Starting Again Chapter 13 by lennoxbear@aol.com
Dave lugged several bags of groceries through the kitchen door. Both hands were loaded and the mail stuck out of his mouth. His son, Dave Jr., stood at the kitchen counter making PB & J sandwiches.
"Dbakek thids stubbf." He pushed one last bag of groceries into the kitchen with his foot. His son looked at him as if he had lost his mind. "Dbakek thids." He shook his head.
"Oh, hey dad. What?" He pulled the envelopes from his father's mouth.
"Owwww. Damn paper was stuck to my lip."
"What were you trying to say?"
"I was trying to tell you to take the mail from my mouth. Dweeb." Dave Jr. shrugged and put the mail back into his father's mouth. "DNOOO!" He dropped the mail on the counter with one armload of groceries. "You are such a smart ass. Help me put some of this away. Two sandwiches? Dinner will be in a couple of, oh why do I bother?"
"Beats me. One's for Ron. He's upstairs on the computer. We were finishing up some work on that paper we need to have done next week."
"You get it done? No, the oatmeal goes on that shelf." Dave Jr., shook his head yes. "Good for you guys. Hey take it easy on the soda buddy, too much sugar. And that sports drink you're sucking down, way too much sodium."
"I'm a growing boy. How am I supposed to be a big time college football player if I don't get the right nutrition?"
"Son you done passed boy two years ago. You have more muscle on your 18 year-old frame than I have, well ever had. You and your damned uncle got the genetics for muscle. I got the gene for lean."
"Well, if you'd eat mor...."
"Shaddup. Ron staying for dinner? Because, Sam and I were thinking of going to the grill for pizza. Joe won't be back from Chicago until Saturday. He's feeling a bit lonely. Ron can join us.'
"Ok, I'll go ask. Oooo, nice steaks dad. Mmmm and ice cream. Just one?"
"Don't push your luck." He watched Dave bounce up the stairs and sighed. Eighteen years. The kid was 200 pounds of lean thick muscle. He was 170 of lean skinny muscle, not nearly as thick. Damn kid.
Ron was browsing the internet when Dave returned with his sandwich. "Thanks. What no beer?"
"Yeah right. As if my dad would let me have beer. He'd rather I be up here having sex than drinking."
Ron raised his eyebrows. "Really? I'm game if you are."
"Very funny but you're on the other team. Speaking of which, so you and this Scott guy really hit it off?"
"Yeah, he's really nice. I'll spare you the details. But it's nice to have someone to sorta teach me about the gay community. And your uncle and his buddies are really nice guys. Don't think there's a one of them anyone would ever pick out as being gay. They've really made me feel better about myself."
"Yeah Sam's a class act. I can't believe my gay buddy is getting more sex than me."
"Nah uh."
"Dude, I am so still a virgin. Well, not really but damn I don't want to like do anything stupid and get some girl pregnant. Just not ready for the whole thing. So what do you think you're going to do when you get to college?"
"Don't rightly know, play it by ear. I don't think state can handle an openly gay football player. Have a lot to think on there. And as long as I know I have guys like Scott and Sam to support me, I'll be all right. Beats the creeps online who hit on me."
"No way. Really? Guys hit on you on line?"
"Yeah, I went into a chat room just to see what was happening, boring bunch of tired drag queens and geeks. But there's this one guy who hits on me every time. I think he's like some child molester or something. Really creeps me out."
"Whatdya tell `im?"
"Fuck off. But you know what, there's this one profile, here look. Tell me that faceless body ain't Gary?"
"Maybe, I've only seen him in the locker room a couple of times. Looks like him. Yeah look, there's his tattoo. Why? Did he hit on you?"
"Nah, He wouldn't know my profile necessarily. But he's like asking for it. Look!"
"Why not? Hitting on you that is."
"Because I don't have a picture to put into my profile. Anyways. Gees you're pushy. Gary's like what 16? So I'm like positive this old dude is hitting on him too cause he asked me if I knew him and if we went to the same school. I said no."
"So you think this guy is looking to fuck him some young ass?"
"I don't know what he's looking for but he's not getting it from me. And I feel like I need to somehow bring it up with Gary but I don't wanta freak him out that I know he might be gay."
"Wow, tough one. Yeah, Gary's not always wound too tightly. I've seen him go ballistic when someone blocks him on the field. He's a good football player but needs to find some balance and control. You think he's looking to hook up then?"
"He may be looking for someone his own age and this old dude is just weird. Wouldn't take much to screw up Gary's mind."
"Hey, my dad wants to know if you want to go to the grill with us later for pizza?"
"Sure if he's paying."
"Great. Clear it with you mom and I'll let him know. You want to stay over?"
"Why? You looking for some action?"
"Oh get over your gay self. Besides, if I was, dude you're dick's too big."
"Ha, that's not what Scott says."
"Ewwwww, gross." ***** Steve finished the last of the planing of the wood for three projects including the top to the sideboard he was building for Sam. He looked at the clock and started his clean up knowing that Matt would be home anytime from work and would want to hit the gym. They were on their own almost all week since Sam had opted to use the campus facilities some days. He chuckled to himself as he remembered Sam telling him the college jocks smelled sweeter when they sweat during their workout. He caught a whiff of himself and thought Sam might be onto something just as Matt came through the workshop door.
"Hey guy. What'r you doing? Checking if you smell manly enough for me? Let me be the judge. Mmm ripe." Matt hugged him close and buried his face in the big man's armpit. Steve laughed at him then glanced down to see the growing bulge in his pants.
"Amazing."
"Sorry, can't help it! The combination of sawdust and my man's sweat is a big high for me." He giggled and looked at Steve's drawings.
"Wow, these are beautiful. You do really great work. Maybe need to up the price?"
"I did as of January 02 and no one is blinking an eye. They know quality is worth it."
"I think so too." He pulled Steve too him and shared some spit in a deep kiss." They stood together hugging each other for a while. "We better get to the gym. Hey, my son wants to go for pizza later, you up for that?"
"Sure. The grill?"
"Yeah. He likes the pizza there. And, we won't have him out late. He's swimming practice early tomorrow morning and his mom won't let me keep him over night."
"So we have tonight to ourselves? Thank you Jesus."
"Yeah, like we ain't been fucking like bunnies every night. Come on sawdust man lets get to the gym." ***** Sam spent an hour and a half pumping iron in the university gym then followed up with laps in the pools. As he pulled his square cut swim trunks clad physique from the pool a tall athletic swimmer with shaved head walked by and flopped down on the bench with him.
"You know I don't see too many university professors built like a competition bodybuilder doing laps like that. Actually, I don't think I've seen any prof here built like you do laps like you. Actually, we've never had any profs built like you."
Sam chuckled. "Well, I moved back from San Francisco to teach here and head up some research."
"San Fran huh? That's answers that question."
"I missed the question." Sam smiled.
"Well, you're built like you could walk onstage and compete against the big guys, you're wearing this sexy no secrets swim suit when everyone in Pittsburgh wears fucking awnings, and I'd say that's one big dick. And pierced."
Sam grinned. "Very observant."
"You gay?"
"Yes, that bother you."
"No. See." The guy lifted his towel from his lap to reveal a stiff hard prick sticking out of the top of his suit. "Any questions? You want to go to my apartment and fuck me dad?"
Sam laughed at the guy's forward manner. "Uh, I have a lover thanks."
"You're being faithful however, but...you're dick saysssss."
"Well, he's been away on business all week and my dick is lonely."
"Just let me suck you off. I'll be happy. Don't think I'll get too many opportunities for prime beef like you Professor Chambers."
"Oh, you know who I am?"
"Yes sir. I'm taking one of your classes this term. Bill Powers. Sir." He held out his hand. Sam shook it as the attractive young man held it a few seconds longer.
"Well." Sam stood up and adjusted his stiffening dick. "Sorry son, but I make it a policy to never fool around with co-workers or my students."
"Damn, knew I shouldn't a told you that. Damn."
Sam laughed again which only made his dick stiffer. "Bill, we may not be able to fool around but it's nice to know there's one student who doesn't care about who or what I am."
"Shit, most everyone I know has speculated. Most of the straight guys are jealous, score big points for our side. You're like becoming a god around here. I may be starting the term as one of your students but I'd be honoured to become your friend."
"That's very kind of you."
"So if I suck up enough do I get to suck you off anyway?" Sam shook his head in mock disgust. "Hey, can't fault a guy for trying. You heading for the showers?" Sam motioned toward the locker room and followed in behind Bill who had quite his own spectacular ass thing going on. They were the only two in the showers on a Friday afternoon in January, not surprising. Bill made no effort to cover up his erection in front of Sam, who fought his own urges and finally lost out. They chatted amicably about gay life in Pittsburgh as they dressed. The two parted ways on the steps of the sports complex and shook hands.
"Thank Bill, really nice talking with you. And let me say that any man who gets to be with you is damned lucky." Sam shot him a heart melting smile.
"You're lover is one helluva lucky man. See ya in class."
Sam watched the tall muscular man jog toward his car in the chill January breeze. He pulled his cell from his coat and saw he had three missed calls from Bruce and Steve but none from Joe. Great, his bosses were probably calling to tell him they needed him another week in Chicago. The call went into voice mail as he strolled across campus to his hulking frost-covered Ford.
He tried calling Joe on his way home to drop off his gym clothes and then head to his brother's. No answer. His frustration was starting to manifest itself in a semi-swollen cock and cum-filled balls. There was a call on his answering machine from Dave that they would meet him at the restaurant. Ron was joining them and they were waiting to hear from Scott. He decided with the little bit of extra time he would check his email for something from Joe and was crushed not to find anything. It struck him as odd Joe wouldn't send at least some little update on the trip home. He threw a load of laundry into the washer and got a stiff reaction from Joe's few items. Damn, he had it bad.
The grill was hopping when he got there but Dave and the boys had managed to get their name on the list so the wait wasn't more than a couple of minutes. By the time their name was called, Scott came ambling through the door. Ron's face lit up as he straightened his posture. It was all he could do to keep from kissing Scott.
Dave Jr. giggled into his father's ear. "Good grief. Talk about a school girl crush."
"I think it's sorta cute."
His son nodded his head. "Yeah. It's cool. He's found someone and is getting his rocks off. At least one of us is."
Dave Sr. dropped his head and sighed. "Information overshare!" The five men followed the waitress to their table and settled in to order. Despite the bustling crowd, their order came very quickly. Steve and Matt wandered in with Matt's son and got a table only two away. They were followed by Bill, the swimmer, with a shorter extremely beefy fireplug of a young man. A true walking side of beef.
He stopped at Sam's table to say hello and introduce Buzz. Sam exchanged glances with Bill who winked and nodded his head slightly. Buzz shook his hand and told Sam he knew him from seeing him near in the neighbourhood where an aunt and uncle lived. Sam had to wonder if his neighbours knew their humpy nephew was gay. They shook hands and headed for a corner table near the bar. Sam's brother shot him a questioning glance. "He's going to be in one of my classes this term and he's gay. Tried to do me in the locker room at school today." His nephew could only make a face. "Nice enough kid and if the football player he's with is also, not straight, wow, there's more happening on this campus than I'd have ever a guessed."
Dave Jr. sighed deeply. "And I still don't have a steady girl friend."
His father slapped the back of his head. "But you have great grades. You have plenty of time for all of that."
"Yeah, my right hand grip is a killer."
"Yeah well, I hear ya there buddy." Sam shot them an amen.
They were just finishing their pizza when Sam's phone rang. He quickly said hello to Steve. "Man, I have been trying to reach you or Bruce or what's his name, Joe, all day. Where have you guys been?"
There was a moment of quiet on the other end. "We've been a bit busy. Sam, Joe's had a bit of a, um, situation. We're still piecing the whole thing together. He's in the Hospital...."
"What? Is he all right?"
"Yeahhhhhhhh, pretty much. Very out of it. Look, as far as we can figure, he got slipped something at a bar last night." He could hear Sam sucking air on the other end. "We are pretty sure there were two of them and they worked him over pretty good. Fucked him to tomorrow and back." Sam was near tears. "We called a Dr. friend of ours who is helping us. And we know two cops who are a couple and they're helping us figure out the whole thing. I don't want to give you all the details over the phone right now."
"So, do you need me to hop a plane and get out there?"
"No, no. He's sore and tired, but we're going to bring him home on a later flight tomorrow. We're hoping he'll be back to normal and all the drugs, whatever they were they gave him are out of his system. Hey, the doc is meeting with us again in a few minutes and I'll call you back in about 45 with more info." Sam struggled to make a sentence. "Bottom line buddy, he's OK. I'm so sorry Sam."
"It's OK Steve. As long as I know you and Bruce are there to look after him. I'll be OK. We're heading home in a few minutes so I'll look forward to your call." Sam hung up and sat in the corner trembling. He worked hard to get the few details out to his brother and friends.
Dave took his hand. "It'll be OK Sam. Davey take my car and follow us over to Sam's? I'm going to drive Sam home. Scott, would you tell Steve and Matt?"
Dave slid behind the wheel of the big Ford as Sam slumped in the corner. "He'll be OK Sam."
"I hope. He works so hard to please me, takes everything in like a sponge. But, there is so much in the world about which he is naive. He's a good kid." Dave looked at the big broken man slumped against the door and said a prayer in his mind.
Sam paced non-stop waiting for the next call from Bruce or Steve. Matt tried to get his son to let him take him home, but the kid sensed something was wrong with Sam's partner and wouldn't leave.
"Son do you understand the relationship between Sam and Joe?"
"Yes sir, they're partners."
"But do you know what partners means in this case?"
"They're lovers. Two gay men who are lovers."
Matt leaned back and looked at his young son. "Do you understand what gay is between two men?"
"Sure. Dad, this is like the new milenmeum, or whatever it is. It's all over the TV and news. I just don't get what all the fuss is about. If two men love each other and want to share their lives, then let them. I don't quite understand the sex part but I guess it'll make sense to me more at some point.
"Do you understand sex between a man and a woman?"
"Yeah, but not all of it. All the nutcases out there saying it's wrong if two men love each other like a man and woman. I don't get it."
Matt blinked and looked up at Steve. "So, let me understand this. You know some about sex between a man and a woman. And you understand what it means for two men to be gay and be in a relationship? And you're OK with all of that."
He made a face. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be? I see the way you and Steve are around each other and how happy you are. Nothing wrong with that. Sure better than mom and that whack job she's dating."
"OK, well we're not going to go their right now. Um, but you, uh, you, understand what Steve and I are, that we, um."
"You're lovers, gees dad, get over it." He hugged his father. "I've never seen you happier. And, if it would be OK, I'd rather live with you than mom. But, she went ballistic went I asked her."
Matt hugged him and fought back a tear. "Well, then we need to discuss this more, maybe not tonight. Why don't you go into the den and watch TV, while we wait out here with Sam." He watched his son head into the other room. Steve came over, pulled Matt into his arms and kissed him.
"Your son's pretty bright. I do love you and if anything, this makes me so much happier that I've made this choice." Matt couldn't talk. He just held Steve tighter and prayed for whatever Joe was going through to end soon.
Scott, Ron and Dave Jr. decided to watch TV with Matt's son while waiting. Dave tried to comfort his brother while Matt and Steve sat at the kitchen counter and kept quiet. All of them jumped when the doorbell rang. Dave went to answer it and found Buzz waiting at the door.
"Hi, look, I now I just met you guys but we heard what was happening and I was concerned for Sam. Bill works 11-7 at one of the hospitals so he went home to nap and get ready for work. Is it OK, if I came in and waited with you?" Dave welcomed him, took his coat and pointed him toward the kitchen.
Sam was at first confused but when he saw the look of concern on the young man's face, all he could do was hug him. Matt set about to offer everyone drinks and Sam pointed out there was plenty of ice cream if anyone wanted any.
Everyone was quietly eating ice cream and chatting about the call, when Sam's cell rang again. This time it was Bruce. Sam hit him with a million questions. It was all Bruce could do to ask him to calm down.
"A friend of ours is here. He and his partner are both cops so they've been helping us. Why don't I let Al give you the details? Al."
"Hi Sam. I'm Al. Hey, I'm sorry we're meeting on the phone like this but I want you to know that Joe is in pretty good shape right now all considered. He's a bit bruised, and, well he evidently was pretty well fucked abusively, but he's not on death's door. The doc is here too and can give you some more details."
Sam choked. "So what exactly happened?'
"We don't have all the details because whatever these guys slipped Joe and whatever drugs they gave him later have him pretty loopy. That's the starting point though. These 2 guys in the bar slipped him something in his drink."
"Like that date rape stuff?"
"Uh, yeah, we aren't sure. They took a lot of blood and are running all kinds of tests to determine what is in his blood. Anyway, this stuff pretty much knocked him into zombieland. And I will tell you this. Bruce and Steve own the apartment building and are smart enough to have surveillance cameras. We have a pretty good shot of these two guys helping Joe back to the building. After that, the details are sketchy. Joe's lapsed in and out of coherency so we aren't sure we have all the details. They used him pretty roughly for sex. And they shaved him."
"Shaved him? He's blond, there's like nothing to shave, well not like he's a bear."
"No but now there's nothing. He has a bit of a goatee now but he's totally shaved. These guys are into total sex slave stuff and shaving is part of it."
"OK, well hair grows back."
"Right but then from what we can understand from Joe, they did every sexual thing to him they could. He has one chipped tooth, not sure how that happened, his ass was paddled until bruised, and they fucked him until he bled. Looks like they used a bunch of toys on him. One of them carried a bag into the building. We watched the tape and there are people who came into the building and got buzzed in by them evidently. They set up a gang bang party and used Joe as the toy." Al heard Sam wheeze on the other end. "You OK Sam?"
"Yeah, ... what else?"
"We aren't sure how many guys participated but Joe got fucked, fist-fucked and had some pretty big things rammed up his ass." Al took a breath. "That's the gist of it. He was gang raped, drugged and left. If Steve, Bruce and Quin hadn't come to check on him and he had been left, we don't know if he would have died from an overdose. We need all the reports back. Here's Tom, the doc."
"Sam? Hi, Tom. I'm a doctor friend of Bruce and Steve's. Let me assure you we are doing all we can for Joe. He should be able to make the trip home with them this weekend. He's a bit bruised which ain't pretty, has a split lip and a butt hole that needs a retread. We're running every blood test we can."
"What about, I mean with all the fucking. I wouldn't assume these guys cared about being safe?"
"No, they found no evidence of condoms unless everything got flushed. Doubtful cause he was a pretty good reserve of cum up the ass. So, if you're concerned about HIV, we are checking and testing. All the usual STD's too. We want to return him to you clean."
At this point Sam was sobbing non-stop. "Thanks. Can I please talk with Bruce?"
Bruce came on the line. "Hey guy, Sam, we are doing all we can for Joey. He's a pretty frightened cub right now but is coming around. He should be OK by time we reach Pittsburgh tomorrow."
"You are going to bring him home?"
"Yeah, we can, although, he insists he will be able to drive. I know he left his car at the airport. Steve can drive his car and I'll follow. He just needs you to be ready to love him when he gets home."
"Could I talk with him?"
"He's out cold. One tired puppy. He needs his rest. One of us will stay with him. Quin has been here the whole time. Al and Jim are working on all the police stuff and Tom is working with medical staff here to insure Joe gets everything he needs. I know it doesn't mean much coming from a voice on the phone but you need to get rest and be strong for him."
Sam sobbed again. "I will be."
"And Sam, he needs your love. He thinks you're going to blame him for this. We talked with bartenders and they corroborate the story. Joe's the victim. He's afraid of you right now."
Sam felt tears flowing from his eyes uncontrollably. "Tell him I don't in any way blame him. I love him and will be here for him."
"I will buddy. You get some rest and we'll call you tomorrow morning."
Sam mumbled good night and hung up, slumped into a chair and sobbed. His friends gathered round and hugged him for support as he did his best to explain the situation. Sam thanked them and told them he thought he would be ok. Matt and Steve had to get Matt's son home but promised they would be back tomorrow. Dave wanted to stay but Sam waved him off. The friends quietly left, each hugging Sam close as they walked out the door. Only Buzz remained. Sam turned to tell him he could leave, that he would be all right. Sam stood in the kitchen doorway, tears streamed down Buzz's face.
"I'm sorry Mr. Chambers. You hardly know me but watching your friends, and their support and love for you. And hearing what's happening with your lover, I can't stop crying."
Sam held the fire plug macho boy in his arms. "Thanks Buzz. It says a lot about you. I mean, you only know me from the gym at the university and you're here pouring out your heart. Thanks. He kissed the top of the young man's crew cut.
"I can only hope I can find someone to love as much as you guys all love each other."
"What about Bill?"
He sucked in another breath. "Bill's a great guy, but we're just fuck buddies. He's got a big dick and well, I love getting fucked, but that's it."
Sam felt a few more sobs escape the muscle hunk in his arms. "You want it to be more, don't you?"
Buzz took a deep breath and shook his head. "Yeah. I was hoping when we graduated this spring we could share a place while he's in med school. I have a job lined up so we'd be in good shape, but it ain't what he wants."
"It'll happen, but it has to happen on its own." Buzz hugged him tighter and sobbed again. Sam had to struggle now to will his dick to not get hard. The muscular body in his arms was generating too much heat. "You can't force love on someone."
"I hope your lover, Joe, will be OK. You seem to have found the right person."
"I have. I just have to convince him now I don't blame him in any way for this whole sordid happening."
Buzz started to sob uncontrollably in Sam's arms. Both men had full erections and we're trying not to react. Sam's heart was breaking for the kid.
"Look Buzz, I could end up being ridiculed for this unmercifully from my friends but do you want to stay tonight?" Buzz nodded.
"I don't want sex with you sir, but I'd love to be held by you tonight."
"It's still a bit early but I'm like totally wiped out now. Let's go to bed. This way, through that door. Go ahead, I'm going to lock up." Buzz plodded toward the bedroom. Sam watched and felt another tear roll down his cheek. He adjusted his stiff dick as he locked the front door. Just for a moment, he thought he saw a shadow again in the front yard but on second looking, couldn't see anything.
Buzz was in the bathroom when Sam walked into the bedroom. He called to Buzz that there was a new toothbrush in the drawer and to feel free to use it. Sam stood in the middle of the room and shuddered. The picture of Joe and him on the nightstand made his heart skip a beat. He stripped out of his clothes and laid them on a chair. Buzz walked out of the bathroom and gasped to see Sam in his underwear.
"Wow, I've seen you in the gym but you are one hot daddy."
Sam chuckled and studied Buzz's own thick muscular frame. "Thanks."
"Guess it's obvious what I like. I want so much to have what you and Joe have. Look, I can leave, or stay in another room."
"No, it's OK Buzz. Really. I need to hold someone right now. And it seems we're both hurting so it can only help us heal. Please. Stay. I'll try to control my friend here."
Buzz laughed. "I sorta have the same problem." He crossed the room to hug Sam and held him tightly. The man was a good six inches taller but felt right. "Hey, damn. There's someone looking in your window."
Sam turned to see a blurred face quickly disappear. He took off toward the front door with Buzz yelling after him. Before Buzz could stop him, Sam was out the door in his underwear and bare feet looking for whoever it was. He yelled at the fleeting shadow as Buzz called him back into the house.
"Who was that?"
Sam stomped back into the house, shivering. "We think it's our old nosey neighbour, some whack job bible thumper up the street. Old man Toomey."
"Oh yeah. My aunt and uncle have talked about him. Creeps everybody out."
"Well, Officer Sullivan is a friend of mine so I'll call him in the morning." Sam trembled.
"If your neighbours looked out their windows, they just got an eyeful."
"Well, it did make my dick relax." He hugged Buzz again for some warmth. "Let's go to bed."
Sam pulled Buzz to him, kissed him lightly on the cheek and enfolded the beefy football player in his arms. They woke up to a bright sunny Saturday. Buzz was still asleep as Sam carefully pulled his arms away from the beefy stud. He sat on the edge of the bed and thought about the day ahead.
"Still worried about Joe?" Buzz said quietly from behind him. Sam nodded. "It'll be OK. You have a lot of love to give him and that will get both of you through this sir."
"I know Buzz, thanks. I'm just a bit apprehensive."
"You worried about HIV? It's not the death sentence it used to be, but I feel in my heart he's all right."
"Thanks." He felt Buzz move on the bed and felt the heat from his body behind him. Strong hands began to massage his tense back muscles.
"Damn that feels good. Where'd you learn that?"
"I'm a physical therapy major, sir. I'll have my Masters and I mentioned I have a job lined up. Um, big knot there, sir."
"Always is there. Is that your dick I feel against my back?"
"Yes, I'm sorry sir." Sam laughed lightly. I can't help it around you."
"Mmmm, oh yeah right there, uh. So, Buzz what's your real name?"
"Alfred sir. Alfred Carbonetti." Sam chuckled. "Yeah, I hate Alfred, don't mind Al, but I've been Buzz all my life cause I tend to be high energy, sir."
Sam relaxed in the strong hands and felt some of the tension leaving his body. "Answer another question for me?"
"What sir?" Buzz worked his neck muscles. Sam felt his body relax more, except for his dick.
"You were either brought up in a very mannered family and taught respect or, why do you always say sir."
Buzz felt his face redden. "Because sir, it's right that I show you proper respect. As a Master, I am here to serve you."
"What makes you think I'm a Master?"
"Everything about you sir."
"So, Buzz, what you really want in a relationship is to serve a master? And that isn't Bill either?"
"No sir, Bill's a great guy and throws me a good fuck, but he doesn't give me what I want or need. Well, other than his dick up my ass." Sam smiled. He reached up, took Buzz's right hand, then slowly stood up and turned to face him. His cock was rock hard in his underwear. Buzz visibly trembled.
"You'll find everything you need to clean yourself in the bathroom son." Buzz looked up into Sam's glistening eyes, got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. When he returned a few minutes later, Sam stood before him in his boots and chaps. Buzz licked his lips and dropped to his knees. "My boy shows his respect to my boots." Buzz kissed each boot then with his head still bowed asked if he could serve Sam's cock. Sam granted him permission and Buzz made love to the big man's cock. He slowly kissed the long throbbing tool and kissed each of Sam's fat balls before swallowing the thick shaft to the base. Sam was impressed with his technique. He obviously had a lot of practice.
"Please sir, fuck me."
"On the bed, on your back and hold up your legs. Did you find the lube?"
"Yes sir." Buzz did as he was told. Sam tested the tight pucker with two fingers and found it slick and warm. Buzz groaned as Sam worked several fingers into the hungry hole to loosen him. He positioned himself against the young man and pushed forward to the hilt in one quick move. Buzz just grunted them moaned.
"I'm impressed."
"It's easy to serve you sir." Sam began to slowly fuck the big beefy butt. He worked at pacing his fucking of the football ass until he heard some slight whimpers. Buzz begged him to fuck him harder until both men were sweating. Sam slammed the man's butt hard. "Please sir, I don't think I can hold, shit, I can't hold it."
"Go ahead Buzz." Buzz's whole body shook with his cock shooting thick ropes of cum between them. The effect got to him and Sam buried his load deep in the willing ass. He fell forward and kissed the handsome young man. He pulled his dick out and stood up.
"I shouldn't have given in sir, it was wrong of me." Buzz fell to his knees and kissed Sam's boots.
Sam pulled him to his feet and hugged him. "Maybe, that's not your concern. We both needed that. It doesn't diminish my love for Joe. If anything it makes me realize how much I love him and how lucky I am he wants to serve me. I want you to be part of our little family group Buzz."
"I'd really like that sir. It would mean a great deal to me."
"Of course, you realize you may be in for some hardcore fucking from them?"
Buzz's eyes lit up. "Damn, works for me."
Sam sighed. "On the other hand, I broke one of my rules not to fool around with a student."
"But I'm not in any of your classes, so technically, I'm not one of your students. It was, uh, just two gym buddies having fun. And one of them just happened to have fun with his dick up the other's ass." Sam laughed. "Where'd you learn to suck cock that good?"
Buzz blushed. "I suck my older brother off all the time. And my dad." Sam gave him a concerned look. "Willingly sir. My dad never forced me, I begged him."
"In a lot of ways, you are a lot like Joe. Go take a shower. I'm going to make some coffee." Buzz headed to the bathroom. Sam stood in the kitchen still in his boots and chaps, making coffee when the phone rang. It was Bruce telling him they were catching a plane at 10:30 which would get them into Pittsburgh at 1:30 EST. Joe was still dejected but seemed to be functioning fairly well. He was still very upset but Steve and Bruce would give him pep talks on the plane. Sam thanked them and hung up. He turned to head toward the bathroom when the doorbell rang. He peeked around the corner and saw Officer John through the full glass. No need to be shy there. He walked over and welcomed John.
The cop looked at Sam's attire and stumbled for words. "I had a message from Steve and Matt about Joe. Um, I'm confused."
"Don't be, it's not as low class as it seems. Just two souls who needed to comfort each other." John hugged his friend but tried not to cause any sexual response. "Coffee's brewing, help yourself when it's ready. I need to take a shower. Buzz walked out of the bedroom in his jeans and sneakers, pulling on his tight sweater. Officer John's eyes lit up. Not nearly as much as did Buzz's.
"I'll let Buzz explain. Buzz this is Officer John Sullivan. This is Buzz. Good timing John."
"What?"
"Trust me." Sam quickly showered and dressed. John and Buzz were chatting like old friends when he rejoined them in the kitchen.
"Buzz told me about your night. You feeling better?"
Sam took a deep breath. "Yeah. I'll do whatever I have to to get Joe through this. And in the meantime, I made a new friend."
"Matt called, so did your brother and Scott."
"I thought I heard the phone."
"Everyone's checking in on you. So you need to let them know what's up." Sam nodded and took a deeper breath.
"Well, Sammy, I am heading to the gym before going to work, well, I really need to hit the store first. Um, Buzz, would you like to be my workout partner?" Buzz almost fell off the barstool.
"I'd be honoured sir. Just tell me where and when?"
"Grab your coat, buddy, let's go." Buzz looked at Sam.
"Go ahead Buzz. I'm fine. I have a lot to do here before Joe gets home." Buzz hurried out the door following the big cop.
Buzz stopped to kiss Sam. "Thanks. I don't have words to...."
"Dude let's roll." John's big smiling face filled the door.
"Yes sir!" Sam chuckled thinking about what he just unleashed on the cop.
Sam spent the afternoon shopping for groceries, cleaning and catching up on things around the house. He didn't want anything to interfere when Joe got home from Chicago. AT 4:30 he began to get a bit worried about Joe not being home. He scrolled to Bruce and Steve's number on his cell and waited impatiently for one of them to pick up. Bruce finally answered.
"Hey buddy, this is Sam. Joe wouldn't happen to be with you would he?"
There was a pause on the other end of the phone. "No, we landed at the airport and got our bags without any problem, then walked him to his car. You telling me he's not home yet??"
"NO, he's not. I tried his cell but it went into voice pick up."
"I don't have a clue. Let me try and reach him too. I hope nothing else happened. The last thing he'd need is for his car to break down on the way home. He was pretty apprehensive as it was. I'll call ya right back." Sam hung up and walked back and forth between the kitchen and the front door. The phone rang about 20 minutes later as Bruce called back.
"Sam, he's at a friend's. Some guy named Brian from school."
"I don't think I know a Brian."
"It sounded like it might be someone you don't know. He's having a rough time. Basically, he's afraid to face you?" He heard Sam gasp on the other end.
"Why? I don't blame him for any of this, it's not his fault, these jokers slipped him something, some drug then pretty much just fucked the shit out of him and beat him."
"Yeah, but he thinks he let you down and there's a whole trust question in his mind."
"Oh fuck. I wouldn't have even had a problem if he had slept with someone. I know it's me he's coming home to, not like we're ending it." Bruce detected a notable catch in Sam's voice. "So, he's not answering my call cause of caller ID?"
"Probably. Look, let me talk to him again and try to get him to at least call you."
"Please tell him to come home. We both need each other right now. We have all day tomorrow to work this out."
"I'll relay the message. You going to be home?"
A huge sigh told Bruce how much Sam was hurting. "Yeah. I'll be here. Thanks."
Sam hung up and sank onto the den sofa. His mind was blank on what to do with himself. He spent an hour trying to do some prep work for classes but finally gave up. He just couldn't focus. He decided a long workout would be what he needed to work through some of his tension and concern. A few minutes later he headed to the basement to their home gym. He pushed tons weight, ran on the treadmill and did another round of lifting before collapsing in a sweaty heap on one of the benches. His T-shirt had long been discarded as soaking wet during the three hour marathon. He felt pumped and primed. His reflection in the mirror was of a man thick with muscle, in tight workout shorts and shoes, whose face still did nothing to hide the concern and hurt he was feeling. He tried to amuse himself with a few poses when the phone finally rang.
"Hi, Sam, Bruce. Look, I was on the phone with Joe. As was Steve for a long, long time. We tried. We called him back an hour later and tried again. He's beside himself in guilt. He's afraid of your reaction to him."
"What? So they shaved him, no big deal. Hair grows back. Bruises will heal. I'll help him through all that."
"Well, there's more but he really needs to be the one to talk with you. And before you get more upset, they hadn't come back with the full med report but preliminary analysis didn't show any sign of HIV. So it looks like he missed that fortunately."
"I'm stumped."
"So are we. He's a confused pup right now. He needs time."
Sam took a deep breath and fought off sobbing. "Ok, it's the least I can do. I'll try to be patient. Please tell him I love him and I'll be here waiting."
"We already did. You try to get some rest. We know it ain't easy. But you guys will get through this. Call us again if you need anything. OK?"
"Yeah, sure, thanks guy." Sam flexed another front double biceps in the mirror and slowly plodded upstairs. It was after eight o'clock and he had absolutely no appetite but knew he had better try to eat something. He rummaged through the freezer to find something he could pop into the oven. He started the oven warming up, walked into the laundry room to throw his soggy shirt into the laundry hamper and saw his pick-up still sitting outside in the driveway. It was a reasonably warm winter evening but throwing the soggy shirt back now would be making it too chilly. He opted to just run outside shirtless and pull the truck into the garage. The keys were on the kitchen counter convenient to running out the back door. He almost ran into Toomey as he rounded the corner of the garage.
"Toomey! What the hell are you doing? You damned near scared the shit outta me. What're ya doing here? What? Trying to peek in my windows again?" He menacingly approached the surprised man and pushed him in the chest. "What is it you want to see? What're you trying the fuck to find out?"
"Nothing. Nothing. You're wrong. I ain't doing nothing." The man retreated a few steps. Sam kept in his face.
"Nothing? You're damn'near in my kitchen. Well here I am, just about fucking naked. No secrets here." He pushed the man's shoulder causing him to stumble backwards.
"Stop, I ain't spying on you?"
"You're on my property. Anyone coming to the house would most likely go to the front door, not the back door, just ain't convenient. You getting' an eyeful when you peek in the bedroom? This what you're looking for?" Sam pulled down his shorts, grabbed his cock and balls at the base and flaunted the trembling man?"
"Oh my, stop."
"What? Too much for ya?" He slowly backed the man around to the front of the house, pulled his shorts back up but stroked his cock through the tight spandex.
"You're obscene, you cocksucking faggot."
"I may be a cocksucking faggot but I ain't going around peeking in people's windows to get my jollies. Or are you looking to get lucky?" Sam towered over the cowering man.
The man turned to run away just as a police cruiser came down the street and flipped on it's spotlight.
"What's going on here? Sam? What's Happening? Toomey what are doing here?"
"Nothing, I'm not doing nothing. This man just exposed himself to me." Officer Sullivan glanced at Sam.
"Not denying it John." Sam flexed his chest and tightened his hands on his hips. "I'm tired of this jerk peeking in my windows. Ran right into him as I came around the back of my house to put away my pickup."
"Toomey! Get the hell out of here and get your sorry ass home." The man ran off down the street. Sam stumbled backwards. "Don't get upset Sam."
"You're letting him go?"
"Did you actually catch him at your window?"
"No." John walked back to the cruiser and turned off the engine.
John walked back over to Sam, turned him around and walked him back to his garage. "Put your truck away." He followed Sam into the house. "Sam, believe me, Toomey will get his. Please trust me and be patient. Did you really flash him?" Sam nodded. "And he didn't feint?"
Sam began to laugh. "Well, I thought he had a moment when he might. His face was like `holy shit."
"Well, dude, you are like hung obscenely. But for both our sakes, don't do that again. Unless, of course, you are flashing me." He looked around the kitchen then back at Sam. "You were working out? Um, Joe's not home?"
Sam took a deep breath and waved his arm. He tried to speak but sunk into a chair as his body shook. "No. He's staying with a friend. He, uh, can't face me right now." John got down on one knee and held Sam. "He's feeling like he let me down. It's not his fault, I don't blame him, I don't hold him in any way responsible. I just want to be sure he's all right. And safe."
"Give him some time." Sam finally broke down and cried. "Let it go buddy. But rest assured he'll be home. He loves you too." Sam nodded as John rubbed his back. "You want me to come back and stay here tonight, not to sleep with you. Just be here?"
Sam shook his head. "No, I'll be all right." John looked deeply into his eyes. "No, no, please come back. I'm wrong. Having someone else here would really help."
"Good, I'll run home and grab some stuff and be back here by midnight. You still be awake?"
"Yeah, I don't think I'm going to sleep." John stood up and walked toward the front door.
"Back in a couple of hours. Try to eat something, um, you might want to shower, and, um, it'll be OK."
Sam sighed and slowly got up from the chair. He popped a frozen pizza into the oven and headed to the shower. He let the hot water flow over his emotionally spent body. The thick towel felt god against his skin. He pulled on his oldest comfortable sweats. The pizza helped but he only managed to eat two slices. He flopped on to the sofa in the den and searched through seemingly endless TV channels. True to his word, Officer John returned to spend the night.
Sam offered him some cold pizza. One of John's favourite food groups. The two men settled in on the sofa to watch a movie. Sam snuggled back against John. The big officer's arm nestled across Sam's chest.
Soft threads of sunlight woke them up as it filtered between the slats of the window blinds. Sam quietly stirred.
"John? You awake?"
"I am now. I don't believe we slept all through the night on the sofa. Haven't done that in years."
"Thanks. For being here. I probably wouldn't have slept at all if you hadn't been here. What time is it?"
"7:30. Still a little tired."
"Go ahead and sleep while I pull some breakfast together."
"Nah, I'll nap later." He plodded behind Sam into the kitchen and watched Sam make coffee. "Mmmm, that smells good. Sam, don't worry. Be patient with Joe. He'll come around. You can see how much he loves you in his eyes, this will all work out. You'll see." Sam smiled and nodded.
The two men ate breakfast and chatted while browsing through the Sunday papers. John helped Sam clean up the breakfast dishes then quietly hugged him. "Thanks John. I guess I went off the deep end with Toomey last night."
"He's such a fucking hypocrite. I would have loved to seen his face when he saw that monster cock. That had to have been classic." The two men hugged each other and laughed. John broke it off to answer his cell. Sam poured them two more cups of coffee but stopped when he saw the look on John's face.
"What's wrong?"
John pulled him back into his arms. "It's Matt. Some drunk slammed into him this morning. Matt was on his way to work and this guy broadsided him. He's in Shadyside Hospital That was the police office. Steve called there looking for me."
"Is he...how bad, he's still alive right?"
"Yeah, but still in the OR. It didn't sound good."
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