purple. Clear fluid drooled from the mushroom head forming a puddle on the floor at his feet. His hands were helplessly tied away from the engorged dick. Tom looked back up as Winters turned Brown toward him. He thought he was going to have Brown suck his dick and the release he needed was about to cum. Winters wanted to be eye to eye, so to speak with Tom. He ate his cop lover's ass and stared up over the sweet butt directly into Tom's eyes as Eric rimmed Tom. It was as if Winters were eating Tom's butt hole. Tom groaned weakly. How soon before Eric mounted his ass and let him cum?
"You knock any of these paper piles off this desk while you fuck me and I'll clamp down so hard your dick will be bruised."
Jack slammed Marsh over the edge of the desk. "Won't be the first time."
"Oh fuck yeah, harder."
"Quit squirming. Are there enough people interested to fill the apartments?"
"Yeah. Higher. Oh yeah, right there. But Eric better get a building manager in place soon to keep things organized. Oh fuck, yeah, slam my nuts."
"Any prospects?"
"Well, I think he still wants Doug and Mike to run the complex but they don't need the apartment since they are building a house. Although, their place won't be finished for a good six months after the building opens."
"Mmmm, can you see Mike as a building super going to check on a plumbing leak in spandex shorts and a tank top."
"Uh, uh, uh. Yeah and obviously, so can you. You're going to split me in two fucker, back off, oh shit higher." Marsh's arm gave out as Jack slammed his cock in deeply. A pile of files slowly cascaded to the floor. "Oops."
Mike finished with his last client at the gym and rushed to the showers. He was to meet Doug and go to the architect's office. The insurance payoff was going to allow them to build a house with more features than either of them could dream. He toweled dry as man after man wandered by to glimpse the ex-porn star turned personal trainer. Dell described Mike as the personal trainer Michelangelo would have sculpted with more beef than David but still with the persona of innocence covering smoldering sex. Mike buttoned his 501's, ran a towel over his freshly buzzed blond hair again, pulled on a long-sleeved T-shirt and hurriedly packed his bag. Gym customers walked by and said hello. He knew everyone and asked each how a particular workout problem was coming along. Even the straightest gym rats at the Dog Pound liked Mike. He was the picture of athletic perfection and he possessed no attitude. The women drooled. Doug worried constantly about losing him, but Mike remained devoted to his lover.
Doug waited in the car idly rubbing the semi-hard cock in his jeans. He watched as the beefy hunk hurried toward the car. He opened the door; tossed his bag into the back seat and leaned over to plant a big wet sloppy kiss on his lover's smiling face. Doug watched the tight muscles flex as Mike buckled his seat belt. "Been waiting long?"
"No." Doug steered the new Honda through the crowded parking lot and into traffic. "Only a couple of minutes."
"But long enough to be happy to see me." Mike groped the thick basket and squeezed.
"Ow, stop it." Mike lifted his hand. "No, don't stop that, you just managed to smash a nut." Mike changed his grip to rub the thick cock. "However, we are meeting with the straight partner so maybe you should quit. He may not appreciate two gay men arriving in his office with raging pricks."
"A straight architect, imagine that. Who'da think it?" Mike leaned back and adjusted his own bulging boner. "So will they be able to finalize drawings tonight?"
"Should be and then its full steam ahead with construction, we just have to stop tweaking things. You're not wearing any underwear are you?"
"Uhhhhhhhhhno. Forgot to pack a clean pair. Gay men? Stop tweaking a design? It's not genetically possible. How do you feel after your physical therapy and workout today?"
"Good. Sore, but things are improving everyday. I'll be challenging you and Red and Tom in no time."
"Yeah right." Mike studied his lover's handsome face and felt the muscles in his body contract and a shiver of sex rise deep from within. This had better be a short meeting. Ten minutes later they were walking from the parked car to the architect's building. The elevator door slid quietly shut and Mike suddenly found himself backed against the cold wall as Doug pressed their lips together. His hot hands slid up under the trainer's shirt to twist the big nips. He could feel Doug's fat cock, hard and rigid press against his thigh. Doug slid down to suck on Mike's muscular neck. "So you're telling me your dick never went soft?" Doug pushed up the shirt and sucked he left tit. "Dougie, this is an elevator, there could be a surveillance camera." Doug only mumbled as he sucked the hard knob deep between his teeth. Mike let out a long low breath.
Tom felt the wood of the cross scraping his thighs as Eric pushed into his ass with his tongue. Winters and Brown had stopped doing each other to nibble on Tom's prize-winning chest again. He felt a leather gloved hand wrap around his cock. His mind screamed no as Eric tightened his grip and tugged downward on the fat nuts. His nuts were suddenly free and swinging between his quads.
Eric whispered into his lover's ear. "So you ready for my cock up that hot ass?" Tom hoarsely whispered no. Eric stopped in surprise as he two cops stepped back. Tom looked at the two hot public servants standing erotically in front of him. "You want more flogging? I've never flogged you as much as I have today." Tom shook his head no. Eric stepped around to face his bound son. "What do you want to do son?" Tom looked at the three muscular sweaty men standing in front of him.
Brown was beautifully muscular and blond, the perfect bottom boy. Winters was his tall, dark furry lover with a big man's dick and balls. Both men were dripping with sweat in their high boots, Sam Brown's and leather gloves. Tom studied Eric's face. The bright steely blue eyes, shaved head and salt and pepper goatee. The man had stripped off his leather shirt to bare the mountainous chest with gravity defying pecs and long hard nips covered with just the right amount of fur. The fur trailed off over the tight lower vascular abs. The deeply cut oblique muscles at Eric's sides pointed to the formidable horse cock. The cock that swung rigid and purple from the front of the shiny chaps. The chaps clung to thighs that had to be well over 30 inches now. They slid neatly into the high-top boots covering the thigh-sized calves.
Tom swallowed hard. Winters offered him a drink of cold water from a cooler Tom had failed to notice. "Can I have any sex scene I want?" The three men looked at each other and nodded. "I want to see Winters in that sling with Brown's cock buried in his throat while I fuck Brown." The two cops looked at each other and smiled willingly.
Brown groped his master's hard ass. "But what about Eric?"
"He gets to fuck Officer Winters." The cop's eyes opened wide as he looked down at the abnormally huge prick swaying from side to side in front of his new boss.
Eric smiled as Tom then looked at the beefy cop. "You man enough?"
"Oh, I'm man enough. I just don't know if my ass is deep enough."
"I'll volunteer." Brown headed for the sling.
"Whoa guys, I'm still tied up here." The three men untied the bodybuilder. They stood in a small huddle, kissing and groping.
Winters stepped toward the sling. "I don't suppose that thing gets smaller once you start fucking someone?" Brown looked hungrily at Eric's monster dick.
Tom stroked his hard cock and waved it a Brown. "Sorry, Winters, but that prick only gets bigger once it's up a tight ass. And you Brown, have to settle for my measly 10 inches, for now."
Brown pushed his lover toward the corner sling. "Get your ass in that sling pig. I'm taking that as a promise I get my turn after you." Eric watched with an amused smile as Tom choreographed the fuck scene.
He walked slowly over and stood between Winters upturned legs. "Tom here thinks by having me fucking two hot cop pigs that he won't get his turn. He's sadly mistaken."
"No sir. I've learned that by time you get to pounding my ass, without cumming, that that pole will be swollen to its absolute extreme. So, I patiently will wait my turn."
Brown spun around. "Wanna switch places?" Tom evilly smiled no. He turned the blond cop around and guided the hard eight-inch prick into Winters' mouth. Winters moaned loudly as his hole was assaulted from the other side. Tom placed the head of his dick against the smaller man's ass, reached up and grabbed the hooks supporting the sling and slowly began pushing his rod into the brick wall ass. His eyes connected with Eric's.
Brown felt his cock being pulled deeply into his lover's hot throat as his arms strained to support Tom's weight from behind. Tom angled his body so his dick entered the smaller cop and thrust up and into the rock hard ass. His arms encircled the cops as their sweaty bodies slid against each other in Tom's fucking rhythm. Brown had to fight to keep his eyes open and to keep his load from spilling down his lover's gullet. He watched as his lover squirmed in the sling. Eric carefully, slowly pushed his mega-dick into the beefy pig cop. The deeper it went the more excited the moans and whines became and the harder he sucked his partner's dick. Sweat dripped from Eric's face onto the purple throbbing cock of the prone man. He used the man's rigid tool to guide his assault.
Tom slowly increased the tempo and thrusts of his own cock assault to push Brown deeper into Winters forcing him further down on the pole ripping his ass. Winters moaning became higher pitched as the cock sunk deeper. Eric looked up into Tom's dark green eyes and bearded face. He pushed deeper getting his tool not quite two-thirds of the way into the frantic cop's ass. Winters reached back to grab Brown's thick thighs and pull the man flush against his red face. He had crossed the sexual line and was out of control sucking on his lover's cock. Brown went limp in Tom's arms. The beefy bodybuilder supported the man's weight as he pounded his butt. Tom stopped his rocking motion and let Eric take over the action from the ass end.
Brown watched through sweat stinging eyes as Eric rocked his muscle-bound lover in the sling fucking the man's limp helpless body. The rocking motion moved Winters mouth over his lover's spit dripping dick. Winters suddenly yanked Brown's thighs flush against his face again as the thickness stretching his ass caused him to unload stream after stream of thick cum in arches over his abs and chest. The force of his partner's cumming tripped Brown's control and he flooded his partner's throat with his own juice.
Tom watched Eric's face as the big man slowly nodded. Tom let Brown slump in his arms as he pulled his dick free and sprayed the man's prize butt with a glossy coating of spunk. Brown's cock slipped from Winters' gasping mouth. He reached down and ran his fingers through Winters' hot load.
"Fuck, there's like a quart of cum." Eric slowly pulled back as Winters muffled a scream. "I can't believe you got as much of that dick up his ass as you did." Winters babbled incoherently about not getting all of Eric's dick." The cops watched in amazement as Eric brandished his till turgid dick in front of them.
"Who's next?" Winters' struggled to release himself from the sling.
"Quick, let me out before he fucks me with that thing again. Remind me never to get you angry at me boss, I'd hate to face the consequences."
Tom chuckled. "The consequences are, he withholds sex." Winters leaned against his partner as his wobbly legs shook under him.
"You take that whole fucking monster up your ass?" Tom nodded. "Right now, I gotta see this." Eric and Tom shrugged as Tom gladly relaxed in the sling and raised his thick 30-inch quads. "Good grief the man is like a total fuck pig." The two sweat and cum covered cops watched in awe as Eric impaled his muscle hunk lover on the freakish dick. To the nuts. "Holy shit, every last blessed centimeter. You're a better man than I am Mr. Bell."
"I ain't done yet. You got another load Officer Winters? Then get your big fat dick over here and let me suck it. And you, Officer Brown. These are pig tits, suck them and while you're there work on my big juicy cock head. I got another load if you want it." The cops did as directed and for the next 30 minutes the four muscle freaks worked the prize of beef in the sling. Tom held Winters' thighs to keep the cock buried deep in his throat.
Eric quietly fucked his boy. "It's time son." He slammed Tom's flailing body a few more times. "OK guys, give him your spunk." Winters pulled his dick free and jacked it onto Tom's massive fur-covered chest, as his lover did likewise. Eric buried his load deep in Tom's hot ass. The finale was Tom's own monster tool erupting like a fountain to add more juice to the two loads already covering his chest.
The two cops leaned against each other in a tired heap. "That was awesome. I, uh, no it's probably not ethical but once we get to working for you guys, I hope we can play again. I mean, I know it's tough as employer and employees but, well, I'll leave that up to you guys."
Eric helped Tom from the sling. "I try not to let my dick take over in work situations, but in my own home in our own playroom, well, we'll see." He only smiled evilly. Brown shuddered as his dick swung back to full attention. "I'll take that as a definite yes for later."
Winters walked across the room to another side door. "We have a large shower down here if you guys want to get cleaned up. I think the drain can handle all the cum and fur."
"All right, showers are one of our favourite things." Tom pulled the cops in with him. "Uh, you know guys I don't have any clue what your first names are."
"Ron."
"Ron."
"You're both Ron? OK, well, I'll try not to get you confused." He slapped their asses as they turned on the water.
Eric slowly walked across the room and stood in the shower door. "You know. I can't help thinking we are forgetting something. Like we're supposed to be somewhere or maybe I was supposed to return a call."
Marsh and Jack lay across the desk top in a sweaty heap. "Thank heaven this is an off night from the gym, I don't think I could handle a workout after that. You would think after all this time we wouldn't be so fucking perverted."
"What's perverted about having sex on your desk in your own office?"
"You have a post it note stuck to your shoulder. And, for another, sweaty skin sticks to these desk surfaces."
"I suppose we could have done it on the floor."
"Yeah, right, the last time we did that I heard about the rug burns for a week. What's wrong?"
"Eric never called me back about this message. Guess I'll try calling again before we leave. He needs to contact this guy about the tile for the bathroom and kitchen, and there seems to be another delivery problem with the marble he wanted."
"Well, ya know, when you go for the best, you pay the price."
"Guess so, you know, you have some blood on your butt from where the staple remover bit you."
"Kiss it and make it better." Jack turned Marsh around and dropped to his knees. He softly kissed the muscular butt. "Um, I don't think the staple remover is in there. Oh, I see. You're probing for any other lost desk accessories. How thoughtful, oh shit. Mmmmmmmmm, that call to Eric will have to wait a few more minutes."
The elevator ride was only five floors but both Doug and Mike were sporting obvious erections when they exited on their architect's floor. Mike pulled Doug into the men's room and dropped to his knees. He had Doug's dick buried in his throat before the man could blink and he knew all the tricks to get Doug off quickly. Ten minutes later they sat flushed in their architect's office.
"Thanks for seeing us after hours like this, we appreciate it." Mike smiled his biggest disarming grin at the humpy, but straight, man.
"Oh no problem, but you didn't have to rush over here and get all out of breath."
"Uh, well, you know, traffic. Something's always coming up." Doug felt his face go red as Mike chatted away.
Bill and Steve were having coffee in the hotel lobby when Eric and Tom returned. "Hey, guys, you do exist. I was beginning to think you left us on this trip all alone." Tom flopped onto the sofa next to Bill and squeezed the big man's thigh.
"We spent the afternoon getting to know a couple of new guys Eric hired for this security thing back home."
"So they meet with your approval?" Eric laughed out loud as Steve sat looking confused at his comment's reaction.
Bill and Steve looked at each other suspiciously. "You two didn't fuck them simple and leave them for dead somewhere did you?"
Eric waved for a waitress. "Would we do that, don't answer? Let's just say we tested their stamina."
Bill slid his thick arm around Tom's broad shoulders. "Guys, how realistic are these tests, I mean, hmm, I smell soap. Someone's just had a shower. OK, so you fucked them simple in a sex scene and did the shower thing with them?"
"Ooooooo, I want to do the shower thing."
"Shut up Steve. Anyway, so these guys are still moving to take jobs with you?"
Tom giggled. "They're packing now."
"Good grief. Oh, by the way, Marsh tracked us down. Something about needing to talk with you right way and losing the marbles." Silence.
Eric blinked as he sipped his coffee. "Well, we all know where Marsh is most likely to keep those marbles. He probably means the stuff I was trying to get for the master bath."
Tom tilted his head. "I thought we agreed not to go overboard."
"I took the plunge." Tom sighed. "Oh, honey, honey, you'll love it."
"Right Karen."
"I better call him before they get distracted for the evening. Where's my cell phone? So what's on your agenda tomorrow guys?"
"One more trip to get some more wine shipped. Then there's some stuff we bought for the new house we need to check on, after that nothing but packing for the return."
"Want to come with us tomorrow morning?" Tom gave Eric another questioning look. "I have a photo shoot scheduled for Tom." Tom opened his mouth to speak. "Nothing like that, not with any porno house, relax. Just a few tasteful shots by this really great guy who does hot work. I want to get photos of Tommy while he's in his furry mode. I know this doesn't always last long before he shaves it all off." Tom rolled his eyes.
Steve looked at Bill and shrugged. "You mean like leather shots, nudes, tasteful art poses?" Eric nodded. "Sure. Then can we do the shower thing?"
To be continued, comments-suggestions? lennoxbear@aol.com