Date: Thu, 3 May 2001 15:34:59 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 26

G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 26		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.


Bob sat impatiently at the red light drumming his fingers on the steering
wheel and glancing at the package sitting on the passenger seat.  He had
begged the afternoon off to do some shopping and was eager to get to the
store to meet Dave.  They had agreed to meet for their usual workout but he
was having serious second thoughts now, as he pulled at the crotch in his
snug jeans to make room for his growing dick.

It had been a beautiful fall afternoon with bright sunshine and low
humidity.  The kind of day the two men enjoyed for running after their
workout.  They enjoyed running as their cardio and today would have been
perfect. Except he had something else in mind for their cardio workout.  As
he rounded the corner on the street where Dave's store was located, he
frowned at the lack of parking.  The street had sprouted trendy shops and
restaurants almost overnight and Dave's natural foods and supplements store
fit right in. Dave's business was booming.  Dave had been struggling to
handle things himself but was now faced with the need to hire at least one
clerk and a part-time bookkeeper.

Bob got really pissed off as a delivery truck double-parked in front of the
store blocking the traffic lane.  He swung his truck out around the van and
turned the corner to luckily find a parking space.  Something about the
driver made him take note.  He stood around the corner and watched the man
shuffle boxes inside the cargo bay.  He fit the description of the man who
had sort of, maybe forced sex on Dave.  Fortunately, this time there
weren't many boxes and he couldn't leave his truck double-parked for long
without the police hassling him.  Bob thought about a quick call to Vic but
decided not to get the sex-crazed cop all wound up.  He watched the driver
reach into his snug uniform pants and rearrange the prominent basket into
an obscene bulge down his left pant leg.  The man pushed the dolly toward
the door and entered Dave's store.

Bob pretended to window shop in front of the next couple of stores to let
some time pass and then stood casually outside Dave's window as the
delivery man joked with Dave.  Things seemed to be OK and Bob stayed coolly
outside.

Dave felt his stomach do a flip-flop as the door opened and he recognized
the truck driving sex partner from a week earlier.  His reaction over
hurting Bob was foremost in his mind.  His dick, however, felt differently.
He kept the driver carefully away by keeping the counter or other boxes
between them.  The man's scent made him hungry for Bob. The big dick in his
jeans began to lazily come to life.  The man waited patiently as Dave
finished with a couple of customers to have his paperwork signed.  He
didn't miss an opportunity to hit on Dave and groped the young man's butt
and balls.  As good as the hot heavy hand felt on his body, Dave was in no
mood to jeopardize his relationship.  The man angled his body between Dave
and the counter so he couldn't help but brush against the older man's stiff
prick.  The two men jostled as Dave fought to regain control over the
situation.  Where was a customer when you needed one?

The bells on the front door jingled and Dave breathed a sigh of relief.
The truck driver backed off a step. Dave turned and recognized one of the
Dog Pound's bigger specimens.  The guy was huge and always spent a fortune
in the store.  He immediately waved hello and began chatting with Dave.
Dave excused himself to help his customer.  The truck driver smirked,
picked up his forms and headed out the door.  He slid the door of his
delivery rig aside and lifted the dolly into the back.  A large, muscular,
leather-jacketed arm reached out and pulled him up into the truck.

The driver could barely make out the features of the leather-clad man in
the dimly lit cargo hold.  The man was wearing a biker's cap and jacket
over an extremely furry and heavily muscled chest, no shirt, and just a
leather harness.

"Expecting another little tip for your delivery service buddy?"  The driver
croaked out hot air as the forearm against his throat pushed him back
against the side of the truck.  The other hand had a vise-like grip on his
nuts.  "You make sexual advances at every stop?  And does your wife know?"

"Who the fuck are you and how'd you get in here?"  The driver pushed back
but the beefy man didn't budge.  The hot scent of leather filled the truck
as the door slid closed.

"Let's just say that I'm a friend of the guy whose balls you just groped
and whose ass you fucked a few days ago.  I own that ass fuckface."

"Shit.  You the lover?"

"Maybe.  What's it to ya?"  The driver shook his head and put his hands up
in defeat.  "Good.  If you ever try to force anything on my buddy again,
I'll have your ass in a sling and you'll be sorry you gotta dick.  By the
way, you should close the side door more securely when you make a delivery.
Now get the fuck outa here."  The driver breathed a sigh of relief as his
assailant moved toward the front of the truck to leave.  He panicked when
he realized everyone was going to see this leather freak get out of his
truck.  "Oh, and you probably shouldn't leave your license information on
the clipboard hangin' from the dash here.  Never know when someone might
send a message to your wifey. Now move."  The driver watched the big man
stand on the sidewalk as he roared down the street.  The neatly trimmed
reddish beard and red furry chest shone in the late afternoon sun.  The
driver quickly turned the corner then grabbed his throbbing dick as his
load soaked through the front of his pants.

Dave was casually chatting with his customer as he rang up the big sale.
He didn't recognize Bob at first in the leather when the door opened.  The
guy from the gym did.  The man whistled as Bob sauntered toward the
counter.  The chaps Bob had quickly pulled on shoved his basket out, front
and center in the faded jeans.  The jacket was a little warm but Bob liked
the feel and look.

"Fuck, you gay guys really dress cool.  My girlfriend would freak if I
dressed like that."

Bob shook the guy's big meaty hand and smiled.  "Maybe you need to get
yourself a boyfriend."

"Nah, not my bag, at least I don't think it is."  Dave and Bob looked at
each other.  The guy picked up his numerous bags and headed toward the
door.  "See ya at the gym Dave, thanks.  Whoa, hot outfit Bob.  Awesome."
The door closed as Dave stood blinking at Bob.  "It is closing time right?"
Bob walked over and locked the door.  "We're skipping the gym, put these
on."  He handed Dave the bag he had been carrying.  Dave looked inside at
all the leather articles and toys.

"You've been shopping."  Dave stepped into the backroom and stripped.  He
struggled to get his muscular frame into the tight leather and fit his
stiff prick into the leather jeans.

"Yep.  Hope you like." He flipped the door sign to 'Closed.'  "And I had a
little talk with the delivery dude, he won't be trying anything smart
again."  Bob walked into the back room and scanned the young man in leather
jeans, harness, boots and cap.  "Oh damn.  I thought we could give the
suits a thrill at happy hour today.  We're not gonna make it."  He snapped
the front of Dave's harness into place, tugged the young man against him
and slammed their mouths together.  "Well, we're not gonna MAKE it to the
bar.  We are gonna need to make it now."

Tom Pratt sat on the edge of Red's bed and held his friend's hand.  The
doctor had just given him the news that he had another cancerous lesion
that would require a deeper second surgery.  Red didn't seem to take relief
in the fact that they were catching them early and that the other numerous
growths weren't cancerous.  Red was more upset about the interruption in
his workout routine but Pratt quickly pointed out the things he would be
able to do in a week once the other stitches were removed.  "Come on, let's
go for a walk to get you moving and get your mind off of things."  Darrell
and Ron had brought Baggies over for Red to wear.  It was an odd outfit of
baggy gym pants and hospital gown covering an obvious muscle-packed body.
The two men walked through the hospital and discussed Red's options.  As
they came around full circle to his room again, they came face to face with
the orderly who had given Red the expert sponge bath.

"Ah, Greg.  Would you mind helping Red get to the showers tonight?  I think
he'd appreciate a shower instead of a sponge bath from one of the nurses."
The young man blushed slightly and glanced at Red.

"Sure thing, Dr. Pratt.  I'll come get him right after dinner, then he can
relax for the evening."  Red walked back into his room.

"Thanks.  His mood isn't the greatest so try to cheer him up a bit.  His
friends probably won't be in until later after their workout at the gym."
Greg nodded as the doctor went down the hall to check on his next patient.

As promised, Red's tray had no sooner been removed than Greg entered the
room with a wheelchair and towel.  Red chuckled and swung his legs over the
side of the bed.  "So, Doc Pratt doesn't know about your special sponge
baths, does he?"

"No sir.  You aren't going to tell him are you?"

Red flopped into the wheelchair.  "I have a cancerous lesion.  I'm not
mental.  OK, well, I'm depressed but I ain't stupid.  Does he know, um,
you're uh........"

"No he doesn't.  Why?"

"Oh, no reason."  Greg whisked Red down the hall to a private shower
room. He parked the chair in front of the last stall and walked back to
lock the door.  "Give us a little more privacy."

Red got up to remove his shirt.  "A bit chilly in here.  I appreciate you
wheeling me down here.  I could have walked."

"Hospital policy."  Greg turned on two other shower stalls.  "The steam
will help warm up the room.  How can I help you warm up?"

"I'm OK.  I just appreciate being able to take a shower.  I mean, I enjoyed
the sponge bath you gave me but, no offense, there's nothing like a good
hot shower."  Greg wheeled the chair out of the way as Red turned to drop
his Baggies.  Greg turned on the water in the shower for him then slowly
turned to unbutton his shirt.  Red watched as the orderly slowly revealed
his lean furry athletic body.  "Um."

"I could be fired for this but I'm hoping you won't say anything."  He
pressed his soft furry chest against Red's hard, smooth muscular one and
pulled them together.  The tiled room began to fill with steam.  Red gave
in to the hot mouth and tongue.  "And please don't get the wrong idea. I
don't go around doing this, but I've never had a patient like you before."
Red undid the man's pants and slid them down over the round bubble butt.  A
more than adequate cock sprung up bouncing against Red's already turgid
rod.  Red dropped to his knees and swallowed the stiff prick in one breath.
"Uh, buddy, I'm supposed to be helping you."

"Just returning the favour.  And besides, if anyone says anything you can
honestly say I sucked your cock first."  Greg felt his cock being sucked
deep into Red's throat as he struggled to kick off his shoes and get
completely out of his pants.  He had to bite his lips to keep form cumming
as Red expertly serviced the horny orderly.  Red let the cock flop from his
mouth to give some attention to the fat nuts.  He slowly got back up and
pulled him into the shower.  "It's still growing?"

"Uh, maybe this is a bit too much." Greg hesitantly stepped under the
steamy water with Red.  "I am supposed to help you with the shower, oh
shit."  Red's mouth clamped over the furry left nipple.

Red handed him a washcloth and soap.  "So get me..........lathered."  Greg
slowly, sensuously washed the short beefy muscle pup.  Red moaned as the
orderly expertly attended to his body.  He turned to give the orderly
access to his best asset.  Red moaned even deeper as the warm water and
slippery soap allowed the man's hands to send chills through his sensitive
body.  Greg washed the thickly muscled legs and moved back up to Red's hot
ass.  Red bent slightly forward, braced his arms against the tile wall and
pushed back skewering himself on the stiff prick.

"Oh man.  I'm not sure now is a good time for me to be fucking you."

"I do.  Work that damned soap into my ass and get me really clean.  Greg
bit the back of his neck as he wrapped his arms around the broad chest.
His fingers twisted the long hard nipples as Red pushed further back.  "Go
ahead, buddy, fuck me hard."  Hot water splashed over the two men as the
room became dense with steam.  Greg's hands ran over Red's tightly muscled
back and down to grip the small waist.  Red bent forward a bit more to
Greg's amazement.  He seemed to be able to fuck the hot ass even deeper.
He arched his back and slammed his prick into the eager man.

Red felt his muscles bounce with each deep thrust at his ass.  He leaned
his left forearm against the wall and began pounding his own hard dick. His
balls flopped from side to side and back and forth with each hit against
his butt.  Greg's tempo increased as his balls churned for release.  He
gripped Red's waist and grunted a few more times.  His cock slid out and
sent waves of cum up onto the wide back.  Red straightened and leaned back.
Greg's arms encircled him as his hands once again found the long nipples.
Red threw his head back and let his cum splash against the wall.  The two
men rubbed slippery bodies together and rinsed away the cum.  Red turned
off the shower as Greg staggered to the other two jets.  The steam slowly
began to dissipate in the humid room.

He handed Red a towel and helped dry the patient's back.  Red returned the
favour by helping to dry Greg's furry body.  Red began to chuckle.  "So how
are you going to explain our soggy clothes?"

"Hey, occupational hazard when you help someone shower.  I have a change in
my locker."  The two men kissed deeply.  Greg panicked and looked at his
watch. "Whew, that only took 45minutes."

"Not nearly enough."  Red sat back in the damp wheelchair for the ride back
to his room.

"Look, I know you have those two big beefy lovers.  They aren't going to
beat me up are they?"  Red shook his head no as they entered his room and
found Darrell and Ron sitting and waiting.  Greg mumbled under his breath
as the two men kissed Red and glanced up at the soggy orderly.  They
introduced themselves and shook hands.  He quickly helped Red toward the
bed and got him dry clothes.  Darrell looked from one to the other as the
orderly quickly completed his task in the room.  Red was chatting with Ron
and waved goodnight to Greg.  The frazzled orderly backed out of the room
with the wheelchair and headed down the hallway.

"Greg, wait up."  Darrell's voice followed him and a big beefy hand closed
over the wet shoulder.  "Thanks for helping Red.  He seems to be much
happier now.  He can be quite a handful in this mood."

"Well, it's normal for people to have some depression with these cancer
problems."

Darrell leaned close and Greg's heart leaped to his throat.  "I ain't
talking the skin thing.  I'm talking about the man being perpetually horny.
Thanks.  Here.  Hope we can all be friends."  Greg looked at what was in
his hand. Darrell's business card with home address and phone printed on
the back.  "I think you'll find us very friendly."  The big man smiled
evilly and turned back toward Red's room.  Greg watched the tall, muscular
black man and how his body filled his clothes.  His own damp clothes
suddenly felt very restrictive as his body reacted to the Darrell's
hyper-masculinity.

He ducked into the locker room to find dry clothes for the rest of his
shift.  The cool air of the locker room hit his raw nipples.  They reacted
by instantly getting erect to match his dick.  He pulled on a backup
uniform and turned to find Tom Pratt leaning against the doorway.

"Thanks, for helping Red, he's a personal friend and I just want to make
sure he gets good service."

"I do my best sir."

"Judging from the smile I saw just now as I walked past his room, I'd say
you outdid yourself."  Greg looked up slowly at the beefy medical man.  He
had sat down to tie his shoes and the doctor towered over him. "I always
hear good things about you, but Red seems to be especially happy."

"Good.  That's nice to hear."

"Look, I'm having some friends over for dinner Sunday.  Sort of our way of
celebrating the Folsum Street Fair since we can't be there.  Here's the
address.  I hope you can join us.  You do know what Folsum is?"

"Uh, yes sir, but I..."

"Good, then you'll be there.  And it's leather or shirtless."  Greg stood
idly looking at the second address card he had been given in 10 minutes.

"But.  Dr. Pratt?"  Tom stopped on his way out of the locker room.  "How'd
you know?"

"I'm a doctor.  I have to be observant.  Besides, I saw you coming out of
the bar last weekend.  My lover's restaurant is right down the street.  I
think it's important to have like-minded friends at work, and I know you
only moved here a couple of months ago.  So, I thought maybe you might like
to increase your circle of acquaintances."

"I appreciate that."

"Fine then, we'll see you Sunday."  Greg fell against the lockers as the
doctor left the room.  He adjusted his hard cock and checked to see how
obvious it was under the smock shirt.  His heart felt lighter as he
reported back to his station and continued his duties for the evening.

Tom had carefully packed his bags and spent a quiet evening having dinner
and talking with Nick.  His business meetings in LA had been more than
rewarding. He sent signed contracts back to Marsh and Jack.  Eric would be
happy to see the new contracts and know they had successfully completed
their first West Coast business.  Everything he had had to do for the house
was completed.  By the time he got back home their new house would be
two-thirds finished.  The thought of a new home with Eric both excited and
depressed him.  The current home represented a turning point in his
life. And was the beginning of his life with Eric.  As sad as he was in
leaving that behind, the new house represented a home they had built
together, much like their relationship.

He passionately kissed Nick goodbye the next morning as he left for the
airport and the quick flight to San Francisco.  Nick hadn't pushed sex
again since their little phone romp with Eric.  Tom looked back at the big
man as he drove away.  He made a mental note to invite him to their
Christmas house warming.  The flight to San Francisco was uneventful as he
squeezed his large frame in to the coach seat.  Marsh had frowned over the
reservation but Tom was insistent that he didn't need first class on such a
short trip.  Besides, the flight attendants were more than happy to make
him comfortable.  The two young men couldn't seem to stop staring at the
straining t-shirt and snug jeans.  It didn't make much difference.  No
matter what Tom wore, there was no hiding the magnificent body.

He claimed his luggage in San Francisco and picked up yet another Sebring
convertible.  He relaxed and enjoyed the drive into the city, up Market to
the Castro and the small apartment hotel where they were staying.  The
swarms of men enjoying the warm September day only made him anxious for
Eric's arrival, still a couple of hours off.  Tom smiled cordially as the
desk clerk registered him and tried not to stare.  He inquired about the
additional bags Eric was to have shipped but they had not arrived.  The
bellhop struggled with Tom's bags as he followed him to the room.  Tom
offered to carry his shoulder bag but the athletic young man seemed intent
at impressing Tom with his strength.  It got him a generous tip.  Although,
Tom decided he would have turned down the money for an opportunity for sex.
A quick glance at his watch told him he had about three hours to kill
before Eric arrived.  Time to change clothes, go have coffee and maybe do
some window-shopping.

He chose a simple Dog Pound Gym pullover, good for promoting his business,
black denim shorts and tennis shoes.  No sense in pushing the envelope too
much.  As he got dressed, he realized the draperies in the room would not
close. No matter.  If someone wanted to see them naked, so be it.  He
checked the angle of how the bed sat in the room and was glad to see their
sex romps would not be easily visible.  The warm sun felt good as he
sauntered toward 18th street for coffee.  He almost wished he had shaved
his head and beard to take full advantage of the sun but the full furry
look had not been one he had used in this city.

As he paid for his coffee, he picked up a local gay newspaper and claimed a
corner table. The better to see outside and enjoy the view.  Several men
vied for his attention but he only smiled back and enjoyed his leisure.  He
searched the paper for shops where they might find items for the house and
made a note to find the winery where they had gone on the first trip
together to California.  Still plenty of time, he made a quick trip to
Gold's to buy them passes to workout during their visit and a stop into
Virgin Records for some new music to enjoy.  Only one thing remained, to
find a wine shop and something special to start their vacation.  Memories
of P-town a couple of months before came back as he wandered the street.
And with those memories a stiffer dick and swelling nuts.  Tom checked his
reflection in a store window and tried not to think of Eric.  His dick was
too anxious.

He purchased three bottles of wine. Only one place h checked carried
offerings from the vineyard with they playful owner. He headed back to the
apartment to wait for Eric.  As good as a hot shower would feel, it would
feel better with Eric to share it.  He opened the doors on the balcony
overlooking the Castro and the rest of San Francisco.  A warm gentle breeze
filled the room and he suddenly felt very peaceful.  Pulling off his shirt
he tossed it over a chair and went into the small kitchen area for a wine
bottle opener.  The place was completely furnished with that one exception.
The front desk clerk assured him someone would bring one up right away.
Tom reassured the clerk things were fine and that he could easily come down
to the front desk to get one.  He wanted to keep moving to keep from dozing
off.  He picked up his shirt but decided why bother in this city.  The
elevator took awhile to reach him and the desk clerk and staff wasn't quite
ready for his shirtless arrival.

They stared at the broad furry pecs and nipple rings as he chuckled.  "I
bet you get guys in here all the time with piercings."

"Yes sir, but none quite your size.  Do you compete?"

"Only one contest so far.  I want to do more."

"You won?"  One of the clerks looked at his co-worker in disdain as if
there was any doubt.

"As a matter of fact, I did.  It was fun. Well, I'm going to go back
upstairs and open my wine.  Get in the mood for the weekend festivities."

"Oh, Mr. Bell.  Your other cases arrived.  I sent them up in the service
elevator. We had them delivered to your room."

"Great.  Only one more package to arrive."  The desk clerk continued to
stare and his assistant hit him again.  Tom just laughed and thanked them.
He took the small quaint elevator back to their floor and made a note that
they would also have to use the service elevator when they checked out.
One of the clerks was bustling down the hall from the direction of their
apartment when he stepped from the elevator.  The nicely built man licked
his lips when he saw Tom.

"Good afternoon, sir.  You gentlemen will be getting a lot of attention at
the fair, for sure."  He let his eyes wander over Tom's buff body and
continued down the hall.

Tom smiled pleasantly then stopped to look back the clerk.  "Gentlemen?"
Tom found his comment odd as he unlocked the door.  The dim late afternoon
sun was filtering through the balcony doors.  Tom paused in the doorway as
the shadow of a man stood slightly to one side holding Tom's shirt.  "Could
I help you?"  The heavy scent of leather hit him as the tall figure turned
and stepped toward him.  Tom took a slight step backwards in the open door.
The man was wearing full leather, boots, uniform pants, shirt, Sam Brown
and cap.

"I don't know.  What can you do for me?"  Tom took a deep breath then
sighed as he looked up into Eric's steely blue eyes.  The big man grabbed
the waistband of Tom's shorts, pulled him against him and crushed their
lips together.  Tom's shorts fell to the floor as Eric manhandled his boy's
muscular body.  "Hmm, what's this?  A bottle opener and a big stiff prick.
Works for me."  He pushed the door closed behind Tom and sucked hard on the
man's neck.  The big rough hands squeezed the massive muscle butt.

"That silly desk clerk never said you had arrived and were down stairs
changing."  Eric smothered Tom with kisses and hot hands.

"What changing?"  He stepped back and spun around like a big leather model.
"I made the trip dressed like this.  I figured why not?  I'm coming out
here for this big leather festival, so why not advertise?"  He took the
bottle opener from the bewildered Tom's hand and walked over to the bottle
of wine.  "I mean, Bill and Steve had a moment of embarrassment, then
explained to everyone that I was their manager.  Not one person blinked
after that."

"Damn you're hot"

Eric smiled as he handed Tom a glass of wine.  "Yes.....I am.  So, help
your Dad out of his leather and let's get comfortable."

"The hell with comfortable.  I want you to fuck me."  Eric pushed his cap
lower over his eyes.  "Um, sir.  Fuck me please sir."

"That's better."  Tom undid the snap on the Sam brown and slowly unsnapped
the tight leather shirt.  He peeled it back to reveal his master's broad
expansive chest.  Tom sucked one then the other nipple as he unbuttoned the
pants.  "I missed you Tom.  I don't know if you understand how much."  The
two men locked in a deep passionate embrace in front of the open balcony
doors as San Francisco bustled around their hotel.

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