Starting Again

Starting Again Chapter 27 by lennoxbear@gmail.com

Pittsburgh

The Airport was bustling with activity Wednesday morning. The usual collection of business commuters, vacationers, last minute impulse travelers and a small gaggle of gay buds scurried to various gates and among the numerous shops. Sam and Joe said their goodbyes from the center hub. Their flights to NYC and Chicago were departing from gates on different concourses. Joe had a fleeting moment of looking like a lost pup. Bruce and Steve promised to take good care of him in Chicago then grinned evilly. Joe whimpered help me' until Bruce slapped his ass. Sam heard a simple nevermind' as the three men headed toward their gate.

Buzz lumbered along a short time later after telling John goodbye via the phone. It was the first time the two men would be separated for work and he was not looking forward to it. John was driving to his conference in DC and still had a four-hour trek ahead of him. Buzz perked up a minute later when he saw Sam's smiling face among the crowd at the gate. Sam had saved him a seat in the waiting area. The two beefy men sitting next to each other, even in the wider seats, still took up a lot of room. Sam was dressed in his usual travel clothes: a pair of scuffed but comfortable black sneakers, worn but clean blue jeans that hugged his legs very suggestively, a battered baseball cap and a skin tight knit T-shirt with the logo of a gym in San Francisco printed on it in faded lettering. People's eyes widened when a smaller version flopped down in the next chair in clean white sneakers, tight black jeans and a somewhat looser T-shirt that still did little to hide the shorter man's thick pumped upper body. Buzz wore a car rental company cap on his shaved head. The two goateed men looked like vacationers heading for the beach rather than a conference in New York.

"I've never been to a business conference before. I had hard time packing. I have a lot of casual stuff in my carryon and all the dressier crap in my checked suitcase."

Sam smiled knowingly. "What about your `fun' apparel?"

Buzz blushed. "In my checked bag. Didn't want to have to explain anything to security."

"Oh there's very little they haven't seen but it doesn't hurt. I do the same thing, only the essentials in the carryon. If it's a short trip, I try to make do with just the carryon."

"Well, I'm hoping you can show me a bit of the city from the you know, fun side."

Sam patted Buzz's thigh. "John made me promise to take care of you." Buzz smiled then had a worried flash shoot over his face. He looked intently at Sam. "It's the least I can do." Sam added dryly. They were about to share the newspaper when a commotion arose on the other side of the gathering crowd.

"Gimp coming through. Watch your toes, student driver. Gimp coming through." Zeke wheeled his chair through the parting crowd with a red-faced Spence behind him. He rolled over to where Sam and Buzz sat and high-fived Buzz. "Morning boys. Great day to travel."

Spence dropped their carryon bags. "If you ever want to make good time, Zeke can suck up and get through any line quickly."

Zeke shrugged. "Sucking. It's a talent. You learn when you're in a chair to pack basically survival gear and check everything else. And I've been through security so many times with my chair that I can usually make it through the gate on crutches before they finish checking the chair. My bag is light, I wear jeans, a T, a cap and shoes." Buzz glanced at his crotch. "Nope, only what you see. If they have to search me, it's a true hands-on experience."

"You aren't embarrassed."

"Only once. Threw a stiffy. That was a hard time." Zeke laughed at his own joke as Spence flopped down on the other side of Sam.

"I was so worried about his getting through the gate that when I turned to see where he was the guard smacked me in the nuts with that wand thing. Woke me up."

Zeke laughed. "He did that on purpose. He was checking you out buddy. But you're mine so don't get any ideas."

The attendants announced boarding and Zeke and Spence got their seats up front. Sam and Buzz were a couple of seats behind. Fortunately the flight was only 90% full so they had a three-seat row with an empty space between them. The one male attendant licked his lips when he saw Spence and then Zeke's muscular body. He blinked rapidly when he came to Sam and Buzz. The man smiled broadly and welcomed them aboard.

Buzz giggled. "I think he's got our story."

Sam glanced at the attendant's beefy butt. "Doesn't matter. He's making up his own fantasy by now. Hmm, here he comes." He slipped his hand into Buzz's and held it across the empty seat. Buzz looked confused for a moment until the attendant slowed as he walked by then let out a low whimper. Later, Zeke told them they were responsible for giving the man a wet spot.

New York City The flight was quick and boring. The four friends shared a van into the city to the conference hotel. Zeke and Spence welcomed the special attention the chair got them and whisked through check-in. Buzz stood impatiently behind Sam wishing he had peed when they got to the hotel. He was about to step around Sam when the clerk finished. Sam held out key to him.

"I had your room changed to share with me. Hope you don't mind."

Buzz's face lit up. "No that's great."

"Only has a king-sized bed." Buzz moaned quietly. "I intend to keep my word to John."

"What about Joe?"

Sam smiled and licked his lips slowly. "Bruce and Steve and their buddy Quin will take care of Joe."

Buzz nodded. "Oh. Ohhhhhhhh."

The four men unpacked a few things then decided to hit the gym for a late morning workout. They had a nice leisurely lunch, saw a few shops then headed back to the hotel for the conference registration cocktail party.

DC By the time the four friends were heading to their hotel, John was only about halfway to DC. He had stopped along the turnpike for another large cup of coffee and to relieve himself of the first large cup he sucked down before leaving their suburb in Pittsburgh. The big Charger rumbled along through Pennsylvania, Maryland and along the beltway to the exit he needed for his conference. It was still a bit early so he took a side trip and stopped for some lunch. The hotel wasn't likely to allow him to check in that early. The neighbourhood restaurants were busy in the Adams-Morgan section so he settled for an area between there and Dupont Circle. Luck was with him as he snuggled the Dodge into a rare parking spot and got out to stretch his thick legs. His worn black jeans did little to disguise the thick layers of muscle on his legs and butt. His battered biker boots echoed on the street as he sauntered along to find a restaurant in the warm sun. The snug blue T-shirt hugged the mountainous pecs as he slid his big frame into a sidewalk table in front of a bustling café. Men walking by stared openly at the cop as he relaxed and sipped the glass of water an admiring well-built waiter placed in front of him. He had just placed his order when Buzz called on his cell phone.

"Hey pup, how are you? Good, glad you're sharing with Sam. And I do mean sharing. You do whatever he asks or tells you. Yeah, that too. Not now. Wait till you get back to the hotel you horndog. Yeah, me too. I think I'm going to call the hotel and see if I can check in early, then find a gym. Of course, why would I go anywhere without my workout gear? Right, our first registration thing is this afternoon. I can do that before going to the gym. Yeah, they have some kind of dinner tonight but unless I meet someone I know, I may skip it. Uh, just a bunch of cops. We all put our pants on the same way. Okay, or take them off the same way. Am I going to have to call Sam to have him get you under control? Well, if he's standing right there tell him you're being a bad boy." John casually adjusted his stiffening dick in his tight jeans imagining the four friends at the gym and his partner being under Sam's control. "Okay, well call me when you can or I'll try to call you. You be good, or else. Love ya, bye." John smiled to himself as he pulled the hotel number up on his phone. "Hi, I have a reservation for this afternoon and was wondering is you might have a room available in another 30 minutes or so. Sullivan. John Sullivan. Right. Super. I'm having lunch and I am not that far away. Thank you, appreciate it." He flipped the phone shut and sipped his iced tea. He was idly scratching his left pec when the waiter came by with his order.

"Would you like anything else with that chest sir, oh, excuse me. I mean would you like anything else. I'm so sorry."

John laughed. "Don't be. No. I'm fine. Thank you." The waiter hurried away admonishing himself for the slip. John looked at the man and thought not bad. Nice shoulders, good pecs, big arms, legs are maybe a bit skinny. The waiter refilled his iced tea. "You can bring the check when you get a chance." The waiter came back in a couple of minutes and patiently waited for John to get his card from his wallet. His eyes widened when he saw the badge clipped to the man's belt.

"Oh no, you're a cop. Now I really feel like a fool."

John handed him the card. "Don't. I enjoyed the comment and the view." The waiter flexed his chest as he headed for the register. John smiled again as he signed the receipt. He stood up to place it in his wallet, and turned to leave. The waiter was smiling nervously near the door as John brushed by. He let his hand rub against the man's ample basket in the snug jeans. "I know what this restaurant is. Why else do you think I ate here? Nice chest. He playfully tweaked a nipple as he left. The man nodded as John walked down the street toward his car.

Fifteen minutes later he was pulled into the hotel garage and parked the rumbling car. There were several policemen he recognized from other conferences milling between the vehicles in the garage. Nice assortment of beef. If nothing else, the sights were generally good at a law enforcement event. The check-in was smooth and quick. The clerk had his bags sent to the room as John headed for the registration table. The clerk stopped him and handed him a flyer for a nearby gym.

"We have an arrangement with this place. You sorta look like you might workout while you're here."

"You read my mind. Thanks buddy." John headed down the long hallway and was about to turn the corner to the registration table when a tall lean but well-built man walked directly into him.

"Whoa, sorry buddy, guess I was, John? Hey John, Dave from Houston. Good to see ya." The two men hugged and shook hands. "Glad you came to this. Lots of stuff on the agenda. And our group is having a get together later if you are interested."

"Really? As part of the conference?" "No, this organization isn't open enough yet to let an officially hosted hospitality suite from the gay cops group be sanctioned. We're doing it on our own. Hey, hope to see you. I gotta run. The officers, hmmm bad pun, of our group are having a meeting in a few minutes. Here's my card with the cell number. Give me a call. Damn, you look good. Getting bigger every time I see you. I know it's only been a couple of times, but damn. Mm-mm beef." John snickered to himself as he slipped the card into his pocket.

He slid past two big guys who were standing within earshot who didn't look like they had appreciated the gay comment. The two men scowled at John. He kept on walking figuring any exchange only played into their game if they were homophobic. The hall was busy and noisy. He didn't think too many other people had heard anything. And if they did, too bad. He was a gay cop with a hot lover and he was comfortable with himself for the most part. Registration was also quick and painless. He was in his room and unpacked in no time.

He changed into workout gear. It would be easier to just come back to the hotel to shower. The gym was a five-block walk and worth every step. The place was well-equipped and spacious but not too busy. He set about what would normally be his routine for that day and worked his way slowly through everything. The place was filled with people for the conference. Beefy muscular cops in every size, shape and age were pumping away. It was a uniform queen's wet dream. Only thing was they were out of uniform. He struck up a couple of casual conversations with guys and for the most part everyone was easy going.

Only one guy didn't seem to like to share. A 30-something blond guy with a lot of beef and attitude to match was particularly unfriendly. John had crossed paths with the guy from Houston again and a couple of other muscleheadz from the gay cop group. The attitudinal guy bumped into Dave as he was going back and caused him to lurch forward. Dave turned to say something but only got an icy stare back. While Dave was taller, the other guy had way more muscle and having a fight between two cops would not look good. A couple other guys nearby shot the asshole a look but he and his workout buddies didn't seem to give a shit. They strutted across the gym to a weight rack to do some leg work and glared back at Dave and John.

John sighed. "There's one in every gym. Good build, nice big chest, not bad legs but that snake tattoo. Pretty shoddy work. Really detracts from what would be a pretty nice calf otherwise."

Dave shrugged. "Yeah guys like that aren't worth the breath. Sadly, he's probably a cop. Sorta looks familiar from the hotel maybe. Sooner or later it catches up with them. Somewhere along the way he'll get his. Hey, what are you doing for dinner?"

John shook his head. "No plans. My partner is in New York for a conference with a couple of our friends so I can't even spend time on the phone with him. Not that I would. Not much of a phone person."

"Well, it's 6:30 now. You want to meet for dinner at say 7:30 or 7:45. In the lobby by the coffee bar?"

John nodded. "Okay. Gives us all time to shower and make pretty."

Dave snickered. "Pretty ain't a word that describes many here. Give me a call if something else comes up. And, uh, don't shower too much of that fragrance away. Mmmmmm."

John rolled his eyes. "Okay. See ya then. I'm going to head back. Basically did everything I usually do on a Wednesday. A nice hot shower will feel good." He shook hands with Dave and the two other guys and headed toward the front door. The streets were rather busy with tourists, office workers on their way home and people in town for conferences like John's. He headed back to the hotel and was surprised by the activity in the lobby. Cops, wives of cops, partners and many other people connected to the conference were everywhere. He had left his briefcase in the car. It would be easier to get it now than in the morning when everyone would be hustling to get to their first session. The elevators were crowded with waiting people. He searched out the stairs to the parking garage. There were only a couple of people headed to the lobby in the stairwell. He walked out onto the level where he had left his car and stopped a moment to get his bearings. The garage was obviously already filled so there were no other people around. John squeezed between two trucks to get to the other side of the elevator housing and turned in the direction of the Charger. Pain shot through his calves and then through the side of his neck. He slumped to the concrete floor as three large men closed around him.

New York Sam was stretched out on the bed watching the news. John sat next to him quietly reading the conference literature. They were waiting for a call from Spence and Zeke and then out to dinner. The phone ringing actually startled the two almost asleep men.

Sam picked up the receiver and cleared his throat. "Sam here. Hey, hi Matt. Yeah, we were wondering where you were. Sorry to hear that. Business meetings when you're away on business sucks. You missed a good workout but we'll put you through the paces tomorrow. What room are you in anyway? Okay, yeah, we're waiting for Spence and Zeke to call now so we can go to dinner. Sure you're welcome. Great. I'll ring ya back as soon as they call."

Buzz rolled over toward Sam and laid his arm across Sam's tight waist. "So we finally heard from Matt?"

"Yeah, he got stuck in some lame-ass meeting as he says. He's joining us for dinner. I don't know about you but I am getting really hungry. Hope those two lovebirds aren't fucking their brains out while we wait to go to dinner."

Buzz squeezed Sam's basket. "I could go for an appetizer myself."

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I don't think we'll have time for that, stop it, damn boy, you make it hard and you'll be riding it later."

John rubbed harder. "I'm counting on that. John said I was to take care of you. Mmm, that feels so good."

"You're about to start the juice flowing stop it." Sam rolled toward Buzz, grabbed him and started to tickle him. The phone broke their silliness. "You are so going to get it." Buzz bounced from the bed and into the bathroom. "Hey guys. We were wondering what happened to you. A nap, right. Sure we'll meet you in the lobby. Matt called so I am going to ring him back and tell him. Okay, in five."

Buzz was changing his shirt and tucking it into his jeans. "Finally we can eat. What were they doing?"

"Spence claims they were napping but I could hear Zeke giggling in the background. My bet is someone got fucked."

Buzz sighed miserably. "Well, it wasn't me." Sam dope-slapped him as they headed out the door to the lobby. Matt was already waiting when they arrived. It took another three minutes for Spence and Zeke to get off the elevator.

The three men glared at them. Zeke shot them a big shit-eating grin. "What? We're like still newlyweds, ya know?"

Sam, Buzz and Matt dropped their heads and stared. "Oh get over it. You've already worn out the warranty on each other's butts." The men looked over a list of nearby restaurants and settled on a small bistro that that the staff highly recommended. The place was only four blocks away and not too crowded. They only had a chance at one drink before their table was ready. A big smile spread across the waiter's face when he walked up to greet them.

"Good evening gentlemen, welcome. I'm Bryce and I'll be your waiter. May I get you a drink?" He took their drink orders and walked away. Buzz tilted his head.

"Nice butt."

Matt's eyes widened. "I didn't think you noticed those things?"

"Oh yeah, John is trying to broaden my horizons." The waiter brought their drinks and once again smiled happily. The men exchanged a few comments among themselves that were not lost on the waiter.

"Gentlemen, would anyone care for an appetizer?"

Buzz laughed. "I tried for one earlier but was told we didn't have time." Everyone looked at Sam.

"Stop." Bryce looked from Sam to Buzz.

"Buddy, from where I stand, that ain't an appetizer. It's a full dinner platter. No appetizers? Are you ready to order?" He went from man to man taking their order. The men joked with Bryce who had pretty much come out to them. Matt's phone rang as he finished. Matt excused himself to go to the lobby to take the call. Bryce's eyes followed Matt's jean clad butt. "Oh my."

Sam snorted his drink. "Yeah, we all agree."

Bryce's face went bright red. "Gentlemen, don't get me wrong but, while everyone at this table is a 10, that man is just, well, he's..."

Spence giggled. "Oh yeah, we agree. And not an ounce of ego or attitude."

Bryce shook his head in agreement. "I'll go place your orders while I can still walk."

The friends explained to Matt what Bryce had said when he returned to the table. Matt blushed. "I guess I should thank him. That was Steve. He says hello. He and Gus worked out together and just had dinner. They're hanging out a while with the dogs. Steve thinks Gus is about to be really hard hit by empty nest syndrome. And he thinks Gus is wavering over you know."

Zeke nodded. "Mansex? I'd do him." The men all drank to Gus.

Matt was sitting on the wall side of the table when Bryce came back to see if anyone needed another drink. He quietly ran his hand up Bryce's leg as the waiter fought to retain control. "They told you didn't they?" Matt grinned. "I will uh, get your drinks. Your dinners should be ready shortly. Uh, uh, I'm avoiding you. Any closer and I'll be needing a napkin."

The five men bust out laughing as Bryce's went back to the bar. He returned a couple of minutes later with their drinks and another waiter who carried a tray with their orders. Bryce instructed who got what warning the waiter about Matt. The man took one look at the group of five men and offered himself as dessert.

Bryce smiled and went into a silly `well, we're nothing else if not cheap' act. He thanked them and walked away to let them eat. He checked on them again and removed plates allowing them time to enjoy their meal. Buzz excused himself while the waiter prepared the check. He was skipping dessert to go back to the room and call John. He handed his money to Sam and thanked Bryce as he left.

"Was it something I said?" Sam took the check. "No, he wanted to get back to the hotel room to call his master and exchange sweet silly pleasantries. As if dessert here wasn't sweet enough. Bryce thank you for a wonderful evening, we enjoyed your service.

"But I haven't even done you?"

Spence snickered and pointed at Zeke. "Well we're together so you have to suck up to those two."

"Up?"

Sam dropped his head. "I have to beg off for another obligation. Matt it's up to you. Thank you Bryce. We will probably come back before we leave town. Hopefully you'll be working."

Bryce laughed. "Oh yeah, I have to. My lover actually owns the place so we're up to our ears in hock. Where'd the other guy go?"

"Maybe to the men's room. Have a good evening." Bryce thanked the men again and watched them leave. His heart skipped a beat at the generous tip.

"Damn I would have done all of them twice for this." He headed for the register but was intercepted by Matt coming out of the kitchen.

"Hi. Thanks for a great evening and a wonderful meal. Your lover's quite attractive in addition to being a talented chef. But I asked his permission first."

"What?" Matt slipped his arm around Bryce's neck and gave him a long deep wet kiss. "Damn." Matt smiled sweetly and walked away.

Bryce let his breath out in short puffs. He walked into the kitchen, to the office where his lover was looking over the next day's specials, fell to his knees and ripped open his partner's pants. "Shut up. I don't care that we have another hour to go, I need this."

Chicago. Joe lay on his back fighting to breath normally. His head bobbed up and down on Quin's hard ebony cock. He held onto Quin's sore nipples as Steve plowed his beefy butt. Quin was likewise trying not to choke as Bruce rammed his monster prick down his throat. Joe could feel sweat from the three humpy men above him as the four-way sexfest kept going.

They had an exhilarating workout at a local gym, a quick dinner at a noodle restaurant and then back to the apartment for a pile of mansex. The apartment Bruce and Steve kept in Chicago for business had two bedrooms but it was unlikely Joe would be getting much sleep in his. Quin was like a kid out of school to find out all three of his buddies would be in town at the same time and were expecting to spend time with him. He was prepared to fulfill his role as personal trainer and accepted their offer to play before Bruce had finished the sentence. Since Joe's first trip to Chicago, he and Quin had a special bond. A bond that was even stronger because Sam also held the man high on the friendship scale. There was absolutely no worry about Joe having playtime with Quin. Or in this case being the fuck-toy for three men who had almost a yard of hard throbbing cock among them.

Steve exploded his thick heavy load across Joe's back as Quin unloaded down his throat. Joe barely had time to swallow before Steve licked his jism from the deep spinal muscles and Joe was flipped over to allow Bruce a chance at his buddy's prime muscle butt. Joe felt like a happy rag doll as the three men worked him over. Sam would be getting one tired musclepup when Joe got home on Saturday. Joe groaned as Bruce thrust deeper into his boyhole. Quin and Steve sat to the side and recovered as Joe moaned for more dick.

Quin looked at Steve. "That boy needs help. He's got one of the biggest damn cocks in town battering his tonsils and he's begging for more. Holland tunnel mean anything?"

Joe laughed. "My throat's empty."

"Dewd, we just unloaded a quart a' cum down your piehole. Give my poor black dick a rest."

"Well, then bring your beefy black ass over here and give me a chance to show you another talent Sam has been working on with me."

Quin looked at Steve. "Is he saying what I think he is saying?" Steve nodded. "Well, I ain't any fool. This boy invites me to sit on his face who am I to say no?" Quin straddled Joe's face and gave the young man's tongue access to his hungry hole. "Oh my fucking lord. This guy's got like a yard of tongue." Bruce plowed away as Quin shuddered for 20 minutes. His cock sprang back to life as Joe ate his ass. "Steve. Get your butt over here. This kid has talent. He must be doing tongue curls with dumbbells."

The joke pushed Bruce over the edge as he sprayed a quart of his spunk over Joe's cock and balls. Bruce went to stroke Joe's prick.

Quin shouted. "NO!! That's mine." Quin stood on the bed as Bruce held Joe's cock. The man lowered his body and sunk his beefy ass on Joe's fuckpole. "After the tonguing he just gave me, the next best thing is his stiff prick up my ass. Hmm, I think it's bigger than I remember.

Joe moaned as the heat from Quin's hole engulfed his enflamed pole. Quin displayed the power from having done loads of squats over the years as he pumped his ass up and down on Joe. He clenched his as muscles each time he pistoned his body. Joe fought to keep from letting go too quickly. Steve took advantage of the scene by straddling Joe's head and feeding his reawakened dick to Quin. Bruce flopped his fat, thick cock and balls over Joe's face as he forced his tongue up Steve's ass. Joe was momentarily blinded by Bruce's fat balls but managed to feel his way up to Quin's sensitive nipples and began working the man's succulent flesh.

"Damn you Joe. You know that's going to get me, oh fuck, harder, rip into those fuckers, YEAH, shit...gotta let go. His hard black cock throbbed another ribbon of thick juice out over Joe's sweaty chest. His orgasm forced his ass to clamp down and finally milk Joe's overdue load. Quin could feel the boycock throbbing and filling his hole. He turned his attention to Steve and sucked the reward of his buddy's nectar. Bruce pulled away from a disappointed Joe teasing him that he had already received two of his loads.

The four men collapsed in a sweaty cum-covered heap. They exchanged kisses and fondled each other until Joe let out a long sigh of contentment. "Damn that was hot. When Sam asked you to look out after me, I didn't know it would be this much fun."

Bruce tweaked a swollen nip. "What did you expect? A quick fuck and off to bed?"

Joe smiled warmly at the three men. "I would have been happy to have someone just sleep with me. I've really grown accustomed to having Sam's big protective body in bed beside me. I feel lost without him."

Steve rubbed Bruce's chest. "I understand that. After what, 25 years now? I hate being separated from this asshole. Not that we don't have time where we need to be alone. But there is something reassuring when I come to bed and he's snuggled in snoring away. Operative word, snoring."

"I love you too." Bruce reached for a fur-covered nip but Steve rolled away. "Well, Joey, we made a mess of your bed but you do have choices. We can help you change it. Or we can all sleep together in our king in the other room."

Joe thought about it. "If you don't mind. I think I'd like to change my bad and spend the night with just Quin. I enjoy being with him." The big man grinned his flawless smile and nodded.

"I have to be up early to work with a client."

"I know. I'm used to being up early. I'll just go snuggle with them until it's time to shower. I should try calling Sam before we hit the sack though.

Bruce got up and stretched his legs. "Understood." He walked across the room to the closet and pulled out a fresh set of sheets. "Okay, merry maids, let remake this bed. Ewwww. Right into the washer with these."

Pittsburgh Gus had a grueling workout with the other Steve then a quiet relaxing dinner back at the younger man's home. Steve took care of Sam the Shepherd and put together a quick, filling but healthy dinner with Gus' help.

He opened a bottle of wine and handed the big man a glass. "You seem a bit down. You're workout was really intense but I get that's more from something else that could be bothering you."

Gus took a big gulp as they sat down to eat. "Tim is visiting one of his older brothers. He has a construction job lined up this summer, a heavy-duty workout plan with Dave Jr., Ron and Gary, and is well, dating Gary. And that's fine. I guess I'm already having a tough time accepting that my last kid is leaving home for college in mid-August and I will be by myself."

"How long has it been since your wife died?"

"Ten. Almost 11 years."

"How many women have you dated in that time?"

"Very few. There weren't many women willing to put up with the father of seven boys, and the sports events and school and everything that goes along with raising a bunch of testosterone laden out of control men."

"From what I've seen, having met most of your sons now, you did a pretty damn good job." Gus nodded his thanks. "You miss her?"

Gus sighed. "Yes. Painfully. Still. I don't know what's wrong with me that I've never been motivated to really try to find another woman. Not that the boys didn't try. They were always introducing me to some poor unsuspecting female who often ran screaming after seeing the hectic routine of our days."

"Did you go out just for sex?"

"A few times. Not often. One thing about having seven boys. I was never at a loss for finding porn. Those kids couldn't hide a magazine to save their lives." Steve laughed and agreed his father often found his stash. "It at least gave me something to whack off to. And I spent loads of time in the gym, with the kids, running with the kids, the workouts took the place of female companionship."

"And you are in damn good shape. Way better then men 30 years younger. You should be proud of being a hot daddy."

"Is that what I am? A hot Daddy?"

"Well, not to embarrass you but to a lot of gay men, yeah, you are a real hot muscle daddy. And you're smart and funny and open-minded."

"I wonder what I am to women?"

"A missed opportunity." Gus smiled at Steve's comment. "You ever think of, you know, another man?"

Gus shook his head. "No. Well...that's not entirely true. I mean. Having met all you guys, and having two sons who are out and open with me, makes me wonder sometimes where I am in this bigger scheme. Tim actually offered to have sex with me."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him no...but. I love my kids so much. The thought of lying in bed with Tim and getting...off...with him. I'm really embarrassed, I was tempted. But that's incest."

"Yes, and no, to some people." Steve poured another glass of wine for them. "But it got you to thinking about having sex with another man?"

"Sort of. It made me horny but it made we really wish I just had someone to share my bed and my life. I mean look at you and Matt. And now you have Matt's son here. And over there across the yard are Ken and Bill. They seem to be really falling in love. Even an old fart like me can see that. All of you guys have relationships built on love and respect."

"You're never too old to appreciate love between two people." Steve studied the intense look on his friend's face. "Having someone to share your life is a very basic need for many of us." Gus agreed. "So, if I were to say to you, Gus, please spend the night, no sex, just sleep with me. Matt's not here and I'm sorta lonely. Would you stay?"

Gus took a deep breath and let it out very slowly. "No...yes."

New York Sam stopped just inside the door to their suite. Buzz knelt in the middle of the room waiting patiently. His head was bowed and his arms were behind his back. He wore a chain and lock around his neck, a very wide band around his cock and balls and calf-high biker boots. Sam stepped closer to put his key on the side table. Buzz fell forward to kiss his boots and further sublimate himself.

Sam smiled. "So I take it you are ready to serve me?"

"Sir, yes sir. I've cleaned and prepared myself and am ready to do whatever your wish as instructed by my Master."

"Your Master is a wise man."

"Sir, yes sir." Buzz was close enough to deeply inhale Sam's musky scent.

"What if I said I want to get into some pretty rough ass slapping and have a flogger that I brought with me?"

Buzz smiled unseen to Sam. "Sir, I am here to do your bidding."

"What if I wanted to tie you to the bed?"

"Whatever you're bidding sir?" Buzz licked his lips.

"Stand up Buzz, slave boy." Buzz stood up hardly a foot away from Sam still looking at the floor. Sam cupped his chin and raised his face to look him in the eyes. "What if I said I simply wanted to strip both of us naked and make long, slow passionate love to a good friend?"

Buzz actually looked light-headed as he leaned against Sam's chest. "Oh please Sam, sir, Joe is so lucky to serve you. To share your bed for a night of simple pleasure is all this simple slave could wish."

Sam lightly kissed Buzz. "Is that your dick poking me?"

Buzz very quietly responded. "Sir yes. I'm about to start leaking like a faucet."

"Where's the key to your chain?" Buzz pointed to the nightstand. Sam unlocked the chain and let it fall to the floor. He had Buzz sit on the bed as he slowly removed the boy's boots. Buzz stood up to help Sam undress. The big man stood naked before Buzz as the younger man breathed deeper with each move Sam made. Buzz's cock stood out rock hard in the thick band. Sam lightly pushed on his shoulder. Buzz fell to his knees to allow Sam to feed him the thick but still partially soft dick. Buzz growled and moaned as the big prick slid down his throat and grew to a formidable length. Sam smiled as Buzz seemed to lose himself in making love to the monster cock. Buzz and Joe had a lot in common that way.

Buzz got more urgent with his sucking. Sam pulled him to his feet, lifted him like a feather and placed him on the bed. He slowly spread his massive muscular body over Buzz's impressive frame. A long slow moan escaped from the eager bottom stud. Sam took a long slow time, nearly an hour and a half making love to Buzz's body. He knew what it did to Joey and smiled inwardly at the same reactions from Buzz.

Their eyes locked as Sam raised the man's legs to fuck him. Buzz had been prepared and his hole was well-lubricated. The tube of grease was prominent on the nightstand. Convenient since Sam needed a bit more to get in to Buzz's holy treasure. The young man trembled and shuddered as the big cock slowly entered him. Sam stopped when it was all the way in and kissed Buzz slow and long.

"Are you okay?" Buzz could only groan incoherently. Sam began the slow process of fucking Buzz through to orgasms before emptying an ass-splitting load deep into the whimpering man. They stayed locked in a deep kiss before Buzz sighed with relief. Sam lightly rubbed the erect nipples sending another round of shock waves through the spent man. "So what are you going to tell John?"

"That I hope I served him well by serving you well." Sam kissed him again deeper.

"You did very well."

"Thank you sir. That was awesome."

"Do you need to get cleaned up before we turn out he lights?"

"No sir. I just need you to put my butt plug back in and I'll get cleaned up in the morning."

Sam chuckled. "Joe likes to do the same thing. John's a lucky man."

"We're all lucky to have each other as friends." Sam nodded and kissed him again.

"Do you need to call John?"

"I called earlier when I came back and left a message on his cell. He was probably out with a bunch of his cop buddies."

Sam studied Buzz's rugged face. "Do you think he's out doing what we just did?"

"No. He said he likes to save things for me. But even if he did, he's my Master and it's not my place to question him."

"You're a good pup. Go brush your teeth."

"Oh yeah, good idea." Buzz jumped up and headed to the bathroom. "Damn Sam, you seem to be furrier than I remember." He pulled a couple of curlies from his teeth. Sam shook his head and waited his turn to brush his teeth, then snuggled into the big king and pulled Buzz to him. His thoughts were on Joey but Buzz sighed contentedly in his place.

DC Nate Ward had an enjoyable evening out with some fellow cops but was feeling a bit tired. He looked forward to relaxing in his room before zonking out in bed. The elevator was crowded with fellow conference attendees. Many of them were gymrats like him so space was tight in the small cube. He was the only one to get off on his floor and ambled down the long hallway to his room. He was almost to the door when an odd sound got his attention. It was a low moan or groan. It didn't appear to be coming from any of the room. Cops having women in their room for sex was not out of the question at a conference but this seemed to be different. He walked a bit further down the hall but hadn't heard it for a minute or so. As he turned to return to his room, he heard it again. The service elevator and employee area were through a door at the end of the hallway. There was a definite moan, seemingly of pain, coming from the other side of the door.

He slowly pushed it open. The man lying almost naked in the hallway didn't look to be in particularly good shape. He recognized the big man from registration and the gym earlier in the day.

His movement to kneel beside the man got a startled reaction from the bruised hulk. "Don't move." Nate checked the man but couldn't tell if anything is broken. "I'm Nate. Do you know you're name and where you are?"

The man had one helluva shiner happening on one eye but slowly opened his good one. In a very hoarse whisper he tried to answer. "Sullivan...Officer John...Sullivan." He tried to get up but slumped back down. "My head is killing me and...my...ears...are ringing."

"You have one nasty lump and bruise on the back of your head. Near the base of the skull. Someone whacked you a good one. The man's clothes were in a pile next to him.

"Is this...the conference...hotel?"

"Yeah. I'm a cop too. What did they do?"

John took a long breath and studied Nate's face. The man was younger then he was, maybe mid 20's. Good solid build, lots of muscle and thick legs on which he squatted. "Three or four...big guys...don't think, don't think, think they robbed me just forced me...

"Forced you to what?" Nate carefully looked over the man's body and knew. "Did you recognize them?"

"Sex...they raped me. Beat, beat, hit...me. Couldn't see."

"Well, you're bleeding a bit here and there. Not to be crude but there is blood coming from your ass and what I assume to be cum."

"Blindfold."

"They blindfolded you and raped you. Throat and ass?" The man was obviously in pain as he clasped Nate's arm. "We need to get you help. My brother knows the right people to go to for this. I'm going to call him."

"No. Paramedics will need ID."

"If you didn't see them, you won't be able to ID them."

"Snake."

"It's okay buddy. My brother is gay and knows what to do in the case of a hate crime. That's really what this sounds like. You were talking with the gay cop guys earlier. They must be really nutcases to take on someone as big as you."

"Out...num...bered." John took a deep breath and fought to stay conscious.

"Stay with me buddy. Hello, Justin, this is Nate."

"Snake." John gasped. He tried to listen as Nate explained to his brother what he thought had happened.

"It's okay John. Help is on the way..."

The door to the hallway opened and two large men walked through. Nate jumped up prepared to defend himself in case they were two of the men coming back to get John.

The beefier of the two looked shocked. "What's going on here? John? Sullivan that you?" The two men knelt beside the prone man and checked him out. Nate looked confused.

The taller blond stood up and held out this hand. "Hi. I'm Jim and this is Al. We're here for the conference."

"I'm Nate. You know this man?"

"Yeah, a friend through friends. He's a cop in suburban Pittsburgh. We're from Chicago."

"Youngstown." Al stood up and showed Jim the blood on his hand. "I called my brother. He's gay and a paramedic here. And a crisis counselor. He's been through a lot of hate crime stuff and is sending help. We need to get him to the right people to make sure things get processed properly."

Al looked at Nate in disbelief. "You're brother's been through gay-bashing himself?"

"Yeah. A couple of times while on duty trying to help people even. Pretty fucked up people out there."

John reached up to Al. "It's okay buddy. Help is coming. Look Nate, we're, well we're also gay and lovers. Thanks for not freaking out."

Nate was almost in tears himself. "I love my brother and he almost died once. I may not be gay, but I can understand no one deserves this. Ever. Well, except for the current administration."

"Thanks. John, Nate here is on our side. Don't try to move."

"Snake."

The service elevator door opened and out stepped three men. Two were in uniform for EMT and the tallest most muscular was in street clothes. Nate stepped to him. "Hey Justin." The two men hugged and then the three got to work on John.

Al and Jim checked John's pants. Everything seemed to be intact. Al looked at Jim, Nate and Justin. "This doesn't appear to be robbery. It looks like he was jumped and subjected to some pretty brutal sex and beating. Who's this guy?" Al held out a business card.

Nate looked at it and thought for a while. "I bet he's the guy from the gay police officer's group. I saw him talking to John at registration and later at the gym. We should call him, I bet he can rally some troops."

Jim flipped through John's phone. "Messages from Buzz. You think we should call him?" Al shook his head no. "Yeah, we should wait until we get him to the hospital."

Justin looked at the three men. "We can take him somewhere that won't be so strict on only the family kind of crap. At this point he needs friends."

Jim sighed. "Our rental is in the garage. We can follow you."

"I'm coming along." Nate stepped to go with them. Jim and Al looked concerned. "Look, I know what I felt like when they damn near killed my brother. You guys are lovers. You understand, don't you?" Justin looked at the two muscleheadz in front of him.

"You're lovers?" Al said yes. "Damn, that's hot. Come on, we need to get going. This man is going to go into shock."

The crew squeezed into the service elevator. Justin knew enough to come through the service entrance to the hotel to avoid stirring up the least amount of heat. The two men on duty loaded John into the van.

Al pulled Jim in the direction of the garage. "Nate, do you want to ride with us?"

Nate simply shook his head. "No. I'm going to ride in the van with a fellow officer." He climbed into the van after the medics.

Justin looked at the two cops. "Here's the address. It's not far." He glanced at Nate getting into the van. "Damn. He's my brother but that is one beefy ass."

Justin sprinted for his own car as Al and Jim dashed for theirs. A few minutes later they were all in the waiting room of a small hospital on the edge of DC and Maryland. The four men tried to piece together as much of the story as they could from John's ramblings.

Nate rubbed his buzzed head and stretched out in the plastic chair. "Not much to go on until they can get him stabilized and he can talk."

"If he was blindfolded he probably can't identify them, even recognizing voices would be shaky."

Nate agreed as Al rubbed his shoulder. "He said all he could see was a very thin line like at the bottom of the blindfold where it met his cheek. With that all he could see would be feet or shoes.

Jim snorted. "That really doesn't give us much to go on." Justin rubbed his brother's thigh. "Why did he keep saying snake?"

Justin quietly thought. "He was pretty scrambled and has a good sized lump on his head. Could mean anything or nothing."

Nate stared into space. "No it means snake. Like a snake tattoo. If all he could see was at the bottom of his blindfold, and that means feet, it could be a snake tattoo on a leg."

Justin shrugged. "Not like there aren't a million guys out there with snake tattoos."

Nate looked at Al and Jim. "But only one at registration and later at the gym."

"We weren't at that gym."

"But I was. There was this asshole, short, really thick guy with sadly a nice body. He has this ugly snake tattoo on his left leg. I saw it cause he had shorts on at registration. He was loud and crass then. And was giving everyone a lot of attitude at the gym."

Al and Jim looked at each other. "When you say short, like five foot maybe six or seven? Short blond hair? One pec slightly bigger than the other?"

Nate thought about it. "That sounds right."

"From the south somewhere."

Nate slapped his thigh and pointed his hand. "Yeah. I remember overhearing him talk and thinking he gives redneck a bad name."

Al and Jim slammed fists. "We know a guy like that. Real schmuck, lots of attitude. From some small town where he probably has everyone convinced he's the big shit."

Justin cleared his throat. "Even if he is the guy. It's hard to prove when the witness is blindfolded. You don't have much to use there."

Al and Jim smiled. "We got plenty. Assholes like him like to brag. Nate, you think you can still get to some of the sessions tomorrow?" Nate nodded. "Let's get us a plan."

The three men talked through an approach to find this snake-tattoo guy and trip him up. They left about midnight to try to get some rest. Justin was going to check back on John in the morning. He was stable but was sound asleep probably until daylight.

Breakfast for the conference attendees started at 7:00 AM. Al, Jim and Nate knew this guy was competitive about his workouts so they planned to show off what they could in the sessions. All three showed up in snug jeans, badges attached to their belts, and wearing what most men would consider slut ware T-shirts. Every inch of muscle showed in their beefy upper bodies.

Jim elbowed Al as Nate approached from across the dining room. The young man looked good last night but in the morning light he was instant erection material. He dropped his tablet on the table and went to graze at the buffet. As he walked away, Al let out a low whistle. "Are you sure he ain't playing for our team? Could he look any gayer? And that ass, damn. Oh oh."

Al rolled his eyes. "Underwear problems?" Jim whimpered. "Get the rocket under control. Good grief ya did me twice in the last seven hours. You're a dirty old man."

Jim stuffed a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth as Nate returned. "I learned from the best."

Nate smiled. "What's that?"

Jim coughed. "Oh nothing. Nice shirt."

"Thanks. It the snuggest thing I have, does it work?"

"Works for me."

Al sighed. "Take that as a yes. I'm sure you're brother has explained about `us."

"Yeah, but I'm afraid I don't always get it." Jim choked.

Al slapped him on the back. "Take breaths between bites dude. So Nate, you clear on what we talked about last night?" Nate nodded as he stuffed his face.

"Damn, I'm hungry."

Jim sighed. "He eats like a horse and look at that waist." Nate giggled. "I have to do like a bazillion crunches to keep the weight off. It gets tougher as you get older."

Nate smirked. "Shit. You guys are what, early 30's?"

"Ahhhh, isn't that nice. You want to come home with us?" Al turned and stared.

"You are such a pig." Nate smiled knowingly and kept eating. "Hey there are the guys from the GOP group. Gay Officers something something."

Al, Jim and Nate invited the two men to join them and then quietly informed them about the previous night's activities. They were in to the tits to help.

Justin walked into the hospital at eight sharp and found John awake but groggy in his room trying to eat. "Hi. You're Justin right? Boy, what's the saying about what doesn't kill ya makes ya stronger. Did they mean this food?"

"You're feeling better."

John shook his head. "Not really. My head is still pounding, a concussion. And my ass feels like they drove a parade of Hummers through it. And they must have been hung like horses cause my throat hurts. I embarrassed the police when I gave my report. I spared no details."

"Well, you may have some infections. I'm sure the doctors will take care of things. Many police officers still need to learn and understand from where we are coming." He pulled up a chair, threw his legs up on the edge of the bed and opened his notepad. John admired the lean muscular body and thick thighs. "So what can you tell me about last night? And you don't need to be as graphic with me. I have a good imagination."

John took a sip of coffee. "Is there a coffee shop nearby, one that serves the real thing? I can't tell you much. I must have been out for part of the party. When I came to, some beefalo was on my back fucking the hell out of me. When I struggled to throw him off I realized my arms were tied down and so were my legs. I could feel something dripping from my mouth and see cum all over the edge of the bed. They must have face-fucked me while I was unconscious."

"Hmmm, I've had dates like that. What else?"

"I was blindfolded so all I could do was tilt my head and see the floor and feet or legs. That's how I remember one of them had this nasty snake tattoo wrapped around his calf. Not very good work. Good calf though, very muscular and big. The other guys were pretty big from the part of their calves I could see. When they switched off, that is when the guy humping me shot his load, someone else went to take his place. I went to buck him off and heard a loud click and then felt a cold gun barrel pressed against my head."

"So they were raping you at gunpoint now that you were conscious?" John nodded. "How many more times were you fucked? And these were allegedly straight men?"

"Twice. They dumped two more loads in my ass and two down my throat. I assume they were straight from the language. Faggot this. Cocksucker that."

"All at gunpoint?" John nodded. "Well, the docs are doing all the usual tests to check for STD's, HIV, all the list."

John got quiet and put down his cup. "I hadn't thought of that. Oh man, what if, I can't pass anything to Buzz?"

"You're partner?"

"Yes. I haven't talked with him. What do I tell him?"

Justin looked at the fear in the big man's eyes. "Nothing yet. Let's wait until they get some results back. This place specializes in rape cases and can get lab results back faster than a nickel whore on pay day."

"Okay." John visibly shook. "Uh, after they were finished proving what a good cocksucker and ass-fuck I was for supposedly straight men, someone whacked me again. They did untie me at one point and flip me over. But my head was hanging over the edge of the bed so they could slam cock down my throat. That last fuck was brutal. Then that whack. The next thing I know, I'm in the employee hallway at the hotel and your brother is standing over me. I am so grateful for your brother finding me."

"And then your friends came along from Chicago?"

"Yeah, lucky me. Good men to have around in a crisis."

"Yeah, they were working on a plan to try to find this snake tattoo guy."

"Do they think they know who it is?"

Justin slowly shook his head. "No." He lied. "They had a couple of theories but no real idea." He looked at John's swollen eye. "You're going to have one helluva shiner for awhile. I don't think you are going to get back to the hotel for the conference. Nate had talked with the hotel people. They were checking your room with the police for any sign that these guys were there. Then they were going to move your stuff to his room. They're very upset this happened and will make it up to you."

"Not their fault but I appreciate it. I do think this all happened in the hotel. The carpeting looked like hotel carpeting."

"Remember those details. Each floor has a different colour carpet so that cuts in two the likely rooms."

"It was blue. I remember when the one guy was plowing my ass and getting kinda loud, someone said they were glad they were at the end of the hallway. And higher up maybe, something about having to get down the elevator to get me back to my room."

"Good. Hey why don't you rest a while. I'll go score us some real coffee."

"Oh man, that would be super. Oh and a real deep southern accent. The other guys had accents but not as heavy as the snake guy." John looked at Justin and stopped in mid sentence.

"What?"

"Can they get DNA from the spunk in my ass?"

"They're trying." Justin stretched and John enjoyed the view. His cock hurt as it stretched on its own. "Back in a few minutes."

John looked under the covers at his crotch. "Holy shit, what ya miss when you don't have to pee." There was a wide cock ring or band around his cock and balls. "How the hell did they get that on me? Oh gees, how the hell am I gonna get it off?"

New York Buzz sulked around the room, as Sam got dressed. His day was filled with casual sessions for which most people could wear jeans or casual slacks. Sam was presenting in a larger session and was busily fixing his tie.

"I so want to go back in time and find the nutbag who created ties and string him up with one by his balls. That's good enough. So how do I look? All professional like?"

Buzz smiled. "Damn. Even in a suit you can tell there's a lot of muscle there. Makes unwrapping the package even more fun." He ran his hand up over the broad chest.

"Stop it. So, I take it you haven't heard back from John?" Buzz shook his head no. "I wouldn't worry about it. You know how those cops are once they get together. Worse than a bunch of old women at a bridge party. I'm sure he's busy with his cop buddies, but not that way. I doubt John would be out picking up men at a law enforcement conference."

"Oh I don't think he'd do that either. I just miss him."

"I know you do buddy but once today's sessions start, you'll be too busy to take a call. Let's go get some breakfast. We can all hit the gym later and pick a restaurant for dinner. The day will fly by before you know it.

They met Spence, Zeke and Matt in the dining room for the breakfast buffet. Matt stared at the pile of food Zeke was stacking on his plate.

"Man, you're going to eat all that?"

Spence shook his head in disbelief. "I didn't believe the appetite at first either, the man can put it away. But he really does burn off the calories."

Matt got a slow look of realization on his face. "Pushing the wheelchair eh?"

Spence ran his hands over his shirt and the very prominent nipples. "That and other things."

Zeke stopped inhaling food long enough to point his fork at Spence. "Now, don't be giving them the wrong idea. I workout, I play basketball and rugby and other physical things. I don't eat like this all the time. But we were up late last night."

Sam sipped his coffee. "So it really does boil down to burning off calories with sex?"

Zeke smiled. "Yeah, but I didn't want to say that right away."

Spence examined a sausage link. "I used to worry about my house being accessible for Zeke. Now I just worry about my bed holding up."

Matt sighed. "Let's not talk sex. I promised I'd be faithful and I don't want to go through the day with wood."

Spence giggled. "So Sam, did you and Joe have phone sex last night?"

Matt frowned. "Not funny."

Sam stifled a laugh. "Well, no we didn't." Matt let out a sigh of relief. "It was late so he just told me the highlights of the four-way he had with Bruce, Steve and Quin." Matt whimpered. "I don't mind, in fact I told him he needed to make sure he served Bruce and Steve however they needed. Same for Quin." Matt squirmed in his seat. "I trust him not to go out and be a whore with strangers. This open relationship thing is tough though. Sometimes I think it would be better to push for monogamy. What do you think Matt?"

"I think I'm getting a wet spot from the visual of what they did in Chicago and what I bet you and Buzz did."

Buzz smiled happily. "It would be a good visual."

Matt dropped his head forward. "I'm going to go sit at another table."

Sam squeezed his shoulder. "Steve did say you could play. Is he being a good boy?"

Matt tilted his head to one side and shrugged. "I don't know. I told him I was fine if he played but he seemed to think it wouldn't happen. I don't think he would go out looking. It's not his style." His cell phone rang as they were getting up to leave for the first sessions of the day. "Hey. We were just talking about you. Nope, good stuff but it did make me horny. Naw, not me. Huh? What about Gus?"

DC It had been a long day of training and boring informational sessions. Despite their primary plan to find snake tattoo guy, Al, Jim, and Nate did manage to conduct themselves in a business-like manner. They had enlisted the help of Dave from the gay cops group. He felt sure he knew who the guy was and about 2:00 PM he signaled to Nate. It was break time and police beef was milling around a table of sodas, water and cookies. Jim was trying to not throw himself on the large display of baked goods when Nate walked over.

"That's him. Over there by the door to the outside patio. I remember him now from the gym."

"Dbyu brelything thadz him?" A few cookie crumbs fell from Jim's mouth.

Al shook his head in mock disgust. "Welcome to my world. You sure that's him Nate?"

Nate took a long drink from a big bottle of water. His bicep popped with the move momentarily distracting Al, Jim and Dave. "Oh yeah. I can just make out his dipshit accent over the crowd. Loud motherfucker."

Jim swallowed his cookie. "Hey cool down. We don't wnt to clue him in to us. I don't think he would know we found John but let's not take chances. We have to keep our cool and try to trap him like we said."

Nate took a deep breath. "I know. But no one has the right to do what he did to another human being. And to do it to a fellow police officer really makes him scum in my eyes."

Al smiled at the young musclepup. "We feel the same way but Jim's right. Look Dave's getting close to him." Al checked his watch. "The last session is about to begin. Here comes Dave."

Dave walked over and picked up another bottle of water and a big chocolate chip cookie. He quietly spoke to the three men. "I heard him say he and a couple of his buddies were skipping the next session and heading to the gym. Said it wouldn't be filled with faggots today. You ready?" The three other men nodded.

"We all packed gym bags last night anticipating this move. You sure you want to do this Dave?" Dave took a deep breath. "Oh yeah. I have been coming to these trainings for years. Even before John came out he was a good friend. I stand by my friends. See you there guys."

A few minutes later all four men headed to the gym. Nate struck out by himself. Al and Jim hung back as planned. Dave and another cop from the group left through a side door. The locker room at the gym was not particularly big and was crowded with business people and cops skipping our early from the conference. The men spread out through the three aisles watching for snake tattoo man and two other men to saunter in and arrogantly stake a claim almost pushing out two of the local members. Nate chose a locker at the end of the row and quickly changed. Dave and his bud were a few feet from snake man. Dave made sure he openly displayed a rainbow flag and logo from the group on his gym bag. Snake didn't miss it and immediately went into his obnoxious stance. He grumbled to his friend about the low life in the gym and blatantly stared at Dave.

Dave worked hard to ignore the hate-filled comments and stripped. Jim walked by already changed for a workout and stifled a gasp when he saw the long fat cock swinging between Dave's legs. Al met him in the free weight area. "Dayammm, no wonder snake man hated fags. He has like no dick and Dave had enough for three men."

"Focus dude."

Snake shoved by Dave and his friend and let his comments be heard by everyone in the aisle. "We have a way of dealing with scum where I come from."

Dave pulled on a worn jock and adjusted his prick. He smiled wickedly to his friend. "I use Tilex."

Snake man and his cronies were in their full obnoxious routine in the free weight area. Local members looked at him in disgust but refused to let him have his way. Nate got the closest and listened intently for cues. Snake gave a lot of them. He held back nothing in his comments about Dave working out on a bench on the other side of the room.

"Fuckers are all alike. Doesn't matter that they're cops. Bet his mouth would feel just as good huh? Maybe we need to thin the ranks a bit like yesterday." One of his goons looked up and caught Nate's eye in the mirror. He knew for sure Nate had heard the comment and smacked Snake to keep it down. "What? The asshole was too scared to even show his face today. Besides what could he have seen with the you know thing?" Nate continued to do biceps work in a space next to their suspects. He could clearly see the snake tattoo wrapping around the thick calf. Too bad. Good calf on a scumbag. He did a couple more sets then turned and stretched, a cue to Dave. Al and Jim took up a space on the left of the snake trio. Dave and partner walked over and asked Nate to work in on arms.

"Sure. Knock yourselves out." Snake visibly stared at the young cop letting the two older gay men share his space. Nate casually squeezed by them to get a heavier set of dumbbells from the rack. "'Scuse me."

Dave did a set and stepped aside for his partner. "So weren't you working out with that big blond guy yesterday?" He looked at Nate.

"Oh, well yeah. Funny I didn't see him around all day. There aren't that many sessions so you'd think we would cross paths." They exchanged a few more comments until they were sure Snake's partners knew they were discussing John. Snake made another snide faggot comment and one of his buddies smacked him to tone it down.

"Fuck you. I'll say whatever I damn well want. Let's go work over there. The perfume over here is making my eyes water. Shit. Taking out one hardly makes a dent."

Al shot up from his set. His fist clenched. Jim quickly dropped a dumbbell near his foot. Al jumped back. Jim blocked him to pick up the dumbbell and whispered. "Calm down. We gotta be really cool now."

Snake and company continued their obnoxious act and finally succeeded in causing two of the local members to leave the room. They stopped to make an apology to Dave as they walked by. "He's not a regular. We have a pretty diverse membership here and no one ever makes comments like that." Dave thanked them.

All five men continued their workouts spreading out through the gym to keep eyes and ears on snake man. An hour and a half later snake headed to the locker to get his stuff. Al and Jim left first. Nate followed later and Dave and partner waited until snake was almost out the door before walking to the aisle. Snake man turned his head in disgust. "Let's get out of here before the show tunes start in the showers. Hmm, didn't hear any show tunes yesterday did we. Just grunts."

Dave pulled his clothes from his locker and tossed them into his bag. He turned to his buddy. "Pretty much what I would expect a pig like that to do."

Several other men in the aisle laughed. Snake turned a bright red. "Too bad. The opportunity probably won't be as good tonight to..." His buddy smacked him in the butt with his gym bag.

The five men walked slowly back to the hotel keeping an eye on snake man and his buddies.

Al tried to summarize everything they had seen and heard. "Do you think we have enough to go to the local PD and have them go after him on suspicion?"

Jim took a deep breath. "I think we have to try."

Nate shrugged. "I don't know. We don't have any real witnesses. Just snide comments a scumbag like that probably makes all the time. Do you think he wears one of those pointy hats?"

Dave had to think about that for a moment. "Hmmm, wouldn't surprise me. Do we talk to John and see if we can piece anything more together."

Nate pulled out his cell phone. "I'll call my brother and see if the police have been back to talk with John." They hung out to one side of the lobby watching snake man chat with a few other cops. "Hey Justin, Nate. Were the police back to talk with John? Hmm, really. Well we scoped out the asshole we think instigated the attack and were sorta interested in sharing comments and notes with John. Okay. Yeah, I understand. Yeah, the asshole with the tattoo on his calf. Truly. I can't judge that. He's a big man but that doesn't make him a good person. Okay, give me a call back when they think he'll be up to it."

Al and Jim looked concerned. "So the police haven't been back?"

Nate scratched his nuts through his snug shorts. The gay men tried not to notice just how hot this young straight cop was. "The doctors there advised they let John get some rest. They did scans and he has some pretty major trauma to the back of his skull and the neck-brain spine area. I ain't a doc so I don't know the terms. I've never worked on a case like this back home. Hard to believe. Anyway, he has some broken ribs from where they kicked him, lots of bruising but no signs of internal bleeding." Nate blushed. "They had to do a few stitches to his uh, his, well, rectum." Dave smiled.

"It's okay, you can talk dirty to us. We get the image."

Nate took a deep breath. "So, uh, all righty, Justin and another counselor are keeping an eye on John. They have no intention of this slipping away as a hate crime. Justin's been there so he knows the importance of stopping men like this dude in their tracks. He thinks they are one step away from committing murder."

Al shook his head in disgust. "Sadly, he's probably right."

Justin said goodnight to John and walked out into the hallway. The big man had a lot of pain and seemed to be withdrawing emotionally. He stepped out into the evening warmth in DC and pulled out his phone. "Hey big guy, yeah, long time no talk. Hey I got a question for you."

New York Sam hugged Buzz closer in the big bed. The alarm had gone off a few minutes earlier but neither of them seemed to want to break the warmth. Buzz rolled onto his back and kissed Sam.

"Thanks. I know I should have done whatever you needed last night but sex just didn't seem to be a good thing for me."

Sam rubbed the big pecs. "I know. You didn't sleep well. I understand John telling you that a good slave would be here to serve me but sometimes a good master needs to let the boy just be. I sensed you were having a rough time all day yesterday, what's on your mind?"

"I haven't heard a word from John and I know he's at a conference just like we are. And I know they have sessions and trainings and he's probably just hanging out with his cop buddies yakking away."

"Well, you know, getting a bunch of cops together can be a lot like the ladies bridge club."

"Yeah sure. And I know it's only a couple of days but damn I miss him and I just have this weird feeling."

"It's the first separation since you two made a commitment to each other so it's right to feel some anxiety. Are you concerned about his having sex with other men?"

"Oh no. It's his privilege as my Master. It's just not like him to not keep in touch. We coordinate everything."

"Well, today's the last day so he'll probably call to tell you he's heading back home tonight. Try not to worry. And don't for once think I would force you to have sex. I don't play that game. You and John are important to us as friends and family. Your well-being comes before my getting off."

"Then why do I have this telephone pole poking me in the side."

"Morning wood. Although, you do generate some nice heat. Go get showered before I change my mind." Buzz gave Sam a deep kiss and hopped out of bed. Sam quietly groaned as Buzz busied himself in the bathroom. He lightly stroked his cock. "Damn."

He flipped open his cell and punched in a number. "Good morning. Oh yeah, sorry, time zone difference. Well, Joe, I just wanted to call and tell you I love you and miss you. No, we just slept together. Makes me miss you all the more. Oh yeah, it's going to be a long day. Okay, give me a call before you catch your flight. Later."

Chicago. Joe moaned when the phone woke him but it changed to anticipation when he saw it was Sam on the phone.

Quin stirred next to him. "Sam? Ahhhhhh."

Joe ran his hands over the man's sensitive nips. "Yeah, it was sweet, just he forgets the time zone difference. Thanks for being here Quin. I enjoyed this."

"So did I. We wore your ass out that first night, sorry about that. But dayum it's a sweet butt. Hope you were okay with just sleeping together."

Joe snuggled against the beefy trainer. "Worked for me. But I'll be horny as hell waiting for Sam to get home tomorrow afternoon."

Quin rubbed Joe's muscular back. "I enjoy when you guys are here for business. It's not that I don't have sex any other time but it's different just to be around you and Bruce and Steve. You guys make me feel more like family than just a personal trainer."

"You are family. I get a good workout when I'm with you and just plain enjoy your company. We all love you."

"Thanks. Let's get a bit more sleep. I have a 7 AM training session with some flabby insurance exec, that's if he shows. Total opposite of you guys. And you'll all be heading out of here late morning when I'm working. So until you all get back, let me enjoy it."

Pittsburgh Gus had been up and out early for work. He had already been in bed when Tim got back from his brother's late the night before. The house was spotlessly clean. It was a sign that something had been bothering Gus. His father always cleaned when he was upset. Tim grabbed breakfast, carefully loaded his dishes into the washer making sure he left no hint of dirt in the shining kitchen. He had to be at work for his one brother's construction company that morning. A bag lunch was in the fridge for him with a simple note.

"Love Dad. I knew you wouldn't have time. Enjoy your work day, see ya later." Tim chuckled and hurried out the door. It was a busy hard day for the rank rookie. The construction crew teased and kidded him but more or less took time to teach him properly. He earned a lot of points for learning quickly and working hard. His brother was proud of him. The kid had spent hours in the gym and had more muscle than some of the older hardcore construction grunts. Tim sagged in the old beat-up office chair in his brother's trailer office.

"Ya did good Timmy. You're a hard worker and the guys appreciate that. Plus ya kept your mouth shut and learned."

"Picked that up from all you guys whacking me on the back of my head when I was growing up. You and Dad taught me right."

"Guess we did. Speaking of Dad, what's he up to? I saw him out jogging with a younger guy and looking damn good for a man his age. He hasn't been home the last two nights I tried to call."

Tim shrugged. "I wasn't there either. Got home from Bill's last night and Dad was already in bed. If he was running it was probably with Steve. They seem to get along and workout together some time with Steve's partner Matt."

"Huh. You don't think Dad is, nah, not Gus. Too hardcore straight. Still. You know I don't think he's been with another woman since mom died."

"He hasn't. Told me it keeps his right arm in shape."

"No way?" Tim nodded. "That old perv. He needs to get laid."

Tim laughed. "Yeah he does. I worry about him when I leave for college. He'll be all alone."

"Well, we've all talked to him about selling that huge house. Maybe he'll seriously consider it."

"Or maybe he just needs to get laid first."

"Hey, that's our father you're talking about. Yeah, he does need companionship. Hey lil bro', see ya Monday." Tim hugged his brother and headed for his car.

Gus was in the shower when Tim got home. His running shoes and shorts were in the bedroom along with a sweaty T on the floor. Tim walked in picked up the T and took a deep whiff. "Now that ought to give you a headache." Tim spun around to face his father. His face went crimson embarrassed that he had gotten caught. "So how was work?" Tim tried not to stare at his father's muscular build and long heavy cock and balls.

"Good. I'm a bit tired but I think I'll like it. Good exercise for football this fall. So were you out running with Steve?"

Gus hesitated. "Yeah." He took a deep breath and draped his towel over a shoulder. "We've been working out and running a lot this week. Good weather for it." Tim swore his father's cock twitched and thickened. "You and Gary going out tonight?"

"Yeah, we're catching a bite and then a movie."

Gus pulled clean socks and underwear from a drawer. "Good. We'll you boys enjoy."

"You have dinner plans? Want to join us?"

"Um no. Got plans. Uh, actually, I'm meeting Dave and DJ and Ron for dinner. Steve's joining us. Want to tag along?"

"Nah, we're heading out to the waterfront for dinner."

"Okay. Um, you know Tim. You made a comment to me a few days ago, and well, one thing lead to another and my mind may be a little more open now. Well, um, gee... I slept with Steve."

New York Mid-afternoon. The conference was on a break between sessions. Buzz was drinking a cup of coffee and chatting with a couple other physical therapists when his cell rang. It was John's number. He excused himself and walked down a side hallway.

"Hey John. Huh, Justin? What? When? Why didn't someone call before? Oh. Is he? Yes please. John? John are you all right?"

Sam and Matt were just getting to the coffee line when they saw Buzz down the hallway. The man was white as a ghost and holding his head as he talked on his cell phone. The men got their drinks and walked toward him. Buzz had hung up, turned and fell against Sam. Matt quickly took Sam's coffee cup and stepped out of the way.

Sam held a trembling Buzz to his chest. "Buzz, what's going on?" Buzz quickly relayed the story he had gotten from John and Justin. "Okay, well, let's try the airline and switch your flight to tonight to DC." Matt was already dialing their contact. The man who had booked flights for the university knew exactly what to do and soon had Buzz booked in a flight from NYC to DC. He would then be able to drive John home in John's car. Sam helped him pack while Matt went to find Spence and Zeke. He explained the situation to the other two friends as they skipped a session and headed to Sam and Buzz's room.

Zeke knew exactly what to say to calm Buzz. "I have a counselor buddy in DC, good guy, can help with jus about anything, names Justin Ward..."

"That's the guy who called with John!"

Zeke threw up his hands. "Well, he's the best. He'll help you with everything." The four men accompanied Buzz to the hotel entrance and saw him off on an airport shuttle. Spence stood and rubbed Zeke's shoulders. Sam threw his arm around Matt.

Sam gave Matt a quick kiss on the side of the face in front of the hustling hotel crowd. "You guys are all like family to me. When one gets hurt we all feel it." Matt slowly nodded and leaned tighter against Sam.

Zeke reached over and rubbed Sam's leg. "It'll be okay. Knowing Justin he's worked through a ton of details. Physically it sounds like it will take a month or so for John to recover. Psychologically, well, this is a strange thing for a big cop to go through. We'll have to wait and see."

Sam slowly nodded. "Yeah, guess we better let the others know. Can you call Ken and Bill and they can let Tank and Harley and that crew know. I feel like they've become part of the extended family."

Matt walked back into the hotel with Sam. "Yeah, I'll call. And you're right. This group has a lot of ties to those men, pretty damned amazing."

Central PA Ken listened intently as Matt explained what happened to John. Ken had his cell on speaker so Bill could hear. The tall muscular black man was angry that a friend had been hurt and was pacing around the cabin. Ken shook his head sadly. "Well, our thoughts are with John and Buzz if you talk to them, please let them know. I don't want to try calling. It may be too much going on for them right now. Um, something else you should know."

Bill stopped pacing and sat down next to Ken. He threw his arm over the smaller blond man and held tightly. "Tank was at a VA facility for a physical and checkup. Harley told me they found a shadow on his lung, right one I think. Not sure what it means. He has to go back for follow-up. He had some problems years ago after Vietnam. I'm not sure I understand whether or not it's related to Agent Orange or some other fungus from the rain there. Tank tried to brush it off but I think he knows more than he's letting on to know."

Matt sat stunned on the other end of the phone. "Well, can you find out more info?'

He couldn't see Ken's worried and somewhat confused look. "No. They all took off out of here on their bikes this afternoon. I don't know if they were going on a run or what. Skull and one of his workers went with them. They did say they might be back Saturday evening. If I learn anything, I'll let you know."

Matt sighed. "Okay. Same here. If we get an update from Buzz, I'll call ya. Try to enjoy the rest of your weekend at the cabin." He flipped the phone shut and relayed the Tank story to his friends. Sam's mind rushed to Tank asking him to accept Harley in the event something should happen. He wanted nothing more than to be with Joe at that moment who was in a plane headed back home. Telling him and Bruce and Steve would have to wait until they landed.

Ken dropped his phone on a pile of clothes and stretched out on the bed. Bill slid in next to him. "Little scary when a big cop gets taken out from behind by a group of nutbags. We live in a strange time."

"Yes, we do. But I'm glad to be in this world starting my life again with you rather than still being in Iraq." He stretched his body over top of Ken's and kissed him long and hard.

Ken held Bill tightly. "Have I said yet today that I love you?"

"Ditto."

DC Justin met Buzz at the airport then headed to the conference hotel to retrieve John's clothes and car. Nate, Al and Jim were waiting for them when they got to the hotel. The Chicago cops hugged Buzz and held him for a long while before breaking the hold. They brought Buzz up to date on what they had learned from the cops about their investigation. Confidentiality be damned. There were a couple of bloody fingerprints on John's clothes that detectives were working to lift. John was wiped out from questioning and could hardly stay awake. Justin felt they could take their time getting to the hospital. John needed to rest. Buzz was calm on the outside but screaming on the inside.

Dave and Nate thought the local police had enough now to bring the snake man and two other suspects in for questioning. Buzz was working hard to control his anger. Jim and Al decided they should probably stay close at hand. The group was heading to the garage to transfer Buzz stuff to John's car along with John's belongings. Dave was not going to go to the hospital and instead was going to keep an eye on people at the hotel. They reached the hotel lobby just in time to witness the police taking two of the men they suspected had jumped John out to a police cruiser. A member of Dave's group came over to inform them that snake man was not in the hotel.

The conference had officially ended and many people were checking out. The police had planned to inspect snake man's room to catch him before he snuck out in the confusion of activity in the hotel. The room was empty. Snake man was gone. The police quickly locked down the room and found traces of blood and marks on the furniture where a rope may have been used to tie someone down.

Buzz was too concerned about John to worry about the missing suspect. Jim, Al, Nate and Dave were angry enough for Buzz. They stood around Justin's car and John's Charger thinking about what to do. If the man had a rental vehicle, a bulletin would be issued on it. But he could easily abandon it or even leave it at the airport before anyone could know. The police would have checks and alerts up at the airport and bus terminals.

Jim and Al were going to follow Justin and Buzz to the hospital. Another of Dave's group came running out just as they started their cars. They learned from the two other men that even though snake had come from one of the southern states, he had biked to DC. There was no rental vehicle to trace and no airline to alert. He would be one of many, many people on motorcycles on the DC highways and all interstates heading south. Buzz sighed deeply. Nate decided to ride along with him to see John. The three vehicles pulled out into late afternoon capitol traffic.

Justin drove carefully to keep from losing his followers in the helter-skelter undisciplined confusion of DC drivers. He picked up his phone, thumbed through the contact list, found the number and hit call. "Hey, where are you guys? Well, we're outta luck. Dude's skipped on a cycle, probably heading south to his home state. South Carolina was mentioned. No I need to find out which one. That could be too. It's a quiet scenic route. Oh well, we tried. Hey, if you're still hanging we could all do dinner. Give me a couple of hours. Okay. Later."

John was sitting up in bed when Buzz and his entourage arrived. Buzz carefully hugged John to avoid hurting his broken ribs. John saw the stunned look on his face when he saw his swollen eye and bruised face. Buzz had to keep swallowing to control his anger and to not cry. John rubbed his shoulder. "If you think my eye is bad, you should see my butthole." Jim and Al quickly said okay and John threw an ice cube at them. He was feeling better but not looking forward to the four-hour drive back to Pittsburgh. Al said he thought Buzz would drive carefully and John laughed, until it hurt.

"Yes, he does drive carefully but that's because he drives like a 90-year-ol woman."

Buzz feigned indignity. "I'm your best hope of getting that beast back to the `burgh, so be nice."

"Could we at least do the speed limit?"

"I'll think about it."

The hospital crew was nice enough to let the men bring in food and eat in John's room. The cops jokingly highlighted the points, boring as they were, of the conference that John missed. Buzz was relaxing a bit after his initial reaction to seeing his partner but still visibly upset. John was explaining how Buzz would have to sit on it until he healed when a loud angry buzz went off in Justin's pocket.

"Oops, sorry, text message. I haven't been able to figure out how to fix the buzz setting on this stupid phone. It's like a giant ass vibrator." He flipped it open to see the word, `done.'

Nate looked over his shoulder. "What does that mean? "

"Oh...uh... it was a project we were working on in the office, must be done."

The men hung out with John until almost nine. Buzz was staying in a guest room in the hotel. They said their goodbyes and left the two men alone.

Jim and Al headed back to pack. They promised to meet Nate for breakfast in the morning. He had checked out to stay a couple of extra days and visit Justin.

"So what's the project that's done?"

"Oh nothing all that special. Just something that had some loose ends to tie up. And they're being, oh I guess, tied up as we speak."

"They are?

Southern Virginia The Roadhouse was a somewhat ram-shackle looking building. It needed a good coat of paint outside but the food was some of the best around and there was always an interesting crowd. People would gladly drive the 10 miles from the interstate to eat there.

The Friday night crowd was in a loud party mood. Tables were full, the bar was lined up three deep and the diverse crowd ebbed and swayed with each new arrival. The place was way bigger on the inside than it seemed. Plenty of room for families, truckers on the long haul and bikers to hang out together.

A group of biker buddies partied in a back corner. They had plenty to eat and were enjoying a couple of beers, not enough to interfere with driving. A man watched from a side table as the men kidded and razzed each other about their biking abilities and their sexual proclivity. With each other. The man scowled back at them. His disgust was apparent at hearing they could even considers sex with another man. He took a long swig of his beer and stared at the two big men who seemed to be the leaders.

The bigger of the two caught his eye and he grimaced. "What's the matter buddy? We being too loud for ya? This place is a bit on the rowdy side. Food's good though." The man in the corner just stared back. "Aw, well, that ain't no way to be. We're a pretty fun group. Friendly to everyone."

"Not my cup of tea."

"What? Damn son. My wife's always saying that to me but she usually gives in." The big man let out a laugh that rattled above the noisy crowd. The man look back confused.

"Wife? You guys been rattling along about sex with anyone. Mostly with other men."

"Oh well's somes my buddies here like things a bit um, rougher, some likes it with a warm pussy and some like a man's hard body. Too each his own. You look like a biker. Hells, lots a bikers find any old warm hole will make them happy." The man got up to leave. "Now, well, don't let us drive ya outta here. Have a beer and relax. You don't look like you're about to hit the road dressed in them shorts, evening breeze'd freeze your nuts off."

"No thanks, I'm in a hotel nearby and it'll be a lot quieter in my room."

"Hells, that ain't no fun. Come on. Have a beer." The loaner went to squeeze by but the first man stood and smiled. The second big man held out a booted leg and blocked the space.

"Excuse me." The shorter beefy loaner man glared at him and was about to push the denim covered leg away but thought better of making a move that might be seen as starting a fight.

The first big man loomed about six inches over him. "Ah, don't go away angry. Name's Skull and this big ugly ol' cuss is Tank." The man glared at the obvious leather and gay pride flags on the big man's vest.

Tank shot him a crooked smile. "We're just friendly bucks out to have a good time. Huh, interesting tattoo ya got there. Is that a rattlesnake or cobra?"

"Just a snake." He went to move by.

"Makes quite an impression. Looks like you move some weight in the gym. Pretty big calf. Lots of men just work upper body. Stemware we call them."

"Look, I don't move in your circles. Now, if you don't mind..."

"Ah but we do mind." Skull leaned closer to the shorter man and talked into his ear in a low monotone. "Snake tattoos on a man like yourself are quite memorable. Even for someone who has limited vision while he's being entertained shall we say and wearing a blindfold?" A look of panic filled the man's eyes. "First lesson, don't refuse our hospitality. Second, well, you'll have many lessons from here out."

DC Buzz sat by John's bed and chatted. The big cop seemed scattered and unfocused. His actions seem to keep him at a distance from Buzz. The young musclepup excused himself to go to his guest room and returned a few minutes later with a sly grin. He closed the door and turned down the room lights.

"What are you doing?" John tried to push himself up in bed.

"Uh huh, stay where you are. I spoke with one of the nurses on duty, a male nurse who was giving off a certain vibe. I asked if I could try a little reparative therapy on my own. He thought it would be a good idea. Actually, he wanted to watch but I figured we needed some alone time." Buzz stepped to the bed, pulled down the thin cover and pulled up the hospital gown. John blinked.

"Um Buzz..."

"Nope, you listen to me, Dad, sir, please. What happened to you was pretty bad and being a cop I know you are having problems reconciling all this in your mind. But the only people who know about this right now are the DC cops and your close friends who were here. Nothing is going to appear on your records until we get home. Justin saw to it. Your injuries aren't being reported. He thought maybe a story about a bike accident where you were a passenger with someone. At least that's what people are hearing initially as rumours."

"That's falsifying a report."

"Only rumors to your superiors right now. I don't understand all the details about being a cop and all the psychological stuff, but this way you get to explain to your bosses what happened and not have them read about it in some paperwork. I know coming out to some people for you has been difficult in the department, so this buys you some time. In the meantime, I have my duties to perform."

"Buzz..."

"Nope. John I love you. I am your property and if that means I need to step up to the plate and take matters into my own hands to do what's best for us, I will. Okay, in this case hands and mouth. I made a commitment to stand by you. I know you're having a rough time but please let me help." John's face quietly softened. Buzz carefully placed a light kiss on his swollen split lip. He ran his hands over the thick full pecs lightly stopping to suck and nibble on the long nipples. John moaned. "Now that's a good sign." He carefully worked his way down over the bruised and cracked ribs to the fat, cock flopped over the full round balls. "Oh baby." Buzz put everything he knew into giving John a blow-job that would relax him and restore some of the faith between them. He brought John to the brink twice before letting him go the whole way. John was never one to shoot a small load. The fact that he had not gotten off in several days seemed to double it. Buzz had to swallow fast to keep up. He let the big cock soften and slip from his mouth then lightly licked the blond furry balls.

John smiled weakly and pulled him into his arms. "Ow, ow, ow. No. Don't back off. This is pain born of love."

Saturday Joe awoke in the big king bed all alone in their big house in Pittsburgh. Steve called to invite him to run and for breakfast. Joe was surprised when Gus jogged up with him and Sam the Shepherd.

"Hey Gus, good to see you. How goes it?"

Gus smiled demurely and stretched. "It's going pretty damn well. Let's move and I'll tell you about it."

Ken and Bill enjoyed a leisurely breakfast on the front porch of the cabin with Doober snoozing at their feet. It was quiet at the campsite. Tank and Harley had called to tell them they had a bike trip they had to make along with Header, Andy, Cesar and LJ. They promised to make it up to them on their next trip to the camp

Bill stood up and stretched out his right leg on the porch railing, then did the same with his left. A naked Ken walked over and dropped to his knees in front of Bill. "Your legs are definitely improving. Some more muscle and your range of motion has really improved too." He licked at the big floppy cock in Bill's loose shorts.

"Don't start what you can't finish. And yes, thanks to you relentlessly, pushing and needling AND WHININH at me to do legwork, I am seeing improvements. Way more than I was getting in therapy at the VA. Funny what a little love can do."

Ken ran his hands up over the wide firm pecs. "And a little bit of hot man on man sex." He fished the big dick out of the shorts and sucked it into his hot mouth. Bill moaned his approval. The big ebony boner was soon pushing past Ken's gag point and a happy Ken was rewarded with a healthy dose of spunk. Bill panted heavily and shifted in the deck chair. "Lets go hit that little gaggle of shops a couple of towns over. Grab a bite and come back here for a round of slamming Kenny's ass with the big stiff black dick."

"I like that game." Bill laughed and shook his head. "Yeah, that muscle definitely gets a workout around you."

Jim and Al enjoyed a relaxed breakfast with Nate and Justin before heading to the airport for their return flight to Chicago. Nate promised to keep in touch with them and get to Chicago to visit. Justin was intrigued by their stories of their friends south of town and planned to get out their soon. Jim and Al had plenty of time for once and were enjoying another cup of coffee when Dave wandered over with his bags and the paper. He thanked them for helping with John's situation and for their support of the gay cops group. As he turned to walk away, he pulled the paper from under his arm and handed it to Justin. He waved and walked off to get his shuttle.

Justin scanned the paper folded open to a local news page. A small article with a black `x' caught his eye. A slow smile spread across his face as he handed it off to Nate.

Nate shared it with Jim and Al. "Seems like police are looking for a missing police officer. Hailed from some small town in South Carolina. Huh. Left a conference, hmmm, without notice, never showed up at home. Found his bike at a mall. Hmm, distinguishing marks...a snake tattoo around his calf. Justin?"

"What? Sounds like a guilty man who skipped out to me."

Spence, Zeke, Matt and Sam enjoyed a leisurely breakfast their last morning in New York. They were gathering their bags and about to catch the shuttle when Sam's cell phone rang. He looked at the screen, tilted his head and flipped it open.

"Hey Dave, little brother, what's up? Oh. How's? Okay. What happened? Hang in their buddy. We're on our way to catch our flight. Should be on time and back in Pittsburgh around one. Joe's picking me up. I'll be there as soon as I can. Okay. Love ya. Give my love to mom."

He flipped the phone closed and sighed. He ran his hand up over his face and eyes. A slight tremble shook his big frame. Matt looked at the quiet expression on the big man's face.

"What happened?"

Sam took a deep breath. "Oh...well...my dad died."

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