Date: Sat, 2 Sep 2000 14:40:05 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: G-village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 10

G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 10	by lennoxbear@aol.com

The following is a continuation of stories with characters begun in
Feelings of Security.  This story contains graphic gay sex, man to man.  If
such material offends you, please go elsewhere.  Also, sexual practices are
fantasy and not an endorsement of unsafe sexual practices and are not meant
to be seen as such.


Tom stood back stage watching his buddy's basket grow and pull down on the
posing strap.  Now normally that wouldn't have been such an unpleasant
sight but Red's fat dick was about to go completely erect and flash the
audience.  The soundman worked to get the tape back to cue.  How he managed
to get it screwed up was angering Tom.  Tom felt his own nuts grow in
empathy and cupped them to keep them in the posing strap.

Sam, the big musclebear on the production staff, stepped up and asked what
the hell the sound guy was doing. Missed music cues weren't uncommon but
this one was taking too long to fix.  Sam looked at Tom and muttered
something about being unfreaking-believable.  He calmly walked on stage and
apologized for the technical delay.  He stood in front of Red and smiled
coolly.

"Relax son, or we'll all be getting a close-up of that big package.  Not
that I wouldn't mind normally but I don't like my boys to be embarrassed on
stage.  If you need to kill that hardon, take a look at the bimbo in the
front row to your right."  Red shook out the kinks in his cramped muscles
and glanced into the audience.  Sure enough, a bleach blond bimbo with
obscenely high hair and grotesquely overdone implants stood with her legs
crossed displaying her ass to the stage.  For some awful reason it worked
and Red felt his excited dick subside.  He also knew he couldn't look at
his lovers or buddies because his dick would shoot up again.  Sam licked
his lips.  "Back on your mark son."

Red resumed his stance and no sooner had Sam walked offstage, his music
started.  Red's renewed emotions and adrenaline showed.  His big smile
captured the fans and he moved through his routine in a smooth high energy
pace.  His personality was that of the pitbull nickname friends had given
him and his fast paced posing got the crowd going.  He threw in just enough
bad boy image to get them hot.  His classic pose with one arm extended and
the other back to the side led to a spin into a most muscular crab that
popped his pecs to make the implant bimbo in the front row jealous.  His
front double biceps got hoots of appreciation but it was his back poses
that really made the crowd cheer.  He threw his lats out there like Stealth
wings split by a deep chasm of a Christmas tree.  The lats and back were
superb but the deep hamstring cuts, impossibly huge calves and a butt that
would have repelled bullets took them over the edge.  Red ended his routine
by hitting another classic pose in time with the cut of the music.  The
crowd loved him and it became obvious backstage he was the man to beat.

Sam turned to Tom.  "Looks like you have your work cut out for you big guy.
You two will easily finish one-two.  But who will win?  Sam ran the back of
his hand over Tom's right nip.  "It looks lonely without the nipple ring.
You guys make one hot couple.  Good luck."  Red bounced off stage and
hugged Tom.

"Guess I have my work cut out for me.  Have to go out there and show them
some real muscle."

Red smirked.  "Yeah right, I did that."  They hugged again and checked to
see if anyone was looking, then kissed quickly.  Sam stood to the back
smiling proudly.  The rest of the heavy weight class looked awesome.  It
was a very competitive field with some big men.  None had the presence or
energy of Red and when the final five took stage, Red walked humbly to the
far side.  The first three places were announced to rounds of cheers and
applause.  It was down to the two big men in the heavy category.  Red's
opponent was a big beefy guy who would have beaten anyone hands down.  But
Red's super shredded muscle persona won out.  The big man cordially shook
Red's hand then hugged him.

"You are one awesome little dude."  Red congratulated everyone on stage
then posed for the crowd.

Backstage, Tom high-fived his buddy and when no one was looking gave him
another quick kiss.  Sam stood off to one side and watched intently,
discreetly adjusting his cock in his tight jeans. He walked over and called
the super-heavyweights together.  Red checked Tom's tan and oil and wished
him luck.  He scurried out of the way but not too far so he could watch
Tom.  And also, because he would be returning to the stage for the final
posedown and the overall winner group.  Tom had switched to a flattering
teal posing strap and was adjusting the back when the familiar buzz warmed
his nuts.  He peeked into the audience where he could see Eric give him
thumbs up.  Eric dominated the row where he sat in tight black jeans, boots
and a skin tight gray T-shirt that hugged every lump of hot muscle. Tom
swallowed hard.  The buzz disappeared and Tom took several deep breaths.
The first competitor took the stage.

Sam came over to prep Tom.  "I have to admit I like the nipple rings in
more than out but for the competition we all make sacrifices, but is that
also a PA?"

Tom glanced down. "Damn, is it that noticeable?  I thought I could skip
removing it."

"It's noticeable to me, but I look for those things.  If you don't mind my
asking, I thought you and that mountain of a man in the audience were
lovers?"

Tom blinked. "We are, why?"

"I saw you kiss Red, you guys just good buddies?"

"Best buds.  Red manages my gym, the Dog Pound, back home."

"You own the Dog Pound Gym, I hear good things about it?  Well, then who's
the guy in the audience?"

"My friend, my master, my owner, my lover."  Sam stared back but didn't
move.  "Does that bother you?"

"No.  I just had an intense visual in my mind of you two together, way too
hot.  Good luck, although, you're only competition is Red."  Sam shook
Tom's hand and glanced down at Tom's basket.  "Are you going to be able to
control that thing, it seems to have gotten bigger?"  Tom reached down an
adjusted his swollen balls and thick dick.  The zap Eric had given him was
just enough to make his tool happy but make Tom concerned over what Eric
might do during his posing.  Sam glimpsed the electronic cock ring and
whimpered.  Tom looked up.

"I gotta get through the rest of this contest, but you have my dick getting
hard.  It's going to be difficult."

The first guy finished his routine to enthusiastic applause.  Sam signaled
Tom and the big man walked onstage to gasps as he took his mark.  Tom took
his pose, similar to Red's, a classic Greek statue pose.  His music started
and he concentrated on flexing through the first series of classical poses
to slower instrumental music.  Each move highlighted a different major body
part or group and gave the audience the first real clues about Tom's
massive body.  He caught Eric's eyes watching him proudly as he hit his
last pose.  Eric sat with one hand at his chin watching Tom's routine
intently, the remote dangled from his fingers.  Tom felt his nuts stir and
his dick thicken, but no buzz.  The music slammed into high energy and Tom
was suddenly all smiles and quick poses, moving from one deeply etched
phenomenal body part to the next.  Eric had never seen the whole routine
and was impressed by Tom's grace and speed of movement, not to mention his
quick segues with dance.

The audience went bonkers.  The clapping and whooping gave Tom an
adrenaline rush to really hit his poses.  His rear back lat spread brought
the house down.  His back looked over a yard wide with his arms thrust out
so far they were almost straight out from his body.  The muscles along the
spine were a deep valley of striations leading to a huge forest of a
Christmas tree.  His massive legs were shredded and deeply cut showing more
hamstring development than anyone in his class.  The tan and oil
combination made him look like burnished metal.  Sam watched from backstage
as Tom hit another hamstring pose and clenched his glutes.  Sam muttered
yeah, but then regained control as to remain at least somewhat impartial
backstage.  He dropped his clipboard down to his crotch and felt his big
dick throbbing.  Tom fought to keep his posing strap in place over the hard
glutes but no matter, the back ended up resembling a thong as the material
slid into the seductively deep buttcrack.

Tom did a front double biceps that evoked another roar from the
audience. His bi's popped to look nearly as big as his shaved head with a
deep cut straight through the middle of the mass.  The triceps pose brought
new definition to horseshoe development.  Tom's music was coming to an end
as Tom quickly spun through all of the moves to hit most of the body parts
again then stuck the final pose, a front double biceps and give the
audience a huge smile.  The house came down and Tom waved as he bounced
offstage to Red's arms and Sam's enthusiastic grins.  Sam threw him a towel
and motioned with his eyes at Tom's basket.  Tom's balls were full and the
dick obviously swollen but not hard.  Tom never got a jolt from Eric but
his balls responded to the stimulus anyway.  Tom waited patiently for the
next few competitors.  He wasn't the tallest man in this class but he was
the most massive and cut.  The other guys complimented him and asked his
secrets.  He chalked it up to good coaching.

The gang of buddies in the audience was floored by Tom and Red's
performances.  They all were well aware of the hard physical labour that
had gone into building the massive physiques but no one expected the stage
personas that came through.  Eric smiled proudly and tried to hide his hard
dick.  Joe and Vic just smiled and chuckled at Eric's uneasiness.  Darrell
and Ron were hugging and congratulating everyone and the final two trophies
weren't even awarded yet.

Darrell and Ron teased Eric.  "Our little pitbull is gonna whoop your big
boy's beefy ass."  Eric smiled evilly.

"We'll see."  He flexed his huge chest and popped a biceps.  Ron took a
deep breath.

"If losing means I have to have sex with you, I'll make that sacrifice."
Darrell dope-slapped him.  Sam gathered the supers back stage and sent them
back out for awarding of the trophies.  The audience disagreed with the
placement of the first three men.  They obviously thought one of the guys
should have placed higher and Eric thought maybe for a moment Tom wasn't a
shoe in for this class.  Then the second man's name was announced and Tom's
smile went a mile wide.  He congratulated the other men and took center
stage to thunderous applause.  Tom took the hands of the other men and
raised them in celebration.  The audience chanted for poses and all five
men gladly responded.  The other guys tried to make Tom realize the chants
were for him but he insisted they all stay on stage and pose for the
cameras.  When they all stepped back stage the guys all slapped Tom and
congratulated him again.  The man who he beat hugged him and squeezed hard.

"You're one helluva competitor.  I hope you won't mind if I drag my
straight ass down to your gym to workout some time?"

"I'd roll out the red carpet."  The guy raised his eyebrows.  "You were
expecting rainbow carpet?"  The big man laughed and punched his shoulder.
Sam announced the final posedown among the winners of all the classes.  The
men lined up and walked back on stage from light to super-heavy weight.
Everyone was flexing to their best advantage except Tom.  He was so much
bigger and thicker than the rest that he calmly took his spot then flexed.
His arms moved out to the sides as his hand bumped Red's.

Red chuckled.  "Hey don't hog the stage wimpy."  The men focused on the
judges, mostly.  Tom's eyes connected with Eric's.  His steely blues shone
through the dimly lit auditorium and went straight to Tom's mind.  He saw
Eric palm the remote and waited for the familiar buzz to begin in his cock
and balls.  The judges requested a quarter turn to the right.  The men all
turned and did side chest poses to show off their best attributes.  Red and
Tom had huge shelves of pecs jutting out in front.  Thick arms rippled with
cuts as each man displayed tri's.  Quarter turn to the right.  Lat spread.
The five men each took time to hit their full flex.  The audience went wild
as five, thickly muscled, hard, deeply etched backs spread almost
seamlessly across the stage.  The head judge asked them to spread out a bit
more, give themselves more room.  The audience screamed for more.  Back
double biceps.  Elbow to elbow five men across the stage looked like a
mountain range of arm muscle.  Five sets of huge peaks, split into
countless striations.  Thick forearms curled with ribbons of steel like
muscle.  Corded round heads of delts and traps.  Quarter turn to the right.
Side triceps and chest.  It was as if choreographed.  The five men hit
their poses in sequence - lightest to heaviest.  Tom's triceps was the size
of the lightest man's leg.

Red watched as Tom hit his pose and sucked in a deep breath.  Fuck.  His
dick started to stiffen.  Face front.  Most muscular.  Tom caught Eric's
face full of admiration and almost directing him through the poses.  He
felt his balls droop and dick stir.  No buzz.  No cue.  Each man hit the
crab shot and swiveled from side to side.  Red and Tom glanced at each
other and smiled.  Arm and leg pose.  Tom took a deep breath as the four
other men hit their poses.  He saw Red's strap sink down as the fat cock
thickened.  Tom shook his right leg, flexed it into deep cuts, and brought
his right arm up into a full flex and his left arm toward the center of his
body.  A center quickly filling with a big dick.  Oh fuck.  His posing
strap was pulling down and the outline of his PA was becoming more visible.

Face right, left triceps, chest pose.  The men turned.  Tom saw Red's strap
practically disappearing into the deep asscrack as he struggled to control
it and not flash the judges a naked butt.  Tom licked his lips, turned
toward the audience, smiled and threw them into hysterics with his pose.
Cheers flooded the hall.  Two more mandatory moves and the judges announced
the final posedown of 90 seconds.  The music started and the crowd went
crazy.  People were standing and yelling at the stage.  Everyone had their
favorites but the majority was screaming Tom's number.  Tom made sure he
posed with each man but saved Red for last.  The two men came together
stage left and gave the audience what they came to see.  Two freaky,
muscleheadz of unbelievable proportions squaring off and having a good, hot
time.

Both men were battling hardon's as their posing straps strained to contain
the impressive cocks and balls.  Tom and Red posed off each other,
occasionally letting their arms or legs touch which only sent the audience
further into frenzy.  The two men hit complimentary poses playing off each
other's proximity.  Tom turned to do a back double biceps; Red hit the same
pose only off toward one side with one knee flexed toward Tom's center.
Tom did a single arm flex on top of Red's head.  The two men did tri's side
by side.  Their musclehead buddies in the audience whooped.  The members
from the gym further back in the hall began chanting "Dog Pound, Dog
Pound."  The music stopped as the judges worked to get the men back in line
and the house to quiet down.  Finally, there was a break and the head judge
took the mike.

"Take the overall winner trophy to, number 12, Tom Bell."  The house came
down and Tom's buddies all hugged each other in the audience in
celebration.  Tom threw his hands up in celebration then went to
congratulate each man, except for Red.  At first a look of disbelief came
over Red's face but then Tom turned to him, picked him up and hugged him in
front of everyone.  Red kissed his neck on the side away from the audience.
Their cocks ground against each other as Tom let him down.  As Red crossed
behind him to go offstage, Tom slapped the hot ass.  By the time Red got
backstage his hard dick was just about out of his strap.  Sam handed him a
towel as it broke free.  The big man's eyes shot open as Red, red-faced
covered up.  Red noticed the huge bulge in Sam's jeans.

"This contest better end soon.  You two are way too hot.  I gotta get back
to my hotel room."

Tom posed with his trophy for the cameras then rushed back stage to hug Red
again.  As he dropped Red to the floor his own dick flopped free as Sam
stepped up to hide the view from cameras.

"OK, men, we need to arrange a picture session when you two aren't so
horny.  Tomorrow morning at 10 AM, OK?  Tom and Red nodded and rushed to
get their stuff and the meet their friends.  Red was handed several cards
from photographers as he walked out to the side steps to the hall.  His
dick was still bouncing in his strap and he found himself wishing he had
taken the time to throw his sweatpants back on.  The crowd congratulated
him as he wound his way through.  Each slap on the back made his dick
throb.  Darrell and Ron crunched him in a bearhug.  He quickly sat down and
pulled his sweats from his bad.  His big dick flopped out of the strap and
bounced between the oily, sweaty thighs.  He pulled the pants on and stood
up to receive more hand slaps from friends.  His dick poked out in the
front of the pants but was less noticeable in the loose material.

Eric walked over and extended his hand.  "Pretty awesome job there short
stuff." He leaned over a row of chairs to hug Red and the beefy muscle pup
tensed.  "What's wrong?"  Eric whispered.

"I am about to drop a load of two weeks worth of cum in my pants.  Just
being near you guys makes me hot.  Sorry.  Don't be pissed."  Eric laughed.

"I'm not.  Maybe you need to get your two happy dads back to the hotel
room."  Red's head bobbed enthusiastically as he slipped on a T-shirt.

"Get me out of here guys. We got us a date to get naked."  As Darrell led
them through the crowd, Red continued to get back and butt slaps of
congratulations.  He whimpered as his dick began to hurt.

Tom stood back stage and calmly gathered his stuff.  Sam walked over and
handed him a fistful of business cards.  "You're a big hit buddy."

Tom looked up from his crouching position at the big man's bulging crotch.
It was obvious Sam was hard and throbbing, he took the cards and put them
in the pocket of his jeans in the bag.

"Are you guys going out to celebrate?  I'd like to buy you a drink."

Tom flushed red.  "Not sure but I think we are going back to the hotel room
and fuck silly.  It's been two weeks."  Sam whimpered again, let out a low
breath and nodded his head.  A wet spot appeared on his jeans.  Tom
chuckled.  "How about tomorrow after the photo stuff we do lunch?"  Tom
looked up at Sam and noticed how closely he resembled Eric, the height
helping.  Sam nodded, put his clipboard in front of his basket and said
excuse me.

Tom gathered the rest of his stuff and headed out into the auditorium.
People congratulated him as he wove his way through the crowd leaving the
hall.  He had evidently been a popular choice and made a very favorable
impression.  As he got to his buddies, they all cheered and clapped.  He
smiled shyly and accepted their attention.  Darrell and Ron both waved at
him and gave him thumbs up signs.  Red was obviously in a hurry to get the
sex celebration started as he pulled at both men's arms.  Finally Tom was
face to face with Eric who's big face was beaming with pride.  Eric
extended his hand to congratulate Tom but the boy only brushed it aside.
He threw his thick arm around his lover and kissed him full on the mouth.
His friends cheered louder.

"Thank you sir."  Tom saw Sam on stage give him a thumb's up and smile.

"For what?"

"Believing in me.  Working with me. Caring."  Eric put his arm around his
beefy son and shook him.

"I'm only helping bring out the power that is within you.  The total Tom
Bell.  You're one helluva man."

Joe leaned in close and rubbed the back of his hand against Tom's growing
basket.  "And your manhood is about to escape."  Tom leaned over and pulled
on his sweats but not without the guys behind reacting to the ultimate
muscle butt.  The act of putting on a shirt sprung his cock free of the
posing strap and formed a healthy tent in the front of his pants.  "I think
you need to get this man back to the hotel room fast.  We'll save the
celebratory drink for another time."

"Thanks."  Tom picked up his bag and put his arm around Eric's waist.  The
two men walked up the aisle and out of the auditorium, each holding one of
Tom's trophies, as people looked on.  As they neared the main door a
familiar voice said congratulations.  The two men turned and in unison
said. "Woody?"  Eric's estranged brother, looking beefier and wearing the
T-shirt from one of the sponsors walked over.

"I know I am one of the last people you expected or wanted to see, but
believe it or not, I am legit and working for these folks.  I figured why
not put my hustling talents to work in an environment where I am surrounded
by the beef I like and well, the rest is working out for me."  They shook
hands and Woody handed Tom a card.  "They would like to talk to you about
an endorsement locally if you decide to stay on the bodybuilding bandwagon.
I'll let you guys go, good seeing you, and congratulations."  He walked
around the corner and was gone before they could respond.

It was two blocks back to the hotel and Tom covered it in record time.  As
the elevator doors closed, Tom sank against Eric and flexed his butt.

"Are you trying to come on to me?"  Eric wrapped his free hand around Tom's
chest and pinched a nip.  Tom moaned and ground his butt harder against
Eric's rising cock.  Their room was filled with congratulatory bottles of
wine and Champagne and obscene flower arrangements.  "Hmm, these bring a
whole new slant to the birds and bees thinking."

"They give me lots of ideas."  Eric only reacted with a quizzical look on
his face.  "Is there any reason you got us a suite with a huge bathroom
like we have at home?"

"Yep."  Eric pulled off Tom's T-shirt and ran his warm hands over Tom's
still oily body.  He lightly kissed Tom over and over as his hands pushed
the sweat pants from the huge round butt.  He cupped his hands over the
hard flesh and moaned.  "I know we did lots of touching these last two
weeks, but it feels like forever since I really held you."  Tom nodded his
head as Eric sucked down his tongue.  Tom kicked off his shoes and helped
Eric off with his snug T-shirt.  He felt Eric's hot, furry pecs rub against
his smooth chest and whimpered.  Eric turned him around and pushed him
toward the bathroom.  "Time to get you cleaned up son."  Tom stood in the
huge glass block shower and watched patiently as Eric pulled off his boots
and tight black jeans.  His big dick flopped out of his jock and swung
threateningly in front of him.  Tom adjusted the spray and temperature and
turned around to get scooped up into Eric's arms.

"We don't need this anymore either."  Eric removed the cock ring from
around Tom's extremely excited dick.  "You got excited and I never had to
push the button, hmmm."

"You knew that would happen, didn't you?"  Eric took a bottle of liquid
soap and lathered a wash cloth.  He began carefully scrubbing the oil and
tanning gel from Tom's super-pumped body.  As he washed, he would look up
and look into Tom's green eyes.

"Did you ever notice how in-sync we are?"  He got Tom's nips hard and
produced the rings he had to remove for the contest.  "That's better, very
hot.  They just dangle from those big pecs."  He would kiss Tom as he moved
over the man's body.  Tom relaxed in the big man's gentle touch.

"I notice more and more every day how connected we are, it's spooky at
times."

"How so?"  Eric sucked on the neck he had just washed and licked his way
back up to Tom's full lips.

"This is weird, but I think I know when you are thinking about me during
the day. I get a warm feeling, usually a hardon and intense need to be with
you."  Tom turned as Eric washed his back and down his legs.  His master
took advantage of the opportunity to drive his tongue into the deep muscle
butt.  "Then, when I get home, oh god that feels good, we talk about our
days, ahhhhhhhh, and.....I realize that....."

"That what?"  Eric soaped the huge cut quads and began lathering Tom's
balls.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, that...we were thinking, don't do that I'll cum, about each
other at the same time, oh fuck I need you on me and in me."

"One more really good lathering. Step forward from under the spray."  Eric
took his time lathering Tom's body completely until the young man was a
6'2" statue of soap bubbles.  Tom managed to get a handful of soap and took
advantage of stroking Eric's cock.  Eric pushed him back under the spray
and began kissing him long, hard and deeply.  The water stopped and Tom
opened his eyes.  Eric dried his boy and scooted him into the bedroom as he
toweled himself dry.  He found Tom face down on the bed, grinding his hard
dick into the mattress.  "Stop that."

He lay on top of Tom.  His hands ran up the thick arms to guide Tom's hands
to grip the iron headboard.  Tom took a grip as Eric ran his hands back
down under the smooth skin to focus on the hard nipples.  He kissed and bit
the back of Tom's neck as he twisted the nips into longer, harder points.
His legs pushed Tom's apart so his cock could wedge itself into the deep
asscrack.  Tom moaned, whimpered, groaned and begged.  "Please sir, it's
been two weeks, please fuck me."  Eric licked at the back of Tom's ears.
The hot breath only made Tom writhe more and pump his butt against the
marble hard cock.

"Ooommmmmmmmmmmm, ffffhhhhhgggggg, Tom.  As much as I wanted to do this
slowly, I can't, I gotta fuck ya. Now."  Eric reached over to the
nightstand, grabbed some lube and squeezed a generous amount into Tom's
butt.  Tom felt the fist-like head of Eric's dick push in and spread his
butt hole.  Two weeks seemed like an eternity.  The thick, long cock slid
in and Eric stopped.  He wrapped his arms around Tom and began humping the
rock hard butt.  Tom thrust his butt up to get as much of Eric's cock
inside as possible.  "Don't let go of the headboard son."  Eric pulled
forward and placed a hand on either side of Tom's head.  The battering ram
of a dick pistoned the firm flesh.  Tom panted and tried to push up
more. "Are you going to cum?"

"I'm trying to hold off but damn, you're hitting the right
spot. Fuuuuuuuucccccck."  Eric grabbed Tom and flipped back on his knees.
The man let go of the headboard and road Eric's dick like a puppet on a
stick.  Tom felt Eric's hand stroke his dick and his cum shoot out.  Two
hands caught the big load, spreading part of it on the panting chest and
feeding the rest to Tom.  The boy licked down the hot cum and growled.
"You didn't cum."  Eric shook his head no.  He stood up, pulled Tom toward
the bottom of the king-sized bed and raised the 30"quads into the air.  Tom
grabbed the monstrous dick and guided it back into his ass.  Within
seconds, his own dick was rock hard again and slapping off his tight abs.
He swore Eric's big dick had gotten bigger and had to be 16 inches inside
his hungry ass.  Eric pushed Tom's legs apart and rammed the bodybuilder
who only an hour or so before was strutting that butt for everyone to see.

Tom locked onto Eric's eyes and watched the steely blue orbs stare back at
him.  His hands found Eric's own hard tits in the chest hair and pulled.
He twisted the inch long tips until Eric was growling between clenched
teeth.  The big muscle corded arms, now on either side of Tom's head
wobbled.  "Fill me sir."

"Oh fuck that's sweet."  Eric slammed his cock into Tom to his balls
bending the man over in half.  Tom felt wave after wave of hot juice fill
his ass and begin to ooze out. "Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum, don't
cum."  Eric pulled his dick from Tom's butt, threw Tom's legs back down and
straddled the confused man.  He impaled his own hard ass so quickly on
Tom's cock, all Tom could do was let out a loud breath.  Eric pistoned the
big dick until Tom thought the bed would vibrate apart.  "Now son, now."
Tom let another load of his cum fill Eric's ass.  The big man pushed down
on the big dick sending another load shooting straight up from his dick
again.  Thick gobs of cum rained down on Tom's chest as the two men laughed
at their own silliness.  Eric moved to get up.

"No don't."  Tom worked himself into a sitting position so he could kiss
his lover while his dick stay buried.  The two men embraced and kissed more
passionately than ever.

"Oh Tom I love you, I need you more each day."  Tom was about to say
something when a scream from across the hall jolted them out of their
sexual high.

"I think Red just got over his two weeks without sex."

To be continued, comments - suggestions?		Lennoxbear@aol.com