Feelings of Security

G-Village....Built It, They Will Cum, part 35 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.

Sunday Afternoon. Vic sat at the computer and searched for nothing in particular and not even porn. He ended up watching men on a web cam setup. He just sat and stared with no reaction. Joe stood in the doorway and quietly watched for several minutes.

"Vic, there's nothing you could have done. Nothing."

He looked back as Joe walked across the room and tenderly rubbed the cop's broad shoulders. "I know. I keep telling myself that. But I can't quite accept it. Must be the cop in me. I mean after Ted was shot, I uh, well, I still have nightmares that I'll lose someone else that way. It's like my being a cop means I should be able to prevent it."

"Being a cop doesn't mean that people won't get into trouble, or shoot each other. It happens, it's life. What is hard to accept for any of us is that a friend of ours was shot. You can't let this feeling that you can prevent it from eating at you." Joe ran his hands down over the thick pecs and fingered the knobby nipples under the flannel shirt. "Kurt and Ron and Ron, are downstairs, come on down. Maybe we can watch a movie or something."

Vic rubbed his head against his lover's stomach and then started to sob. "Have you heard from Tom?" Joe shook his head no. "I just keep thinking of Ted. Can't get that picture out of my mind. And now Eric gets shot and falls over the deck railing." He turns the chair to hug Joe around the waist. His hands slowly move to his partner's beefy muscle butt and his tongue focuses attention on the round basket at his face level. Vic licks at the outline of the fat dick through the snug denim, feeling it grow under the worn jeans. He rubs Joe's butt and inhales the musky scent of his lover. Rivets pop as the big dick is set free and slides easily down Vic's throat.

"Hey guys, we're thinking of renting a movie, oops. Um, uh, guess this isn't a good time." Kurt stood in the doorway with the Rons behind him. Joe attempted to pull back but Vic only sucked the cock down harder. Kurt gestured with his hand. "Maybe we'll just give you a few minutes." Vic mumbled 'uh uh' through his cock-stuffed mouth and motioned for them to come into the room. He dropped to his knees as they approached and undid each man's jeans. He was surrounded by four stiff mouth-watering pricks and moved sensuously from one to the next. The four men worked each other's nips and exchanged deep, wet, tongue-filled kisses as Vic sucked.

Vic stood to drop his own jeans then bent over the office chair. The four men stripped and took turns fucking their cop buddy. Vic's face was almost emotionless as they pounded his muscle butt. His nips were raw from the previous night's workout but still begged for more. They each began fucking his face as they continued to do round robin on his ass.

Bruce and Steve went about getting Tom and Eric's house in order with the aid of the guys from the catering company and Red, Darrell and Ron. The quiet in the house was overwhelming until Bruce loaded a couple of classical CD's into the CD player. Marsh and Jack returned from the hospital with little news. Tom was with Dan as they waited for Dr. Pratt to determine what was happening. Red flopped on the sofa in the den and idly clicked through the TV channels. He rubbed a surgery scar through his jeans on his thick quad and sighed deeply.

Bruce flopped down next to him. "Whacha thinking guy?"

Red bit his lip and settled against Bruce. "The whole time I was going through this cancer stuff and all the weird skin problems, either Tom or Eric was there. I tried to send them away but they wouldn't go. I owe them so much. After all, they are the reason I got out of that fuckass awful relationship hellhole I was in in San Francisco. Well, them and Darrell and Ron. And then Eric rescues Tom and me from that sex ring bullshit in Chicago. You know, the one where Ted got killed. Everywhere I've been these last couple of years, everything I've done, those guys have been there for me. And now I feel helpless."

"I'm sure the doctors are doing whatever they can. It's a bitch not knowing but there isn't much we can do but wait. Dan will call when they know something. Or Dell and Richard, I think they were going to check in on the way to the gym to check on things there. As for their always being there, that's the way Eric is. I've known him for, oh, over 20 years. He's the most unselfish person I know."

"He is that."

"When my brother's lover died back in 85 in Pennsylvania, Eric made arrangements for him to get to the funeral in Virginia and picked up the tab. Wouldn't hear about being paid back. And he didn't know my brother all that well. He did it out of friendship for me."

Steve sprawled on the opposite sofa. "You talking about Eric? He's a helluva man. So is Tom. When Eric's lover before Tom got killed in that motorcycle accident, well, most guys would have been a basket case. He made sure David's family was taken care of way before his own needs. And he and David were not on the best of terms at that time. To him, it was the right thing to do."

Darrell and Ron joined their buddies and talked about Eric as a boss. Marsh stood by the fireplace and smiled. "Yeah, he's an interesting person to work for, that's for sure. You work hard but he treats you with so much respect, you don't care. And he makes work enjoyable, not a burden. I'd do anything for the man. And speaking of work, I think I better get the word out. I'm going upstairs to do some email and make some calls. Jack can you help me?" The two men headed up to Eric and Tom's home office. The two catering guys took their place in front of the fireplace and asked question after question about Tom, Eric and the neighbourhood they were building.

A few minutes later they heard a loud 'omigod' from the office. "Guys, come up here, you won't believe this." The seven men hustled up the stairs to find Marsh and Jack. Marsh motioned at the computer monitor and the sex seen playing out on the screen.

Bruce took a deep breath. "We thought you had bad news about Eric. It's just some guys doing it in front of their webcam, big deal."

"Look again." Marsh waved at the computer. The 21-inch monitor clearly showed Vic being plowed and face-fucked by four beefy studs.

Red shook his head. "I can't believe they're broadcasting this."

Darrell tapped the screen. "Isn't this the webcam system we all put in to talk with each other?"

Ron shrugged. "So?"

Darrell pointed at Vic. "Think about it. Vic. Computer. He's lucky to know the keyboard from the mouse."

Red turned around skeptically. "You think they don't know this is on?"

"Let's find out." Darrell reached for the phone but Steve stopped him. They watched as Vic's ass received a forceful pummeling from Kurt that pushed Vic into the smaller Ron's crotch and the fat cock deep into the cop's mouth. Joe soon stepped up beside Ron and exchanged spit as Vic alternated from one juicy cock to the other. Darrell let out a deep rush of air, adjusted his own thickening dick in his jeans then punched in the number for the Internet phone and watched as the phone on the other end rang to life. Joe's head spun around on camera as he hit a key. "Nice little five-way you got going there buddy." Joe hit a key and the monitor on the computer in front of them changed to show the five of them naked and doing Vic. The Rons both struck front double biceps poses as their cocks swung from side to side in all their erect glory.

"Holy shit Vic, the webcam is on." The guys in Eric's office roared as the sex scene in Joe's apartment fell apart.

Darrell howled as out of control money shots unfolded on camera. "So much for your careers in porn."

Joe rolled his eyes as he checked the camera setup. "Good grief!! We've been broadcasting this whole thing out on the Internet. Uh, um, that's all folks." The monitor in Eric's office went black.

Darrell spoke into the telephone. "We only just switched to the camera. Marsh discovered it. Hell, who knows how many people were watching. Check your email to see if anyone responded? What? That many eh? Well, there's your answer, you got good ratings. No we haven't heard. We'll, uh, call you on the phone when we hear anything. In the meantime, do you want to turn the webcam back on?" The guys heard a loud NO from the receiver as Darrell hung up.

Ron hugged Red. "You better be sure we never broadcast any of our little scenes on the web buddy."

"Why not? I like being fucked clueless by two big beefy black men and I think lots of people want to see it."

Ron looked at him and shook his head. "Sorry, but I don't want my ass broadcast on the web."

"They'd be watching your cock slamming my ass.

"Oh shut up."

Darrell hugged Ron away from Red. "Stop it you two. We better get home and take care of things there? Marsh, call us if you hear anything?" Marsh nodded. "Bruce, how long you guys in town?"

"We were only going to be here till Tuesday but I think I'll stay. Steve has to get back to Pittsburgh."

"You want to do dinner later?"

Bruce looked at Steve. "I guess we have to eat though I don't feel much like it. Yeah, let's say six o'clock."

Darrell pushed Ron and Red toward the door. "OK, we'll call you a bit later? You guys joining us?"

Jack shook his head no. "Not sure, we're going to head home and stay near the phone in case staff call. Not in the food mood right now."

"I understand. What about you guys?" Darrell looked toward the catering guys.

"No, thanks anyway, but we're working a fund raiser tonight. Can you call us with news? We both really like Eric and Tom, please?" Marsh nodded.

Bruce and Steve stood all alone in Eric and Tom's huge house. They walked arm in arm back down to the den and hugged for a long long time in front of the fireplace. A few minutes later they were asleep in each other's arms on the sofa.

Doug and Mike sat in Eric and Tom's old house with Rick at the kitchen table. Rick sat with is hands over each other, arms outstretched, thick and furry in a snug T-shirt. His nips were swollen from the sex play the night before. Doug sipped his coffee and studied Rick's handsome rugged face. "So what are you going to do?"

Rick shrugged. "I don't have a fucking clue. I feel like a total fuck-up. Don't know if I'm straight or gay. I mean, I really enjoyed all the sex and sucking dick and getting fucked. A lot more than I ever expected. Fuck, I never thought I'd do any of that stuff. But, I just don't know about how my girlfriend fits in, I still love her. And I want kids. There's a part of me that doesn't know if I could ever have what Eric and Tom have, or you guys. I mean, what's it like waking up with a hairy dude next to you every day?"

Mike leaned back and put his hand out on Doug's shoulder. "It's great. Especially when his dick finds my ass." Rick blushed. "Sorry."

"No, problem. I just don't know how I feel."

Doug took Mike's hand in his. "And that's only something you can answer. It may take some time and for sure it won't be easy."

"Yeah, I gotta talk with my girlfriend, too."

Mike's eyes open wide. "You aren't going to tell her what you did?" Rick shrugged again. "Oh no. Not until you have a clearer picture of what you want in life. You go and tell her you spent the night sucking and fucking with a bunch of hairy muscle freaks and she'll slap you senseless then leave. And then what if you decide you really wanted that relationship? You'd be left standing with a hardon and your right hand. Lots of couples have secrets, at least, until they get close enough to deal with all the good and bad. Don't fuck it up unnecessarily."

Doug agreed. "Give yourself time." He squeezed Rick's big round bicep and smiled.

Rick took a deep breath and let out a long low sigh. "Yeah, I guess. S'pose I should get going. I'll see ya at the gym tomorrow Mike and we can get things finalized for the new place." He got up to leave. His jeans pulled down in front from the swollen balls and semi-hard dick.

Mike hugged him. "I'm here if you need to talk. You going over to your girlfriend's?"

"No, she's still away with her parents visiting some aunt somewhere in Indiana."

"You want to join us for dinner? I'm sure we'll be getting together with some of the guys and to try to find out about Eric."

Rick swallowed hard. "I'd like to but it just might make me too horny. My nuts'll explode."

Doug glanced at the fat basket. "Huh, they look close now. But ya know, you're not going to be able to decide what you want in life by avoiding men. You're going to have to work with a bunch of muscle sissies and you might as well start adapting now."

Mike leaned backed indignantly. "Muscle sissies? I protest. But he's right in a way. Call us, ok?" Rick agreed as he pulled his motorcycle jacket back on. They hugged as he headed out the front door. Mike leaned against the banister after closing the door. "You think he'll be all right?"

Doug laughed. "Yeah, I just hope he's ambidextrous to give both hands a workout. Or his girlfriend is going to be very lucky."

"God, I hope they use condoms. There could be a bunch of little Rick's running around." Both men stopped. "Hmm, that may not be such a bad thing." The door opened as the two men kissed.

"Hey stop that. Didn't you get enough of that last night?" Bill, Steve, Jim and Al sauntered in.

Mike groped Doug's basket. I never get enough."

Doug slapped his hand. "I can vouch for that. Where you guys been?"

The men walked back to the den and got comfortable. Jim put his arm around Al and sighed. "We thought we'd put our energy into getting things done for the houses. To keep our mind off of Eric, any word?" Mike sighed no. "We got a lot done but couldn't help worrying. We need to get back to Chicago tonight. Gotta work in the morning. Where are Kurt and the Rons squared?"

"Over at Joe and Vic's. Vic is pretty torn up. You cops got a thing when a friend gets shot?"

Al hugged Jim closer. "Some of us don't get used to it that's for sure. A real down side to the job. And speaking of down side, what's with Rick? He looked depressed as hell, well, except for his dick."

"He's got some thinking to do, you know, am I straight, am I gay?"

Bill glanced at Steve. "Hmmm, if he needs to do a comparison study, I'll help. Hot little dude."

Steve jabbed at the big man's rock hard abs. "You're so generous."

Bill rubbed his shaved head and smiled. "Aren't I though. Seriously, he should talk to us about having to keep up images, it ain't easy. We'd both be out of jobs if people found out we were gay. What a fucked up world?"

The men generally agreed. Doug walked in with a fresh pot of coffee. "Well, I'm sure he'll find support among us if he needs it." Steve held up a finger to quiet Bill. "You guys heading back to Chicago tonight too?"

"No, I think we're going to stay a couple more days if that isn't a problem." Mike indicated it wasn't.

"We should probably call around and see if anyone is doing dinner later. I feel really sick about Eric but I think we should eat." The friends all agreed then sat silently in couples and quietly enjoyed each other's company.

Rick headed his pick up back toward his apartment. He decided to make a quick stop to get something for his nervous stomach. He walked out of the drug store and was about to enter a coffee shop for something to eat to quiet his screaming hunger when he spotted Dave and Bob walking in his direction. The two men were still in leather jeans and t-shirts and getting more than their share of attention from passing shoppers.

"Hey guys, how are you?" Rick tried not to stare at the stretched baskets and the muscular chests visible through open jackets on the slightly cooler day.

"Not bad all considered. You coming from Tom and Eric's? Any word yet?" Rick slowly said no. "We don't quite know what to do with ourselves. Can't hang out at the hospital cause he's in intensive care and only Tom can get in. So we came down to get something from my shop and have a bite to eat.

"Oh yeah, I forgot your shop was down here. How's that going?"

Dave's face brightened. "Thanks to Eric, it's super. This store has always done well. I'll have another in that plaza he's building and I'll also have the shop in the new gym. I can buy more and offer better deals, plus get more people into the holistic way of supplementation. Works for us. You OK?"

"Uh, hangin. Upset about Eric and for being a total fucking lunatic last night. I'm having some issues over what side of the fence I am on."

Bob looked at the anguish in Rick's eyes and squeezed his shoulder. "It takes time but you can't back away and hide. Sooner or later you have to make decisions for yourself. Too many guys try to pretend things will go away. They don't but we can be there as friends to support you. No matter what you decide, we're all still your friends. You want to get something to eat?"

"Yeah. Never finished what I had at Eric's after the shooting. My stomach is screaming and my nerves are a mess."

Dave opened the door to the cafe. "Ours too. Coffee will help that." Bob rolled his eyes. The three men secured a corner table and chatted over a light meal. Rick poured out his heart as Dave and Bob recounted the story of their lives together in the last year and a half. Two hours later as they were walking out the front door, Bob turned to say goodbye. Rick took a deep breath and bit his tongue.

"Look, I'll just be blunt. Can we go back to your place and.....play?" Bob looked doubtful. "I know. I'm a mess."

Bob studied the rugged face with its three-day growth of stubble, the thick pecs under the tight white t-shirt and the obvious hard dick in the faded jeans. "There are probably a million reasons why we shouldn't but right now all I want to do is get naked with you two." Dave took a deep breath as the three men headed to Bob's place. Twenty minutes later they were naked with Rick as the center of a hot muscle worship session.

Tom had accompanied Eric in the ambulance at Tom Pratt's insistence and the paramedics disdain. The trip to the hospital, which was only minutes away, seemed to take twice as long. He watched helplessly as the men wheeled Eric into the Emergency Room and the swinging doors flapped closed in his face. Tom Pratt had managed to get Eric's harness off of him and now Tom stood in the brightly lit hallway clutching the leather straps. He quietly looked around for a waiting area and realized people were staring. It was December and even though unseasonably warm, he was dressed for what most people consider summer. Maybe. A 40 something nurse came over and gently took his arm. Tom smiled nervously as she took in his attire of leather jeans, boots and harness. His thick muscularity and pierced nips met with both unapproving and amused glances.

"You Tom Bell?" The shorter woman kindly smiled. Tom nodded. "Tom Pratt asked me to help you. There are some forms we need to complete." She guided him to a corner desk and offered a chair. "Here, I know it's warm out but you'll be cold in no time in here. It ain't much but we don't have much more to offer." He took the offered hospital gown and slipped it on backwards so his chest was still exposed. "Hmm, so much for one size fits all. And from what I saw of your partner, he's even bigger. Nice harness?"

Tom laughed. "Thanks. Yeah, I guess I must look pretty foolish." The woman offered him coffee.

"No. Quite the opposite. If I wasn't a dike on a bike I'd go for ya." Tom looked at the woman's smiling face and relaxed. "He'll be fine, Pratt will make sure of that. It's a bit slow this morning so he'll get the best attention. Unfortunately, we do have required paperwork so, Mr. Bell." She calmly guided Tom through the forms and reassured him Eric would be fine. Sue, as her tag said, kept him from falling into an emotional abyss and crying as he wanted to do. The fact that she was a lesbian and open to him gave a different angle to the paperwork. Tom thanked her for her consideration. "You're welcome. Ours is not an easy community. The least we can do is make it better for each other."

"Funny. This happened in the middle of a brunch thing we were doing. In the middle of a group of our friends and I've never felt more alone."

Another older black woman leaned over his shoulder and handed him several pieces of paper. "Honey, you're not alone, but I ain't an answering service. You're friends have been calling. You probably need to find someone who can call them back. Oh my, you are a big one. Sue, the boys on three will be in a frenzy. Mr. Bell, you try not to worry."

Tom looked confused as Sue finished the forms. "We have a couple of gay nurses upstairs who will be finding any reason to come down here to get a look. Not that I blame them. "I'm sure he won't mind, so do you want to use Dr. Pratt's office? It's down the hall."

"Yeah. I can call some people from there. Thanks." He followed her to Tom's office even though he knew where it was. A security guard met them to unlock the door and shook Tom's hand.

"I saw you compete and win that contest this past summer. It takes balls to get up there and compete. Takes even more courage as an openly gay man to do it. I'm not gay but I appreciate the stand you took and all the hard work. Hope everything will be OK for your partner." Tom thanked him and walked into the dimly lit office. Sue handed him a slip of paper with her phone extension.

"You call if you need anything. Dr. Pratt will be in as soon as he knows something. Try to relax." She left him alone and quietly closed the door. Tom stood at the window and looked out at the parking lot and trees. He slipped off the hospital gown and stretched his tired body. The cool office air tightened his nips and made them stand out full and erect. He laid Eric's harness across a chair and sat on the sofa as he thumbed through the messages. His parents were the first he called. Kyle and Mark had already told them about the shooting. They were basically just waiting to hear from Tom. He asked them to call Marsh and Jack and have them call everyone. He fought back tears as he hung up the phone.

"There you are. Hey buddy, you OK?" Dan walked into the office with Nick. The three men hugged as Tom wiped tears from his face. "Any word yet?" Tom swallowed hard. "We brought you a change of clothes and some for Eric, just in case. Figured you'd be more comfortable in jeans and sweatshirt than leathers."

"I've created quite a stir in my leather and I am very comfortable in people seeing me dressed this way but damn, it's cold in here."

Dan rolled his eyes. "Yeah well, you know Tom. He likes it cool, except for his men, me." Dan bounced his big pex. I thought I'd get to the restaurant and get something thrown together to feed this group at 6. You think you'll want to eat by then." Tom shrugged. "OK, I'm going to take off. Call if you need anything. I'll se ya later Nick." Dan hugged Tom again as he left.

Tom stood in the middle of the room and bit his lip. Nick wrapped his thick arms around the younger man and held him tightly. "I thought I'd hang with you here and keep ya company, if you don't mind. And I brought your truck over. Figured you'd need it at some point." Tom thanked him.

"Guess I'll change clothes." Tom slowly stripped as Nick locked the office door. He watched as Tom pulled off the clunky boots and leather jeans. The man he had shaved smooth the previous night now stood before him, naked and perfect. He walked over and tenderly kissed him. Tom's breathing increased and his eyes stayed closed as the heat from Nick's thick body enveloped him.

"He'll be OK Tom, he's a tough guy." Tom wrapped his arms around the darker man's waist and sighed. "Doc Pratt will walk through that door at any moment and tell you that everything will be just fine." Nick ran his large lifting callused hands over the wide arching lats of Tom's smooth back. Every muscle was perfect and taunt. His hands caressed the marble smooth solid ass and stopped. "Uh, Tom, I'm, ah, getting a bit, just a bit sexually aroused." Tom hugged tighter. "Oops, my mistake. It's up and ready to go. Tom we better stop. We're in a doctor's office in the middle of a hospital and you're obviously hard. Jesus, that's sucker's big." Tom walked back over to the desk and bent over.

Rick studied the thick fat cock he held tightly in his hand. The big head was pink and wet as it oozed a clear sticky gob of pre-cum. Thick veins pulsed all along the stiff shaft. And as hard as Bob's big cock appeared, it still had a velvety texture and soft suppleness to it. He pulled the thick skin up and back over the mushroom cap. A move that forced a guttural moan from deep inside Bob. Rick's tongue toyed with the deep slit as he sucked down the precum and moved his eager tongue back down the shaft. Back down to the construction worker's big fat ballsac covered with wisps of red hair. He knew how much he loved it when his girlfriend sucked his nuts and managed to get them both in her mouth. Now he was finding out how much he liked being the one sucking big, fat juicy nuts deep into his own mouth. He pulled back slightly to tighten his grip on Bob's nuts. Men really liked the quick rush of pain from the constriction on their nuts. Bob's gasping only made him suck harder. A technique his girlfriend had yet to master on him.

"Unless you want to be washing my cum outa your beard, back off buddy." Bob placed his hand lightly on Rick's short buzzed head. Rick let the big nuts flop wetly out of his mouth. He waited all of about five seconds before swallowing the thick shift to the base. "OK, yeah, sure that's better, awwwwww." He held Rick's head in place to keep him from sucking and to let the urge to flood the man's throat subside.

Rick arched his butt higher to improve the hit on the spot Dave was pummeling with his cock. The buzz moving through his body from the long dick the teenager drove deep into him was making him light-headed. His nuts screamed for release. Rick tried to think of other things to quell the pleasure in his ass. He envisioned what his bubble butt must look like in the air with the horsecock buried deep in the asscrack. Cripes, weren't teenager's supposed to be quick to cum? This kid's been pounding my ass for 20 minutes. The force of Dave's fucking and the pressure of Bob's hand on his head kept his mouth firmly planted on Bob's root. Rick's felt as if he was losing touch with reality. Dave suddenly pulled out and a whine escaped from Rick.

"On your back bear. We're leaving out a good part here." Dave flipped the surprised muscle hunk, lifted Rick's cut legs into the air and far to the side as he bent him over. A grunt of pain and pleasure came from Rick as Dave pushed the slippery dick back into its fuck space. Rick felt his head at the edge of the bed as Bob's cock smacked his cheek. Bob held his chin still as the big red uncut log slid back down his throat. Hot hands began twisting the biker's raw tits. The harder they twisted, the more he bucked his ass to meet the cock pulverizing his prostate. His hands were directed to Bob's own thick pec knobs. Rick's girlfriend liked having her boobs squeezed but never roughly. Men wanted it rough. The rougher he twisted Bob's tits the deeper the cock drove into his mouth. Dave slowed his fucking as he began to stroke Rick's purple throbbing dick. Rick's abs convulsed as he fought off shooting his load.

Bob pulled his dick from Rick's mouth, widened his stance and straddled the prone man's head. Rick worked his tongue and mouth over the bouncing balls. Bob never touched his dick, never let go of Rick tits and unleashed a flood of thick cum onto Rick's fur-covered pecs and abs.

Dave pulled back, gave his cock a couple of strokes and let fly another round of cum ribbons onto the panting man's abs. Rick let go of Bob's balls, rested his head against the man's stomach and watched as Dave finally gave him the release that he needed. The teenager stroked the beefy man's dick and watched as manjuice shot several feet into the air and back to join the two sticky loads already covering the muscle hunk. Rick's whole body twitched with the beat of his spurting spunk. His chest expanded and contracted from running the sexual mile he had just completed. Dave flopped down to his right and chuckled as the man flexed his stiff legs.

"I used to think it was a joke about throwing your legs into the air. Now I can't decide if I like screwing or getting screwed better. I do too much heavy squatting to have the best flexibility."

Bob dropped to his left and played with Rick's swollen nuts. "Well, I'd say you have a few more go arounds like that and you be flexible in places you never thought possible. This puppy's still hard." He bounced Rick's dick off his stomach.

"Hell, my whole body is like one big tingling sex nerve right now. It may be awhile before it goes soft."

"Well, in that case." Bob grinned evilly. He jumped up, straddled Rick's hard cock as he stood up on the bed and lowered his butt onto the turgid prick.

"Holy shit! How do you do that with no lube?"

"After that session we just had, you kidding. My ass is so wet, Eric could fuck me." Dave looked at him in disbelief.

"Yeah right."

Rick felt his body igniting in heat again. Bob rubbed the sticky loads deep into the man's torso as he fucked himself on the hard cock. "Well, I ain't never had the opportunity of having Eric's prick up my ass cause I always thought it too big. But since Davey boy and I here takes turns with each other and since he's like a slightly smaller prick than Eric, well, I've opened myself up a lot." Rick and Dave just groaned.

Rick moaned. "I hope Eric is going to be all right. In the meantime Dave, my mouth is available."

Tom finished pulling his boots back on just as Tom Pratt entered the office. "Hey guys. I didn't know what I might find with my door locked." He glanced at Nick's crotch, which still showed the fat outline of big manmeat.

"Nah, doc, nothing happened. Tommy stopped me before I did something stupid." Nick smiled at his buddy and sat on the edge of the desk.

Tom stood up and straightened his sweatshirt. "What's the word? How is he?"

Tom Pratt sat in a chair in front of his own desk as Tom Bell paced. "Well, the bullet wound is a piece of cake. It went cleanly through that big quad. He won't be squatting for a while but the leg will be fine. It's his head that concerns me." Tom Bell's face went pale as Nick squeezed his hand. "I don't know exactly how he went over the deck railing but the fall is the worst part. He hit his head hard. There's a fracture and we're keeping an eye out for clotting and any brain swelling. He's going to have one helluva headache for some time. We have him wired for everything we can monitor and are constantly checking. I won't kid you, head injuries can be tricky."

"Can I see him?"

Pratt put his finger in the air. "Only for a couple of minutes, he needs to rest and he's really out of it. Don't go getting that donkey dick aroused, the blood pressure might hurt him. He's in 205." Tom hurried out the door. "Zip up before that schlong escapes." Tom grabbed his crotch and zipped his jeans. "I'll be down in a couple of minutes to check on you two." Tom was already out of the room.

Nick bit his lip. "Is this one of those heads injuries that can kill him?"

Pratt sighed and took another deep breath. "Yeah, yeah it is. We have to keep a really close watch. Funny, I always pictured Eric as having a massive coronary in the gym at 80 trying to bench 500. This is not what I expected at all. How long you here till?"

"I was planning on going back to LA on Tuesday, but I can extend that until next weekend."

"Good. I think Bruce is planning to do the same. I want you guys to keep Tom occupied. I don't want him living in my office or trying to sleep in his truck. He'll drive us all nuts and worry himself sick. Take him over to Dan's for dinner at 6 and then make sure he goes home. Strap him in the damned sling and fuck him senseless if you have to." Nick looked shocked. "Yeah sounds drastic, but Tom will truly make himself sick worrying."

"Well, I guess I could be up for the fucking senseless part."

Tom laughed. "Given this group of friends, they'd all rise to the occasion. I'm going to go check on them."

Tom walked into Eric's room and found his lover quietly resting. Eric could hardly open his eyes but managed a small smile. "Hey buddy, I really fell head over heels again for ya." Tom squeezed his big meaty hand. Wires ran everywhere. "Pratt says my leg will be fine but my heads a bit scrambled."

Tom swallowed hard. "He told me. He said you need to be careful and not go doing anything too strenuous." Eric's smile widened. "He specifically mentioned no sex." Eric tried to look innocent. "Nice try bucco, you behave."

Eric looked deeply into Tom's green eyes. "Don't worry, I intend to listen to him. Hell, I feel like a fucking marionette. Damned wires." Tom stroked the thick forearm. "You gotta finish some stuff with Marsh and Jack this week, that OK?"

"Yeah, we'll take care of everything. And I'll take care of you."

Eric's eyes closed a bit more. He let out a quick breath. "I know you will."

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