Starting Again

Starting Again Chapter 28 by lennoxbear@gmail.com

The crowds of people at JFK were more or less a blur to the group of buddies navigating the concourse. Sam would tell Joe later he had no memory of clearing security or walking through the maze of travelers. Spence moved Zeke through the confusion with ease. They only had to wait a couple of minutes before being called for boarding. An older, not particularly friendly woman, pushed in front of them at the line for pre-boarding. She had been in an argument with the attendant about pre-boarding but had not requested it prior. There was no apparent reason or sign for her need to board other than she made a fuss from the moment she had entered the airport. Security had warned the airline she was on her way. She seemed to pay no heed to the check-in attendant that Zeke had priority since he was in a wheelchair and they would need a couple of minutes to stow his wheels. She shot the two beefy men a look right out of Oz and simply pushed past them.

Zeke was about to tell her off when Sam literally took matters into his own hands. He smiled at the attendant who read his mind and took his pass. Matt took his carry-on bag as Sam stooped down, lifted Zeke out of his chair and cradled him into his arms.

"Gee Sam, I seldom get service like this. Getting swept off my feet so to speak. Take note of this Spence."

Spence quickly collapsed the chair and grunted. "I'll get a broom."

The older woman was dawdling down the center of the walkway. It was an obvious attempt to block anyone from getting by her. Sam just brushed past her to one side. Before she could react and block the walkway again, Spence shot by with the chair. Matt didn't time things quite as well.

"What gives you the right to be so rude? You have no respect for an old woman." Matt opened his mouth but didn't get a word out before a hand appeared from behind and stopped her. The attendant had the woman by the arm.

"Mam, you didn't give me your boarding pass. I have to have it before you can board the plane." She winked at Matt who walked on by. "Oh, go ahead folks. Get your children settled." A young couple with two small children thanked her and squeezed past. "You know mam, we have to get the pass. You fly this route a lot. Nothing new. There. Thank you."

She gave her a loud harrumph and stubbornly scurried down the walkway. "See if I use this airline again."

The attendant turned back to the gate. She mumbled under her breath just loud enough for other passengers to hear. "Sure she will. It's the cheapest fare back to her cave in Altoona." Other passengers complimented her on keeping her cool with the old coot.

Sam had Zeke settled in his first class seat and the crew were just about finished securing the chair when the old woman appeared in the doorway behind the young family. She whined loudly about people being slow and the children getting in the way. Neither child was acting out of sorts or misbehaving and the parents were shocked at her comments. Matt flipped Sam's and his bag in the overhead and helped the young mother with a bag.

"Lady, we're heading back to Pittsburgh for a funeral. Want to make it two-for-one? If not, shut up. No one has bothered you and you certainly have no right to make nasty comments about these children." She gasped, pushed by to her seat in the back of the plane.

A good-looking well-built male attendant thanked him but told him he shouldn't have. She flies the route frequently, never without incident. Airline staff were all secretly hoping she would die in flight and they could drop the body out of the plane at a really good altitude. Maybe into a river or lake.

Sam hardly said a word the whole trip. He finally let out a long sigh and opened up on approach for landing. "I came back to Pittsburgh not so long ago to be near family because my father had a heart attack. I just didn't think things would change so quickly. He seemed to be doing so well."

Matt squeezed his hand. "I know he wasn't all that old but sometime these heart things are more serious than we all realize. Are you and Dave in danger of having the same problems?"

Sam blinked back tears. "Dave seems to be more at risk than me. But he's taking way better care of himself and watching his diet, you know, trying to do all the right things."

"And you?"

"I seem to be healthier now than I have ever been. I've put on more muscle in the last few months, and seen growth in places you don't usually see growth after the teenage years."

Matt giggled. "So I hear."

"Joe?"

"Buzz."

"Oh." The four men claimed their bags and headed to the parking – pick-up area. Joe was circling, pulled quickly into a curb spot, jumped out and hugged Sam. The two men held the embrace for nearly a minute as Matt fought back tears this time. Sam waved at Matt, Spence and Zeke as they headed for the shuttle to get to their cars. Joe threw Sam's bags into the back of the truck. "Let's head home boy. It's been a long trip." Joe looked over at the tired man. Sam had gotten a haircut in New York and let his goatee fill in a bit fuller. The sharp flattop looked damn good on him. The facial made him really hot. Joe shifted his weight trying to make room for his growing dick. Sam pretended not to notice.

Swede and Gary had a grueling Saturday morning installing a new hot tub heater unit and repairing a pool filter/pump at the same house. It was a warm sunny day and the two men were sweating up a storm by the time they finished at noon. The owner had kept ice tea flowing the whole time. She offered them a chance to shower but both said no thanks. Swede was heading to Scott's to help him do some yardwork and Gary was going to stop on the way home to wash his car.

The two men were struggling not to laugh as they climbed into Swede's truck. Gary shivered all over. "So do you think she just wanted to maybe see us naked?"

"Oh yeah. Happens a lot. Her husband must be working today otherwise she wouldn't have offered. You didn't help by taking off your shirt. She would have jumped your bones if I hadn't been there."

"Ewww. Well, that was a damn hard job. You earned that check today."

"Yes we did. Now you know what keeps me in business year round. People don't realize how much they have to do to maintain pools and tubs. Or they tire of it quickly. Even school districts screw things up. I make a nice buck all winter maintaining indoor systems."

"Who'd a thunk it in Pittsburgh?"

"Really. But I love the job for some dumb reason. So what's on your agenda for tonight?"

"Tim and I are going to meet Ron for dinner and a movie."

"Hasn't Ron found anyone yet?"

"Are you kidding? He's like some cheap whore meeting men everywhere. Sowing his wild oats before college starts in the fall. Can't blame him."

"What are you going to do when Tim leaves?"

"I'm practicing being ambidextrous." Swede groaned as they pulled into his complex. "Hey bud, thanks for the work. You guys have a good weekend. If you need someone for a threesome, let me know."

"You already have your agenda lined up."

"Yeah but not with two hot older men."

"Oh good grief. Go take a cold shower. Later. See ya Monday."

Gary hopped into his car and drove the short 10 minutes to his favourite car wash. It was not necessarily the best set-up but the men who frequently washed their cars there were hot. It was a hot, partly cloudy June day with the usual Pittsburgh humidity. The cool spray from the nozzle spurted to life and the mist felt good on his bare chest. His shorts were still a bit wet from work so getting them wet didn't matter. Besides the wet denim clung better to his round bubble butt. He worked away on the dusty car and just caught a glimpse of a tall shirtless man walk by from the change machine to the bay where he was working. Gary cursed his luck at missing what might have been prime beef. He hurried through the wash, rinsed his car and pulled out of the bay to the drying area.

A large gray Audi pulled into the spot next to him. A tall, shirtless, well-muscled man got out of the car, walked to the trunk and pulled out several towels to dry the car. Gary admired the view from behind of the small tight waist, broad muscular shoulders and full round muscle butt. The short dark hair, coloured slightly with gray made his dick stir. The man walked around to begin drying the windshield.

"Hey, Hi Gary. How are you?"

Damn. Caught. "Oh hi Mr. Williams. I didn't recognize you." He felt the heat from his face blushing.

"Yeah well, I'm not generally home when you and Swede do pool maintenance or I am always in a suit. Suits don't work for car washing. Were you men work this morning?"

"Um, yeah, only till noon. Really turned out to be a hot day." Gary held his drying towel in front of him to hide his stiffening dick. Damn. He had no idea Mr. Williams was so well-built.

"Yeah, isn't it great. I plan to go home and enjoy that pool."

"Good idea. You and your wife have a beautiful home and the pool is beautifully landscaped."

"Thank you. I like the way my house is situated at the end of a street. No nosy neighbours so I can enjoy my pool the way it was meant to be. You know? Oh, and I don't have a wife."

"Oh sorry, my mistake." Gary's dick hit full erection. He squirmed to keep things under control.

"And call me Steve. Not Mr. Williams, please. So Swede didn't tell you that we have, um, the same preferences?" Gary looked confused. Steve just smiled. "I'm just not as lucky as Swede. I don't have some hot beefy lover to go home to at night."

Gary watched the man's leg muscles flex as he knelt to dry a wheel. "Oh. OH! No he doesn't tell me you know, info like that on customers." Gary thought to himself, are all gay men named Steve this hot?

Steve laughed. "He is protective of his clientele and his staff. As he should be." The two men finished drying their cars. Steve walked over to Gary and took the towel from his hand. He dried a spot along the rear quarter panel and stood up close to the young man. "Missed a spot." Gary was crimson faced. "Does that lump, rather big one I'd say, in your jeans mean what I think?"

Gary sucked in his breath. "Yes sir, sorry. I find you very attractive."

"Thank you. Too bad you're not eig..."

Gary's shoulders dropped. "NO. Don't say it. I am so tired of everyone saying I'm not 18. I mean, I'm almost. And I know I want to be with men. What's the big deal if I want to tell a man I want to suck his cock or have him fuck me. "I mean, I'm gay dammit. I need to be with other men."

Steve looked at Gary somewhat stunned. "Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. But it's just that most men like me worry about someone as young as you and the consequences of having sex, well, they could be devasting."

"I know sir. I'm sorry. Believe me no one knows better. But fuck, if I want to get on my knees and suck you off, it's my choice, please. I know what I want."

Steve studied the frustrated young man's face. "I'm sorry. I did upset you. Gary, you are one helluva big muscular man for 17, um, going on 18. But I, oh, that `please'? That meant you...want to...go home with me?"

Gary reached for his drying towel in Steve's hand. He let his hand brush against Steve's now hard cock. "I am so fucking horny, please, let me suck you."

Steve took a step closer to Gary. The teenager could feel the man's heat over the June sun. "Fine. We can enjoy the pool. But we don't do anything foolish. If I say we aren't doing something, we aren't doing it. Follow me. You know where the house is." Gary jumped into his car and followed the big Audi the 20 minutes to the man's secluded home. Steve welcomed him in and offered him iced tea. "Sorry, you're not 21, nothing stronger."

Gary nodded and quietly thanked the man. He sipped the cold tea then set it down and wrapped his arms around the taller man. He reached up to lightly kiss him and a low moan escaped. Steve looked deeply into the green eyes and pulled the young man close to him in a deep kiss. A volume of words were spoken in that kiss.

"Am I your first older man?"

Gary trembled. "I was raped by some old religious pedophile. That doesn't count. I want to be with someone on equal terms." A pained looked clouded over Steve's face.

"Oh Gary. I, I, fuck, that happened to me when I was 14. I didn't know about you. Took me till I was 21 to have the courage to be with another man. Someone I wanted to be with and share with, I am so sorry." He held the young man tightly and kissed the top of his head. "Let's go shower and relax in the pool.

It was the longest, sexiest, most sensual shower Gary had ever taken. Steve soaped the young man's muscular body making love to every muscle and cut, every hollow and body part until Gary thought he would cum just from the sheer sensual nature of the man's touch. In the pool, the cool water heightened the heat and passion between them. Steve lifted him to sit on the side of the pool and gave him a blow-job that literally curled his toes. Gary wanted to return the favour until Steve's tongue found his hot pink pucker.

Gary's time with Tim or Ron was always over too quickly. Horny teenagers can't always control their triggers. Steve totally controlled Gary's trigger as he fucked him poolside for 20 minutes before pulling out. Gary moaned with need. "No don't stop."

The older man smiled. "I need something too." Steve lay on his back, lifted his long legs and gave Gary what he needed. Equal time and love with an older man who knew how to treat and love a partner.

The two men lounged in the cool water and talked about Gary's ordeal and coming to grips with being a young gay man. Steve offered him sound advice in maneuvering his remaining time in high school and not letting being gay become am obstacle to achieve what he wanted. His own time in high school had been hell after being gang raped in what leaked out to be a public humiliation. He waited until he was in college to have his first rewarding gay experience. He complimented Gary on his levelheaded approach to dealing with his sexuality. Gary was grateful an older man had looked past his age and shared a loving warm sexually gratifying time. The two men stroked each other to full erection then Steve gave Gary another toe-curling blow-job. It was four in the afternoon before Gary tore himself away to go home. Steve promised to keep in touch despite traveling two or three days a week for work.

Gary's parents were amused by their son's happy bubbling attitude when he got home. His father made it a point to openly offer Gary time to discuss his needs or frustrations. They knew he had been through a humiliating experience and were doing everything they could to be supportive. His friendship with the large diverse group of gay man had only a positive effect on him and they were happy he was getting and keeping himself on even ground.

Gary picked up the phone message from Tim and frowned. "Oh no, Sam's father passed away."

His mother handed him a sandwich and rubbed his shoulder. "Is that the man from the university who is sort of the center of all these friends you made? The really generous guy?"

"Yeah, Sam Chambers. He's really a down-to-earth man, would do anything for anyone. Gee, I knew his father had had a heart attack last year or so but thought he was doing okay."

"Well, heart problems can be tricky. You thinking of going to the funeral home?"

"Uh huh, seems only right. Sam and his partner have been like family to me. Swede will probably want to go to the funeral. Wonder when that will be?"

"Hmm, well, judging by the timing, not until Monday or Tuesday. I know you've told us a lot about Sam. It's nice that you want to show you care."

He hugged his mother. "You and Dad always taught me the right things to do. Taking time to show you care about someone is the least I can do for Sam." His mother smiled as he bounced out of the kitchen to his room. He had some time to relax and stroke a bit before meeting Tim and Ron for dinner and a movie.

Ken and Bill were floored by the men roaming around Tank's house. Bikers were everywhere, naked in the pool, naked in the hot tub, lounging in the sun, lounging inside. Some wore jeans and no shirt, others bare-assed leather chaps. Bill's big dick stiffened in his shorts as they wandered through the crowd. Harley came over to greet them picking up empty beer bottles on his way.

"Hey guys, glad you came over. We had an, um, unexpected group of bikers drop in to visit. These are some of the guys we were visiting down in DC a couple of days ago. They met up with some other buddies on their way home. Their home base is Chicago so this is a pit stop for them."

Ken looked around at the variety of men. "Wow, quite a crew. Where's Tank?"

"Oh he showed a couple of the guys where the gym is, and then they have this new bitch their training."

"What?"

"I'm not sure. I know when we saw them in DC, they were welcoming, so to speak, a new bitch. I sorta remember this guy being in a bar. I guess this guy who uh, offered his services to all the members."

Bill's eyes widened. "All of them?"

Harley shrugged. "I guess. Tank sent me and the guys back to the hotel when it got hot and heavy."

Bill looked confused. "Afraid they might take you away as their bitch?"

"Maybe. I've never been a part of a biker gang like this. Pretty interesting men but well their sex can be a bit rough. Hey Ken, some of us are going running in a bit did you bring your stuff? Header and Andy are eager to try out the new running leg. It's cool."

"Yep, I'll just go change."

There was a sudden shift in the crowd as a handful of men got up and began putting on their leathers. Harley saw Tank and Skull across the room and excused himself.

Bill watched as Ken changed into his running shoes and shorts. "I guess some of these guys are hitting the road. I think I'll relax by the pool while you run. My legs are a bit sore from the workout the other day. Hey Tank."

"Hey guys. Give me a few minutes to say adios to some of these guys. Bill, if you're hanging in here, a few of us are going to work out. Meet us in the gym." It took five minutes for the confusion to settle. There were only five men left at the house when the first group of bikers hit the road and the second group of men took off for a long run. Bill headed for the gym with his T-shirt, towel and still wearing his best and smallest swim suit.

Skull waved as he also headed toward the door. Bill overheard him tell Tank to do his best to reason with them and left. Bill walked into the gym to find three men who introduced themselves as long-time biker buds of Tank's and his late partner. Bill felt tiny compared to the beef on the hoof these guys were carrying. The one man, Rone, seemed to be the leader. They were all friendly and quick to offer Bill encouragement on his workouts and getting his legs back to pre-Iraq standards. Tank walked into the room stripping off his T-shirt just as the phone rang. He excused himself to take a call. The men started out doing some warm-up stretching with weights most guys would max out on using.

Bill was doing some arm stretches when he heard a loud groan come from the direction of the playroom. Rone smiled wickedly. "Guess who's awake. Bill, come meet our new bitch."

Bill followed them into the playroom – dungeon and was hit with a hot wall of cum-scented heat. A big, beefy man hung in a sling in the center of the room. His ass looked as if it had been plowed numerous times by numerous men. A ball-gag filled his mouth. He was covered with dried cum and moaning from obvious sexual use.

"Ain't her purty? Course, we still have to finish getting him fixed up to our liking. We had the tit rings and the PA done `fore we left DC." The man's nipples stretched under the weight of two of the biggest nipple rings Bill had ever seen and an equally large ring through the head of a large thick cock. "We're having to keep them clean until he heals but he's coming along damn well. We had some saline pumped into his sack so his balls look oh maybe three times the size. Not sure yet if we will let him keep them. We may sow them up inside his body and lop off the dick, or maybe stuff it inside and just leave his dick head sticking out."

"You'd cut off his cock and balls?" Bill felt his own balls tighten at the thought of it."

"Maybe. He ain't gonna be needing them when we get back to Chicago. He's being trained as a cockhound and cumdump. Doing pretty good at it too. He's learned to take dick up his ass real well, or get whipped."

"So he's your sex toy?"

The three big men grinned. "Oh you bet. We'll get him on a good gym routine, pump him up with some roids, maybe pull his teeth, fix him with some good ink, the works. Not like that shabby tat he has now."

Bill looked at the snake tattoo wrapped around the men's taut calf. Not bad but definitely not the best work. He looked back at the three men rubbing their hands over the man's sex worn body and back at the tattoo. What was it Sam told them about John's situation? The man groaned as they cleaned the nipple rings and PA. His eyes clearly not able to focus. The three huge men stripped and shook their big dicks at the helpless man.

"Hey Billy, you want to try his ass before working out? We thought we'd drop a quick load. It'll help us keep focused on pushing weight." Bill looked at the huge musclemen and at the groaning bitch in the sling. His dick stiffened and plopped free of the thin material.

Rone walked over and stroked the big ebony cock. "Damn, no wonder your boyfriend has such a big smile. Chuck, get over and get this man ready." Chuck was big by any standard and gladly dropped to his knees in front of Bill. He swallowed Bill's cock to the base and sucked hard. Bill gasped for breath.

"Easy Chuck. Just get him ready. Damn, smack him in the head if he gets you too close. The man could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. That's enough. The man's toes are starting to curl." Rone pulled Bill free and aimed him at the prone man's swollen ass. The man moaned loudly as Bill sank his cock into the moist but tight hole. Sexual instinct took over as Bill fucked the prone man. The man reached up and stroked the cocks of two of the men standing at either side. They cheered Bill on to the end. The third had loosened the ball gag and was face-fucking him. What little resistance the man had disappeared when they reminded him about the whip. Ten minutes later Bill stumbled back to the gym and sat on the edge of a bench. The three beefalos were slamming another round of fucks into their new toy. He could hear their grunts and slapping of the man over the radio.

Tank bounded down the stairs. Bill was stretched out on the bench pushing a lightweight bar. His long black cock hung limp and wet. Tank frowned. "Guess they got you to fuck him eh?"

Bill sat up and sighed. "Yeah. It was weird. You know the whole thing with John?"

"Yep."

"And Sam told us about this guy they were looking for who they think might be the one..."

"Yep."

"Is that?"

"Yep."

"Can they?"

"They think so."

Bill looked around the room. "Isn't that a bit dangerous? I mean it's like sex slaves trade, or whatever you call it."

"Yep. Look, I tried to reason with them but well, they all used to be cops."

"Payback? What?! Used to be?"

"Looks that way and they aren't listening to reason."

"Have you?"

"No. I went and slammed poor Harley till his fillings rattled."

"Would they really, you know, pull his teeth and, uh, neuter him."

Tank slowly shook his head. "Oh yeah. They'll pump him with roids, maybe cut off his dick and balls and yank his teeth. He'll be one big ballooned muscle cow, cumdump and happy to do it when they get through. I've known them for years. They used to be damn good cops but well, Rone stands for testosterone. You get the drift? Now they work big security jobs and private contracts. I stay on their good side cause they sorta scare me. And I been keeping Harley busy and away from them until they leave."

"Should I worry about Ken?"

"Yeah, maybe. He's got bottom boy written all over him. They take one look at that big black cock of yours and figure Ken's a good receptacle."

"Thanks for the warning."

Tank squeezed his shoulder. "I consider you family. These guys will grab a workout, a burger or two and then head north to I-80. They won't stay the night. I don't want to know what happens after they leave here. I can only imagine what's in the one dude's party van."

Bill took a deep breath and shook his head. "Let's lift. I need to refocus." They were joined by the three men when they had finished fucking their toy. It was an intense heavy duty lifting session. Bill felt supremely pumped when they finished. He was sucking down some cold water when Ken and Harley strolled in from their run. The three big men licked their lips. Tank shot Bill a look that made his blood run cold. He threw his sweaty chest against Ken's and kissed him hard. Ken felt the big black dick stir against him. "So how was your run? Let's go upstairs and shower and relax in the pool." Before Ken could react, Bill spun him around and pushed him toward the stairs. Bill could hear Tank asking Harley what the game plan was for food and could he check on things with Header and Andy."

Steve was busy in the kitchen when Matt got home. The two men threw their arms around each other and held on for several minutes. Steve's son came down the stairs with Sam the Shepherd and hugged Matt too.

"Why don't' you go outside and play with Sam for a while before we go to the soccer game? Go ahead Buddy." The kid and the dog could keep each other company for hours. Steve rubbed Matt's shoulders. "You look tired?"

"It was a long conference made longer by this whole thing with John in DC, and then the call about Sam's father."

"Yeah I spoke with Joe a long time last night."

"What are the plans?"

"Funeral will probably be Tuesday. His mom is doing really well and has a sister here to help her. Dave has been handling most of the arrangements with Sam on the cell phone."

"Yeah for awhile there before we left for the airport, Sam was attached to that thing."

"As sad as it is to lose a father, they seem to be pretty strong. He was doing okay but Gus said he thought maybe he was having some problems and not saying anything."

Matt made a face. "Smack me if I don't ever do what the doctor tells me."

"How bout if I just smack your butt all the time?"

"Then how will I know that it's for something I need to stop doing wrong?"

"Well, if it's followed with let's fuck, then you know it's play."

"Speaking of Gus."

Steve sighed. "Yeah, the poor man is in for a hard time when Tim goes away to college. He did sleep here and that's it, I swear."

Matt smiled. "You know, I don't think I would have had a problem if the two of you had sex. I like Gus a lot and would consider him as a playmate. Is he thinking he might be gay?"

"He's confused. Looking back at everything that has happened since his wife died, he thinks it explains a lot about his behavior. That's a lot of ground in those years. But he's still afraid he'd do something stupid."

"Like what?'

"Well, like having sex with men and meeting someone he likes then realizing, oh no, I'm not really gay. He doesn't want to hurt anyone."

Matt scratched his head. "But if you never try to have sex with men, how can you tell? Or is there something else?"

"Yep. He's got the hots for his own son Tim. And who wouldn't? The kid is a fucking testosterone explosion. Damn, it was everything I could do not to go at Gus for sex when he was pressed against me. My dick has been hard for days. But now that you're home..."

"Don't we have a soccer game to go to?"

Steve dropped his head and whimpered. "Yes. Heaven help me that my balls don't explode until later."

Matt got a crooked grin. "Hey, I just spent days in New York with Sam, Buzz, Spence and Zeke, dealing with issues long distance over this sex attack on John, and having hot men cruise me in restaurants. If I can hold out, you can make it for a few more hours."

Steve sighed. "Well, if one hot daddy starts talking to me at the game, it may not be pretty. Hot men cruised you?" Matt giggled. "I'm going to go change and unpack. We leaving for the game in 30 minutes?"

"Yeah. That's enough time to..."

"Nope. Save it." Matt lugged his bags up the stairs as Steve stood in the kitchen groaning loudly. "Stop it."

Sam dropped his bags in the hallway to the bedroom, pulled Joe to him and held on tightly. Joe was beginning to feel his arms go numb from the hug. Sam just breathed in his scent and kneaded the thick muscle in his lover's back. "You smell so damn good, damn I missed you."

Joe squirmed. "I missed you too but I am about to lose all feeling in my arms."

Sam let go, picked up his bags and carted them off to their bedroom. Joe flopped on the bed as he watched Sam unpack, throw clothes in the laundry hamper, hang up suits, put away shoes and remove any hints of having been away for a conference. Dave wants us to have dinner with him and mom and a couple of my aunts and uncles. He said he call with the place. I say we relax." He grabbed one of Joe's ankles, untied a shoe and pulled it off followed by a sock, another shoe another sock, until Joe was stretched out on the bed under him naked. Neither one said a word for an hour while they kissed followed by a slow sensual fuck of Joe's meaty butt. Sam got up to go t the bathroom and left a limp and wrung out muscle pup sprawled on the bed gasping for breath.

"If this is the way it is every time you go away, I'd almost consider liking you being gone more often, but then I'd just miss you more." Sam smiled as he walked into the bedroom carrying a small blue piece of fabric. He wore a dark green swim suit that accented his ass, his deeply cut lower abs and thrust his cock and balls out inches in front of him.

"I bought you a swimsuit." He handed Joe the small blue fabric.

"It's a posing strap made out of dental floss."

"It stretches." He watched Joe's dick stiffen as the young man fondled the soft cloth. "You better corral that fuckpole before it's at full mast again. I'm heading to the pool. I'll grab us some cool drinks."

Joe joined him a few minutes later surprised by the stretch of the flimsy suit. "It's quite a piece of work, unless I stretch like this...oops." His full bloated but not quite erect cock flopped free as Sam stood up and pushed him into the pool. Joe surfaced sputtering only to have Sam's wet body sliding up beside his.

"Over here in the corner." Sam walked to a section of the pool that was waist deep for him and bent over the side.

"What happened to your suit? Oh Daddy, what a butt!!"

"And what's a butt for? Get over here, son, and fuck your old man." Joe didn't need to be asked twice and was soon plowing away at Sam's thick deep muscle butt. He collapsed across Sam's broad back and moaned.

"Dang. My dick's still hard. You make me so hot. Damn I need you so much."

"Good, cause I intend to be around for a long time. Let's relax." They pulled themselves from the pool, flopped into lounge chairs and snoozed until the doorbell woke them up. Zeke and Spence were on the front porch. Their eyes got wide when Sam answered the door wearing his almost swim suit.

Spence grinned. "We just thought we'd stop and, and, and..."

Zeke rolled his eyes. "Well, you've left him speechless. Just wanted to ask if you needed anything?"

"Nope. Come on in. You have to see Joe in that suit I bought him. They followed Sam through the big house out onto the back deck where Joe lounged. His dick struggled to remain in the tiny suit.

Zeke nodded his approval. "You were right Sam. He looks awesome. Right Spence, Spence? Spence?!"

Sam giggled. "I think he's in shock. You guys heard anything from John and Buzz?"

"Not a word. Oh for God sakes Spence."

Kids were everywhere chasing soccer balls, retrieving soccer balls, rolling in the dirt and supposedly warming up. Steve bit his lower lip as he watched the seemingly unruly mob on the field. A ref blew a whistle, coaches called back their teams and in a few minutes an actual soccer game happened. Matt stood quietly next to Steve partly impressed by the skills of the kids on the field and partly amused by the whole process.

"A bit like organized chaos isn't it?"

Steve suppressed a snicker. "Every time. Never ceases to amaze me." The two big men quietly watched Steve's son work the game. "He's getting better."

Matt folded his arms across his chest. "Yeah, he's actually pretty good. Is there a career in this?"

Steve shrugged. "Damned if I know. We didn't really play much soccer when I was a kid. But it is great exercise. He burns off calories and sleeps like a log. I should try it on someone else I know." Matt looked at him suspiciously. "And sleep through a you know when you're plowing away? I don't think so." The two men intently watched the field antics dressed like every other parent in denim shorts and T's. A handsome athletic Daddy next to them was working hard to control his enthusiasm as he watched his son. One high jump, arm pumping move made both men turn to watch the round bubble butt and more than thick arms.

The man smiled at them and laughed. "Sorry, I travel al lot and have too many conflicts in my job, so I don't get to see many of my son's games. Not to obnoxious am I?"

Steve snickered. "No, you're just missing pom-poms." The man smile back.

"You're Steve aren't you? I'm Billy's Dad. Our kids hang out together."

"Oh, you must be Brick, the medical center track therapist guy."

"Close enough."

"You've worked with the kids a few times. Thanks. I admit, I know nothing about soccer."

"Well, you're son is constantly improving. Looking good."

"Thanks. You're son's a whiz at this."

"Yeah, he really took to it. You must be Matt, the other Dad." Matt stuck out his hand to have it lost in Brick's firm grip. "I give you guys credit. As far as I now, you are the only same-sex couple who show up for the games." He leaned in a bit closer. "We have a few narrow-focused Republicans among us in case you haven't noticed. Glad to see you here."

Matt immediately liked the good-looking athletic man. "Thanks. We're a bit nervous at times and no one ever really says much to us so we keep quiet."

"Yeah, give them time. Although it may be to your advantage if you know what I mean. Some of the women are afraid you will put the moves on their husbands, not like that's going to happen. Most of them are a sad out of shape lot. They need to be out there with their kids working off those beer bellies. You guys are in good shape. Maybe you'll inspire them. Or make them even more self-conscious." He laughed at his own joke. "Well' I am glad to finally meet you. We'll have to have you over for dinner. My wife is working today, some big advertising project blah-blah."

Steve chuckled at the free spirited man. "We'd enjoy that. As long as it doesn't get you in trouble with the rest of the parents."

"Eh, screw them. I have a gay brother out in Seattle. These dweebs don't think they know any gay people and don't know how to act around anyone who isn't stepford like them. Slow on the learning curve."

Matt exchanged glances with Steve. "Yeah we noticed as long as they keep their exchanges on a work level, if someone comes to Steve for a project or whatever, then they're happy to talk to us. Otherwise, not even a hello at the grocery store."

Brick waved his hand. "Oh that right, Steve, you're the carpenter guy. I saw the dining room set you did for the Addams, nice work. Hey, my other brother is a carpenter, you wouldn't be looking for anyone to work would you?"

Steve thought a moment. "As a matter of fact I am."

"Cool. Could I give you his number? He's straight an all but really open-minded, a little shy but once he gets to know you, he opens up. Good with his hands though."

"Sure. Glad to talk to him. Work is piling up." Brick beamed from ear to ear. By the end of the game the three men were getting along and acting like brothers. The other parents were watching them from the corners of their eyes. Brick ran to his car to get a card and write down his brother's phone number. When he came back he praised Steve's son for his game. Thanked Steve and hurried off with his son.

"Hey dad, can I stay over at Billy's tonight?" Steve agreed. "Great, then you and Matt can have the house all to yourselves and be noisy."

Matt flushed. "Noisy?"

Buddy giggled. "Yeah, you two are really loud when you're having sex. Geesh." He ran ahead to the car to change his shoes.

Steve took a deep breath and nudged Matt. "Are we really that loud?"

"Wouldn't know. I'm usually screaming."

Buzz motored along in the thick silence of the big Dodge. John slumped in the passenger seat trying his best to be comfortable but obviously sullen and miserable. Buzz couldn't tell if he was in pain or extremely depressed. As he sped along in the mountains of Maryland, he decided he had to push the envelope.

"You okay? Comfortable, the ribs all right?"

John let out a long sigh and shrugged is shoulders. His eyes were dark and cold. "S'okay. I mean my ribs hurt and the leg ain't so good, think I may also have a couple of cracked teeth but what's a fucker to do?"

"Would it be more comfortable to lie in the back seat? Or recline more?"

"Nah, I'll survive."

"Should I stop somewhere to stretch a bit? Car's kinds cramped so moving may not be such a bad idea."

"If you want."

"I want to do what I can to be sure you're comf..."

"I'm fine already dammit." John barked. Buzz flinched. The only time John had raised his voice was when they were playing.

Buzz drove a couple more miles. "It's not the physical stuff is it that has you so bummed?"

"What are you now a psychologist?"

"No. I'm you're lover. You're partner. Or I, I think I am. You've hardly said a complete sentence since yesterday. What's eating you?"

John shuffled in the seat. "Leave me the fuck alone."

Buzz calculated mileage in his head till they were home. "We have a couple more hours of drive time. We need to talk."

"No we fucking don't."

Buzz ground his teeth and sped up. "Yes we do. You're pissed cause you're some cop who got beat up and ..."

"Beat up? They fucking tried to fuck me to death. If they'd a had a baseball bat it would have been up my ass. I'm a cop. I been in fights, been bruised and beaten. This..." His voice broke as he fought back a sob."

"What?"

"SHUT UP."

Buss tightened his grip on the wheel. "No, fuck you." John shot him a cold dark look. "Sir."

"You don't know, don't understand..."

"NO. I DON"T!!!!! Dammit, and I can't if you're just going to brood. Talk to me about what's eating you. They said you were really quiet in the hospital. That's not like you. You're not a chatty guy but you're still talkative."

"Maybe I don't feel like talking."

Buzz took a deep breath. "And maybe I don't feel like sitting around waiting for you to talk."

"What? What do you mean?"

"If you're going to be all gloomy and miserable at home, I don't' well, maybe that's not where I should be."

"Buzz. It's work." "What? You wont be able to go back to work for a few weeks until the doc says so. You deserve some time off."

John growled. "It ain't the part about being off because of some damned broken bones. It's the report."

Buzz studied the face, unshaven and tired. "You're worried what the report will say about what happened to you?" John stirred in the seat. "John, you were jumped from behind, knocked out, dragged off, beaten up and..."

"Used as a fucking sex freak."

Buzz drove quietly for another couple of miles. "The guys in DC said they were going to be discrete in the report, maybe no one at home will get it."

"They can't be that discrete in the hospital report. Word...gets out. It makes...me an...easy target."

"Target? For what? Talk? You ain't never been one to worry about what people say."

"I'm a cop for chrissakes. There are some guys in the department that don't know I'm gay."

"How do you explain me?"

"Haven't had to?" John answered weakly.

Sunday was the first evening for viewing. The funeral home was small and simple. It was what Sam's father wanted and what his mother agreed to do. She didn't actually want an extended viewing thinking it can sometimes be harder on the family. But her sister-in-law insisted so she gave in against both Dave and Sam's input. She didn't want a big family argument out of respect for her husband and sons. And no matter where Helen went, a big argument usually followed.

Sam arrived at the funeral home a few minutes after the viewing started. His brother was already cornered by friends and waved weakly from a corner. Dave Jr. sat in an opposite corner with Ron, Tim and Gary as well as some other friends. Joe followed smiling politely at people he didn't know. He watched Sam's broad shoulders widen with a deep breath. He muttered under his breath. "Oh fuck Helen." Joe looked around and caught a glimpse of the older gray-haired woman dressed in more black than necessary holding court in a corner opposite from his brother.

Joe leaned toward him. "Is that?"

"Oh yeah, as it lives and breathes." The funeral director came over to shake his hand. "Brad, thank you. Everything looks lovely."

Brad smiled warmly. "Your aunt is an insistent woman."

"That's polite."

"Your mother is in the other room with her sister and brother. Quite the contrast."

Sam grinned. "Yeah they were always more the 60's hippie types." Sam walked around the corner to the room where his mother sat with her sister and brother. Where Helen was draped in black, his mom was in a bright floral jacket with a simple solid skirt. "Mom, you look nice."

"Thank you Sam. Your dad always liked this. He said it was like a bright spring bouquet."

His aunt Julie snickered. "As opposed to Helen who looks like the inside of a cave." Sam smiled. "Sorry Sammy. But no one said there was a law to make funerals overwhelming and depressing. We should be celebrating the good things about your father's life.

"We will Julie. Uncle Jake, how's it hanging."

Jake stood up and Joe caught his breath. It was obvious Sam wasn't the only big man in the family. "Hanging just fine son. Give me a hug." Joe felt his cock stir as the big man threw his arms around Sam and kissed him on the neck. "So sorry about your Dad, but he wouldn't want us to be maudlin." Sam nodded his head in agreement. "This Joe?" Joe stuck out his hand only to be pulled into the big man, hugged and kissed. "We've heard a lot about you. Welcome to the family." Julie also kissed him and patted his hand.

"Don't you let Sammy be pushing you around. Oh, unless you like that." Joe blushed.

Sam steered Joe toward Dave. "Mom's side of the family tends to be free-spirited."

"How old is your uncle?"

Sam thought for a second. "Somewhere around 70."

"What? He looks like you. He looks like a man way younger."

Sam lowered his eyes and stared at Joe. "Don't be getting any ideas. He plays both sides of the fence boy." Joe glanced back in disbelief. "We're a dysfunctional family but dammit we're proud."

"Do you have cousins?"

"Oh yeah a whole boatload. None gay that I know of but all very open-minded and loving. If they show up guard your crotch, lots of groping as I recall."

"And they're not..."

"Nope, not that it couldn't have happened by now and no one told me." Sam hugged his brother and shook hands with a couple friends from high school. Joe chatted quietly with Dave but stopped when Dave tapped him on the arm."

"Bitch alert." A stern looking woman dresses head to toe in black walked forcefully across the room.

"Well, Sam aren't you even going to say hello?"

Sam turned slowly and smiled politely. "Hello Helen. I didn't want to interrupt your moment before. How are you?"

"I'm burying my brother how am I supposed to be?" She straightened her back. "You could show some respect."

"I did. I didn't interrupt your...mourning. Where's Uncle Burt?"

She sucked in her breath. "My husband and my son had a golf game they didn't want to cancel. They should be here by now. Just like them to be late."

She gave Joe a cold stare. "Hi, I'm Joe. Sam's pa..."

"I know who you are. Surprised you're here."

Sam slid his arm around Joe's shoulders. "He's my family Helen."

"Indeed. Not by my definition."

Dave's eyes sparkled. "We've never gone by your definition." She glared at him. "I hope you aren't teaching my nephew to be as rude?"

"No he comes by it quite naturally."

She tossed her head and let out a disapproving sound. "I'll talk with him later. I see he's with some young men over there. By appearance, they look like find outstanding young men." She shot Sam and Dave another glare and stomped off.

Joe watched her walk away and visibly shivered. Sam giggled. "She has that chilling effect on everyone. She left before I could hint that the three young men with whom DJ is standing are gay. Probably would have put her out cold."

Dave looked thoughtful. "Save it for later when we need some peace and quiet." Sam nodded in agreement.

Joe smiled quietly. "Somehow I don't think there will be much peace and quiet with this funeral." Sam looked at him with a puzzled grin. Joe shrugged and grinned.

It was a hot, steamy Sunday afternoon with the typical thick humidity prone to Pennsylvania. Sam was elated when his friends began arriving. They all paid respects to his mother, and other relatives but steered clear of Helen when Sam gave them the sign.

Steve and Matt wandered over and nodded her direction. "Does she always stare at people that way?"

Sam smiled. He rocked back and forth on his feet. "Oh no, this is her warm and fuzzy mode."

Ken and Bill walked over. "Oy. If that's her warm and fuzzy, don't show me pissed."

Sam stifled a chuckle. "Well, ignore her. I've spent years doing it. I'm glad to see everyone. Tim and Gus are back talking to Steve and Bruce. I'm not sure where Swede and Scott went, and, what the heck...here come Buzz and John. When did John get crutches?"

Joe shrugged. "Maybe his injuries were worse than we heard? I didn't remember Buzz saying anything about crutches though." The men watched Buzz quietly walk behind John as he lurched over to Sam's mother, Aunt and brother. A few minutes later he hobbled over to their corner and slumped into a chair.

Zeke and Spence gestured at the cast. Spence looked at Buzz. "I don't remember you saying anything abut a cast. When did he get this?

Buzz's face went bright red as a shit-eating grin spread across John's face. "I didn't have it when we left DC. This is as a result of Buzzy here trying to kill me." Buzz looked at the floor. Gus sauntered over and frowned. "Not really Gus so you don't have to box his ears or anything."

Matt studied the two men. "SOOOO, what happened? You weren't in good shape but what?"

"Well, it's actually sorta funny. Buzz is driving back and gets all Dr. Feel on me."

"You mean Phil."

"Well that too. I was to be honest being a shit. A big shit as he tells me. He was pretty dead-on that I was majorly bummed out and worried about what people back here in the department would think when they heard I got jumped, beat up and raped."

Buzz cleared his throat. "He was really down about the other guys not seeing him as a man anymore because of this whole incident. Plus, I found out he hadn't explained to some of the more narrow-minded cops just exactly who or what I was to him. Did piss me off."

"SOOOO, you broke his leg?" Joe was reverting to full blond mode."

John stretched in the overstuffed chair, reached up and rubbed Buzz's leg then took his hand. "No, he hauled my ass on the carpet for what I was thinking and doing to myself, and for not being honest for my feelings. He pretty much called my bluff on the whole not a man anymore thing. So he did what any self-respecting boy would do for his dad."

"He broke your leg?" Sam swatted Joe.

"No, he floored the car, zipped through traffic, me screaming my head off, and flew off I-70 at an exit he knew. Seems there was this campground his family used to go to only a couple miles away and he knew a couple of secluded spots."

"And he beat you up?" Sam shook his head and gave Joe the sign to `zip-it.'

"He drove to a very secluded spot, sorta scary, jumped out of the car yelling at me that he would prove I was still a man where it mattered most. He proceeded to strip, pull me from the car, yank my jeans down and give me one super-supreme head job. And if that wasn't enough, he bent over the trunk of the car and had me slamming away at his ass like there was no tomorrow.

Buzz was once again totally red-faced. "Except that we were too close to the edge of a ravine and well, in the heat of the moment John fell over the edge."

"Best climax I ever had."

The men stood and stared at them and then quietly walked in different directions trying not to laugh out loud. Cackling could be heard in the parking lot as they all lost it. Sam stood next to John while he sat in the chair and nodded. "It is a silly story. Glad to see who my friends are."

Sam squeezed his shoulder. "We all love you John. It's just now we know you can't stand and throw a good fuck into anyone."

Buzz stifled a giggle. "Oh it was good. Except for that one step backwards." It was John's turn to blush. "My ass is till sore. He ripped into me good. But we proved he's still all man." Ken and Bill were the first to return and quietly patted John on the back. "I'm in for a lot of teasing over this aren't I?"

Bill smirked. "Oh yeah, you betcha."

Buzz sighed. "Gotta hope they find the guy who lead this little team of hate-mongers." Bill and Ken looked at each other and agreed.

Ken rubbed Buzz's back. "Maybe he's already going through his own torture."

"Damn I hope so." Sam was about to take the conversation in a different direction when his Uncle Burt and Burt Jr. walked into the funeral home. Both men were very tan and wearing simple dress slacks and shirts. Like many other men that day. Helen who reprimanded them for not wearing suits cornered them. She even made the underhanded comment that Sam wore a suit.

Burt took a deep breath. "Helen, it's 93 degrees and probably 95% humidity. We'll do a suit tomorrow evening, maybe, and for sure for the funeral. Excuse me, I'm going to pay respects to Sam and his mother. A few minutes later the two men who looked more like brothers than father and son walked over and hugged Sam. "You just had to wear a suit didn't you?"

"Sorry Uncle Burt. I felt like it would be appropriate. If I knew just wearing slacks would tick off Helen, well then maybe."

"Oh hell, I would have shown up in my underwear. That woman is never happy, never."

Burt Jr. looked away. "You could get a divorce or hire a hit man."

Sam looked surprised. His uncle smiled at his wife. "Oh, I'm too old to find me another woman." Burt Jr. shook his head and walked over to Dave. "Besides, Sam, you may not believe this but that cranky old bitch is one good fuck. On occasion." Joe almost choked. "You Joe?" Joe coughed and spluttered. "Sorry but if I could find me a man like you, well Hellen'd be history."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah right."

Burt smiled. "Anytime, providing Joe ain't keeping you busy. I could give you a blowjob that would curl your toes. Excuse me while I go talk to your brother."

Joe looked at Sam. "Uh, your family is a bit different." Sam chuckled. "My family is just too straight."

John stretched his good leg. "Well buddy, the straighter they claim to be, the more they are probably bent."

The men chatted in between various family friends stopping to pay their respects. Sam was chatting with a work friend of his father's when a tall, good-looking man in business casual walked into the room. He very quickly got the attention of all of Sam's friends. He walked over and shook Sam's hand. The salt and pepper hair was thick and perfectly cut in a short masculine buzz. The muscles covering his chest and arms tested the strength of the fabric.

"Hey Sam, sorry about your father. I remember you saying he was the main reason you moved back here. Hope your mother is okay?"

"Dan, thank you and nice to see you. My mother seems to be holding up well." Sam was obviously surprised and touched by the man's coming to the funeral home. "We don't see each other much on campus except for meetings, we need to remedy that."

The man had an easy smile and relaxed manner. "Yeah we really do for several reasons."

Sam turned to Joe. "This is my partner Joe. Joe this is Dan, Kevin actually, although we all call him Dan." Sam watched the man's eyes and was not surprised when they quickly scanned and assessed Joe. Bingo.

"Oh?"

Dan/Kevin smiled again. "My father was also Kevin and our last name is Daniels so everyone called me Dan or Danny, Daniels, a bit redundant eh?"

Sam laughed. "I always wondered about that. Now I know." Kevin glanced around the room. "So you by yourself? No Mrs.?"

"Sorry, no Mrs., and it would be another Mr. Anyway. That's one of the reasons we should talk. Work really takes up too much of my time."

"Truly, but I have been working to control my time at work and seem to be balancing things right now. Although having Joe at home provides incentive to get out of the office."

"I could understand that...is that Buzz?"

Joe looked in the direction Kevin was looking. "Oh yeah and his partner John."

"Partner? Really. I grew up down the street from him, went to school with his older brothers. Great family."

Sam looked around. "Well, Tim the youngest is over there in the corner with my nephew and a couple of their friends. And Gus their dad is here somewhere."

"That's Tim, wow, the gym has been good to him and Gus is here you said?" Joe pointed to a large display of flowers. "Over there behind that flower collection talking to Sam's brother Dave."

Kevin tilted his head. "Gus looks damn good. Damn. The genetics in that family were always outstanding but damn." Joe glanced down trying not to notice the slightly larger bulge in Kevin's pants. "Excuse me. I need to say hello."

Sam and Joe watched Kevin walk toward Buzz who slowly recognized the man. His face lit up as he tried not to stare. Sam realized all his friends were staring at him and waiting for a sign. He just shrugged. "There's going to be a lot of questions about him."

Joe nonchalantly adjusted his cock. "Well can you blame them. That's a prime piece of beef. Nice build, really, really good-looking and from what little I gathered, a nice guy."

"Yeah he is a nice guy. Somehow my gaydar wasn't picking up on that."

"Well, maybe it was so overcome with me it is malfunctioning."

"Oh yeah right, keep telling yourself that Martha." Joe squinted back at him and stuck out the tip of his tongue. "Oh you'll be using that for sure later." The two men watched as Kevin worked his way across the room and up to Gus. The big man's face lit up as he recognized his former neighbour. He reached out and grabbed the man up in his big arms in a long tight embrace. Kevin's pants were definitely on the verge of tenting when Gus let go. "Hmm did you seee..." Joe nodded. "Gus too?"

Joe nodded again. "Uh huh." He was about to say something else when the building trembled with the rumble of motorcycles in the parking lot. A few minutes later Tank, Harley, Header, Andy, Cesar and LJ walked through the front door in biker leathers. Joe could see Sam's Aunt Helen's reaction all the way across the crowded room. He smiled coyly and took one step back from Sam as the group of biker's approached. They all cordially and respectfully greeted Sam and then went to introduce themselves to his mother and pay respects to his brother and nephew. Sam's mother smiled and thanked each man, patting their hands and returning their love.

Swede and Scott approached from the other side. "Nice of them to come." Sam nodded. "I thought Steve and Matt said they were doing dress casual not leather?" Joe blushed. Sam looked at him suspiciously.

"Welllllll, I knew they were coming and were going to change at Steve's so I...

"Told them to do the leathers instead?"

"Maybe? And Tank, Harley, Header and Andy are staying with us." Sam's eyes widened.

He watched the small group of men. "Well, my Uncle Burt looks like he about to drop a load in his shorts and Burt Jr., is about to bust a gut trying not to laugh at his mother...oh oh, wicked witch at two o'clock."

Helen as red faced as a ripe August tomato, stormed across the room and up to Sam.

"These men friends of yours? Well, I don't think coming here on noisy smelly motorcycles and dressed like, like road kill is appropriate. I think you need to ask them to leave. For your mother's sake."

"Helen..."

"Don't patronize me. She's just lost her husband and doesn't need to have a bunch of hooligan biker trash here making fun of her."

"They're hardly making fun.'

"You call being dressed like that respectful? And they probably stink."

Joe gave her an evil grin. "No, not really. I left a key for the house for them so they had a chance to clean up before coming here."

She spun to confront the young man. "You knew they were coming and you let them dress like that?'

"Mam, no disrespect but it's who they are and besides, Sam's mother has met them before."

She sucked in her breath, her eyes about to pop from her head. "You have a lot to learn about decorum."

"And you have a lot to learn about tolerance and respect for all people. Back off bitch."

Helen glared at Joe then at Sam. "Are you going to let him talk to me like that?'

Sam shook his head with disgust. "They are my friends, who have met my family before. They drove two hours to get here to pay their respects. And Joe's right, you are a bitch." She staggered back a step. She turned and walked across the room toward the restrooms and office. Sam looked at Joe who smiled sheepishly. "You told them to do the leathers didn't you?" Joe looked at the floor and nodded. "You knew she'd react that way?" Again Joe nodded. "You are so going to pay." Joe raised his head with a worried look in his eyes. Sam slowly smiled. "Your ass is going in the sling and get fucked till you whimper. Maybe by our houseguests too." He pulled Joe to him and kissed his forehead. "That was priceless."

Things quieted down and then about 15 minutes later several cops walked through the door and up to the funeral director. Sam went to see what the problem was when Helen walked over. He heard her say something about escorting the bikers out the door. He glanced at Tank and his friends quietly in conversation with their other friends. As he walked across the room, John stepped in front moving rather quickly on his crutches.

The other cops knew him and explained they received a call about a disturbance but didn't seem to be finding any. Helen gestured at the bikers and the cops looked back at her in confusion. The funeral director could offer no explanation as to why she called the police. John calmly explained the situation despite Helen's efforts to insist the bikers be told to leave. She was about to raise her voice again when another voice interrupted her, this one louder, cleared and angry.

"Helen! What the hell is your problem? These men came to pay their respects to my family. I've met them before and yes they are friends of my sons, both of them. That doesn't give you the right to try to have them removed from this funeral home." All eyes in the room were riveted on Sam's mother. She stood her place firmly and stared down the older woman.

"How dare you talk to me that way..."

"Oh shut the fuck up. The only one here who hasn't learned respect is you. Officers, would you kindly remove her from the premises? The only one causing a disturbance here is this bitch." Helen almost fell over in anger. Her husband handed her purse to her.

"Aren't you leaving with me?"

"No, you drove here on your own, you can drive home. These are good kind caring people and I intend to stay and out of respect for a very good brother-in-law, enjoy their company." She gritted her teeth, grabbed her purse and stormed from the building leaving a confused group of policemen standing and blinking. The funeral director took them aside and talked to them. They paid their respects to Sam, his mother and brother, shook hands with Officer John and left.

Sam put his arm around his mother and held her tight. "Are you alright?"

She laughed. "Do you know how many years I've wanted to do that? Only wish your father were alive to see it. He wanted to deck her on more than one occasion. Didn't out of respect for Burt. Now there's a good man who deserves better."

The rest of the evening passed quietly. Joe was the only one who paid any attention to the fact that Kevin left at the same time with Gus. Sam patted his head and told him it was just two old neighbors catching up on the years.

Even with a houseful of guests and an impromptu dinner at a local restaurant, Joe noticed the change in Sam. Cesar and LJ headed off to Steve and Matt's. Tank, Harley, Header and Andy followed Sam and Joe back to their place and quietly turned in to get some much-needed rest.

Sam was sitting on the sofa at the side of their bedroom when Joe walked out of the bathroom ready for a night of payback sex. He quietly sat next to Sam and hugged him.

"It's okay to let it out Sam. He was your Dad and there was a lot of love there. I know that in the short time I knew him. It's okay to cry."

Sam looked up at Joe. "God, I love you." He fell against Joe and let the tears flow. Sex would have to wait for another time.

Joe headed off to work the next morning and Sam threw himself into projects around the house. Vince showed up to take care of a tree project and cut the lawn. He noticed despite being busy, Sam was agitated. He mentioned it to Tank and Harley. A few minutes later, Sam was crowding into his truck with Tank and crew and heading to the gym. The men were merciless putting Sam through his paces. As the sweat ran down his face, his attitude changed and he relaxed. They rolled the windows down in the truck ignoring the rain and coughing on the heavy smell of muscle head sweat. Harley was practically drooling for Tank to fuck him when they got back to Sam's. Tank offered to let Sam calm Harley down, but the big man smiled and passed. Joe would be the proper recipient of his pent up sexual needs.

The afternoon viewing at the funeral home was busy with more friends of his parents, neighbours and friends Sam hadn't seen for years. A couple of women Sam had briefly dated in high school were more than shocked at his size and physical well-being. Guys with whom he had played football showed up out of shape and exhausted. None of them were ready to see a 40some year old man in the prime of health, bursting with muscle and obviously packing a big dick. His mom passed on dinner to join her siblings. His brother blushed and explained he was expected at his new girlfriend's house for dinner. Sam hugged Dave and kissed him on the neck elated that his brother finally seemed to have someone after being alone for several years.

Sam quietly drove home through more rain. He figured he could maybe get a quick fuck in with Joe before having to be back at the funeral home at seven. The house was pristine as he slowed coming down the street. Vince always worked wonders, even in the rainy weather. He had insisted Tank and the guys keep their bikes in the garage out of the weather and chuckled when he found them neatly lined up all shiny and clean. The smell of something wonderful cooking pulled him like a magnet into the kitchen. Header and Andy were busily preparing dinner. Sam admired the two older men in t-shirts and jeans as they hustled around the big kitchen. "You guys didn't have to do this. We could have gone out."

Andy looked up from a huge bowl of salad. "It's nothing special, couple of roasted chickens, potatoes, veggies, the usual. It's the least we could do for your letting us stay here. Besides, Joe called and he's running late. Said he'd be home in time to go to the evening viewing with you."

"Is he going to have time to eat?"

Header tugged at his nuts in the tight jeans. "Yeah, but not time for a workout. Dinner will be ready in 20 minutes."

Sam hugged Tank and Harley who were working on something in the den. He hung his suit coat up in the hallway and headed upstairs to relax a bit. Just as promised, Joe walked in the garage door in time for dinner. The men reduced the chicken to bones in a few short minutes. Joe excused himself to shower and freshen up for the funeral home. Sam followed him a couple of minutes later.

Tank loaded the dishwasher and smiled. "I bet they're going to be late getting back to the home. Hmm, maybe I'll wait to start this thing."

Joe was relaxing under the hot spray when he felt the familiar muscle of Sam's body slide in behind him. "We don't have a lot of time."

Sam slid his hands over the hot wet skin and began lathering his lover. "I don't think I'll need all that much. Damn, you feel good." Joe felt a slippery hand slide down to his buttcrack. Another worked his hard nipples."

"What would your Aunt Helen think about us now?"

"That we were perverts and maybe she'd be a bit jealous. Don't much care." Sam walked back into the den in a clean shirt and suit a few minutes later. Joe followed but walking a bit awkwardly. Tank raised an eyebrow.

"Before you say anything, I think I pulled a muscle. It's not like he fucked me so I couldn't walk." Sam grinned. "That's happening later."

Sam waved. "See you men in a couple of hours. Make yourselves at home."

Monday evening was more of the same. Sam was still floored by the number of people who showed up and how many of his friends stopped in again for a quick few minutes. Tony and Bear were back and chattering away with Spence and Zeke. Bruce and Steve stopped after working late before driving the hour to their northern suburban home. Sam felt a warmth wash over his body as his mother slid into a chair next to him.

"You have some really wonderful friends Sam."

He nodded slowly. "Yep, I do. I had friends in California but not like this group. These guys are truly like family."

"Keep them close. They'll only become more valuable."

The funeral was at 11 Tuesday morning. Sam arrived with Joe and was a bit embarrassed that he had a truck instead of a car. Brad from the funeral home, told him he would be in one of their limos, with Joe and they had no need to use his truck. Brad patted him on the arm and smiled. "But it is suitable in black." The morning was clear and bright with the rain having moved on to bring joy to Philadelphia.

He quietly listened to the agenda with his brother as Joe helped escort people into the chapel. A rumble shook the building and put a smile on his face knowing his friends had arrived on their bikes. The smile got bigger when he saw the frown of disapproval on Helen's face.

He paused with his brother when they walked out of the back office and into the large chapel. Dave mumbled under his breath, "Wow." There were people everywhere, standing room only out into the parking lot and on the outside steps. Friends, family, students, faculty. He squeezed Joe's hand as he fought back tears, not of grief, but out of the realization these people came out of the love for his father and his family.

It was an extremely long procession of cars, bikes, trucks, SUV's and a couple of police cruisers. Some were simple family vehicles. Some were business truck with the names of the owner's business on the side. Helen was shocked at the turnout. Not pleased but shocked.

It was a brief graveside ceremony with many people filing by to pay their last respectful comments to Sam, Dave and their mother. The three went back to the funeral home for a few minutes to handle some last minute paperwork. Brad was quick and efficient. He thanked them and gave them all quick hugs. He said he would see them in about an hour at the house. Sam looked confused. Dave just smiled. Joe was waiting at Sam's truck and insisted on driving so Sam could reflect on everything that had happened.

Joe drove quietly down their street. Sam's jaw dropped when a couple of police officers from John group waved them through the traffic jam in their neighbourhood. Joe carefully steered the truck into the drive, next to the rather large number of bikes lined up neatly to one side. The garage door was up and filled with well-wishers. Sam stood and looked at the crowd. Joe slid his arm around his waist.

"This is what Tank and Harley were working on all day yesterday. Will is here with his staff from the restaurant to help." Joe waved at the familiar faces from their favorite hangout.

Sam whistled. "How many people are here?" Joe shrugged.

"No clue. Lots. Let's go inside." Sam spent the next few hours bouncing from one person to the next. He fought back tears when Thad walked in with Brian and his mother Mrs. Toomey, Kevin was their again from the university, Gus with his sons and their lovers, kids ran among adults, cousins he hadn't seen in years were everywhere. His mother was surrounded by love and respect.

Tank in a full apron worked the crowd making sure everyone got plenty to eat. Steve and Matt were on constant clean-up. Bill and Ken kept the coolers of drinks in the garage stocked. Tony and Bear helped cook in the kitchen with will's crew. Everywhere Sam looked he saw people he couldn't begin to thank enough or payback.

His cousin Burt Jr. rubbed his back and got a big hug back in return. "This is quite a crowd Sam. My mother is beside herself, especially since it's all your buddies who did this. She's not used to unconditional love."

"To tell you the truth, I'm overwhelmed by all of this. How are you and your father? Where is he?"

"Out by the pool. You know he packed up the other night and left her. Can't say it isn't about time. She's my mom but damn what a bitch."

"That's too bad. How are you with that?"

"Oh, I'm fine. I moved out years ago. I was surprised my father stayed as long as he did. He deserves better, maybe now he'll find it."

"Anyone in your life?"

"No, haven't found a woman who would put up with me after my divorce."

Sam chuckled. "Maybe you're playing for the wrong team."

"No, remember I tried that, didn't work for me. But seeing all these people and how you are with your friends, well, I can only hope I find a female version of Joe, uh, you know what I mean. Simple love without any of the drama and trauma."

"You will." Sam hugged him again as he left to weave his way trough the crowd to his car. Sam spoke quietly to his uncle and was relieved that Burt was more than happy to move on with his life. Things seemed to be right for him.

The crowd slowly thinned and Sam and Joe could relax a bit more. Tank, Harley, Header, Andy, Cesar and LJ bid their farewell and climbed on their bikes for the drive back. Swede. Scott, and Gary were now working to help Steve and Matt cleanup the huge amount of debris from the throngs of people. Officer John and Buzz made sure the local cops got plenty to eat and were paid a little something for their time. Spence and Zeke made short work of cleaning up around the pool area.

Sam was on the front porch with neighbours when his Aunt Helen came out the door. "Well, Sam, I must say this was one rather impressive turnout. You did quite a job."

"I didn't lift a finger. The biker friends of mine took care of everything, every last detail."

"Well." Harrumph. Shows they at least have some skills."

"Oh, they're quite talented." Sam smiled inwardly to himself.

"Still gotta wonder how people get along just being bikers all their lives. Not being productive in society."

Sam's shoulders drooped. "Helen, don't you ever quit? Just being bikers? Can't you ever say a nice thing about anyone? I mean, they could say the same about you, just a housewife. And busybody."

"Sam this is hardly the place." Her back stiffened.

Sam tilted his head to one side. "Yeah, missy it is. You're a guest in my house, the home I share with my male partner, and you still find a way to ridicule people you don't know. People I love and value. You know nothing about them except you think they don't have the same narrow-minded conservative religious bull shit viewpoint. They don't, thank God. Don't. The one biker, Tank, the oldest man, survived Vietnam while you probably couldn't save yourself. He lost a lover in a worthless war, came back and built a life with someone else he loved and worshipped. That man could buy and sell both of us ten times over. He has more drive and ambition than you will ever have. You've always been judgmental and never get to know people, just criticize."

"You have no right to talk to me this way."

Sam rolled his eyes. "I have every right to tell you off. I'm sure I'm not the first and for damn sure I won't be the last. Helen, what are you going to do now? Your brother who protected you because you were his sister is gone. Your husband has left you."

"How did you know that?"

Sam whinced. "They told me. How do you think? Your son is struggling to be supportive but you're going to drive him away sooner or later. You're going to be left alone with a bunch of bitchy old women just like yourself. I really hope you see the light but I fear it may be too late."

"Sam Chambers, you are an evil man. You are lost in this world of homosexual sin and you will pay for your debauchery. You are doomed in Go..."

"Oh give it up woman. The God I know is one of love and forgiveness, not hatred and scheming. You're like all the rest of the nutbags dragging this country down. You twist things to suit your own needs and purpose. Well, I don't need you. Goodbye Helen. I hope you're happy in your afterlife." He turned and walked back into the house, quietly closing the door. Helen stood on the porch and glared at the door before finally turning and stomping toward her car. John and Buzz were on the front street with one of the cops and nodded their heads. It was all she could do to glare as she climbed in her car and sped off. The cop was about to follow her to pull her over but John stopped her.

"No ticket you could give her would resolve the cold in her heart. She'll get hers."

Sam stood inside the door and sighed. Joe leaned against the newel post and quietly smiled. "You okay?"

Sam slowly nodded. "Yeah. Yes I am. I should have done that a long time ago just didn't because I really like Burt and Burt Jr."

"Yeah well, your uncle doesn't seem to be too broken up over leaving her. And your mother..." Sam blinked. "You mother ripped into her about an hour ago. Not pretty."

Sam shook his head sadly. "Some people never learn."

Joe slid his arm around Sam and hugged. "No they don't."

"Me included." Joe looked up. "Well, everyone has been so wonderfulllllll, annnnndd, our friends have been so so, unbelievable in what they did, I. Well, I was going around and asking them if they'd like to have another getaway weekend at the cabin."

"Well, my brother is the only one who said no. He's going away with his new girlfriend. Oh and Dave Jr. He has to work not this coming weekend but next, when I was thinking of this."

"Sooooo, you're saying bunches of gay men agreed to a weekend in the woods. Unsupervised by straight people? What about Gus?"

Sam smiled, threw his arm around Joe and sauntered toward the kitchen. "Gus said yes. And he wants to bring Kevin." Joe stopped.

"Have they?"

Sam shrugged. "Don't know. You'll have to ask."

Kevin followed Gus back to his old boyhood neighbourhood. Memories of all the things he did as a kid came flooding back. The baseball games in the street, the football camaraderie when they got to be high school age. The hanging out with Gus' older sons when they were all teenagers trying to figure out their lives in high school. He parked to one side in the wide driveway like he had so many times as a kind when he was coming over to hang. Waves of nostalgia flooded over him as he slid from his car and stretched his long legs. A feeling of warmth and safety he forgot he felt as a kid filled his being.

Gus walked from the garage. Kevin gestured at the long curving tree-lined street. "Not much has changed."

Gus smiled and looked around. "A lot of new families have moved in as people's lives have changed. I'm one of the hold outs. Been here a long time."

"Seven boys worth."

"Yeah, Danny, that's a long time. Do you want to be called Kevin or Danny."

Kevin turned to face the handsome older man. He smiled at the rugged face. "Danny feels right coming from you, feels comfortable and like home."

Gus nodded. "Good." He looked into the deep blue eyes and felt something deep in his heart he hadn't felt come over him in a long time. "You hungry?"

"Not really, there was a ton of food at Sam's. I may not eat until tomorrow. Or the next day."

Gus patted his flat stomach. "Know what you mean. At my age, I can't take chances with overeating."

Kevin gave him a disbelieving frown. "Gus you look damn good for your age. I work with people half your age who aren't in as good a shape. You and Sam are excellent role models."

Gus grinned. "Come on in. Be sorta like old times"

Kevin blushed a bit as he walked to the trunk. "I, uh, brought a bag with a change of clothes and stuff hoping we all might get together or relax or whatever."

"Great, grab it and come on in and change. Make yourself at home. You were pretty much at home here as I recall as a kid."

Kevin laughed as he followed Gus' chiseled butt into the warm kitchen. "Yeah, I spent more time here with your sons than I did at home. My little sisters used to drive me crazy."

"How are they?"

"Good. Three of them I see all the time, one not so much. She doesn't deal so well with my being gay and all. You know born again and all that silliness. She was born again but lost all humanity."

Gus sighed. "Yeah that seems to happen a lot. Want a beer? I can offer you one now since you'rr of age." He laughed at his own joke. Kevin nodded and smiled as Gus handed him a bottle.

"Wow, you've done a lot with the place. It's beautiful."

"Thanks. Did most of it myself with Buzz and Tim's help." Kevin turned to look at him.

"And you didn't have a clue they were gay?"

Gus shrugged. "I was clueless. Everything they suggested made sense. And I like it." He watched Dan walk through the big house and smile as memories flooded back. He looked around the big empty house. "It's going to be really empty when Tim leaves for college."

"You thought about selling? This place could get a good price I am sure. Neighbourhood has held up well, and you really made the right improvements."

"I don't know Danny. I mean even if I met someone and they moved in, it would still be a lot for two people."

"Yeah, but look at what Sam and Joe have."

"Oh yeah but they have friends visiting all the time. They entertain. I don't do that stuff so much. Some time the grandkids stay over."

"Grand kids, how cool is that?" Kevin looked back at Gus and felt an ache in his stomach. "Hey mind if I change. Clean up a bit?"

Gus' nerves swept over him. "No, you can use Bob's old room and bath. Everything you need should be in the closet. "Gonna change myself. Suits aren't so comfortable for me."

"Back in a few minutes. Meet ya in the kitchen or family room?"

"Um it's a great room now so Tim tells me." Gus walked to his bedroom and stood in front of the mirror. He closed his eyes and fought back tears. "What the hell are you doing you foolish old man. What the hell do you want in your life? Pictures of his sons hung on one wall. He looked at his oldest boys as a knot stirred in his stomach. Oh hell, it's just too old friends catching up, no more." He careful lung up his suit figuring it would be coming out more often as older friends of his passed. Shirt, socks, underwear in the hamper. The big closet stared back at him. "What the hell do I put on for this man?" Maybe they could enjoy a beer on the deck, it's sort of warm. Shorts. Fuck, he'd been away with Sam and all his gay friends, why was this all of a sudden so difficult. What was it those guys seemed to like?

A few minutes later, he finished mixing a pitcher of margaritas and was salting a couple of glasses when Kevin returned in denim shorts and a black form fitting T-shirt carrying his shoes. Damn.

"Oooo, margaritas. You trying to get me drunk." Gus had dressed similarly, shorts and a T. "Nice calves. I see you're not just some silly gym martini."

He laughed. "I know what that means. Buzz told me and I always had thick legs. Got them from my mother." Gus swallowed hard. "I'm not trying to get you drunk, this is, uh, for me."

Kevin studied the man closely. "Do I make you nervous?"

Gus nodded. "For chrissakes Danny, I'm old enough to be your father. I haven't been with any one in a long time. I don't know if this is right for me. I'm really, really a mess."

Kevin hugged the man from behind. "It's two friends having a drink. It doesn't have to go anywhere unless you want it to?" He felt Gus take a deep breath. "Do you want it to?"

Gus turned around. "Yes. But other than my right hand, I haven't been with another person in years. I only recently figured out what all theses feelings were that I've suppressed for years, and fucking years. I, I, I have never been with another man. Oh, I did sleep at Steve's last week but that was all. Didn't do anything. Too scared. What the hell do I do? You walk into a funeral home after years and I get light-headed. I've had a hardon for two days thinking about you. I'm a frigging mess."

"What do you want to do? What did you like to do? Did you like to kiss?" Gus bit his lip, blushed and nodded. "Then kiss me." Gus looked into those blue eyes again and felt something snap inside of him. Like a large branch being stepped on in the woods. The blood pumping in his head was deafening. He leaned closer and carefully kissed Kevin full on the lips. Damn the room was spinning. His arms closed around the tall muscular man. Kevin kissed back. Several minutes later he broke away.

Kevin looked back. His mouth hung open and he simply blinked. "Wow. That was one helluva kiss. Had I known."

"What?" Kevin looked at the pitcher. Gus poured them two drinks and tilted his head toward the deck.

"I knew in high school I was gay. And, to be honest. I jacked off a lot of nights over you. I thought your sons were so lucky to have this big beefy, muscular rugged dad. I wanted to suck your dick. I wanted you to fuck me till Tuesday. Still do?" Gus looked at him with a questioning smile. "Really. I've had a muscle daddy fetish for years because of you."

"Huh, well whadyakno? What's the T-shirt? IML?

"Um, it's a big leather uh, thing, happens every Memorial Day in Chicago."

"Oh yeah, Sam and his friends talked about it but they didn't go. So leather?" It was Kevin's turn to blush. "Sorry, Danny, I don't have a clue what I am doing here? I am beyond a rank rookie."

"Gus, we don't have to do anything. We can do whatever you want. A few more kisses like that and I'd be defenseless though. Damn, you're a good kisser." They spent an hour sitting on the deck talking about old times and touching briefly on new lives. Kevin could tell Gus was struggling to figure out what to do or say. They finished off the margaritas and carried the glassware back into the kitchen. Gus was abut to put everything into the dishwasher but asked if Kevin wanted more. "No more margaritas. I'm a bit tipsy despite all the food I ate and no I'm not really hungry." Gus nodded acceptingly. He put things away and when he turned back to Kevin the man was shirtless and standing there with a blank face. "Please sir, let me stay with you. Let me show you what I've wanted for 20 years. Please. Gus, we'll take it as slow as you want."

Gus's hands trembled as he slid his hands over the big thick square pecs with just a slight covering of fur. Down over the tight abs to the top of the jeans, they snapped open and fell to the floor. "Damn, Danny, you're one beautiful man." He pulled the older man to him in a tight embrace and pressed their lips together. Kevin's ass was rock hard until Gus' fingers found the moist pucker."

"I'm cleaned, lubed and ready. I want to give you whatever you want. Whatever you need, please Gus, sir." Gus led him to the bedroom and pulled off his T. Kevin watched as the worn jeans fell to the floor. "Oh my god. You put 20-year olds to shame." He dropped to his knees and took the big fatherly cock deep into his mouth. Gus was soon begging him to stop.

"Danny, I don't want to cum right away. Besides, I've never sucked a man so I think you need to let me try." He giggled and gave the younger man an evil grin. Kevin was about to suck the hard prick again but Gus pushed him onto the bed and lowered his thick frame over the slightly smaller leaner man. Gus worshipped the big pecs and down to the neatly trimmed pubic bush. He looked up.

Kevin grinned. "I usually shave it completely but haven't for awhile."

Gus smirked. "Guess I'll have to try it both ways. He held the long cock in his hand and tried to remember all the things he liked about getting a blow-job. He had Kevin moaning and pushing up to get more dick into his mouth after a few minutes. He wasn't quite sure about the balls. Nowhere in his memory could he recall a woman ever sucking or licking his balls but it seemed like the right thing to do and it felt good when Kevin had done it to him. So what the Kevin was marveling at Gus as the big man worked his nuts. He squeezed his nips as the big man slurped away. Then Gus lifted his legs and thrust his tongue into his ass. Kevin gasped.

"You're moving along quite quickly Gus. I didn't expect, did you, you now with women, ever..." Gus nodded and pushed deeper.

"I think I'm going to like it better with men." Kevin was gasping for breath as Gus alternated between rimming his ass, sucking his nuts and trying to deep throat his cock. His hands grabbed the blanket on the bed to keep from spilling his load. Damn rookie hell. Gus stopped, sat up, straddled the small narrow hips and reached over to the nightstand drawer to retrieve a tube of lube. "Buzz told me about this stuff. I'm addicted." He greased up his hand and the two throbbing cocks. He watched in sheer joy as Kevin fought for control as his hand stroked their dicks together. Kevin reached up and slowly began tweaking the older man's big full nipples. Gus bit his tongue to suppress the pleasure shooting through his body then quickly opened his eyes. Kevin was shooting streams of hot cum over his chest. The extra liquid on their dicks pushed Gus into the abyss. His pent up emotions gushed out of his cock along with years of needs and desire. Kevin was drenched in cum. "I think I need to get a towel."

Kevin grabbed his wrist. "Shower?" Kevin showed Gus how two men could save water, almost, by showering together. And how easily it washed the additional cum down the drain. They collapse on the big king bed, kissing, groping and discovering each other's bodies.

"That was pretty damn awesome in my book Danny. I never imagined a man's body could feel so good, and that thing with my nipples. Wow."

"Uh, you were a bit of a surprise there."

Gus buried his face in Kevin's armpit. "Okay. Confession. I been reading and looking at stuff on the Internet."

"But you never went out to do anything?" "Nah, too old. Who the hell wants this old man in a bar? I read about them. You're nothing if you're over thirty."

Kevin rolled him onto his back and pressed his hands up and back. "Don't do that. You are more man than half those queens in the bars. They wouldn't know a good thing if it hit them in the face, too much booze and way too many drugs."

"You don't do the bars?"

"Seldom."

"Then how do you meet people?"

"Through friends, through chance happenings. Sorta like us. I like this. And to be honest. I sooooo want you to fuck me."

Gus let his arms fall around the hot man on top of him as Kevin released his hands. "I want to but I don't know if I have the strength tonight."

Kevin laid his head on the big chest. "I know. You work a damned early shift."

"Would you stay the night?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes. And, well, this is quick but, Sam asked people if they wanted to do a long weekend at the cabin he bought a couple hours from here, near Tank's, the biker guy, has a great house with a pool, and a gym and lots of great food and the cabin is beautiful, Dave and Dave Jr. aren't going so I think it's just going to be a bunch of gay men...and well me, on the edge...alone...in the...woods...would you like to go?"

Kevin smiled inwardly at Gus' hesitancy. "You bet. As long as I can come back tomorrow night and get fucked."

"Uh, can we do it after the gym?"

"Depends. Can I workout with you and then you fuck me, unshowered, all sweaty from the gym?"

"Uh, I guess."

"Deal."

Sam was browsing the morning paper and sipping a cup of coffee while Joe scarfed down breakfast. He had taken the rest of the week to handle some of his Dad's affairs with his mother so was in no hurry to get up and out of the house. Joe was just about to leave for the office when the phone rang. Sam, in a pair of beat up, worn out gym shorts that clung on the heavily muscled frame followed Joe to his car.

"That was Gus calling from work. He is bringing Kevin, or Danny, whichever, to the cabin. And they spent last night together."

"He sounded happy?"

"He sounded elated."

Joe kissed Sam and squeezed a big pec. "Kevin's discovered the rewards of a good mature man." He glanced down at Sam's growing cock. "Hmm, well, one of us has to go to work. Save that thought for later."

"Oh...gee...thanks."

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