The next morning the group of friends said their good-byes to Tom and Eric. Bruce and Steve drove them off to the airport. Sam and Joe kindly bowed out of the invitation from Eric to travel to Illinois for their New Year's Eve party in a few days. They felt instead that they should spend it with the network of friends they were building in Pittsburgh. Will was hosting a private party at his restaurant that night and the desire to continue to build and bond was too much to pass up.
The passing week saw a return to a somewhat normal schedule. Joe went to work, met Sam at the gym afterwards where they worked their butts off with Steve and Matt. Sam worked from home most of the week getting ready for a return to a full schedule of classes and research by mid-January. Joe progressed in becoming quite the leather man surprising even Sam in his desire to please him in every way and to ask to be taken to new heights in his experiences. He was becoming an all out tit pig to the point even Sam marveled at the growing nubs showing up under his dress shirts. They became even more pronounced at the gym as his shirts became wet with sweat. On the days when he wore a tank top, the thick fleshy nubs would stick out and draw quite a few glances from both men and women. The flogger was also becoming more of a desired toy with him. Sam felt his old masterful self returning each time Joe asked to spend time in the playroom.
Above all else, Joe loved being fucked by Sam. He wanted it two or three times a day. Sam would have to practically trick Joe into returning the favour by occasionally trapping him or blackmailing him into fucking his Dad. Sam was training Joe to become a lean, heavily muscled bottom boy. He knew he would have to fight to keep him away from some of the predators in the leather world. There was a moment of trepidation when Joe told him he had to go to Chicago on business right after New Year's but Sam knew he could count on Joe not to do anything foolish. Still, Joe had a certain naiveté about him having avoided much of the gay scene in Pittsburgh.
Steve and Matt had fallen head over heals in love. So much so that Sam would often tease them about the longing glances, the attempted hand holding and the not so easy to hide erections at inappropriate times. Steve was moving ahead with his divorce plans. Bob the lawyer wasn't happy when they decided to combine households at Steve's. He felt they might want to wait until after the divorce had finalized and avoid adding any fuel to the fire his soon to be ex-wife might have. His wife seemingly had no interest in the house or any of the belongings. When her lawyer returned a letter putting it solidly in writing, the two men began the process of moving. Steve would try to arrange as much of his schedule to coincide with Matt's in order to spend as much time together before Matt returned to evening classes to finish his Master's. As it was their busy schedules only made the times they could be together hotter for sex. After the holiday party fun with Scott, it became more of a challenge for Matt to get Steve to take his cock. Eventually, they became pretty much equals in fucking each other's brains out.
About midway between Christmas and New Year's, the four men realized they hadn't heard a word from Scott. Neither had they seen much of Officer John. While Scott worked a slightly different schedule, it wasn't unusual for him to show up in the evenings at the gym. So far no one had seen him. John Sullivan was a different matter since he mostly worked afternoons. Sam asked if he had been in the gym. The desk attendant said yes, but that he had worked out by himself and driving himself really hard. John seldom had a training partner but was not a social loner. The solitary workouts were unusual for him.
The morning after the holiday dinner when Sam and Joe's guests found John in the kitchen with them had been a somewhat awkward moment for him. Joe had taken obvious delight in being fuckboy to the two big men. Having a giant muscle-bound cop reaming your ass was a fantasy for many gay men. Being turned on a cock-spit by two hot men, well, Joe glowed from the heat of the sex the night before. John had lingered as other guests said their good nights. He finally had to come right out and tell them he wanted to stay the night. Wanted to share their bed and join them in sex. He was having a difficult time understanding how he could want his girlfriend so much and at the same time be turned on to hot man to man sex with Sam and Joe.
Sam hesitantly agreed explaining to Joe that he was to afford to Officer John the respect he deserved. Joe accepted with a hearty "Yes Sir," dropped to his knees and kissed the big man's boots. Sam pushed them toward the bedroom while he locked up. He found Joe again on his knees worshipping the big cop's thick uncut prick. Sam walked up behind and helped him out of his shirt, slid his hands over the wide chest and pressed their mouths together. John pulled him around, helped Sam out of his shirt, fished his cock out of his jeans and held it out to be worshiped with his by Joe. The young man eagerly went from one thick root to the other, sucking and licking fat balls, massaging the heavily muscled legs through worn jeans, groaning in need with each loud slurp.
The two men pulled him to his feet, stripped him and tossed him on the bed. Joe tried to get to his knees to be in fuck position but they pushed him back down on his back. Sam fed him his long cock while each man tortured an erect swollen nipple. John greased his fingers with the lube Sam held out and slowly worked at Joe's fuckhole. Joe found John's prick with one hand while his fingers stabbed at Sam's own asshole with the other. Sam's response was to face fuck the thrashing boy even harder. Joe was almost convulsing from the cocksucking and finger fucking when they flipped him to his knees and the beefy officer pushed his pole into the dripping hole in one smooth move.
Joe bucked as his body was worked from both ends. He worked his ass on the cock invading him trying to get John's seed but the big man held back. Sam knew to listen for the tell tale groans that Joe was getting close, then instructed to John to switch places with him and the ritual began again. He wasn't about to let Joe shoot his load until they had both fucked his ass, then flipped him back to his back and continued the anal assault. Joe was sweating bullets trying not to shoot until Sam finally, almost too calmly said it was ok. Joe's cum shot from is cock like cannon, while John filled his throat and Sam his ass. They the two top men switched again and fucked him even longer to get to another round of spent juice. Joe lay across the bed whimpering and twitching from the sexual assault, his cock still rock hard. He was too weak to refuse as Sam lowered his ass on the cum covered dick and fucked himself while sucking on John's stiffening prick. John let Joe jack him off while Sam fucked Joe's cock, giving his dad a long needed filling up of boy juice.
Sam pulled Joe to the bathroom and with John's help held the smaller man in the shower to clean him off. The three of them fell soundly asleep in the big king bed waking up at first light. Joe begged the two men to feed him a breakfast load. John was in no way shy and followed his hosts to the kitchen. He comfortably sat and drank coffee while only dressed in his underwear. Their house guests came down for breakfast and weren't quite sure what to think. Later that morning, he had showered then left to spend some time with family post holiday.
Joe was concerned they had somehow pushed John too far since he had been out of touch for most of the week. Sam had left a couple of messages but never heard back. He didn't want to push the big cop but hoped they could manage to remain friends. The people who had seen him at the gym said he seemed to be in good humour but much focused on his workouts and not overly talkative.
Scott appeared at the gym late in the week and managed to deflect all the questions aimed at him from his fellow muscleheads. Matt convinced him to join them for dinner after their workouts on Thursday. The others were already in the corner table at Will's when Scott sauntered in and slid quietly into the booth next to Sam. He ordered a beer and coyly sipped while the others chatted away. Finally, after getting kicked under the table by all his friends, Sam broke the ice.
"OK, guy, so where have you been?"
"Working. And working out, and trying to get some work done on the projects around the house." He leaned back and smiled a big `I got a secret grin.'
Sam twisted to his side to better study Scott's face and watched him through narrow eyes. "Soooooooooooo, you haven't been spending time with some hunky young stud name of Ron?"
Scott shrugged and nonchalantly answered with a smirk. "Sure, he's been over and helped me do a couple of projects. He was a big help."
Joe rolled his eyes. "A big help?"
"Oh yeah, a big, let me stress BIG help." A slow grin spread across his handsome black face.
Joe bit his lower lip. "So you're saying the kid is good with tools and a hammer?"
Scott took a deep breath and blew it out slowy. "The kid is very good at hammering, Very." Then he flipped his hand to make a point. "But so what, so am I." The four men sitting around him looked at each other and laughed. Steve nudged him hard and almost knocked him out of the booth. "You dawg."
Scott laughed at the men and waved at the waiter to take their orders. "I don't know about you guys but I am starved, been on a liquid diet for several days." His friends looked at him skeptically but interrupted the game to give their food orders. Scott took a long drink of his beer, set it down and let out a long sigh. "And let me tell you, that damned 18 year old damned near killed me. There isn't a thing we didn't try and well, my ass is sore and my balls are dry. School better start soon cause I can't keep this up." He pointed at his crotch.
Matt folded his beefy arms across his chest. "Too much of a good thing?"
Scott slowly nodded. "Ain't it a bitch? Never thought I'd cry uncle over having sex but my damn dick needs a rest. I forgot what it's like being a teenager and being horny all the time, ALLLLLL the time."
Steve snorted. "But you'd do it all again in a minute."
"In a New York minute, betchur left nut."
Steve nudged him a bit less hard this time. "So did you get any work done on your house this week?"
Scott was shaking his head as the waiter brought another beer. "Oh yeah, the kid was a great help, then we fucked our brains out. I only ate like one meal in two days. We worked, and then we, you know."
Sam looked down at the table. "So, he's over the coming out of the closet part per se, is he going to take the scholarship?"
"Yeah, we talked about that and I think he's going to do it and accept the fact that he may not be able to be out and open while he's in college. At least until he comes home and fucks my brains out, or sucks my nuts dry. He's a good kid, we ain't going to have a lover relationship, which is sorta sad but I don't think I'm right for him. But ya know what?"
The four men look at him waiting for another sex bomb to be dropped. "He's a damn sweet kid, smart, funny, well-adjusted and really, really nice. He deserves the best. I hope he finds it."
Joe leaned back and sighed. "Man, you took on a teenager."
Scott almost snorted his beer through his nose. "That kid, let me tell you what he did. He had his birth certificate, driver's license, insurance card, the whole ball o' wax to prove he was 18 and that we could play around. Then he told his mom that he was spending the night over at Sam's nephew's house. When we got back to my place, I thought he was going to have cold feet but once we kissed he slowly got into the game. Trouble, is, once I wound him up, that damned dick, did I mention he's big? Well, it didn't go down, even when he was helping me with some drywall stuff. I'd look over and he had his dick hanging out of the front of his pants. Damn mast on him."
Sam looked concerned. "SO he was OK with gay sex?"
"Well, I had to slowly undress him, but I did my like best movie effort. You know. Slowly stripping him and making love to each part of his body that I exposed. Tears ran down his face when I dropped to my knees and took his dick in my mouth. Then I made him lay on the bed while I got undressed."
"And that didn't frighten him away?"
"Fuck you Matt, you plowed my ass and sucked my dick pretty good last week." Matt shot him a phony look of shock then licked his lips.
Scott sucked in his breath and shook his head. "Anyway, I took him through all the moves and tried to teach him what a man liked to have done to his body. Well, he got the cocksucking thing down real fast. He's still in awe over how sexy a man's tits can be and what we can do with them. And the whole ass fucking thing, gees."
"Got ya good eh?"
"Oh man, he plowed me royally and then flopped over and wanted his ass fucked. Oh and um, I ate him out and he went apeshit. I don't know where the kid is going to eventually land sexually, but right now he likes doing it all.
Sam chuckled. "He's young, at that age you experiment with everything."
Joe looked despondent. "And to think I wasted my teenage years going after pussy. I could'a been picking up older men." He glanced at Sam.
"Hey, I ain't that old and I can withhold from you, ya know?" Joe looked skeptical. Sam dopeslapped him and laughed. "Shit, no I can't. So Scott, you going to continue to see him?"
"Yeah if he wants, but once school starts again after the holidays and he's back to hanging with his buds and sports and all that stuff, he'll settle in."
Steve almost choked. "Yeah right, a teenager? He'll be so damned horny trying to cover it up in the locker room he'll be begging you for sex."
"Maybe, but I think he really wants Matt?"
"Why me?"
"I donkno'. But he thinks you are one hot fucker and would love to try the tongue up the ass stuff he learned from me on you."
Steve giggled. "Uh oh. Matt goes wild for that."
Will walked over with another round of drinks. "Well, you guys are all merry for the holidays. I hear a lot of laughter coming from over here. Oh wait. Is that MARY instead?" The group of men booed him. "So will we see all of you New Year's Eve?" They all answered yes except Scott.
"I don't know, I may have a date and I ain't sure I can bring my date to this party."
"Afraid we'll rob the cradle, oh no wait, you did that. Ha."
Scott pushed back at Steve. "Well ya know, midnight, hugging buds at a party or being naked and having hot sex with a built like a wall 18 year old."
Will's eyes shot open wide. "OK he wins. All I can do is promise you all food and drink, no youngins for sex."
Sam leaned back in the booth as their food came. "Yeah we'll all be there in leather of course." The waiter just smiled.
"I didn't know Will was having a dress up code for this party. He told me I had to be naked."
"I always tell you you have to be naked. Now if I could just get you pregnant."
"It ain't like you haven't tried. I just don't have the plumbing for it, you pervert. I have other tables to wait, see you guys at the party."
Sam leaned into the table. "So Will, how is it that you are going to have a private party instead of being open for a big general night of business type of party?"
Will squatted down at the side of the table. His shirt pulled open to reveal his big thick hairy chest. "I've done the New Year's Eve thing a couple of years and I don't get a big crowd. Lots of private parties or people want to go some place really, really fancy so I decided to have my own private party. I figured the leather -- levi thing sounded like fun. I'd rather spend money and have friends over then stay open for business and only get a few customers."
Sam shook his head slowly and agreed. "Makes sense."
Will Stood up and slyly rubbed the worn denim across the crotch of his jeans. "So Scott, you gonna bring this young guy who's been wearing you out?"
Scott looked at the ample basket and hung his head. "Not now you dirty old man." Scott `accidentally' let his hand brush against the denim bulge. "Gees, no wonder you're wait staff is always smiling. Anyway, Ron's mother may make him go to some church function and then I think Sam's brother Dave is having the kids over there for a party."
Sam took a deep breath. "Brave man. Teenagers. New Year's. Oy!"
"So I may be on my own that night."
Will squeezed his shoulder. "Well, he's welcome to come. But don't do anything you'll regret."
"Thanks Will, I appreciate that."
"Hey I better get back to the bar, see you at the party boys."
Steve leaned back in the booth and let his arm drape over Matt is a casual buddy-like way. "This is a big event for some of us. Sam moves back to the `burgh, meets Joey here, the pectacular love of his life."
"Pectacular?"
"Buddy, that's one huge muscular set of tits you been building up there."
"I lose 120 ponds of mean ass ugly wife and find Matt. Officer John has us like all guessing. We gain a friend in Scott who finds this hot young man in Ron. Wow."
Joe flexed his chest. "Don't forget your lawyer."
Steve raised his hand in agreement. "Oh yeah, Bob is like one prime guy. And Bruce and Steve, your bosses."
Joe blew a breath out. "Really, those two remind me so much of Sam, I have a difficult time concentrating at work."
"Hard eh?"
Joe nodded. "You bet, hard in every sense of the word."
Steve raised his beer in a salute. "Goota thank you men. My life has changed drastically, and I love it."
Sam leaned against Joe. "Here, here. All I had to do to find the man of my dreams was come home and start again in life. Love ya guys, here's to New Years."
Officer John had left a message on Sam's phone to lecture the buddies about drinking on New Years Eve, warned them about the check points and said he didn't want to arrest any of them. Then called back two minutes later and told them to have a drink for him and laughed. Since he had worked Christmas Eve and day, he had off New Year's Eve but had to go to a boring straight party with his girlfriend.
Steve offered to drive and stay sober for the night. He and Matt stopped to pick up Joe and Sam about 9:30. Joe met them at the door dressed only in leather shorts and boots.
Matt pinched his hard nips. "Dude, you're gonna freeze your nuts off dressed like that."
"Nah, I have my leather jacket to wear and Sam will keep me warm."
Well in that case." Steve wrapped his arms around Joe from behind and ran his hands over the big pecs. "We're not as brave as you can see going for the jeans, Chaps, shirt and vest motif. So where is that big hunk of muscle anyway?"
"He had a call from his brother who's, I think, having second thoughts about a house full of teenagers. Although, I think their parents are there. And, and, I think Dave has met a woman and has a date over tonight."
Matt hugged Joe and Steve from the front. "Really? That's great. I see him in the store all the time now that I know who he is and he's a super guy. A lot like Sam, all the good points. Hope this works out. He needs a good woman in his life. Hey, this is nice too."
Joe wiggled between the two men. "Uh, guys, you're giving me a hardon. The snaps will pop on my shorts if you keep this up."
Matt and Steve giggled evilly.
"OK, what are you men doing to my boy?" They turned to see Sam standing in the hallway, decked in full leather, head to tow. Pants, shirt, Sam Brown, boots, cap. All three stopped and whistled."
Joe slithered out from between Steve and Matt and walked over to Sam. "Wow, you are fucking hot. I've never seen all of this. This stuff fits you like a second skin."
Matt walked around and checked out Sam's ass. "Mm-mm, tasty. That cod piece snap thing is like, like...."
"Obscene?"
"Yeah."
"Good, I've succeeded."
Steve looked at it closely. "Is it, you know?"
Sam smirked. "No, slime bag it isn't padded." Joe groped his dad.
"That's all Sam."
Sam pulled back laughing. "You may not want to do that cause I have one snap that, oops. Doesn't hold well."
Steve ran for the front door. "Run, it's about to explode."
"Very funny, fuck you."
"OK later."
Matt hugged his goofy lover. "I get sloppy seconds. Joe, you up for thirds?"
"Hell no. It's New Year's Eve. I expect to be impaled on Sam's tool at some point well into New Year's Day."
"Careful what you wish for."
Joe dropped to his knees and licked the bulging cod piece. "It's all I ever wish for."
Sam pulled him to his feet and pushed him toward the door. "Ok, degenerates, let's get going before we end up missing the party."
The four men headed to Steve's truckosaurus as Joe quickly zipped up his jacket. He threw a pair of jeans in the back seat just in case as they climbed in to the sound of two large snaps popping.
Sam sighed. "Now see what you guys have gone and done."
The four friends were still laughing when they arrived at Will's restaurant. There were already quite a few cars outside and the place was warm and jumping when they walked in the front door. Will's partner met them clad only in a jock and boots. He kissed them and groped whomever could. "I don't ever get to do that when I work. Damn, you men look good." Joe took off his coat and hung it up on a corner rack. Weed gulped when he saw him shirtless. "Holy shit. I knew you were built well but fuck! Sam I hope you record the two of you having sex, fuck fuck fuck. Well, uhhhhhhhhhhhh, the bar is, shit ya know where the bar is, and food is set up along the back. Will's tending bar so you might want to go slow. And whoever is driving, good luck." He looked at Sam and Joe again and sighed. The front of his leather jock pulled down as his dick stiffened. "No secret what I like. Excuse me, I need to go check on the food." Sam and Joe shrugged their shoulders as if they had no idea.
They found Scott at the bar likewise dressed in jeans and chaps but shirtless. His smooth black skin glistened in the warm bar light. The four men were busy hugging when Steve's lawyer Bob arrived with another equally handsome man dressed in full leather. Steve whimpered into Matt's shoulder.
"We are so gonna have to leave right after midnight or I'm gonna shoot cum all night in my jeans." Matt groped him and felt the rock hard cock.
"Oh my, this does get to you doesn't it?" Steve shook his head and looked concerned. "Well we have all day tomorrow to make up for it if it loses control tonight."
The party was well on its way by 11:30 when Scott felt a tug on the back of his chaps and turned to face Ron. A big smile spread across his face as the two men kissed. "How'd you get away?"
"Ah, my mom knew I wanted to go to a couple of parties, so I was at Dave's for awhile and then thought I'd come here to be with you. I can't stay out late and I promised not to drink. But I don't have any leather."
Sam dropped his arm around the beefy teen and smiled. "Well, you know in most bars, if you don't have leather you have to at minimum go shirtless." Ron shrugged and pulled off his T-shirt to reveal his thickly corded muscular chest.
Matt stood and blinked as he approvingly checked out the young man. He looked shyly at Scott "Ya shoulda suggested losing the jeans."
Ron smiled. "In that case." He undid the top of his jeans and lowered the zipper a couple of inches to reveal a black jock. "It's all I have."
Matt looked back at Steve who was grinning stupidly as a wet spot spread at the front of his jeans. "Did you just?"
"Oh yeah."
"Just at the thought?"
"Oh yeah."
"Hmmm, so did I."
Scott put his arm protectively around the hot young black man. "Don't you pay no nevermind to those evil step sisters, although, they do know a hot man when they see one. They can look but they can't touch.
"Oh that's OK. They can touch all they want."
Scott tilted his head and pursed his lips. "Don't make me channel your mama. Besides, anyone going to be doing any groping on you tonight, it's gonna be me."
Ron giggled, threw his arms around Scott and whispered in his ear. Scott furrowed his brow, slid his hand down under the seat of Ron's jeans in to the beautiful ass crack.
"Holy shit, you're plugged!"
Steve sucked in a deep breath and spun around. "Damn. I can't watch and I can't drink. I need food." The friends at the bar lost it laughing over their friend's sexual frustration.
Matt kissed Ron on the cheek. "Thank you. I know it's going to be a happy new year for me now." Ron just stood in Scott's arms looking somewhat bewildered.
The men enjoyed themselves chatting with everyone and at the stroke of midnight were in a large arm in arm clump wishing everyone a happy new year. Sam pulled Joe aside and kissed him deeply.
"Joey, I can't tell you who much you've come to mean to me in just a few months. I never met anyone who connected with me on so many levels in California. I love you so much. Damn, I'm gonna miss you this week when you have to go to Chicago. Wish I were going with you."
Joe hugged him back and snuggled against the big man's chest. "I love you too Sam. You've taught me so much about myself. I want to please you so much. I wish you were going to Chicago with me but I know you can't get away from work and this is my job now. I'll be there with Bruce and Steve and they remind me so much of you, it'll hurt being away. So, you know we're going to have to go home soon and fuck. I really need me some hot daddy cock in my ass."
"I don't think we'll be here much past one. Judging by the bulge in Steve's jeans, he's aching, repeat, aching to get home and get naked with Matt." They glanced over at Matt and Steve in a deep liplock. "Hmm, that looks good." He pressed his lips against Joe's. His hand slid around and cupped Joe's bubble butt. He felt around the snug ass crack. "Hmmm, another young man with a nice holiday butt plug."
"You betcha sir, when we get home, I expect you to pop out that sucker and skewer me on that pole. Sir, respectfully. Sir." Sam shook his head and giggled. They partied a bit longer but weren't surprised when Steve came along and asked if they wanted to go. Sam looked up at the bar clock. One o'clock.
Steve stood holding Matt against him with a silly grin across his face. "I don't like to leave my dog alone too long."
Joe nodded. "Uh huh. Poor Sammy the dog's been alone all of about four hours. What? Did he drink like a gallon of water?" Before Steve could say anything, Matt bust out laughing.
"Buddy, the last thing you have to explain to these two reprobates is wanting to go home and fuck. Lookee, you can see this Sam's pee pee peaking out of his cod piece."
Joe feigned indignity. "Pee pee? Well, now ya just gone and done insulted the ram rod that keeps my ass happy."
Matt humbly sighed. "I apologize. Besides, it's escaping and it really is more like a fuckpole. Good grief." He knelt down and kissed the head of Sam's growing cock.
Sam looked blankly across the room. "OK, we really need to go now cause I'm feeling the urgent need to stuff me some fine muscle butt."
Steve pumped his arm and turned Matt toward the door. "All right! Thanksgiving stuffing."
Joe pushed him from behind. "It's New Years."
Matt just shook his head. "Don't bother. He's in luuuuuuuuuuuvvvvvvvvvv, and horny."
The four men said goodnight to Will and Weed, and some other friends. Scott and Ron were heading out at the same time. They promised to stop by tomorrow for a brunch. Steve had to concentrate on his driving as his dick and balls continued to swell in his snug jeans. It didn't help that Matt was rubbing them whole way back to Sam and Joe's. As they came around the corner, they saw a familiar car parked out in front of the house.
Sam nodded to Joe to look out the window. Officer John sat on the front step. The four men piled out of truckasaurus and walked up to the big man who slowly stood up.
"Hey guys. Happy New Year. Sam, Joe, I'm sorry. I didn't feel like going home."
Sam hugged the big cop. "What's wrong? I thought you were out for the night?"
"I was. We were. But she left me. She fucking dumped me on New Year's Eve. I thought she found out about my, you know, being with you guys. Fuck, she met someone else when she was home visiting her parents. Some fucking holiday."
"You want to stay here tonight?" The big cop looked like a sad crushed child. "Could I? I could bunk upstairs. Please?"
Joe rubbed his back. "No problem. You're more than welcome to stay here. Come on in." Steve and Matt shared their feelings with John, then climbed back into the big Dodge and headed back to Steve's.
Sam hung John's coat in the hall closet and hugged him. "John, it's OK bud. You're among friends. You can hang here as long as you need."
"Thanks. I'm gonna crash. I uh, know you guys wanta, um."
"Fuck. Yeah, I need to show my boy's ass a little holiday spirit."
Joe spoke up. "It'd be nice to share and have a big cop cock up my ass too if it's OK with Sam." Sam nodded in agreement.
John sighed. "Damn. You have a mighty fine ass but I think I need a bit of time alone, but knowing you guys are downstairs will be good for me. Really."
Sam rubbed the big man's shoulder. "Well, make your self at home and holler if you need anything." They watched the beefy cop butt walk up the stairs. Sam slipped his arm around Joe as they walked to their bedroom.
"You think he'll be OK?"
"Yeah. I think he just needed to know someone was close by if he needed to talk. Damn, imagine dumping a stud like that on New Year's?"
"You think it had anything to do with his being a cop?"
"Who knows? Maybe he was too much man for her. Everyone likes him and wants to be around him. Maybe she couldn't handle sharing him. I don't want to think about it now. I just want to unplug me a butt and fill a hole with my happy dick."
"All righty then."
Joe shucked his shorts but was still wearing his boots. He flopped on his back, wrapped his arms around his legs and waited for a leather-clad Sam to plow his ass. The two lovers had gone at it for about an hour when the bedroom door slowly opened. Officer John stood quietly in the doorway, naked and erect.
"I sorta changed my mind." Sam stopped, his dick fully imbedded in Joe's hot ass. He looked down at his lover who nodded yes.
"Then get your big beefy butt over here and fill this boy's throat with some of that hard cop cock." Sam and John spent another hour riding Joe's ass until all three gave in and unloaded a gallon of New Years spunk. Joe slept soundly between the two big men, more content than he had been in his life. He gladly sucked both men off the next morning. John quietly kissed both men. He excused himself to shower in one of the other bathrooms as Sam lovingly bathed his lover. He helped Joe reinsert his plug then held him tight under the strong spray. They barely had time to dress and start coffee before friends began arriving for New Year's Day brunch. Everyone brought something so Sam wouldn't get stuck cooking for the masses. A hush fell over the room as big John came down the stairs, walked over to Sam and Joe and planted big long deep kisses.
Matt took a deep breath and let out a contented sigh. "Well, that takes care of that question?"
Steve blinked and looked around. "What question? Did I miss something?"
Matt closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. "You were blond in a previous life weren't you?"
The day was spent with friends coming and going, word spread through the neighbourhood and neighbours dropped in for coffee and New Year's wishes. Will and Weed brought a truck load of food. TV's were tuned to different games in different rooms and people wandered back and forth watching the sports mayhem.
Scott dropped by a few minutes before Ron arrived in the middle of the afternoon. It was all Ron could do to not split his face smiling. "Best New Year's I've ever had."
By late afternoon, everyone had departed and Joe was left with the task of packing for his business trip to Chicago. The two men spent a quiet night in each other's arms making long passionate love. Sam fucked Joe twice before they fell asleep, and once in the middle of the night when the heat of their two bodies stirred his desire. Joe was up early the next morning to shower, throw his luggage into the car and head for the airport. Sam walked through the quiet house then dropped into his big overstuffed easy chair with a large mug of coffee to read the paper. His heart was overflowing with his love for Joe and his loneliness at having to be alone all week.
Rather than allow himself to wallow in his loneliness, he decided to push himself headlong into the work piling up in his office. He spent the week prepping for classes to resume next week and working with the research associates who had very little time off during the holidays. People watched Sam wander about campus in his snug jeans, boots and leather jacket. He radiated the love he held in his heart for Joe everywhere he went. His workouts alternated between the gym and the campus facilities. One of the jocks who faithfully worked out along side him watched as the big man pushed more weight than ever.
The young man kidded him about injuring himself at his advanced age and asked what was his secret. Sam simply answered love. "So that young guy I see you with around town, he your lover?" Sam nodded. The kid smiled and shook his hand. "I can only hope I can find a woman who makes me feel the way this guy obviously makes you feel. I should be so lucky."
Sam chuckled. "Well, you could always come play for our side?"
"Nah, not my thing. But you guys certainly make it attractive."
Sam and Joe talked on the phone an hour each night. Bruce and Steve ragged on Joe endlessly about being a lovesick puppy while in the Chicago office. Even Quin who made sure Joe was following a strenuous workout routine observed Joe was so in love it was nauseating.
Thursday evening Quin begged out of the workout due to a nasty cold he had and couldn't shake. "I need my rest man. You're wearing me out and we're not even having sex, not fair. Hey, I'm heading over to see Dr. Bob about something to help me with this cold. You want to meet me for a drink after you're evening workout?" Joe agreed to meet him at a place not far from the apartment.
Joe stood nursing his favourite vodka drink and waited for Quin in a dark corner of the bar. He was feeling a bit buzzed and hoped Quin would get there soon. Other guys in the bar were starting to drool over him and he felt a little bit self-conscious. Quin finally arrived wrapped head to toe in scarf and heavy clothes. He could hardly breathe but stayed with Joe for one drink. The doc had suggested a couple of things to help with his cold and congestion but his main thing was going to be to get more rest. He promised to be better in the morning and would see him at the gym. Joe was once again standing alone nursing a drink.
Two guys standing to one side of them were giggling at Quin's attire. "Man that guys got one helluva a head cold going." They struck up a short conversation with Joe before he excused himself to hit the men's room. The two levi/leather men were still there when he came back. He chatted with them and sipped his drink. The two men sidled up to either side. One leaned against him slightly to the back and began groping his denim covered muscle butt. Joe felt the heat from their bodies enveloping him.
Steve was wrapping up the last of the work on a project when Bruce stuck his head in the office. "You guys want to grab lunch soon?" Steve shot him a perplexed look.
"Guys? I haven't seen Joe. I thought he was with you?" Bruce frowned and said no. "OK, that's strange. Hey Kevin, come in here? You seen Joe?" Kevin had a rep for being the office busybody but no one had seen him. Steve looked in the office that Joe used and saw some papers still sitting there from the day before. "This is weird. It's not like Joe at all. He's a pretty straight up kinda guy. I'm going to try calling the apartment." He was on the phone listening to the auto answer when Quin walked in and sneezed. "Thanks for sharing dude." Snort. "Youd welcomb." Steve snickered but sympathized. "Hey where's boy wonder? I dragged myself to the gym this morning to keep him company and he never showed."
Bruce and Steve just looked at each other and back at Quin. Bruce went to get his coat and offered to drive. The three men loaded into Bruce's rental and headed back to the apartment building. The door man had not seen him that morning nor remembered seeing Joe leave. There was still no one answering the phone.
Steve pulled his pass key like any good landlord and slowly opened the door. Quin sneezed at that moment and made his two friends jump. Bruce walked into the living room and looked around. "No sign of anything, nothing out of place. But all the lights are on, strange. JOE? Anyone here?"
Steve looked in the kitchen and reported nothing. The three men stood in the living room. Steve took a deep breath and walked toward the closed bedroom door. He knocked and said `Joe' twice. As he slowly opened the door, Quin mumbled oh shit under his breath.
Bruce looked at the floor just inside the bedroom. Several drops were scattered across the hardwood. "Oh fuck, blood."
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