Joe was unusually quiet in the truck as Sam drove to a nearby Italian restaurant for dinner. He finally broke the ice and asked Sam how he managed to get so much done on the house in such a short time. He simply replied he thought he hired good people. There was still work to be done but the main living areas on the first floor were basically finished. And then the question about Rick, the personal trainer. Sam just smiled and said he felt he needed someone to help put together a solid challenging routine, which would push growth and weight loss. Joe scanned over the big man behind the wheel of the pickup and whistled.
"Well, he certainly did that."
Sam reached over and rubbed the leather-clad thigh next to him. "I'd say the guy who helped you in Chicago did a pretty damn good job too. You look really great." Joe beamed.
The restaurant only had a 20-minute wait. They stood to the back away from most of the crowd. Sam let his protruding basket rub against Joe's ass as they waited. With no one looking, a warm hand ran over the hard round butt. "OK, Sam, you're causing a bit of a problem out front here." Sam slid his hand up under Joe's leather jacket and rubbed the small of his back.
"Better?"
Joe swallowed with an audible gulp. "No." He slid off his jacket and held it in front of him. It was obvious when their table was called that the young man was struggling to hide his full erection. Sam mischievously smiled as he sat down. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" Sam laughed. The waiter came along and asked for their drink orders. He seemed to appreciate the two handsome men at his table and seemed just a bit more attentive. Joe had leaned back in his chair a bit to try to adjust his crotch when he returned with their drinks. He smiled and offered them a couple more minutes to look over the menu. Joe blushed.
Sam kept with his new goal of eating healthier and chose something safe. Joe opted for something a bit more fattening as the waiter stood by patiently. He brought by a basket of fresh bread as Joe commented. "Guess I'll work off the extra calories fucking tonight. The waiter bit his lip and moved on. Joe held his head in his hand and sighed. "I can't believe I just blurted that out in front of the waiter."
Sam chuckled. "I wouldn't worry about it. I'd say there is a good chance he's gay. I mean after all look at him. He's the best-looking staff person here; he's a rather nice muscular athletic body, good arms and that smile. No, he's happy to be working this table. So, you haven't responded to my wanting you to move in, what's up?"
"I'm floored. We haven't known each other very long and you want me to move in to your house. Are we rushing things?"
"Maybe, but, well, look; I spent years in California going from one rather empty relationship to another, never really connecting with anyone very long. As I got older I wanted there to be a main someone in my life, and I kept meeting people who were basically just looking for sex. I wanted more than just getting my rocks off. When I decided to come back here and was looking at starting again, I decided I was going to make the effort to do things differently. And I have. I love the way the job is going. I have a house that cost me half of what I paid in San Francisco, well, less than half, I have a personal trainer who looks like a pro wrestler and is a big sweet leather muscle daddy, and now you. I want you in my life."
"How can we be sure?"
Sam shrugged. "We can't be 100 percent, every relationship takes work, but I want you in my life all the time from the start. We spent a lot of time talking before we had sex and I think we have a lot in common. On many levels. Tell me something."
"What?"
"Why'd you do all this? The leather, the new goatee, tighter haircut, the trainer who made some great changes in a short time? What prompted that?"
Joe smiled and let out a small breath. "You did, I admit it. I want to be what I think you want. Why else would I be sitting here in a straight Italian restaurant surrounded by families while I'm in leather pants, a harness and excruciatingly tight cockring?" The waiter arrived at that point to offer another round of drinks. But appeared totally out of control now. Sam asked for two more and he hurried off. Joe looked horrified. "I can't believe he heard that and saw me tug at the harness. Good grief."
"Relax. Besides, he doesn't seem upset, I'd say more aroused. And to be honest, I worked my ass off with Rick to whip my tired ol' butt into shape for you. Please say you'll move in?" Joe nodded and Sam reached over and held his hand. "Good."
"I don't have much since my apartment was partially furnished, just the usual music equipment, computer, desk, and a bedroom set that I paid a fortune for."
"Well, then we load up the pickup, and set your stuff up as a guest room and office for you. When's your lease up?"
"Oddly enough, at the end of the month. Perfect timing. A new life, new job, new home and new lover. I feel like I'm starting over again myself."
"You don't know how happy that makes me. We'll celebrate tonight in the playroom and in the sling." The waiter arrived with their food.
"You said that on purpose to see if I would drop a plate didn't you?" He smiled and served the two men. "I don't drop plates. But I will drop something else in a big way later on thanks to you two. Enjoy." Joe laughed.
"Sam. You can be a real evil bitch."
"You learn that to survive in California." The two men had a leisurely meal, chatting over dinner about plans they needed to make. The waiter seemed disappointed when they passed on dessert. Sam asked him how often he worked and said they would return and ask for his table. He beamed then leaned in to Joe.
"You might want to rethink wearing the big cockring thing though. I tried working one night with one and was so horny. Thought I was going to, well, you know, in the middle of my shift. Never again." He thanked them for eating there and went to check on another table.
Sam nudged Joe toward the truck. "See, we made a friend." Joe rolled his eyes.
They quietly went to the playroom when they got home. Joe was visibly nervous and Sam suggested he take care of any cleanliness issues while he set up the playroom. Joe walked back into the new space in only his boots and harness to find the place warmly lit with candles and Sam waiting patiently in chaps, boots and dripping dick.
"Another first for me but I always liked swings." Sam dropped his head to his chest and sighed.
"Yeah, swing, right." He backed Joe into place against the sling and helped him get comfortable. If Joe had any misgiving about being secured into the toy, he never showed it. Sam stood between his upright legs and ran his hands over the tight abs and large pecs. He lifted Joe's arms and showed him where to hold on with his hands. Then he went to work with his mouth and tongue on the hot, muscular body being offered to him.
"Oh fuck, Sam, please fuck me, but, no wait, let me suck that dick." Sam gladly obliged and stepped around to drop the head of his cock onto Joe's upturned face. The boy slowly swallowed the oversized tool and let Sam fuck his throat. He dropped his arms, reached back to grab Sam's ass and pulled him forward to completely swallow the shaft. Sam pulled back as Joe begged now sir, please.
Sam stretched the snug hole with his fingers and grease and slowly pushing forward. Joe gave in completely and let his body move with his master's thrusts. His arms flopped back and forth with each intrusion into his ass. He felt sweat rolling from his body as he gave into the heat of his need. Sam rutted away for what seemed like hours. Joe watched the massive upper body flex. Each muscle moved with the passion of the big man fucking his boy. He gave Joe permission to beat his dick and get it off. Finally Sam impaled Joe as far as he could and let go. Joe dropped his arm as his own juice shot over his chest onto the floor below. Both men hung in the sling as their breathing strained to return to normal. Slowly Sam withdrew and left Joe feeling empty and in need. He carefully toweled the cum from Joe's sore chest and leaned down to kiss him.
"So how do you like the playroom?"
"Oh, I think we'll be using it a lot." Joe climbed out of the sling and wobbled. "Oops, circulatory problem." He shook his wobbly legs and Sam blew out the candles. They turned off lights as they headed to the bedroom. "I really liked that. I mean, I could really feel you deep into me, it's awesome. I think I'm going to like doing this all the time."
"Oh you don't say. So who said we're going to be doing this all the time?" Sam fondled Joe's still bloated cock and felt it going hard again. "We do need to maintain some variety. Before Joe could respond. Sam grabbed him roughly by the harness pulled him into his sweaty body, tightly held the back of his head and kissed him just as roughly. "After all, variety is the spice of life." He practically picked Joe up with one arm and dropped him on the bed. Joe lay on the bed a bit confused and more than a bit concerned as Sam kicked off his boots, grabbed a bottle of lube and greased Joe's now rock hard cock. He pushed some greased into his own hole, leaped up into the bed, straddled Joe's dick and impaled himself on the young man's cock. Joe shuddered as Sam fucked himself on the boy. "Work my nips, hard." Joe reached for the bouncing flexing sweaty muscle and twisted the hard nip. Sam growled and fucked harder. Joe dropped one hand to the massive thighs and felt the hard muscle moving as Sam raised and lowered himself on his dick. Sam was lost in the need to give Joe this experience.
"Oh fuck YEAH!" Sam's breathing became shorter as he felt Joe's cock hammering his prostate. Joe felt the heat increase and his own nuts began to climb. Within minutes he was shooting another load deep into Sam's hard ass. Sam buried the stiff prick in his ass, leaned forward to kiss Joe again and let his juice slam out over Joe's stomach. He took a deep breath and sighed. "Damn, that felt good." Joe had no voice, just closed his eyes and nodded. "Am I crushing your nuts?" Joe nodded faster. "Oops, sorry." He let Joe's softening dick slide out and flopped down on the bed next to his new housemate. "Man, I needed that. For the last two weeks, I've had Rick and his oversexed partner pushing me on the workouts. Rick would wrap his arms around me to spot me as I did squats. It was not easy with that big dick riding my ass. I kept telling myself I could hold out for two weeks. I feel better."
"You were like possessed, scared me a bit." Joe looked at the concern in Sam's eyes. "But, I got into it. I have to say I didn't expect to have my dick up your ass. And, we didn't use a condom."
"I don't have anything to worry about do I?" Joe shook his head no. "Well, then, I prefer in the future when I let you fuck me, and it won't be often, we not use a rubber, OK?"
"It won't be often?" Sam playfully slapped Joe's cheek.
"Oh you'll know when it's about to happen. You tired?" Joe nodded. "Let's just sleep, I'll probably have to do sheets in the morning. I don't mind if you don't." Joe snuggled against the big man's chest. "Good night." Sam turned off the light and pulled the covers up over them. Joe pulled Sam's arm over him and was out in minutes.
The sound of breaking glass and the alarm going off woke them somewhere around two AM. Sam immediately flew out of bed and into the hallway. Joe yelled after him to stop. The system was set to turn on key lights in the house and around the outside perimeter. Glass from one of the side entry panels lay across the entry hall floor. A large rock sat in the middle of the shards.
"Sam, what are you doing?" Joe ran out behind him. "They tell you not to confront intruders."
"I don't think anyone got in from the looks of things, just left a present for us." He ran back into the kitchen to answer the phone. "Yes, sir. Someone threw a rock through one of my windows. Yes, I'd like to file a report. OK, I'll watch for you. Thanks. The police are on their way."
Joe handed Sam his jeans and pulled on a pair of lounge pants he grabbed from Sam's closet. "I didn't know your system turned on outside lights. Do you think anyone is out by the pool?"
"Hard to say, guess we let the police check." A few minutes later two patrol cars sat in front of Sam's house. One officer came to the door while another checked the perimeter. Nothing was attached to the rock so he went outside to assist his fellow officer. Both came back in a couple of minutes. They joined Sam and Joe in the kitchen to do a preliminary report.
"Nothing sir. No sign of anyone. Whoever threw the rock did it and took off. Are you OK?"
"Yeah, just startled, and cold. Guess I should look for wood to cover the window. Did you check out the car in the driveway for any sign of vandalism?"
"Yes sir, nothing. We'll come back in the daytime to check again. Any idea why someone would do this? Any problems with neighbours?
Sam shrugged, his large delts balled up into small mountains on his shoulders. "No, the few that I have met are fairly friendly. I have thought I saw someone in the shrubs from time to time and saw some footprints in one of the flowerbeds but no one has tried anything until now. I don't have a clue."
The officers checked out the two muscle men and looked at each other. The officer who had checked out side cleared his throat. "Is there a possibility someone doesn't like you here because you're gay?"
"How would you know that?"
"Well, sir, there's a rainbow sticker on the car in the driveway and the magazine here." He pointed to a copy of the Advocate on the counter. "I apologize if I am incorrect but you know, now a days, things happen."
"No, sorry, I don't know if that's the reason."
"I don't think anyone would come back after setting off the alarm, covering over the window is a good idea. Do you have any plywood?"
Joe got up. "I'll look in the garage. Maybe Steve left something we could use." He grabbed his shoes and headed to check."
The one police officer excused himself to continue rounds through the neighbourhood. The second offered to help cover the window. Joe came in carting a large board with a hammer and nails.
"Joey, why don't you pull your car into the garage. I cleared that space for you to use. I'll take care of the window." Joe walked back into the bedroom.
The police officer took the hammer and nails. "Sir, there's glass here. You aren't wearing shoes." Sam looked down and left the room. The officer had the corners secured before Sam got back.
"Thanks." Sam drove a few more nails into place. "That'll at least cut down on the cold."
"I'll be back in the morning to make a full report and go over the grounds again in daylight. And uh, well, I also work out at Muscle Bank. I've see both of you there, gotta say you had me fooled. I never would have picked you for gay. Look, the people around here are pretty fair-minded. I'd hate to think this was a hate crime thing. I've seen you having a lot of work done on the house and we like to see that. Please don't be upset, well, you know what I mean."
Sam smiled. "Thanks. I don't remember seeing you at the gym but I tend to be rather focused."
"Yeah, it shows. I don't think whoever did this wanted to take you on physically. Throwing a rock is a pretty cowardly thing to do."
Joe walked back in from the garage. "Hi John." The officer shook his hand. "Guess you know my story now."
"Yeah fooled me. Hey you guys try to get some sleep. I'll be back around eight. Take care." He gave Joe a high five and walked back to his car.
Joe blew out a long low breath. "That was some excitement we didn't need."
Sam turned around and lowered his head. "John?"
"Yeah, I know him from the gym. Nice guy. Built like you under that jacket."
"And?"
"No and. He's straight. Has a girlfriend, yoy, a real bimbo. He deserves better." Joe looked at Sam's skeptical face. "Really."
"I'm teasing. Let me reset the system and turn off some lights. I guess I'll clean up the glass in the morning." They climbed back into bed and settled into each other's arms. "So this makes tomorrow a little busier than I had hoped." Despite the excitement, they drifted back off.
Sam was up early to make coffee and check outside. Joe was assembling breakfast when he came back. "Anything?"
"No. There was a dusting of snow after all that so it covers any thing that might have been there."
They were drinking coffee and chatting over what to do when John returned. The officer walked in and sat at the kitchen table with them. Sam checked out the big chest and arms when he removed his jacket then eyed Joe. The young man blushed.
"So Mr. Chambers this is the report. We can get you a copy for your insurance company if you wish. Keep your eyes open for anyone lurking about again. You can clean up the glass. We can check the rock but I doubt we'd get any fingerprints. It was cold last night and whoever did this was probably wearing gloves. Again, I'm really sorry this happened. We have a few nut cases like any community but no one that I know of outwardly hates gay people."
"Thanks. Guess we'll see you around the gym." Sam shook his hand.
Joe chimed in. "That is if we're not working out downstairs." John tilted his head. "Sam put in a really great workout room downstairs. Nice if we don't feel like trekking to the gym. Want to see?"
"Sure?" John followed them downstairs. "Wow, this is great. You can get a pretty damn good workout in down here. Still need to hit the big stuff at the gym to keep those legs Joe." The door to the playroom was open and John glanced. "Ok, don't want to know." His face was a deep red.
Sam bit his lip. "Think of it as an interrogation room."
John slowly shook his head. "OK, if you say so. Gotta run, technically I'm off duty. See you guys around and if we learn anything, someone will stop by. Have a good one." They watched the big man lumber to his patrol car and drive off.
Joe dropped onto the sofa in the den. "That was a little embarrassing>'
"I think more for him than us." Sam picked up the Sunday paper. "So, we need to clean up the glass. Do you want to go to the gym today or try out the stuff downstairs?"
"Oh downstairs, definitely."
"Good, because Rick was coming over at noon anyway to train. He'll whip you in to shape in no time." Sam dropped on top of Joe and wrestled with him.
"Whip me into shape, I don't think so." The two were play wrestling and getting each other hot when the doorbell rang.
Steve stood on the porch in his running gear. "What happened?" He walked in and looked at the glass.
"Oh just a little rock through the window. We used a piece of your plywood, sorry."
"Oh that's just a piece of scrap. No shit. Damn. You guys OK?" They filled him in on the details as he warmed up with a cup of coffee. He helped them clean up and track down the phone number of a window company to arrange for repairs. As he was about to leave, he mentioned the gym. Sam beamed.
"Damn, that's right, you haven't seen this." He dragged Steve downstairs to show him the gym.
"Wow. I was wondering what you were up to in here with the door locked. This is awesome."
"Want to work out with us this afternoon?" Steve's shoulders dropped.
"Fuck, I'd really like to but the wife is on my case about the time I spend working out and running, and well, for time I spend over here working."
"Yeah, but that's work."
"Right, but she tends to be the jealous type and she sorta knows you're gay. So she doesn't seem to trust anyone, not just you." Sam's eyes went wide open. "I know. Things have been shaky lately and she is always on my back about something. If she put out for sex once in a while it would help. Or just suck me off, god she drives me crazy. Damn, you know what? I will be back later to work out. Fuck her."
Sam blinked. "Um, OK, well, then the guys who have been working with me as trainers are coming over at noon, see you then."
"You bet." They walked back up and watched him jog down the street.
Joe was leaning against the kitchen counter. "So, you think his marriage is in trouble?"
"Maybe. I'm not an expert on what those silly straight people do. So where were we? Come here."
Shortly after noon the doorbell rang. Sam met Rick and his partner Dom at the door and gave them both a big hug. Hey guys, thanks for coming over. Joe is down stairs warming up and very anxious to meet you. The carpenter guy, Steve, who has been doing some work for me is also joining us, so I'll pay for the extra person."
Rick hugged Sam and squeezed the big man's pec through his T. "Looking forward to meeting this Joe you seem to be so crazy over. What's Steve like?"
"Straight but confused."
"So we should refrain from being too gay?" Dom, a short fire plug of muscle looked confused. "Hmm, so a semi-straight guy is going to workout with a bunch of sissy muscleheads?" Sam nodded and shrugged.
Rick pinched his partner's long pointed nip. "Who you calling a musclehead?"
"You, you big sissy." The two men headed down to the new gym to meet Joe. Joe stopped in mid stretch to stare as the two men entered the room. Rick held out his hand and shook Joe's.
"I'm Joe."
"We figured that, I'm Rick and this is Dom. Nice to meet ya. Sam up there is like totally crazy about you and now I see why, very nice. Should we give him our special hello?" Dom agreed and the two 250 pound beefalos crushed Joe between them. Joe felt two huge dicks pressing into him from both sides and trembled. "Don't worry we don't bite."
Dom massaged Joe's shoulders. "Only if you want us too." The two broke out in raucous laughter as Sam brought Steve into the room. Steve at 200 pounds showed great size and muscle but seemed dwarfed compared to Rick, Dom and Sam. The two trainers introduced themselves then repeated their crushing hello. Steve seemed frazzled but determined to join in the workout.
Rick rubbed his hands together. "All righty then, let's do chest and shoulders, you wimps look like you could use some good chest pumping." He did a massive chest pose to drive home his point. "Let's get set up." The five men pummeled chest and shoulders for the next two hours. By the time they were finished Sam and Joe were comparing poses in the mirror and Steve was stoked.
He bounced around the room flexing his chest. "Damn, I've never felt so pumped, thanks. That was a bitchin' workout."
Dom feigned indignity. "Who you calling bitch?"
Rick dopeslapped him and laughed. "You da bitch, you know that. Now on your knees and suck my dick." Dom dropped to his knees. "Goofus, just kidding. Later."
Sam draped his arm around Steve's shoulders. "So, how much hot water are you in with your wife for being here?"
"She wasn't happy. Went shopping with her sister and said she wouldn't be home until 5. So I have time to go home, shower, and pretend I didn't enjoy myself."
Rick pinched his chest. "Well, if she doesn't appreciate you for the muscle man you are, we'll take you home. Hey hope we weren't too gay for you."
Steve beamed. "No, I really enjoyed this. Great workout and you guys are inspirational. I suppose I should get home though."
Sam leaned against him. "Do whatever you need to but remember you're among friends here so if you want to hang for awhile you're welcome."
Rick jumped up from a bench. "All right. Let's break in that sauna. Last one in is a boring straight man, oops, sorry Steve."
Steve laughed. "I'm so confused." He watched as Rick and Dom stripped down and headed into the sauna. Joe slowly stripped and followed. Sam kicked off his shorts.
"Look, Steve, do what you want. If you want to stay and hit the sauna with us, please do. I will do my best to keep them from manhandling you. To be honest, Rick's never been all that forward. He jokes around and might fondle a butt or grope me but he's never gone beyond that. Not that he might not try."
Steve pulled off his shirt. "Fuck, why not? What have I got to lose?"
"Uh, you're virginity, at least with gay men?"
Steve thought about it. "No, no, not really." Sam watched a naked and very fuckable Steve head into the sauna. The five big men crowded into the rather small space and got as comfortable as they could. Steve was the target of quite a bit of kidding from Rick and Dom as the token straight man. He managed to squeeze himself between them and was soon sporting a dick as stiff as theirs. Sam worked to steer conversation away from gay topics and to keep Steve from being uncomfortable. They were about 20 minutes into sweating when they could hear a phone ringing somewhere in the house. Sam excused himself to try to answer it. When he didn't come back in a few minutes, Joe excused himself. He offered the men towels to shower and headed up stairs. Sam was just hanging up the phone.
"Who was that?"
Officer John the beefy cop. Just telling me they have nothing to really go on for this rock thing. And then my mother checking, they're having dinner with an aunt and uncle of mine but I passed. Did you leave Steve alone downstairs?" Joe nodded. "Do you think by now he's face down on a dick or legs in the air getting fucked?"
"I have noooooo clue. Let's go shower." Both men were showered and dressed before the other three came upstairs. All three had showered and were looking pumped and fresh. Steve was looking a bit tired. Sam chalked it up to not being used to the extreme workout and sauna. Rick and Dom said their goodbyes and headed out the door.
Steve hugged Sam. "Thanks for including me. I had a great time and feel really pumped.'
"You're welcome, anytime you want to work out with us, just let me know. Hope your wife isn't too pissed off."
"Ahhhhh, no matter what I do lately, I seem to be in the dog house. Later guy. Hope the new job goes well here in the `burgh tomorrow." Joe waved.
Sam hugged Joe to him. "We're finally alone. What do you want to do?"
"Dinner. Then I need to head home. I don't have anything to wear for work tomorrow. And I guess if I am going to move in that I am going to have to start bringing clothes over. Thanks Sam." They stood quietly together for a few minutes until Joe noticed Rick, Dom and Steve were still outside. He walked to the front window and peeked. "They seem to be exchanging numbers. What do you think that means?"
"Hmmm, maybe just a personal training thing. I don't want to know anymore."
The two men put together a dinner for themselves and relaxed in the den together. Joe headed back to his place and prepared for his first day in the Pittsburgh office of his new job. They opted to spend the night apart so Joe could have some time to pack.
They spent the next few days moving some of Joe's stuff into Sam's house, talking about Joe's excitement over his job, working out and worrying about Steve. He had called Sam on Monday and explained that he didn't think he could work on the remaining projects for a couple of days until he sorted out a few things at home. Despite Sam's questioning, he was hesitant to say much. They figured it best to give him space and time.
Matt finally returned their phone calls and agreed to go to Bruce and Steve's party on Saturday and to borrow some of Sam's leather as was the party theme. Steve finally showed up on Thursday evening to do some work in the laundry room. There were several deep scratches on his face that he just shrugged off. He seemed much better after a couple hours of work with Sam and was smiling much more. Sam told him about moving the last of Joe's belongings on Saturday and he jumped at the chance to help. He offered to also use his truck. With both Sam's Ford and Steve's Dodge they could move just about all of Joe's furnishings with Joe bringing the rest in his car.
The three set out at nine Saturday morning on a somewhat cold, blustery December day. They tied tarps over the truck beds to protect the furniture from the snow flurries and were glad they didn't have all that far to go. By noon, they had moved all of Joe's stuff into Sam's house. Sam was busy making coffee and ordering pizza when the doorbell rang. An angry young woman burst into the house and brushed Joe aside. She went straight for Steve accusing him of all kinds of gay debauchery. Steve struggled to get a word out. When she turned to hurl abuse at Sam, he stepped between them. She let go a slap across his face, giving him another set of scratches.
She turned to run out of the door but threatened to throw another rock through a window if they didn't leave her husband alone. Steve stood in the silent kitchen stunned at her confession. The door slam shook the house.
Joe rubbed his arm. "Steve are you ok? Let me look at those scratches." Sam went to get a wash cloth.
Steve spluttered out an apology. "She's wrong you know and I am so sorry about the glass. She's totally freaking out. I'll pay for it."
Sam held the wet cloth against his face. "That's not necessary. At least I know it wasn't some religious wingnut about to burn down my house."
"Oh god I hope she doesn't doing anything else stupid. She's blaming you and she shouldn't. Our marriage has been pretty shaky for the last two years, way before you guys. It has nothing to do with you being gay." He was practically in tears. "I am such a fucking fool. I went to the baths a couple of times, maybe four in the last year. But after the workout the other day I was so sure I knew what I wanted that I spent a night with Rick and Dom. Well, not the whole night. I was there till 10. She was out of control when I got home."
"Does she know that?"
"I doubt it. I'm betting she thinks I was here. Guys, I'm so sorry. I really like you guys. Shit, I don't know what to do? You know, it's not like she wants to have sex with me anyway, she pushes me away." He handed the washcloth to Sam. I better get home and deal with this before she does something rash. Poor Sam is there and the dog is terrified of her."
"Bring him here if you need to leave him somewhere." Sam hugged the big man. "We're your friends no matter what happens, just be careful." Steve grabbed his coat and walked out the door just as the pizza arrived. He waved Sam away and ran to his truck.
Joe paid the pizza guy and placed it on the counter. "Wow, more excitement I didn't expect today. You hungry?"
"Not really but I think I better eat or I'll be a pig at the party tonight. Like I'm in the mood for that now."
"Yeah, and Matt will be here soon."
They munched on pizza and discussed what Steve could do. Not really much they could do unless Steve came to them for something. Matt arrived around two. They filled him in on all the details.
"Gee, and I thought we were just going to go to a party. I understand what Steve is going through. It's going to take him awhile to work out all the loose ends. But if she feels this way, crazy enough to spy on you and throw a rock through a window, he's best to say adios. And if he's not happy, well, he won't be any happier if things don't change in some fashion. So what time is the party?
"It's at 6:30 but we need to get you dressed. Follow me." Sam explained the theme and started pulling leather items from his collection for him to try. None of the pants would work because Matt was shorter so they decided he would wear Joe's leather pants when Joe confessed he had also bought chaps.
"I wanted to surprise you, you know for sex. Now it won't have the same spark."
"I haven't seen you in them so I'm sure they'll have the same effect on me." All three men were getting horny and thinking about some playtime when the doorbell rang again. Sam sighed. "Some days there's just too much traffic." He slapped Matt's leather covered butt and went to answer the door.
Steve was standing on the porch, Sam on his leash happily wagging his tail and a duffle bag over Steve's shoulder.
"I need a place to stay, please can I stay here?" Sam pulled him inside and hugged him.
"Damn, you're trembling. What happened?"
"She's nuts. It's over. I can't stay there and I feared for Sam so I had to leave. I am betting she's called my parents with her venom and I am going to have to deal with that. It was just a matter of time. Christmas next week, great time huh?" Sam held him close as he fought back tears. Joe and Matt came out to see what was happening. Joe knew immediately and took Sam off his leash. The big dog ran from man to man sniffing crotches. Joe hugged Steve when Sam let go.
Matt stood to one side looking confused. He waved and introduced himself.
Steve swallowed hard. "Nice pants."
"Oh, these are Joe's. We were sorta playing dress up for a party tonight."
Steve shoulders slumped. "Fuck. You guys have a party tonight? Shit. Look I can go somewhere."
Sam pushed him toward the kitchen. "Nonsense. You're staying with us. I have one bedroom set up as a guestroom, and Sam is more than welcome. You're with friends. Did you eat anything? We have cold pizza."
"Nah, nothing. I'm not, well maybe a slice." Three slices and a beer later Steve was smiling weakly. "Thanks."
Sam rubbed his shoulders. "You know what? I think you need to go to this party with us tonight. It'll do you good. And I'm sure we can come up with something for you to wear. You're about my height so I bet my pants or chaps will fit you." Steve was about to say no when Sam put this hand over his mouth and told him there was no argument. If he tried to argue a ball gag would take care of that. "Let me go see what I have for you to try on. Joe come help me." Sam looked at Matt and nodded his head toward Steve. Matt quietly shook his head and engaged Steve in a quiet conversation about breakups.
Joe went to the leather closet and started rummaging through. "What do you think will look good on Steve?"
"Just about anything. Let's let Matt talk with him awhile. He's been through this. He'll bring him in when he's ready to try on clothes. Get out of those jeans."
"Are we going to...."
"I am." Thirty minutes was all Sam needed to get Joe off and primed for the night. Matt quietly knocked on the door and came in with a reluctant Steve.
"So. What'll I do?"
"Strip." Sam pulled an outfit together of leather pants, a Sam Brown, armbands, and a low-slung cap. Steve's black boots went perfectly. "Now, we gotta get dressed cause it's going to take us about an hour to get there. You, Matthew, come here." Joe and Sam got him into leather pants, the boots he had and a flannel shirt. "You loose the shirt at the party. The other guys will love that furry chest. So Joe, show me the chaps."
"Go sit in the den and let me get dressed." Sam shot the other two men an evil wink. "Well, guess we let it be a surprise." A few minutes later, Joe walked into the den in chaps, jock, harness and a chrome band on his right arm. The three men whistled as he modeled. "You like?" Sam grabbed his stiff prick.
"What do you think? OK, my turn. Stay. Not you Sam, hey do we need to feed him?"
Steve jumped up. "Oh yeah and I'll let him out before we go. Where can I put his bed?"
"Wherever you think he will be comfortable? Be back in a couple of minutes."
A few minutes later, Sam walked out of the bedroom. "OK guys, let's go before it snows." Joe mouthed wow and licked his lips. Sam chose to wear a pair of leather shorts, bearly supporting his big dick, calf-high boots, harness, thick leather armband over his left biceps and a low biker cap.
Steve blinked. "Man, that's hot but you're going to freeze."
"Nah, have my leather jacket and a pair of jeans for later. Joe, we're going to have to take your car because we can't get four in my truck."
"That's OK, you can drive since you know where we are going."
"Let's hit the road gang. Steve, why don't you pull your truck into the garage in case someone comes looking for it." A few minutes later the four men were on their way to the first leather party for three of them. Joe glanced in the back seat at one point and noticed Matt and Steve were holding hands. He caught Sam's eye and winked.
Sam pulled off one highway then onto another, then to a small two-lane country road. Joe asked him if he was sure where they were going. "Oh yeah, been there many times. These guys have been a couple since like the early 80's. Almost there." The party crowd was arriving in good time despite the cold wintry night. Sam led the way to the big front door and rang the bell. Sam greeted Bruce with a big bear hug and wet kiss then introduced Matt and Steve. Bruce's Steve came over to greet them. Sam looked around for the last person. "And I think you know my partner, Joe." Joe shyly walked in and smiled.
"Hi guys."
"Oh, no shit, Joe!!!! You dog Sam. Welcome to our home." Bruce and Steve hugged Joe and kissed him. "Wow, this is too much. To think we hired you and never once knew you knew Sam. You didn't say anything?"
"I didn't know. He showed me the invitation after I got back from Chicago, I was floored. Small world eh?"
"Well, come on in and make yourselves comfortable."
The big house was filled with men in all sizes and shapes and in various array of leather. Sam knew many of them from events over the years and introduced Joe to jealous stares. There was plenty of ass grabbing, basket groping and nipple tweaking going on all around. Joe got his share of horny men checking him out but was always within protective reach of Sam. Matt and Steve were busy mingling but spent a good part of the evening in quiet conversation. At one point, Joe went looking for them and found them downstairs in the workout room locked in a deep kiss and embrace. He left them to fend for themselves. Joe was wandering through the crowd on his way back from the bar with drinks but had a difficult time finding Sam. He finally located him in the office with Bruce, Steve and two big, big men he hadn't met yet.
"Hey guys, here he is. Joe, I'd like you to meet a couple old friends from nearby Chicago. Came in for the party. Joe this is Eric and Tom." Joe shook their hands and in a few minutes felt as if he had known them for years. Eric was even bigger than Sam. Both men were dressed in minimal leather. They were staying at his bosses' house, which made it convenient to wear as little as possible. He got into an involved discussion on bodybuilding with Tom. Sam closed his eyes and sighed. "OK, well that'll keep them busy for an hour. So Eric, Bruce tells me you retired?"
The evening flew by and by midnight; Sam was herding up his buddies for the drive back home. Joe was non-stop chatter all the way back. A happy coincidence since it kept Sam awake to drive. Matt and Steve were asleep against each other in the back seat. They woke up in the driveway only after Sam turned around and smacked them on their thighs.
"OK, sleeping not so beauties, we're home." The two men stumbled to the door as Sam opened it and was eagerly greeted by a bouncing four-legged Sam. Steve hugged his dog and stayed outside with him for a few minutes. Sam went bouncing back into the house to check out the other men with his big cold nose but settled down when Steve offered him a treat.
Joe stretched. "I don't know about you guys but my ass is tired."
Matt slapped his butt. "Looks pretty hot to me." Joe mocked him and pinched his bare chest.
Sam pulled them apart. "OK children. It's time for bed. Matt you're more than welcome with us, or on the sleeper in the den, or maybe you'd like another option."
Steve blushed. "I asked him to spend the night with me if you don't mind?"
"Not at all. Good night then." The four friends hugged each other, grabbing asses and crotches as they could. Joe and Sam watched them head upstairs with the Sam the dog following them.
Joe slid his arm around Sam's waist. "You know that's a pretty good pairing."
"I agree, almost as well as us." He pulled the shorter man tight against him and tiredly shuffled to bed. Sam and Joe were out cold in a matter of minutes and never heard any of the noise coming from the other end of the house.
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