Sam woke in the middle of the night from the force of the blunt object poking him in the ass. He reached back and adjusted Matt's fat cock so it would rest in his ass crack.
"Sorry about that. It's the heat of this bed. It won't relax. What time is it?"
"That's OK. It's 2."
"Ooooh, good. It's bad enough having to get up at 6 to go to work. I didn't wake Joe did I?"
Sam peeked over the shoulder of the man spooned against his chest. "Nope, out like a log."
Matt rested his arm around Sam's waist and pulled closed. Sam nuzzled the back of Joe's neck and closed his eyes. His cock was equally hard and almost buried in Joe's butt. He dozed off as the events of the previous night played in his dreams.
The three of them had stripped in the dim light of the den, but with the lack of window coverings, Sam herded them back to his bedroom. He adjusted the lights low and started the fireplace. At first they huddled together hugging, kissing and running their hands over each other's bodies. Any concern about Joe and Matt finding out about each other disappeared when Matt dropped to his knees and began furiously sucking each of their cocks. Joe and Sam were lost in deep passionate kissing. Their hands tweaked exposed nipples while occasionally holding Matt's bobbing head impaled against their bodies. He managed to fully swallow Joe's long prick with no problem but Sam's telephone pole posed more of a challenge. His own stiff prick stuck straight up from his thick pubes. His muscles moved with each squeeze of their thick legs and butts.
Sam pulled slightly away and licked at Joe's ear. "I think you should get to know Matt a little better. He left Matt sucking on Joe's cock to get condoms and lube from the nightstand. He helped Matt to his feet then bent him over one of the overstuffed leather chairs in front of the fireplace. Joe slipped a condom over his eager cock and lubed. Sam knelt behind Matt and licked at his ass to get him primed. Joe replaced Sam's tongue with a thick wad of lube and a thumb.
Matt was whimpering to get fucked as Sam stood behind Joe and watched the young man impale his fellow co-worker. Joe's cock met little resistance as it slid in and as Matt moaned. He started a slow pumping motion while Sam snuggled between his legs and lapped at his flopping balls going back and forth with each thrust into Matt's ass. Joe leaned forward and grabbed Matt's round delts and slammed hard against the beefy furry butt. Matt grunted and groaned with each slam.
Joe's legs began to wobble as he pulled back and out, slid off the condom and shot ropes of thick spunk over Matt's back. He leaned forward, licked some of the bigger gobs then rubbed the rest into the deep muscles. Matt stood up and jacked his cock. Sam slid forward and massaged Matt's nutsack. His reward was Matt's cum splashed over his thick chest. Matt reached down, scooped up the mess and licked it from his hands then buried his tongue in Sam's mouth.
Joe dropped to his knees and forced his mouth over Sam's prick. He gradually got the whole thing down his throat but not without some gasping for air. Matt dangled his spend dick in front of Sam who nursed it back to full erection. Sam pulled away from Matt, sat on the chair and turned Joe toward him. He sucked Joe's cocked down his throat and pulled Joe over to give Matt's full access to the boy's pucker. The beefy man lost no time in lubing the young man and assaulting his asshole. The short fat prick spread Joe's tight hole. Joe used his hand to pull Sam's head against his abs and hold his cock buried in his buddy's throat. Sam could feel the power of each fucking thrust of Matt's cock into Joe. All three men were covered in a light sheen of sweat from the fire. No words were spoken just groans, and grunts of pleasure.
Matt bent forward hugged Joe and held his cock in place as he filled the rubber with volley after volley of cum. Sam got up, turned Joe slightly to the side so Matt could now sit in front of the young man and resume sucking his cock. Sam used Matt's sweat to lube Joe's stretched butthole a bit more then slowly entered him. He brought his arms up behind his head and used the power of his hips to slam fuck Joe and force Joe's cock into Matt's throat. Joe was reduced to a whimpering, wobbling, rag doll by time Sam shot. Joe dropped to the floor in front of the chair with Matt beside him. Sam knelt between them and stroked them off. The men watched the thick arms, corded with muscle work yet another load from their sweat covered bodies. As the two men lay gasping against each other, covered in their own juice, Sam returned to the kitchen to retrieve the long forgotten wine and three glasses.
They relaxed for a while chatting about what the future had in store for Joe and his new job, the hope that they could continue to enjoy their three way fun and whether or not Matt would reach the point of wanting a man to man relationship. After a couple more glasses of wine, they threw themselves back into sex with Joe and Matt each getting fucked twice more. By midnight, they slowly showered and helped each other to bed. Matt apologized that he would need to get up to go to work early in the morning. Sam killed the fireplace and snuggled in the middle of a muscular lump in bed. Joe was soon out cold. Matt dozed off next and Sam lightly kissed the back of Joe's shoulders.
The alarm buzzing at six gave Sam a start and cruelly awoke him from a sound sleep. Matt stirred next to him and slowly sat up.
"I am so screwed, no pun intended, but I have no energy for work today." He let out a deep sigh and yawn. "Can't call off cause I need time later for finals, oh well."
Sam sat up behind him and rested his head on Matt's shoulder. "I'll make a big pot of coffee for you. Go shower. It will help. I think sleeping beauty over here is still out cold."
"Let him sleep. I don't think he has to be into work until noon. Damn, I wonder if I have another shirt in the car."
"What do you need? You can borrow one of mine."
"Oh yeah, like that's going to fit." Matt stood up and took a couple small steps. "Fuck, my ass is sore. I can only imagine how Joey here feels. Check him for vital signs." Sam watched the thick muscle butt head to the shower. He leaned over only to get a small mumble from Joe and decided to let him sleep. Matt wandered out to the kitchen following the smell of fresh coffee. Sam stood at the stove in a pair of lounge pants that did little to obscure the butt or thick cock pushing against the front. He tossed a shirt to Matt.
"Hey, how's this shirt? If you're doing stocking with the crew today, it should be all right. Matt picked up the thermal style shirt and slipped it on covering his upper body like a glove. "Looks good on you."
"This can't possibly fit you."
"I only wear it when I want to make a really muscular statement in a bar."
"Huh. Now why does that make me horny? Thanks." He kissed Sam and sipped a mug of coffee. Sam put a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of him and another glass to drink.
"Joe and I are on this protein drink routine, care to try? May add some more beef to that frame. Matt flexed his pecs only to wince as the material brushed over his sore nips.
"This is going to be a very long day at work." He loaded his plate, glass and mug into the dishwasher. "Speaking of the evil thing, I better head to work. I have the kids tonight and tomorrow, so I hope to catch up with you guys next week." Sam walked him to where his coat sat on the front chair. The two men hugged and kissed. "Damn you feel good. You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say that pup in there sleeping is falling for you. That's not a bad thing Sam. He's a really sweet guy. And hot."
"Well, we'll see what happens. Don't work too hard and we'll talk at ya later." Sam watched from the door as Matt got into his car and drove off to work. He ran barefoot onto the front walk to get his papers then stood inside the door and shivered. A nice warm bed sounded good. He wandered back to the bedroom with a cup of coffee, settled in next to Joe then dozed off. Joe woke him about eight with a kiss to the forehead.
"Hey. Matt leave for work?"
"Yeah, a couple of hours ago sleepy head. You ok?"
"My ass feels like you drove a telephone pole up it, oh wait, you guys did. I feel great, that was hot. I like getting fucked by two big beefy men."
"And I think you somewhat liked plowing Matt's ass too." Joe smiled coyly. "Shower?"
"Coffee first. Um, maybe I better pee."
Sam sat in the bed waiting for Joe to return when the phone rang.
"Hey Sam, it's Steve. Hope I didn't wake you. Hey, could I come over and do a bit of work on the den project? My job next week is looking a bit busy, so I'd like to get some more of this done for you."
"Sure, I'm here relaxing so feel free to come on over." Steve thanked him and hung up. Matt wandered back to the bed threw back the covers and fondled Sam's cock.
"Good lord, that thing damn near split me in two. And Matt, what the hell size thickness is that bastard." He flopped into bed and lay against Sam. "My whole body is on fire from last night."
They hung in bed for a few minutes then headed to the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. Sam slipped a bit more of his special protein mix into Joe's glass and plied him with more food.
"We're gonna make you a muscle monster."
"Yeah right, from your mouth to my muscles." I better go shower. I need to run home before going to work at noon. Oh man. I'd rather just stay here and get into trouble with you."
"Well, if you did that I'd be dragging your ass to the gym." He spun Joe around and pushed him toward the bathroom. "There are a couple of disposable razors and stuff in the top drawer of the sink thingamabob if you want to shave." Joe turned and pointed a finger at Sam. Yeah, I know, I haven't shaved myself since Wednesday. Go shower."
Sam started another pot of coffee, cleaned up some things in the kitchen and was about to check on Joe when the doorbell rang. Steve happily greeted him and sauntered into the hallway.
"Hmm, I think I prefer you around here naked. These lounge pants things need to go."
"It's winter. I prefer to not freeze off my nuts."
"Oh, I'm sure someone could help warm them. Hey, I have a couple of suggestions for the bookcases in the den, come in here." Steve was explaining some ideas for improving storage in the den when Joe wandered in with a towel draped around his waist. Steve looked from one to the other and smiled. "OK, so maybe someone is keeping them warm."
"Do your work Mr. Carpenter guy." Sam walked back to the bedroom with Joe who shortly left to run some errands and head to work.
He waved at Steve as he left. "Bye, Almost nice meeting you." Sam smacked his butt.
Steve smirked as Sam walked back into the den. "So, you really are settling in aren't you?"
"I'm going to change and go to the gym, call my cell if you need anything. And thanks, I really do like your ideas. You're more than just a pretty face."
"And just you remember that." Sam shook his head and laughed.
He gathered his gym stuff, headed out the door and off to a very grueling workout. He slipped into the mall on the way home to restock his selection of supplements. Then a quick stop to grab a salad to take home. Steve was still working when Sam got home. He showed Sam his ideas for rebuilding the playroom and listened when Sam threw out the idea of making the other room a workout area. Steve was really excited about that and eagerly drew out some suggestions. The two men talked over the ideas as Sam scarfed down his salad and drank a huge protein shake.
"You looking to like get to be major beef size or something?" Steve mused at the size of Sam's protein shake.
"I have a new doctor and am trying to figure out how to ask about doing a cycle."
"Of roids? No way? You're huge now, damn. What'll it do to your dick?"
"Nothing if done right, besides what does it matter to you straight dude?"
"Yeah, uh huh, I told you my story. Why do you think I want to get a sling up so fast?"
"Good grief, I used to think San Francisco was whacky at times."
"This is a much more conservative city, and we guys have to work hard to get our fun." Steve gave Sam a big smile and hugged him. "Gotta run. I'm still going to try to get over Monday evening. Damn, the beard thing you have going on is hot. You take care buddy."
Sam looked at the drawings and specs on his kitchen counter and shook his head. He needed to call Thad in San Francisco, no one would believe his luck in Pittsburgh.
Sam spent the rest of Saturday getting basic things done around the house and doing more unpacking where he could. Joe called about six asking if he could come over after work. It wouldn't be until nine and he shouldn't wait for him for dinner, he would eat at work. Sam decided he needed to try one of the restaurants that were listed as gay friendly. He pulled on his biker jacket and headed out to explore.
The restaurant was warm and cozy, meaning small but filled with people on an early Saturday evening. He waited for a table and had a martini at the bar. The crowd seemed to all know each other and chat amongst themselves. The bar tender however was not about to let him sit there alone.
"Just visiting?" The man was in his forties and in very good shape. He showed it off well in a snug black T and basic blue jeans. His understated dress didn't quite fit the feeling of the bar. His high and tight and neatly trimmed stache suggested he might be more in place at a leather bar.
Sam took another hit of his drink. "No. As a matter of fact, I just moved back here to help my parents. From San Francisco." The guy started to react but Sam waved him off. "I've met some great people since I've been back and am thoroughly enjoying myself. I needed the change."
"So are you hanging out in the leather bars? My name's Carl by the way." He extended his hand and held Sam's in a firm grasp. He poured another drink for a customer as Sam answered.
"No. This is the first gay related place I've been in, just haven't had time, and I'm not much of a bar person."
"Well, you can't meet anyone if you don't get out. Or, do you have a lover who moved here with you?"
"Nope. But I have met someone who I think just might fill my needs."
"Super, Ain't love grand. My partner and I have been together 15 years. So Sam, here's to your new life here and hoping things work out." He placed another martini in front of the big man and smiled. His number was written on the napkin. "Call me if you want to meet some other guys who like networking their groups. I ain't much on going out either, working here is enough for me."
"Table for Chambers." Sam thanked him for the drink and got up to meet the waiter with a drink in each hand. The bartender studied the broad shoulders and muscle butt and took a deep breath.
"Mm-mm."
Dinner was better then he expected. He made a mental note to ask Joe if he had eaten here. The crowd seemed to be in a party mood as he weaved his way through to get to the door. He politely said hello to those who wanted to speak to him and make a move but kept going. Carl waved at him as he turned to leave. He had been carrying a case of beer from the back and wiggled his butt as he walked past. Keys jingled from the right side. He looked at Sam. "Remember that."
The night had gotten considerably colder and snowy as Sam made the drive the few miles home. The house was a bit chilly so he set a fire in the den, and settled in to read a bit of the paper. Joe arrived promptly at nine. He hugged Sam for a long time at the front door then hung up his coat. "I got a call from the company that wants to hire me at work today. They want me to start earlier than January, in fact, in a week. I would have to go to Chicago for two weeks for initial orientation and training."
"That's good isn't it? If you can work it out with your current situation?"
"I did. But I am going to work some overtime to get a few extra bucks to carry me over until I get a paycheck from the new job. Everything is set except one thing."
"What? It sounds like you're set?"
"You."
"I'll still be here, not going anywhere."
Joe sat next to him on the sofa. "I was so excited about the job and the training and everything new that it brings. Then when I realized I'd be gone for two weeks and not get to see you, I felt really weird and sorta sick." He looked at the flames dancing in the fireplace. "I know it's weird cause we hardly really know each other but I'm going to miss you."
"There's nothing weird about that. I enjoy being around you. I don't know where exactly this is heading but I will be here for you. I think I want this to work for us." He slid back on the sofa and pulled Joe on top of him. The two men hungrily went at each other for two hours before dropping exhausted into bed. They spent most of Sunday together; Sam helped Joe pull things together that he would need for a new career in Chicago. The next week was full of painters, classes, research and work. Sam hardly got to see Joe that week before he left. Steve hung around and kept him company a couple of nights as did his brother. Shortly before Joe was to leave Sam knew what he needed to do.
He dialed the number in the newspaper ad and listened as someone finally picked up the phone. "Hi, Rick here."
"Yeah, I'm calling about the ad in Out. You available?"
"Depends on your schedule and what you want. But I have some time open."
"Good can we meet and talk tomorrow?"
"Uh, yeah, 10 AM good for you?" Sam agreed and worked out the details.
Saturday night Sam and Joe had a quiet evening over dinner that Sam cooked. He knew Joe was exceedingly nervous about this new adventure and assured him it would be the best thing to happen to him.
"So, they handled all the living arrangements for you?"
"Yeah found me a small hotel apartment not far from the office and on the train line, very convenient. I'll give you the address and number."
"What are you going to do to fill your free time?"
"Well, there's a gym not far from there that seems to be highly recommended, figured Id workout and read."
"Sounds like a good plan to me, keeps you out of trouble."
"And you?"
"Same, I plan on doing the gym. The painters are just about finished so I can get the last of my stuff in place. New furniture arrives for a couple of bedrooms upstairs and Steve is just about done in the den. It'll be nice not to have a house full of worker bees."
"Except for Steve, he's hot. You going to see Matt?"
"Maybe, unless you don't want me to?"
"Oh no, I like Matt. He's a great guy and asks about you all the time. I don't mind if you two play around. As long as we get to do a three way when I get back."
"I'll work on that." Sam loaded the dishwasher, locked up and carried Joe to bed. He made slow musclebound love to him; wanting to make sure the boy remembered the fucking his ass could get. Sunday, he helped Joe load his suitcases, laptop and briefcase into the car. Then sadly watched him leave for the airport and his new life. The house was overwhelmingly quiet as he dialed the phone. "Hey Rick, you ready?"
Joe arrived in Chicago and was met with a limo to his apartment. He looked around the neighbourhood and the people wandering the street and picked up a definite vibe. The limo driver looked at him in the rearview mirror when he asked what the markers meant along the street.
"Your first time here sir?"
"Yes it is."
"Well welcome to Boystown, those are rainbow markers denoting the gay and lesbian neighborhood of the city."
"Wow. And this address?" He showed the driver the address of the gym.
"It's about three blocks from your apartment." Your boss seems to have thought of everything. Could I be of any additional service sir? We're here."
"Um, no. Thanks." Joe got out of the car as the driver helped him with his bags. The man was in his thirties but showed plenty of muscle through is uniform. He tipped the man and thanked him again.
"My pleasure sir and if I could be of any other pleasure, er, service, please call me." He handed Joe his card. "I don't mean for driving. Welcome to Chicago."
Joe lugged his suitcases into the lobby of the building and was met by a man at a small desk. "Hi, I'm Joe Halker and I have an apartment reserved."
"Ah yes sir, 208. Hope your trip went well. Your employers, Mr. Davidson and Mr. Wright have mad all arrangements and hope you will find everything to your satisfaction."
"Great. I don't think I've met Mr. Davidson, hmmm."
"He's Mr. Wright's partner, hmm guess you could say he was actually Mr. Right." The man obviously was amused with his own joke. "Anyway, please let me know if you need anything. They actually own the building and the apartment on the top floor is theirs. They use it when they are here on business. I'll have Quentin bring up your bags. Your keys, sir. Oh and you have a package waiting here for you. I'll have him bring that up also."
Joe headed for the elevator but opted to take the nearby stairs. He had just hung up his jacket and was in the process of checking the place out when there was a knock at the door.
"Your bags sir. Where would you like them?" Joe's mouth dropped as a mountain of a black man entered the apartment. He was easily 6'5" and almost as wide in the shoulders.
"In the bedroom please." The man was dressed in a long sleeve underarmour type of shirt that showed off every perfect muscular inch. No fat anywhere on this man. Joe offered him a tip but Quentin declined.
"My bosses pay me and treat me very well. Oh and sir, I am also a personal trainer. Mr. Davidson made arrangements for me to work with you if you would like."
"I was going to go down the street, there's a gym, Quads."
"Yes sir, I can be there any evening if you would like." Quentin studied Joe's muscular frame. Joe nervously fidgeted.
"Um, OK, how about Monday at 6?"
Quentin smiled broadly and shook his hand. "Very good sir. I'll see you there." He walked toward the door, muscles flexing. "Oh and sir." He gave Joe a blank expression. "Be prepared to work your ass off." Then broke into a bigger smile. "It's a nice one." He closed the door quietly behind him.
Joe fell across the bed and blew out a long breath. His cock and balls twitched in his snug jeans. He would have a real problem concentrating with that man around. The package he delivered was from Sam. In it he found two weeks worth of protein drink mix and supplements with detailed instructions on what he was to do. The note just said he would like the results. He spent a few more minutes unpacking and getting settled then decided to wander around the neighbourhood. As he braced himself from the cold snowy Chicago air, he ducked into a coffee shop and ordered a large brew. The place was filled with men and women, gay men and lesbians together as couples. He picked up a couple of the local gay papers and sat at a corner table. A pair of familiar sports shoes appeared next to him.
"What do you need to know? Ask me anything." He looked way up into Quentin's dark eyes.
"I wouldn't even know where to start. I'm definitely not in Pittsburgh."
"May I?" Quentin motioned toward the other chair and Joe nodded. "And call me Quin, I hate Quentin. Driscoll calls me that to annoy me. So maybe I can show you around town. He spent the next hour explaining as much about Boystown and Chicago that he could. Joe thanked him as he got up to meet a client at a gym. "And don't forget, six o'clock Monday, your ass is mine." Then smiled broadly and waved goodbye. Joe hurried back to the apartment to call Sam. There was no answer at Sam's house and Joe opted to go over some of the paper for Monday's first workday. Oh, and think about dinner.
Sam felt Rick's hot breath on his back and his thick arms at his sides. His breath still smelled of the coffee he had sucked down an hour earlier. Sam grunted at the pain wracking his body. Rick's thighs brushed against his ass.
Joe stretched out on the comfy sofa. He was just about to turn on the TV and see what was on when there was a knock at the door. Steve Wright stood in the door.
"Hi Joe, welcome to Chicago. I know you don't know anyone here so we thought we'd ask if you wanted to join us, my partner and me, for dinner? Nothing fancy, just a little place down the street we both like."
"Yeah, that would be terrific. When?"
"How about in say 20 minutes? Bruce just got in and needed to do a bit of unpacking and hit the bathroom, all that stuff. Meet you in the lobby." He turned and headed up the stairs two at a time. Joe mused that for man around 50 he looked awesome. Or maybe he was wrong about the age. A few minutes later, Steve Wright got off the elevator with his business and life partner, Bruce Davidson.
"Hi Joe. I'm Bruce Davidson, welcome. And thanks for moving up your start date. We appreciate it. Hope it didn't cause any problems."
"No, none. I'm anxious to get started. I want to thank you both for hiring me. I hope I don't disappoint you."
Steve held the entry door open. "We're pretty easy to get along with and try to be fair to everyone we hire. So, hope you like Mexican."
The three men dined in a small Mexican restaurant not minutes from the apartment. They generously explained the business and job they had hired him to do. Joe felt immediately at ease with the two men despite moments of horniness when they both took off their coats. Bruce at 55 was built like a wall and had the body of a much, much younger man. It was all Joe could do to concentrate and not allow his cock to spring to full attention. They switched from shop talk to a more personal nature. They assumed he was gay but apologized if they were wrong. They valued a policy of open diversity in their company and being gay themselves hid nothing from any of their staff.
Joe chuckled. "Hmm, I didn't think I was that obvious, no, I'm gay. It will be so nice to work somewhere that's open and accepting. What gave me away?"
Steve blushed. "Well, the short cropped hair, the stach and goatee, the gym body, well dressed, and the fact that it was chilly and I could see very hard nips through the dress shirt." Joe looked down at his shirt and realized his nips were quite pronounced and blushed.
The men spent almost three hours over dinner. Joe was exhausted from all he had to learn as they walked back to the apartment building. He thanked them again for the opportunity.
Bruce held the door for the elevator and pulled Joe on with them. He brushed against the big man and felt a longing to be with Sam. "So what's on tap for Sunday?"
"Nothing."
"Well, then let us show you around town and make you feel a little more at home. Deal?" Joe nodded. Joe sucked in a deep breath as the elevator door closed. He'd be wanking his dick for sure tonight. No message from Sam, but it didn't matter. He needed sleep.
True to their word Bruce and Steve took Joe under their wing the next two weeks showing him everything Chicago had to offer. His orientation and training for the new jobs was one of the most exhilarating times he had had in his short life. His bosses delivered on everything they promised and he soon felt home with everyone in the Chicago office. He could only hope the Pittsburgh office was equally as efficient and welcoming.
Quin also kept his promise and worked Joe's ass at the gym. The strenuous workouts coupled with the protein and supplements were making a quick change to his body. It also made him extremely horny. The other beefy men around him teased his dick to the point of almost always being half erect. At the end of the first week, he sat in a corner sweaty and tired.
Quin flopped down net to him. The heat of his body radiated next to Joe's. "You OK?" You really do work hard and it shows. You look better even after only a few days."
"Thanks, You're ruthless as a trainer dude. But I gotta say, I feel super pumped, like my muscles are primed to explode."
"Good I like it when people I train feel results. Hey, you want to join Bruce and Steve and me for dinner? Friday! Boys night out!" Joe agreed. "Good, let's go then. We need to meet them in 45 minutes." Joe struggled to his feet and immediately went red-faced from the obviously swollen cock. Quin shot Joe his evil trademark grin. "We didn't even train that muscle. See you at your apartment in a bit."
Steve, the carpenter, back in Pittsburgh was starting to worry about Sam. He wasn't his usual, friendly chummy self. Long hours and endless work seemed to be taking its toll. At least two nights, he found Sam asleep in front of the TV in the den when he finished working on his projects. Sam just brushed it off. Friday afternoon, as Steve was out for his run, two very large men met Sam at his house and left with him in their car. He racked his brain trying to remember where he had seen them.
Matt had succeeded in only getting Sam to agree to dinner once in the time that Joe was out of town. He stopped by one other afternoon hoping to catch Sam but no one answered the door. A large beefy man in running gear stopped him, as he was about to get into his car. "You looking for Sam?" Matt nodded. "He's been working bizarre hours, and seems to be really tired. I'm Steve. Been doing some carpentry stuff for him in the evenings.
"Matt. Yeah, he's been really tough to contact and when I have talked to him, he seems dead on his feet. Hope he's ok. I just took a chance at stopping by. I'll leave a message later. You the guy who did the work in the den?" Steve affirmed. "Wow, nice work. Well, if you happen to see Sam, let him know I stopped. Gotta run, picking up my kids." Steve continued around the corner on his run out of sight of Sam's arrival followed by a large delivery truck and the same two beefy thick men.
Joe was likewise concerned about Sam. He seemed distant and tired on the phone and always seemed to be on the go with one thing or another. Joe's first week in Chicago flew by. He thought about everything he had to do in the second week as he sucked down his protein drink and supplements. He was just finishing getting dressed when Quin arrived.
"Hey, I'll only be a couple more minutes. Feel like I need to brush my teeth, those protein shakes sometimes leaves a funny taste in my mouth."
"I brought you something. Wear this tonight." He handed Joe a long sleeve shirt from the gym with a tasteful logo on the chest. "It'll look good on you." Joe quickly brushed his teeth and changed shirts. The new one hugged his body and really showed off the muscle he was building. He looked at himself in the mirror as he tucked it in. If he didn't know better he'd say he'd made some gains in the chest and arms. Only a week though. Still, even the waist on his jeans felt looser. Quin nodded his head slowly in approval of the shirt. "Yeah, now that looks like a real hot musclehead. Damn." Bruce and Steve also gave their approval when Joe took off his coat at the restaurant. Quin beamed. "I get results men, damn he looks good." He reached over and ran his hand over Joe's thigh then held it in place. The heat shot through Joe and made his dick hard.
Dinner was long and leisurely as Joe got to know his bosses even better. It was nearly 11 when they left the restaurant. He decided on a drink at one of the city's more notorious leather bars. He was on his own as the other three men decided to pass. He watched them disappear around the corner.
The place was dark and smokey. Joe checked his coat and worked his way through the crowd to the bar. With a beer in hand, he found a quiet corner from which he could watch the men cruise. He wished he were home with Sam, with Sam's cock deeply embedded in his ass. Two more beers and he had just about had enough. A dark, thick, very tattooed man in badly fitting leather cornered him and ran his hand over the square pecs.
"Nice chest. You must spend a lot of time in the gym." Joe could bearly get a word out as the man moved closer. He took every opportunity to grope and squeeze all Joe had to offer. Joe's youth and inexperience put him at a disadvantage. His cock betrayed his need to be close to someone and the fact that he rather liked being roughly handled. The overbearing man was just about to bite Joe's neck when a large hand tightly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.
"I don't appreciate your moves, dude. Get lost."
"Who the fuck are you?"
"His date. Fuck off before I toss you outta here." The man backed off and got lost in the crowd. Joe looked up at Quin's concerned face. The tall thick man was now dressed in a wife beater and tight, tight leather jeans. "You all right?"
Joe slowly nodded. "Yeah. I don't have much experience at this. I must look like an easy target."
"You're fresh meat baby and these vultures live for fresh meat, and besides, you only learn through experience. Now ya know. They sense lonely and horny. You have no idea how hot you look do you?"
"Thanks Quin. I think I better go."
"I'll walk back to the apartment with you. I know, I don't have to but I want to."
Joe got his coat and headed out the door with Quin. "Don't you have a coat?"
"Nah, you think I'm gonna hide all this under a coat. I wear one when it gets really cold and then without a shirt. The cold makes my nips really sensitive."
"What constitutes cold?"
"Teens."
"It's almost that now. Gees." Joe asked him to come up to the apartment and Quin reluctantly said yes. "Please stay the night."
"I don't know if that's such a good idea, you being all moony over this Sam guy. I don't think I can just lay here and not get off."
"Me neither." The two men crawled into bed and slowly jacked each other off. Quin had to be up and out early the next morning to train a client. Joe fixed himself breakfast and checked his email. The phone rang about 10.
"Hey buddy, it' Sam. How are things in Chicago?"
"Sam. Where the hell have you been? I've hardly heard from you. What's happening, are we OK?"
"We're fine, everything is OK. Just way way overworked, at the office, in the research center, here at home. I think next week will quiet down and get back to normal. I miss you Joe."
"Yeah, me too. I got worried cause you just seemed so well, distant. Fuck, this has only been one week. Sam, I've never felt like this about anyone. It's a little unsettling."
Sam laughed. "Well, I'll be here when you get back next Saturday. Steve's on his way over to help me on another project and there's Christmas shopping and decorating, you know all that stuff."
"Steve huh?"
"Yeah, being around him makes me miss you all that much more. Hey gotta run, you be good, can't wait for you to get home. Later buddy." Joe closed his eyes and sighed. Damn, now he had Sam's picture in his mind and an afternoon training session with Quin. Best to take out his frustration on the workout.
The next week seemed to drag by as Joe worked hard at learning his new job. Steve and Bruce were great teachers and went out of their way to guide him. Quin sensed Joe's frustration and put him through some mean, grueling workouts. The two of them politely handled the sexual tension between them with mutaul jackoff sessions. Joe would have to figure out how to explain that to Sam.
The other Steve came face to face with Rick one evening as he was arriving to finish a project and Rick was leaving. The man was big and Sam seemed to be totally out of sorts and avoiding Steve the whole time he worked.
Joe spent Friday evening packing including several purchases he made while in Chicago. Bruce and Steve stopped by to wish him well and said they would see him soon in Pittsburgh. They were genuinely warm, good men and people for whom Joe felt lucky to be working. Quin stopped by to chide him about keeping up with his workout and give him a little gift. The two men had become close friends in a very short amount and time. Joe could only hope that they could somehow make their friendship last.
He caught a mid-morning flight back to Pittsburgh, picked up his car at the airport and drove back to his apartment. It took him two trips to get all of his crap carried in and sorted. Laundry was going to take him all afternoon. His neighbour had been kind enough to bring in his mail. In the stack he found an envelope from Sam with a key and a simple message saying to come over at 5. He was practically bursting out of his skin to get to Sam's. For sure he seemed to be bursting out of his t-shirts. Oh well, it was cold and snowy, a flannel shirt would be better.
At 4:30 he grabbed his overnight bag, and headed out. It was getting slightly dark as he pulled into Sam's driveway. The house was decorated for the holidays with candles in all the windows and a wreath on each of the front doors. The snow and cold made it a perfect winter scene. He could see a brightly lit tree in the living room window and was beginning to understand what Sam said about decorating. The key was clutched in his hand as he hurried to the front door to escape the cold. He turned the key in the lock and felt his heart in his throat. The wind swirled around him as he let himself in. Inside the house was warm and cozy, with holiday trimmings everywhere. He put his bag on the floor and hung up his new leather jacket, a buy in Chicago.
"Welcome home son." He practically fell over turning to greet Sam then stopped dead in his tracks. Sam stood leaning in the doorway to the den. A very different Sam from two weeks ago. A dark blue plaid flannel shirt stretched over what now seemed to be bigger pecs. Biceps strained in the sleeves. The waist was even smaller making the ratio difference from chest and shoulders to waist even more pronounced. Even the quads in the snug jeans seemed larger. And the face, Joe stared. Sam now sported a full neatly trimmed salt and pepper beard. His military flattop was gone and his head shaved.
Joe whispered. "Wow, look at you."
"You like?"
"Oh fuck yeah daddy." He groped the outline of his hard cock in his pants.
"And look at you. The goatee looks even better, the hair is tighter and where'd you find those leather pants?"
"This trainer helped me. You like them?" Sam motioned for him to turn around.
Sam let out a slow throaty sigh. "You're legs look bigger. The leather looks fucking hot on you."
"It was the protein stuff and supplements and a murderous trainer. What did you do?"
"I hired a trainer myself. Rick. Big man, big. Looks really scary but is a really nice guy. He and his partner are trainers, well, they're also escorts but I won't go there. He whipped me into shape."
"Fuck, I'm practically gonna shoot. Oh god I need you." The two men came across the entry hall and embraced. Their lips were locked together as their tongues searched each other's mouths." Sam ran his hands over Joe's broad back.
"What's this?'
Joe beamed. "Another surprise." He unbuttoned his flannel shirt and pulled it off. Underneath was a tight leather harness that emphasized the thicker, bigger square chest. You like?"
Sam unzipped his jeans and let his growing dick flop free. At he base was a bright chrome cockring that made his dick look even larger and pushed it forward. Joe ran his hand over the shiny chrome and whistled. "That answers my question. Were we still going out for dinner?"
"Yeah, that's why I was hoping you could get here by five. Lots to show you and tell you."
"Oh almost forgot myself." Joe dropped his jeans and Sam licked his lips over the deeper cuts in the thighs. A wide leather cock ring was snapped around the root of Joe's now equally hard cock. Sam wrapped his hot hand around the stiff prick and smiled. "A gift from my trainer."
"Very nice. Your trainer, hmmm?" He pulled Joe back against his chest and held him n another long kiss and embrace. "Get your jeans off. But put your boots back, damn those are nice, back on. How much did you spend Chicago?"
"Well, my bosses are really cool guys, both gay, and muscleheads, and well, leather, they took me shopping and helped me get the right fit and look, you'd like them, older, really beefy. The one guy's like 55 and built like a brickwall and looks like maybe 30, his name's Bruce and the other guy, a little shorter and smaller, also lots of muscle was an accountant here somewhere...."
"Whoa, whoa, slow down, dude, we got time." Sam stripped to reveal his transformed body. As he slid his boots back on, he licked at Joe's hard nips. So, we're invited to a holiday party. Friends of mine about an hour north, it's a leather holiday party so you will look really hot. So these bosses of yours, they have an office in Chicago and Pittsburgh?"
"Right, and a couple of other places, Bruce Davidson and Steve Wright, Davidson Enterprises, why?" Sam walked in to the den and retrieved an envelope from the desk.
Joe walked through the den, his mouth open. "WOW, these built-in bookcases are beautiful. Steve did a phenomenal job."
Sam handed him the envelope. "This is the invitation to the party. Look familiar?"
Joe looked at the two leather men on the invitation and laughed. "Holy shit. It's them, my bosses. You know them? Do they know that you know me, that we well, you know?" Sam shook his head no. "Huh, small world. Next Saturday, I can't wait to go now. It'll be really tough not to say anything to the people in the office here when I start work on Monday. Damn."
"So let me show you what else has happened." Sam ran his hands over Joe's back then took him by his still throbbing dick and led him downstairs to the game room. "This, as you might recall was that big goofy storage room. And now, it's an exercise room." Joe wandered around among all of the equipment and weights. It was freshly painted with a rubber tile floor. So we don't always have to go to the gym if the weather is bad or if we want to you know, fuck around on the bench." Joe's hand went to the big man's cock. "Not now. And back here by the bathroom is a sauna, small but works well."
"This is awesome. You did all this in two weeks?"
"Yeah, Rick helped. We ended up keeping it a secret from Steve so carpenter man is gonna shit himself when he sees it. And back here in this other room." Sam opened the door and flipped the light switch. The other storage room was now an equipped playroom with a full sling suspended in the middle. Joe flopped back into the sling. "Eager little fucker aren't you? Dinner first. We have all night."
He led Joe back upstairs pointing out everything else that had been completed in the last two weeks. In the bedroom, Joe did everything he could to get Sam to initiate sex. Sam was insistent on dinner. Joe was about to remove his harness but Sam stopped him
"No, just put your flannel back on. I like knowing it's there." He walked over to a window and looked out.
"Snowing again?"
"No, I thought I saw something. Get dressed, no underwear. Less for me to remove when we get home."
The two men dressed and hugged again in the kitchen. Joe held Sam tightly and sighed.
"I really missed you. And I can't believe you got all this done and fuck you look so good."
"Well, I'm glad you like everything. Cause I want you to move in here."