Feelings of Security

G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 40 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.

Tom flopped onto his side and managed to get one eye open in order to squint at the alarm clock. Six AM. Way too early to get up but he had to pee like a race horse plus dispel Eric's 'residue' from the fucking his ass had gotten. He rolled out from under Eric's think arm, stumbled to the bathroom and closed the door. The image that greeted him in the mirror when he finished and washed his hands definitely said lack of sleep. He could see out of the sliding doors to the upper deck from the bathroom. The sun wouldn't be up for another hour and a half at least; after all it was December. So why was he up? His hands automatically went to his sore pierced nipples and rubbed. The stab of pain shot straight to his dick. It began to thicken and droop from the massaging of his warm hand. A low moan escaped. As he looked out over the lake and woods, he thought he saw someone duck back into the trees to escape the moonlight. Man he needed to get back to bed. He turned off the light and looked again. He was almost positive he could see the outline of a man at the water's edge. He shook his head and blinked.

Nah couldn't be. Most of their guests had left by 1 AM except for a few regulars who stayed around for some fun times in the playroom. This couldn't be one of their friends? Tom's mind had to be playing tricks on him. He stretched his neck and sore jaw. He needed to drink some juice to counter the stiffness of sucking Eric's boner for an hour. The small fridge in the bedroom was not stocked so it meant a trip to the kitchen. Bill and Steve were snuggled in the first bedroom with Bruce and Steve. One too many Steve's for sex? Tom giggled. The four beefy men really filled the king-sized bed. They looked hot even sleeping together in a lump. Like big muscle-bound puppies.

The door to the second bedroom was also open. Holy shit. He totally missed this invitation being extended. The sex in the playroom had been hot and truly one sided but there they were snuggled up together and looking really beat. Ducky and Rick. Rick's dark furry body was snuggled against Ducky's mass of black muscle. The huge muscle-knotted arm draped around Rick's broad shoulders. Rick was even asleep with a big shit-eating grin on his face. Tom grimaced at the thought of how sore the man's ass was going to be in the morning. It was morning.

The hardwood of the stairway was cold on his bare feet. The house seemed to be a bit colder than the usual programmable thermostat setting. He headed down the hallway to the kitchen but backed up to look in the den. The sleeper sofa was unfolded. The large mattress looked challenged by the four bodies it held. Dave, Bob, Joe and Vic. Hmm, a foursome he would not have put together. He backed up to look in the living room and saw Red, Darrell, Ron, Sonny and Tim zoned out in a huge pile on the floor. He must have been in a total fucking stupor from sex cause he didn't remember this many men saying they were staying over. Ok, he didn't remember any of it. Granted his position in the sling didn't exactly lend itself to social conversation. Still, he had hardly had anything to drink. His vision must have been blocked by Eric's thick bush and cock pelting his face. He grabbed a carton of orange juice and headed back to the bedroom. Eric would probably appreciate some when he woke up. He noticed the security alarm had not been set when he passed the front door. In fact the door was unlocked. He turned the lock but the alarm wouldn't set when he entered the code. The reading said a door in the basement was open. Shit. The heat in the basement would be even less but he decided his naked beef could handle it.

The door from the basement that led out to the back yard was under the deck area. It was open just slightly. As he pushed it shut, he saw a thin pale face look back at him from outside the side window. He let out a muffled whoop and dropped the juice but still managed to slam the door and throw the bolt. Jim and Al were at his side in seconds.

"What's wrong?" Al instinctually checked the door. A shaken Tom looked at the window then at them.

"Where'd you guys come from?" The two naked cops stood in front of him having obviously been rousted from either hot sex or wet dreams. Their stiff pricks waved in the cool air.

"We were sacked out on the sofa in the corner by the basement fireplace. Why'd you scream? You OK?" Al took hold of Tom's left arm and held tight.

Tom looked confused and couldn't speak for several seconds. "I, I came down to lock the door when the alarm wouldn't set. The door was open a bit and when I closed it and looked out the window, there was this face looking back in at me."

Jim turned on the outside lights and stepped out under the deck. The white light illuminated his naked skin in the cold morning air. "I don't see anyone but there are tracks out here in the snow. Shit, when did it snow." He stepped back inside as Al glared at him for not just going outside without protection but without clothes. "Why would someone be outside here at, what time is it?"

Tom bent to pick up the dented juice carton. Fortunately, it had hit his foot and didn't break. "It's probably close to 6:30 by now. And I don't know why someone would be out there."

"Maybe they're coming back to finish what they didn't do the first time?" The three men turned to see Vic, with Joe, Bob and Dave all standing naked behind him.

Tom stepped away from the door. "What? What are you talking about?" He looked around at all the naked beef. "This is like a naked Hardy Boys at Venice Beach."

Vic opened the door and looked outside at the footprints. "Well, we still don't know who shot at Eric. So maybe they were coming back to check things out. Maybe they didn't expect anyone to be up at 6 AM on a Sunday. I'll call this in and have someone come out and check on things. You OK Tom?"

A now visibly shaken Tom stood in the arms of Jim and Al. He looked quietly around the room. "Yeah, I'm fine. I hadn't given that much thought but you're right. We don't know who shot Eric. I'm going back upstairs to see if my scream, god that was so nelly, woke him up. I'm not going to wake anyone else up, why don't you get some rest. Vic, come get me if the police need anything."

"What did he look like?"

Tom shrugged. "Scraggy. Thin pale face. Didn't get a good look. But really very pale, hunter's cap, license hanging from it. Unshaven, moustache but it was too dark to see much else. I'm going upstairs." The men watched as Tom's beefy muscle butt swaggered up the stairs.

Joe looked at Vic with a suspicious squint in his eyes. Vic walked to the phone in the workout area. "Why don't you guys try to get some sleep? I'm going to talk to the boys down at the office." Joe headed back upstairs with Dave and Bob. Jim and Al returned to the warmth of the sofa. Vic walked over to them a few minutes later and asked if they had seen anything. Both men said no.

Al pulled the big cop to the bed to warm him up. "You have any ideas?"

"You mean besides being under the covers with two other big beefy cops?" His face darkened. "Yeah, as a matter of fact I do."

Tom walked back into their master bedroom, put the juice in the side fridge and slid under the covers with a groggy Eric. "Hey where were you?" A big meaty arm pulled him close.

"Downstairs getting some juice. Did you know half our friends were still here asleep in various corners of the house?"

"Oh, I thought some of them might camp out since we went to bed at 2 and they were still at it in the playroom and gym."

Tom shook his head in disbelief. "Working out? Was I drunk? I didn't drink that much. I don't remember having sex with them. I remember our coming up here after you fucked me downstairs and then your pounding my ass for like an hour. Oh shit, I do remember. I was sooooooo tired by midnight but I fucked Ducky and Rick. Oh shit, you fucked both of them, didn't you, and then we came up here. But, I need to tell you something else."

Eric mumbled from his pillow. "Can it wait, I didn't plan on getting up till 8:30 at the earliest?"

"No, when I went downstairs to get the juice I found the front door unlocked and, Eric? Eric? You awake?" Another muffled snore. Tom studied the handsome chiseled face and kissed his forehead lightly. A big arm pulled him closer. Tom pulled Eric's manmeat between his beefy quads and moaned to himself.

Like clockwork, Eric woke up at 8:30 and grudgingly got out of bed. He ran his hands over Tom's buff body but only got a slight stirring from the slumbering giant. Eric smiled at the young man's mumbling then got up and quickly showered. His dick really wanted to remain in bed with Tom especially after their fucking the night before. It was thick and bloated as he stuffed it into a pair of black jeans and pulled on a sweatshirt. Tom was still z'ing away when he headed downstairs. He had just finished putting coffee on when Dan and Tom Pratt arrived struggling with bags of groceries.

Eric kissed both humpy men and helped them with the bags. "What's all this?"

Dan tossed his jacket over one of the chairs in the breakfast nook and began unpacking. He was wearing a beat-up flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off to show the guns he had worked so hard to build. The material was stretched across the full round pecs and bunched up as it tucked into the waist of his faded jeans. "I looked around when we left last night and saw that you were going to have a houseful of people, like always. I figured I better be here to rustle up some hearty breakfast grub. And based on the sex I saw as I left, these men are going to be very, very hungry. Doug and Mike may have been the only ones besides us who didn't hang here late. And may I say, that Dougie is getting quite a body on him. Nice recovery from that accident last summer." Eric pulled several bills from his pocket but Dan waved the money aside.

Doc Pratt, equally hot, in a form fitting long-sleeve pullover began arranging bagels and Danish on a tray. "Based on the sex I saw, it's going to be a stand-up breakfast." He looked at Eric and grinned. "I brought musclepack supplements."

Eric turned his head smugly. "I don't know what you mean." He pulled plates, cups and glasses from the cupboards. "Shit, but my dick remembers, damn." He turned around slowly as Dan and Pratt stifled giggles. Eric's dick was obscenely pushing out and down on the front of his jean. "I think about last night and BOING!"

Pratt poured them coffee. "Well, if there was any doubt remaining that Rick had about being gay, fuck, no pun intended, but you shot that all to hell last night. It was one thing when he jumped in the sling and let Tom fuck him but sheesh, when he let you do it. And he took damn near every last blessed inch. Mother. He had to have stumbled out of here last night with one helluva sore asshole."

Eric sipped his coffee as he placed bacon strips on a cookie sheet for the oven. "Um, he didn't go home. The bedroom door is open upstairs and he spent the night with Ducky." Dan and Pratt looked at each other, tilted their heads, smiled and nodded approvingly.

Dan laid out everything he needed to make huge piles of scrambled eggs. "You know, I saw them working out together at the gym on Friday and they seemed to be having a great time with no sex involved. You think that might be a couple in the making?"

Eric shrugged. "Who knows? From what Tom and Red have told me, Rick has a lot of issues to sort through. Just because he let Tom and me fuck him, then spent the night with a huge, what, 6-foot 8-inch bodybuilding black stud. Your guess is as good as mine."

Dan adjusted his own basket as Pratt looked on with a bemused smile. "Um, you and Tom went upstairs to sleep, I assume? But Rick stayed in the sling and got royally fucked by um." He counted on his fingers. "Steve, Bill, Bruce, the other Steve and Ducky."

Tom Pratt put both hands on the granite counter and stretched his arms. "Good grief that's like over a yard of dick. I mean Bruce alone must be packing 13 inches." The three men looked at each other and winced. "Oh man, I'm getting too old to have seven men screw my ass in one night."

Dan walked over and hugged his other half. "Besides, it's your job to fuck me senseless."

Eric poured the remains of the first pot of coffee into a carafe. "I sure as hell ain't touching that line."

Jim and Al appeared at the top of the steps from the basement. "Good morning men." Both were freshly showered in jeans and T's.

Eric hugged them both. "The troops are finally stirring."

Al stretched and showed off his lean furry belly. "Is that what you call what he just did to my ass?"

Jim sipped a glass of juice. "It's my patented spiral hip maneuver." He rotated his hips in a circular motion

Al looked quietly at Dan as he stroked his moustache. "Yeah right. Please don't ever use that move on me." Jim was about to respond when Sonny and Tim appeared from the front room with Dave, Bob, Joe and Vic behind him. Before long the dining room and kitchen was filled with beefy men all chowing down on Dan's simple but ample breakfast. Only Tom, Ducky and Rick had yet to show.

Tom savoured the hot shower a few extra minutes before pulling on a snug pair of jeans and a cut down over-sized baggy shirt. He heard voices coming from Ducky's room but decided not to bother the two men. They'd hear the others downstairs and join soon enough.

In the bedroom, Ducky and Rick quietly talked about the prior evening's party. Rick sat up in bed and apologized over and over for his behaviour.

Ducky played with Rick's cock and balls under the covers. "No big deal. Can't say that I haven't been on the receiving end of a gang fuck myself. But, admittedly, none of the dicks were as big as you got last night. I'm jealous."

Rick puffed out his breath. "Well, I once again learned more about myself. I don't know what hit me but when we walked into that playroom and I saw the sling, well, it was meant to be. I wanted in that sling when Tom got out before anyone else had a chance to get it. And man, it was heaven when you bent down to eat my ass. It felt so damned good. Your tongue was perfect. Then that big strong hand on my dick. I look down and there's this handsome black stud eating me and this big black hand on my stiff dick. Every sex nerve in my body went off."

"How much did you drink last night?'

"Shit that doesn't matter. I'm a cheap drunk. Couple of beers and I'm sloshed. That's all it took last night. That and the time with you."

"And thennnnnnnn."

"Oh really, Tom and Eric walked back in to check on whether or not we have everything we needed. I don't think they were planning on sex but, stupid me, reaches out and starts groping both their baskets. And when Eric asked me if I knew what I was getting myself into, I lied. I mean, I've seen both of them in the showers at the gym but I had no idea that their hard dicks could kill an intern. And then it all just started happening."

Ducky stroked Rick's now stiff dick under the blanket as it bobbed between his legs. "Tell me. Eric came over and lifted my ass and buried that tongue, wow. All I could think was that my boss was eating my ass. This big muscle stud, arms as big as most men's legs, now naked, and my new boss had his tongue a yard up my ass."

Rick closed his eyes as the hot hand on his dick sent shockwaves rippling through his body. "I saw the look of heat on your face when you start eating my ass and sucking my dick. And then Tom appears above me. You know what it's like to look up at this shelf of chest muscle with two rings hanging from the tits, and those tight abs? And then he feeds me his dick. I thought, this man is going to suffocate me with his dick, you suck down my nuts and his whole fucking foot long cock is down my throat."

"Your whole body tensed at that point. Your nips like doubled in size as he twisted them and your dick, man, it like started swelling and dripping a steady stream of sweet juice. You don't smoke do you? Didn't think so. Your precum was really tasty and all I could do was suck and hope for more."

"I don't have any idea how long it was that Tom face-fucked me but then you stopped and I thought you were trying to fist me only to find out it's Eric's cock."

Ducky felt his nipples tighten and grow as he remembered watching Eric lube Rick's ass and slowly start pushing in with his latex covered prick. "Watching that monster slide into you was fucking unreal. You just kept moaning and sucking Tom's big dick. I just stood on the side and twisted a nip on both Tom and Eric. You were like moaning nonstop. And then, the minute I clamped down on your dick, zoom, you groaned and Eric sank the remaining shaft all the way to his nuts. It was like you started bucking for more."

"I've never been so hot for sex as I was last night. Ever. Never felt like that with a woman. Then, you and Tom changed places and I got to taste your sweet black dick. You got one big fucking prick buddy. And then Tom fucks me. He road me way harder than Eric. I thought he was going to make me loose it on your dick. All I could feel were these two stiff-as-glass-cocks in me and an even bigger one in my hand. Did Eric's cock ever get soft? They slammed my ass until I shot that first time."

"Man, your furry chest was covered in your own cum. By the way, it tastes as sweet as your precum."

Rick looked into the dark eyes of the handsome muscle stud lying next to him. He slid down and faced the big man to kiss him. "I know they didn't cum after that and I lost all control. The rest of those guys, woof. I've never dreamed so many muscle-freaks with huge cocks would fuck me. But you know what?"

"What?" Ducky pushed Rick on his back and hovered above him. "It didn't mean anything until you slid your cock up my ass. "Like now."

Ducky looked quietly into the unshaven handsome face and slowly kissed him. Without breaking the kiss he stretched out and pulled Rick on top of him. "Sorry buddy it's my turn." The smaller man brought Ducky's legs up on either side, slid them over his broad shoulders and rolled his ass up. The man's stiff black rod jerked in anticipation. Ducky handed Rick a rubber and lube. He slowly worked the man's stiff nipples as he felt Rick's cock slide into his deep muscle butt.

Vic slipped away from the brunch buddies downstairs and called the department from Tom and Eric's office. He could hear the sound of Ducky and Rick rutting in the guestroom down the hall over the noise of the men downstairs. Tom fielded jokes about his apron as he helped Dan cook eggs. He explained Marsh and Jack were having breakfast with Jack's parents and that Richard and Dell were saying goodbye to Richard's family before leaving on their drive to Florida. Jim and Al discussed Tom's morning incident with Joe in the corner and the rest happily chatted. Most had brought a change of clothes with them the night before. None of them had wanted to face the night air with bare asses hanging out of jocks or chaps. As it worked out few of them had ever left the house.

Rick and Ducky were locked in a deep kiss as Rick slammed Ducky's butthole and stroked his rock hard prick. Ducky felt the change in Rick's tempo. The fat prick pulverized the big man's prostate as he felt his back arch with another convulsive orgasm. He wrapped his muscular arms around the big man and held tight as waves of hot cum filled his ass. The big cock stayed hard in his ass for several more minutes. Vic heard the shower start running and chuckled at the conclusion of another successful coupling. The bedroom door was open a crack as he walked by and he sneaked a peek at Ducky standing and stretching in the middle of the room. Hard to believe that hulking beast of black muscle preferred to be bottom. The thick black uncut cock arched out over fat balls. Joe spotted Vic's growing cock from across the room when he reentered the kitchen.

"And just exactly what were you doing upstairs?"

"I was checking in with the boys down at the police station. They found footprints down by the lake that came right up to the house. Got a couple of good castings. Why what do you think I was doing upstairs?"

Joe poured himself another cup of coffee and discretely cupped the cop's big basket. "Thought maybe you were having a quickie."

"Ha. No. That's a word that has no meaning in this house. But I caught a glimpse of Ducky naked. Let's just say that everything is in proportion to his height. Hmm, possibly moreso."

"You know he likes to bottom?"

"Yeah but based on what I saw last night when he slammed Rick's hairy ass, he can top when coerced."

"Who are you coercing?" Eric walked up and goosed both men and rubbed their round butts.

"Oh Vic here is thinking he liked to try Ducky's big black dick up his ass."

"Hmm, really? Imagine that. Hope they're OK, I know Rick had a pretty hard night. Um, no pun intended." On cue, Ducky and Rick walked into the kitchen and said good morning to everyone. Rick looked more than a bit embarrassed as Tom and Red walked over to make him feel more comfortable. "Breakfast boys?"

The crew chatted and relaxed over a leisurely breakfast. Everyone was quick to welcome Ducky into the group of friends. Joe and Vic were intently talking over something in one corner as Red and Rick talked quietly in the front hallway.

Red chuckled at a somewhat nervous Rick. "Are you OK? Or did all that dick up your ass last night cause permanent damage?"

Rick looked at Red and then back at his feet. "No. No damage. In fact, my ass never felt better. My ass feels like it belongs, here, with all these humpy gay men. You were right buddy. I'm never going to look at a woman again and in fact..." He took a deep breath and looked at the faces.

"In fact what?"

"Is it possible to spend two days with someone, one man, and think, wow, like this is it? Like, this is the guy, the one guy; I want to really get to know? And it's not because we can be sexually versatile with each other but because we connected on a lot of levels other than sex, so quickly? Is that possible?" Red slowly nodded and gave him the paraphrased story of how he came to be partnered with Darrell and Ron. "Really? How lucky. Wow. All I could think of last night even when everyone else was plowing, and plowing my ass was that I wanted to be with Ducky. Even when Eric damn fucking split me in two with that, that, I don't have a word to describe that dick. Anyway, all I wanted to do was to get away with Ducky. And we woke up this morning in each other's arms and he let me fuck him. Man it was so right. I really want this. I want to try to make this the man. Is that wild?"

"No, not at all." The two men turned to see Ducky leaning against the banister. He walked over and looked quietly down at Rick. Red's smile did little to hide that he was about to burst. He waved and walked away. "Looks like I have myself a new job, a new home and a whole bunch of new friends. Not to mention a new man that I really want to get to know."

Eric walked into the kitchen, kissed Tom's ear and whispered. "Did you put mistletoe in the front hallway?" Tom shook his head no. "Hmm, well, Ducky and Rick are in the middle of a major facing sucking fest." He slid his arm around Tom and hugged him close as they watched their friends happily carrying on. Ducky and Rick quietly disappeared into the living room to talk.

By 12:30 everyone was heading out for various Sunday activities. Red and Rick left to plan their Monday trip to Chicago to finalize a few more items for the new gym and pack for a few days away. Bill and Steve had gone over to the old house to visit with Doug, Mike, Bruce and the other Steve. Eric figured it was code for a six-way. Dan had cleaned the kitchen with the two Tom's help and was quietly pushing his other half out the door. Eric hugged them both and groped Dan's beefy butt.

"Hey, don't bruise the merchandise. That's his job. We have to get a few hours of fun in since I'm heading up to Chicago with Red and Rick."

Tom Pratt shook his head. "That sounds like a dangerous threesome to send on a road trip."

Eric tilted his head and grinned. "Aren't you and Rick staying with Bill and Steve?"

"Yeah, and Rick is going to stay with Ducky, help him pack and get ready for the move here."

Pratt and Eric just chuckled. "Righhhhtttttt. Like they'll have any time to pack boxes."

Pratt slipped his arm around Dan and pulled him toward the driveway. "And you probably won't be able to walk after staying with Bill and Steve."

Dan waved back at Eric. "I have every intention of behaving myself."

Eric snorted as he closed the door. "Well, Tom, you're the doctor you can rebuild his, oops, nevermind." Eric closed the door just as Tom came bouncing down the stairs. "Where are you going?"

He slipped his thick arms into his motorcycle jacket. "I told you I was taking my parents Christmas shopping. We have a few more things to do. And, I told them I would take a load of stuff they don't need over to the Goodwill Store. I should be home by 6."

Eric looked confused. "I thought we were going to start the decorating, we're way behind."

"Noooooo. You said you were going to go through all the boxes in the storage room in the basement and try to find all the Christmas stuff. And I was going to bring home a tree."

"Oh yeah, I did say that."

"Besides, you have Ducky to help you. And, I think he'd like a stab at getting that cock of yours up his ass."

Eric furrowed his brow. "I don't play without you."

Tom kissed him and groped the obscene basket. "I don't mind. He's a sweet man and totally head over heels for Rick. Whodathunkit? If he, uh, makes a move and you, well, are so inclined, or he's so inclined, meaning with his legs in the.....

"I get the picture."

"Really, go ahead. I know when I get home it's me you'll go to bed with and who I love."

Eric slipped his big hand behind Tom's head and kissed him. "You amaze me. Go shop. I love you." He watched as Tom's truck ambled down the driveway and down the road. He looked around at the big open undecorated space. "I don't think we even have enough stuff to decorate this place. I need more coffee."

About 20 minutes later, Eric was putting the boxes in order in the basement by how they needed to be distributed through the house when Ducky came down the stairs looking for him. "I wondered what you were doing down here. 'Tis the season. Wow, you guys have lots of stuff."

"Yeah, but this place is bigger than the old place so we'll need more. Oh boy more shopping. Add sarcasm. So, I hear Rick is staying with you in Chicago."

"Yeah, we're going to talk things over and get to know each other better. It's so weird, it's like I've know this man for years. It feels so good to be together. He's going to help me pack to move here."

"So you think this is totally compatible?"

"Well, yeah. We both can be versatile but I admit to preferring bottom. One thing though."

"What's that?"

"He's not as into some of the fun stuff that I like to do well, he's just not as good at it as I would like him to be."

"So, you teach him."

"Actually, I was thinking maybe you and Tom could give him some pointers. You know some of the fun toy stuff and please show him the good tit stuff."

"You want us to have training sex with him? Really?"

"Oh yeah, big time. He'd enjoy it and I'd enjoy it. I'd be so grateful. And I'm already so grateful for this opportunity to work for you guys. Um, where is Tom?"

"He went shopping with his parents. We're glad to add you to our little village of misfit gay run-amucks. Training sex eh?"

"Right. Let me demonstrate." Eric watched as Ducky dropped to his knees and knelt before him. "Please sir, may I?" Eric, somewhat surprised nodded yes. Ducky pulled off his shirt to expose the thick hard black perfection of upper body. He then undid Eric's jeans and pulled out the fat, flaccid cock. He let out a slow hot breath over the soft skin. "This is truly a magnificent beast."

Eric's eyes narrowed. "You and Tom set me up for this didn't you?" Ducky could only mumble as the thick growing piece of manmeat filled his mouth and throat. "Well, then, let's go the playroom." Eric pulled his dick from Ducky's reluctant mouth and walked into the playroom stripping off his clothes as he went. Ducky followed him and stared in awe at the magnificence of muscle and cock standing in front of him. "Over here stud." Ducky stood on his mark as Eric slipped the cuffs around his upturned arms. The huge man was immobilized giving Eric unencumbered access to his ripped black body. Their eyes locked as Eric began with the big succulent nipples. Ducky closed his eyes and moaned, his head back and his dick springing to life. "You really do like this tit stuff."

Eric alternated working the erect nips with his fingers, mouth and teeth. The big man's abs tightened and relaxed with each pleasuring move. Eric broke away and walked behind the man slapping the full round ass as he walked across the room. He returned and placed clamps on the excited tits. Ducky moaned non-stop. He brought his head forward and watched Eric expertly play his tits like a gifted musician. "Please be sure to show Rick how to do this, aw fuck yes." Eric smiled and clamped his mouth over Ducky's.

"You know you have no proof of sexual harassment since there are no witnesses?"

"You consider this harassment and I consider it fucking heaven."

"We haven't started fucking yet. Are your nuts as sensitive as your tits?"

"Fuck yeah, SHIT, DAMN, gawd do me." Eric had given the man's fat low-hangers a playful slap. Instead of retreating in pain, Ducky tried to thrust his hips forward but couldn't since he was literally hanging form the rafters on the toes of his feet. Sweat glistened over his lean body. Eric clamped a chrome ring around the man's nuts and attached a weight. He then attached a chain between the rock hard nips and balanced a weight between them. Ducky's breath came in short gasps, as he struggled not to cum. "Make a note that my toys are the first thing I pack for the move."

"You can always use the playroom if you want until you get settled. Nice legs buddy. Nice everything." Eric spent 30 minutes tongue worshipping, nibbled and biting the suspended muscleman. Ducky was begging to be fucked. "I can oblige that." He undid the thick arms and rubbed them to restore circulation. The two stiff cocks slapped against each other. "Step this way." Ducky was bent over a wooden stock and his arms cuffed to the side mounts. The weights attached to his nips now hung straight down and were swinging away from his body, as did the one from his nuts. Eric attached a bit more weight as Ducky twitched his body in anticipation. His breathing became more erratic as Eric loosened his butthole with greasy muscular fingers. "Is fisting something you want Rick to learn?" Ducky could only moan yes. Eric stopped short of sliding his fist into the willing man "Damn, I'm too hot. You'll have to settle for my cock this time."

Ducky felt the big cock head against his ass and sucked in his breath. "I couldn't handle all of it last night, I don't think I can take it now."

Eric slid his cock over the beautifully round butt. "You and Tom have these phenomenal bodies. Such small waists, beautiful round muscle butts and these lats that just flare way out." Warm hands massaged the dark brown skin as Ducky whimpered. "And these traps, mmm nice." Ducky felt the big cock pushing into his body as Eric's held onto his traps. He tried to relax to accommodate the machine like dick at his ass. Eric bent slightly forward and soothed the man's aching muscles coming to rest on the stretched nips and the dangling weight. He undid the clamps without warning as Ducky screamed in pain from his tits being released. Eric bent over the gasping man and hugged him tightly. "You OK?"

Ducky nodded and struggled to form words. His body convulsed with the pleasure shooting from his nips. They swelled even bigger. "Oh man I love that rush."

"See what you can accomplish with the right setting?" Eric wiggled his hips against the hard ass.

"Holy fucking shit, you, you, buried that whole damned battering ram up my ass I can't believe oh fuck, yeahhh, whhooooooo, don't move. Let me adjust and feel the, gees, it's like filling me. If you shoot does it cum out of my mouth?"

"Ummmm, no, I have a rubber on."

"But I want you to fill me with your cream."

"Well, we were past the discussion stage even for those of us who are HIV negative. Maybe another time. How do you feel?"

"FUCK ME." Eric slowly reamed the crying man. "I can't hold off, gotta shoot."

"Not yet."

"OH FUCK PLEASE."

Eric unsnapped the wrist cuffs and withdrew his cock from the hungry butt. He spun the man around and dropped to his knees in front of him. "NOW." Ducky went to reach for his cock but Eric grabbed his wrists and pushed his hands away. The throbbing black pole spasmed and jerked spraying thick ribbons of hot cum over Eric's sweaty furry chest.

"Noooooo. I wanted you to shoot on me."

Eric quietly stood up and spoke in a soft, deep voice. "I haven't cum yet. Finish the job son."

Ducky dropped to his knees, rolled the stretched rubber from Eric's cock and stroked the fat tool. Eric reached up for a dangling chain to support his wobbling legs as Ducky directed the thick stream of juice over his black sweaty chest. He looked up at the impossibly huge man standing in front of him and panted. His fist rapidly beat his still stiff prick as he shot another volley of cum.

Eric bent over and kissed the whimpering man. "So is that what you want us to show Rick to do?"

Ducky held onto Eric as he struggled to his feet. "Oh fucking, absolutely, positively yes. The sooner the better." He pressed his cum-covered body against Eric's. "I haven't had that, well, I've never gotten off that hard so intensely, it was, oh shit. I'm cumming again" Another stream of juice shot over Eric's dangling bloated prick. "Eric, I'm sorry."

The big man smiled and shrugged. "What's a little cum? Let's shower in the gym."

Tom spent the afternoon helping his parents with their shopping and preparation to move into a new house. Across the street from the assisted loving complex where they were to work with Ducky, was a new development of homes all built around a one floor accessible format. Eric had bought the land and developed the plan behind another forested ridge. Other than the entrance marker, it was difficult to even see the houses. The complex would connect with the assisted living facilities by an under ground tunnel to keep people safe from the weather. They were excited to be beginning a new phase of their lives and be a closer part of Tom and Eric's lives. Tom kissed them goodbye at 4:30 and went over to Rick's to pick him up. He was going to ride to Chicago with Ducky and was packed and eagerly waiting for Tom.

His body seemed to be pumped even bigger as he opened the door to greet Tom. Tom studied the hunky stud as he pulled the last of his stuff together for the business trip. The bulky sweater only made his chest look bigger and the jeans hugged every curve of his thick legs. He kept thanking Tom for hiring Ducky.

Tom laughed and hugged the furry stud. "You seem to be head over heels."

Rick settled into Tom's big arms and sighed. "Yeah, it's scary. I've never wanted anything this much. Getting the job with you guys was the first step in a new life that I really want."

"Good." Tom and Rick walked into the house at six and found Eric working in the kitchen as lasagna baked in the oven. Rick seemed to bounce around the room.

"Where's Ducky?"

Eric hugged Tom and tried to peek into the shopping bag. Tom pushed him away. "Oh, he's upstairs taking a nap. Seemed to be a bit tired. Dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes, let him sleep." Rick twitched back and forth really wanting to go wake up his new man.

He leaned against the counter and faced Tom and Eric. "So, Tom was telling me that you guys would be willing to help me learn more about some of the stuff that, uh, Ducky likes to do in bed. "So, do you think you can help me with that?"

Eric leaned against Tom. "Yeah. Yeah, I think we can probably help you with that." Tom innocently looked away.

The next morning, Rick took off with Ducky for a week of business with Red and Dan and a week of fun with Ducky. A few days after that, the gang all started to gather at Tom and Eric's for a Christmas Eve dinner. The muscle buddies hustled around the warm yet overly decorated house looking like an explosion for a flannel shirt company. Talk was non-stop about the new gym to open soon along with Dan's eagerly anticipated new restaurant. Dave showed everyone pictures of his second store. Jim and Al shared pictures of their son who was spending Christmas with his mother and her lover. The chatter about the new houses to be finished by springtime would provide more than enough dinnertime conversation. Bruce and Steve were busily arranging a boatload of gifts they had shipped from Pittsburgh. All were things intended for the new homes or jobs of their friends.

Bill and Steve had everyone laughing over stories of their jobs and the beefy closet cases they met everywhere. Mike could hardly keep his hands off of Doug who continued to make muscle gains. They all shared details from letters of their friends no longer living in the area. Richard and Dell were happily unpacking in Florida and planning on a spring invasion by the troops. Kyle and Mark were house hunting in the San Francisco hills. Don and Frank were planning a trip for the gang to next year's IML from their new home in DC.

Darrell and Ron were happy to have another black muscle pup soon to be in the group and were wondering where Rick and Ducky were. Eric looked at the clock and frowned.

"Don't know. They said they would be here a half an hour ago. Probably fucking each other's brains out. I guess that's a good sign." On cue, the doorbell rang. Tom welcomed the last of the missing friends into the den.

"We were getting worried about you guys."

Ducky hugged him and placed their packages in the corner. "Well, it took me a bit longer to drive down here in that damned rental truck. We only unloaded the basics at Rick's and the rest is going into storage."

"At Rick's?"

Rick almost burst out of his shirt with pride. "Yeah. We talked and talked and we're going to live together."

Eric handed them beers and announced dinner was ready. "Well, how 'bout that? Guess those lessons worked then."

Ducky hugged Tom and Eric as they walked into the crowded dining room. "Oh big time."

Eric looked at the roomful of beefy muscle friends and smiled. "Well, then, on behalf of everyone here, welcome to our little village. And Merry Christmas."

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