Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2001 15:05:14 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 30

G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 30			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.

"Unnh, unnh, unnh."

Outlines from hot hands faded on the cool wooden headboard.  Fingers
grasped at bed sheets to keep from being pounded across and off the edge of
the bed.  The hard round bubble butt pushed back into the air as the big
cock pummeled the hot hole. The enormity of the stiff flesh stretched the
eager flesh.  Rough, callused hands dug into the tight waist and pulled the
limp receptive bottom man back to the middle of the bed.  Thick, heavily
veined and muscled arms planted themselves on either side of the dazed
man's head to keep the man's body in place.

Neither man had taken time to completely undress.  Workboots met sneakers
in an effort to brace legs from the continuing ass fuck.  The waistband of
a black jock strap stretched as the fucking stallion used it to hold his
prey.  A T-shirt remained around the taunt arm of the drooling man
receiving the attention of the hard one-eyed monster.  A black pullover
fell to the floor as the bed bounced with the relentless onslaught.  Change
tingled to the floor from the pocket of a pair of jeans.

Sweat dripped from the man focused on driving his dick deeper into the hot
ass of his lover.  Suddenly the tone changed as the thick arms moved from
either side of the man's head to close around the muscular athletic waist.
The thick sinewy furry arms lifted the muscular man.  A hand slipped under
the jock to tighten around the stiff prick of the moaning fuckee.

"Shit."  The final thrusts slammed deep into its target.  "Jesus, I think
the rubber broke."

The grip on the jock cock tightened as hot cum flooded out and over the
furry wrist and forearm.  "Damn, I feel it.  Good grief, stop.  Your cum is
filling my ass."

"Can't....stop....now.  Unnh, unnh."  Beef crushed onto beef as the two men
slumped into a sweaty cum fest.

"Yurcrudjngm."

"What?"

"You're crushing me, get off.  Did the rubber really break?  No, don't pull
out yet.  Damn."  A loud, sucking, slurping noise accompanied the still
hard log as it pulled free from it's mooring.

"Yeah, sorry.  Cum is like oozing from you buddy, hold on."  The bed rocked
as the big man jumped up to get tissues.

"No harm done."  Their hot mouths crushed together in a long deep kiss.
Tim looked up into Sonny's handsome sun and weather worn face A face right
at home on the most testosterone laden construction sites.  "I'm already
poz, not like it makes a difference."

"Well, no, but I tend to cum in buckets and it does make a mess."

Tim chuckled and rolled onto his back.  He reached over the end of the bed
and groped for a towel.  "Tell me.  I have this hot, full feeling in my
ass."

"Well, we're getting better.  Since we broke the sex barrier, we almost got
completely undressed before I raped you."  Tim wiped his cum from Sonny's
furry arm.  "And we made it into the bedroom this time."

"Yeah, the little old lady across the courtyard still isn't talking to me
since we did the nasty in the kitchen."

"You think we should apologize?"

"And just how do you open that conversation? Excuse me, Mrs. Murphy, but I
want to say I'm sorry for your seeing my lover fuck the shit out of me on
the kitchen table the other day."  The two men hugged and giggled as they
rolled around the disheveled bed in a combination hug, wrestling hold.
Sonny slipped his tongue deep into Tim's willing mouth.

"You called me your lover."

"You bet I did.  You're crushing me again.  You don't have any clue how
strong you are, do you?  Not that I am complaining, I love the bearhug, but
the ribs are cracking. You hungry?"  Sonny nodded as he licked the side of
Tim's neck.  "You hard."  Another nod.  Tim pulled his legs up and over to
expose his slick hole.  So what's another fuck before dinner?  Climb on
fucker."

Richard and Dell neatly collated the papers on the cafe counter while
sipping protein shakes.  Darrell sauntered toward them from the free weight
rooms.  His sweat soaked tank top clung to the thick chest and abs.  The
deep muscles were outlined in the wet cotton.  His shorts bearly contained
the long ebony cock as it pushed against the sopping wet material.  A towel
draped around his neck didn't seem to be able to keep up with the sweat
from the tall, muscular man.  The rich blackness of his skin shone like a
highly polished surface.

"Hey buds, how goes it?  I know it's late but do I have time to shower
before you throw me out?"

Dell smirked as he tossed a bottle of water to his buddy.  "We're just
going to lock the door and leave you alone to deal with Red."

"Where is he anyway?  And is he behaving himself, not working out too
heavily?  You know how much he's been whining to be able to lift heavy
again."

Richard stood up and stretched his lean frame.  The older man's body
concealed his age.  "He's been behaving himself reasonably well.  Bored to
tears, but he really has things hopping here.  And at the other gym.  Opens
in two more weeks ya know."

Darrell took a long drink.  "Yeah, red's all excited.  You guys finalize
the cafe plans yet?"

"Yep, and the new restaurant, diner, whatever with Dan.  It's gonna be
really cool.."  Dell turned off the backlights in the cafe and pushed
Richard toward the door.  "We're meeting with architects for the design and
will work out financing when Eric gets back on Monday.  When Eric puts
something on fast forward though, it is really hard keeping up.  Guess I'll
have to bribe Tom to keep him busy."

Darrell laughed.  "That won't take much."

Richard and Dell stumbled against each other as they walked toward the
door.  "Well, guy, you're on your own with Red.  And Ron."

Darrell looked confused.  "Ron's still here? Where?"

"Where do you think?  I hope you're up to a good workout in the steamroom."

"Uh, oh.  Maybe I'll just sneak out now."

"Oh no, we're locking you in from the outside."  Richard locked the door
and Darrell stood inside looking like a lamb about to be led to slaughter.
He waved weakly at them, turned and headed down to the lockeroom.  Half the
lights were already turned off as the tall beefy black man stripped and
headed to the showers.  He heard a muffled noise from the steam room and
figured he had better check on his lovers.  A thick, cloud of steam
billowed from the room as he opened the door and entered.  He couldn't
remember the room ever being this thick with hot steam.  The wet heat
enveloped his body and made his skin tingle.  He had to put out his hand to
find a wall.  The clouds of steam kept his vision to about a foot.  A hot
wet chest met his hand.  He felt the familiar beefy pecs of the shorter,
stockier Ron and pinched a nipple.

"'Bout fucking time dude."  Darrell couldn't see more than six inches
through the hot wet steam.  Clouds enveloped his body, stinging his
well-worn nipples and causing his dick to grow.  A hot mouth clamped over
his right tit and sucked hard.  He closed his arm around his long-term
partner. Ron nursed the wet tit knowing how the action would go directly to
the big man's cock and balls.  Darrell took two more steps without Ron
losing the suction on his chest.  Another set of hands and a hot mouth were
suddenly behind him on the floor.  They roamed up the thick smooth legs of
the tall black man, massaging the tight angular muscles.  A tongue traced
droplets of water down the thick thighs over the wide diamond shaped calves
to the arching insteps of his feet.  It slowly worked its way back up to
become buried between the round hard glutes.  He moaned as the tongue
forced it's way deep into his tight butt hole.

Ron, and he assumed Red, slowly moved him a couple more steps toward the
corner and the tile benches.  His mind whirled at the thought of fucking
his short beefy lover in the dense heat.  Another mouth closed over his
stiff trembling cock.  He was about to ask who, when he recognized Red's
wet smiling face in front of his and felt the passion of the kiss pressing
into his lips.  He brought his left hand up to caress the little man's
smooth shaved head.  It suddenly occurred to him that there were three men
working his sex-charged body.  Another mouth clamped onto his left tit.
Shit, four.  He felt a stiff beard, Bob?

His body was suddenly being lifted by, how many, five men?  The sexual
passion filling his mind in the shadowy steam overtook his needs.  His eyes
closed as the hot hands and mouth carried him to a pleasure he hadn't
experienced in some time.  Two eager mouths were working his cock; another
was eating his asshole.  Two men sucked his now burning tits.  His arms
went out and fell against two more men who seemed to be as much into the
hot steamy sex as the group assaulting his body were.

The steam continued to billow into the dark tiled room.  Now he knew why
Richard and Dell smirked when they had left.  They knew Red and Ron had
planned a sexual ambush.  The hot hands turned him over and lifted him.
Like a group of medics, they lowered him into place.  His cock was directed
into a tight slippery asshole.  The moaning told him it was Red.  A thick
long cock was slipped into his mouth as Red sucked the big low hanging
balls from below.  Whose dick was this?  He felt the tongue leave his ass
and be replaced by a large round object.  A dick was about to fill his
butt.  Pain shot threw his back as the feeling of being fucked took over.
His ass had been virgin territory since the time Red had entered their
lives.  Still, all he could do was moan and groan as the cock filling his
mouth battered his throat and his own dick was swallowed in the tight heat
of Red's body.  Hands came and directed his to two more stiff pricks.  It
was like being suspended in a sexual haze.  He lost his ability to think as
the thought of sex with five, or was it six men, took over.

The steam room drama continued until his ass had been fucked by at least
four of the men.  His mouth tasted too many cocks to count.  But Red
remained the foundation under him, as he pistoned the eager ass.  He
finally reached a breaking point, no longer able to distinguish his sweat
from the steam.  His nuts screamed as he unleashed what had to be the
biggest load of spunk he had let go in some time.  Suddenly it was raining.
Hot thick globs of cum covered him.  Whoever was fucking his ass, left it
splattered with a copious thick load.  He was lifted by the quiet hands
again and left face down on the wet tile.  Several minutes passed before he
could move from what had to have been an hour in the steam.  He got up on
his wobbly legs and headed to the community shower.

The large tiled room echoed with running water and men's voices.  He stood
in the doorway and watched for a few seconds as the men all slowly turned
to smile at him.  Red had the biggest evil grin of all.  He tried to attach
actions to cocks down his throat or up his ass.  As he walked into the
center of the showers, they all started to stroke their dicks.  His own
prize black tool bounced proudly before him.

"Yous sure one hot piece of black azz, buddy."  Ron slipped his arm around
his lover's waist and continued to stroke his dick.  Darrell couldn't
speak.  The men gather round each with one arm around the other's waist as
they stroked hard cocks with their free hands.  He studied the quiet faces
of Joe, Vic, Dave, Bob, Ron and Red.  Seven more loads of manjuice washed
down the shower drains as the men quietly got off.

"OK, one more question.  Who among you fucked this hot ass?"  Five hands
went up.  He looked down at the array of thick cocks.  Just wanted to clear
that up."  He ran a hand over the smooth black muscle butt and made a
hissing sound. "Hot stuff."

Tom celebrated his luck of finding a parking place on the side of their
apartment hotel. He had dropped Eric off at a friend's office so he could
do some work on the projects Marsh had faxed to him.  Tom was hoping to
pack and ship two of their suitcases back separately and not have to check
them on the plane and explain why they were leaving with more stuff once
again.  He saluted the Sebring and walked briskly to the front door.  He
fumbled with his large cup of coffee as he unlocked the security door.
Bill and Steve were in the lobby talking with two hot men they had picked
up the night before.  Tom was about to introduce himself when the building
shook with the vibration of metal hitting metal outside.

The men ran outside to find Tom's rental car, and one other, now smashed by
a runaway garbage truck.  Tom looked at the mangled twist of metal that had
passed for a convertible two minutes earlier.  He counted his blessings to
have gotten out of it in time.  The garbage truck driver seemed to be
screaming that the cars had attacked his truck as two wailing police cars
arrived along with a growing throng of people.  Two cops worked to keep
traffic from getting snarled on the narrow street while two others tried to
get a coherent story from the agitated garbage truck driver.  They asked
who owned the two cars and Tom raised his hand.  The truck driver seemed to
quiet down looking at Tom's beefy presence.

Tom explained it was a rental car and ran up to the room to retrieve the
paperwork and to call Eric.  He could see the crumpled cars from their
window as he called Eric.  It took a minute for them to find him and Tom
could see the cops radioing for support as the driver got more bent out of
shape.  He finally heard Eric's voice at the other end asking what's up?

"Um, you know how we had hoped to ship a couple of suitcases out today,
well, it may not happen.  A garbage truck sort of ran over the car."

"What?  Are you OK?  Are you hurt?  Where are you?"

"Calm down, I'm fine.  I'm calling from the hotel room. I wasn't in the car
when the truck hit it outside our hotel.  It's creamed and I have to call
the rental company.  They'll be so happy."

"You're sure you're all right?"  Tom could hear the concern in Eric's voice
through the receiver.

"Yeah, just pissed.  The jerko driver is saying the cars attached his
truck.  Pretty damn remarkable engineering for an empty car to attack a
truck.  I have to get the paperwork down to the police.  Is there a number
where I can call you directly?"

"Don't know.  I'll find out and leave a message with the desk clerk there.
I have several hours of work here.  Jack and Marsh have been working with
Dell, Dan and Dave, hmm, three D's.  Anyway, they are putting a very
ambitious project together to expand Dan's diner idea and Dave's store.
I'm sure they'll ask me for financing and I want to be fair about it."

"You're always fair."

"I try but it's not as easy to do business with friends as people think.
Besides I was going to use the time to work on the expansion plans for the
security company.  I think we have too many balls in the air right now.
Hmmm.  Anyway, try not to piss off the truck driver by being too
sarcastic."

"Me?  Never.  OK, I'll be here waiting.....for sex.....naked....ass in the
air."

"I get the picture, later guy."  Tom heard the phone click and go dead and
knew he had created a mental image in Eric's mind that would wreak havoc
with the big man's horse cock.  He chuckled to himself as he headed back
out to talk with the cops.  Bill and Steve stopped him in the lobby to ask
if he wanted to borrow their rental car but he declined.  The beefy men
groped and hugged him and headed out with their friends.

Tom stood and listened to the truck driver continue to rant as a third
police cruiser pulled up.  He hesitated getting in the middle of the
driver's craziness and looked for the cop he had talked to a few minutes
earlier.  He glanced at the door of the police cruiser as it opened and
stopped in his tracks.  He didn't so much see the leg at first as he felt
it.  The uninformed leg emerging from the cruiser was huge.  And it was
attached to an equally huge man.  The cop prying himself from the cruiser
was easily as big as Eric.  Short cropped blond hair and a square-jawed
rugged face frowned at the scene.  The expanse of shoulders and back
exiting the car was like watching a ship leave a dock in slow motion.  The
mountain of muscle in snug uniform stood next to the car and flexed.  Tom
thought the shirtsleeves would burst as the man adjusted his cap on his
head.  The man casually closed the car door and walked to the now terrified
diver.  A wide smile across the rugged face didn't seem to make the driver
appear any more at ease.  The man shared his story with the new muscle cop
and the poor cop he had berated for the last 20 minutes.  Muscle cop
listened intently, never interrupting.  Tom watched the man's muscles flex
as he crossed his arms in front of the ample basket.

He was suddenly aware of the first cop pointing in his direction.  He
swallowed hard as the muscle moved in his direction.  "Good afternoon sir.
I understand this convertible is yours?"

"Um, yes sir.  It's a rental."  Tom's mind whirled at the thought of being
sandwiched between Eric and this behemoth.  "Here's the paperwork.  I
called them and someone is on the way."  He handed the man the documents.

"Thank you, uhh, Mr. Bell.  Tom Bell. Hmmm. Officer Winters."  Tom felt the
intensity of the cop's blue eyes scour his body as he repeated his name and
shook his hand.  One side of the man's mouth curled up in a mischievous
smile "And it's my understanding that you claim to have not driven your car
under this truck?"  Tom nodded and studied the man's blank face.  He was
suddenly aware of the second cop who had been in the third car and was now
standing next to them.  The young cop was a smaller version of the big
dude.  Blond, blue, big smile and tons of muscle.  Tom felt his balls
swelling.  "Good, we found the driver of the other car.  The alleged
driver.  Now, you're sure. MR. Bell, you weren't driving?"  Tom blinked.
The big cop leaned forward and Tom inhaled his thick male scent.  Blank
face.  "I'm kidding, buddy."  A slow smile grew across the handsome face.
A big hand reached out and squeezed Tom's shoulder.

The shorter muscle cop shook his head. "Sorry, sir.  He has a very bizarre
sense of humour."  The two cops turned to walk back to the driver.  Officer
Winters turned and smiled back at Tom.  He watched as the police finished
their report and tow trucks arrived to clean up the mess.  A rep from the
rental company arrived and took over for Tom.

A few minutes later the smaller muscle cop approached Tom and thanked him.
"I assume they will make arrangements to get you another car.  Sorry this
screwed up your vacation.  Are you OK sir?"  Tom fought to clear the sexual
images from his mind and shook his head yes.  He headed back up to his
hotel room to wait for the rental car company or Eric to call.  From the
window, he could watch the cops.  The muscle cops were the last to leave.
Tom idly rubbed his crotch as the two men stood next to their cruiser and
talked.  They flipped through some paper and pointed to the hotel.  The two
men looked up at the building and directly at the window where Tom was
watching.  They waved up at Tom.  He felt blood rush to his face as he
waved back.  Shit.  Just how much of his hard basket could they have seen
from the street?

Tom kept himself busy packing the clothes and leather items they were going
to ship home separately.  They had three more days in San Francisco but
knew they weren't going to need all of this.  He laughed out loud at the
amount of stuff they pack for a vacation.  And then there were all the
purchases they had made for the new house and had shipped back.  Doug and
Mike back home at the house must be wondering if they had lost their
minds. Eric called an hour later and said he expected to be tied up until 4
or 4:30.  Tom explained he had yet to hear about the rental car.  Their
office was near the building where Eric was working so Eric offered to call
and pick up the car.  Tom hung up the phone and stretched.  He thought
about a run while he waited for Eric and had just stripped off his shirt
when there was a knock on the door.  He opened it to the two muscle cops.

"Mr. Bell, we need you to come with us.  We need to complete some work."
Tom opened his mouth to ask a question.  "Now sir."

"Oh, OK.  Let me grab my shirt."

"No, now sir."  The men grabbed Tom and spun him around.  Cuffs clicked
into place as the big man half pulled him down the hall and into the
elevator.  Tom couldn't see the second cop.  He was shoved in to the back
of a plain white Ford van and bounced off the floor as they sped off.  It
only took seconds for all that to happen and no one on the street even
flinched.  Tom rolled to his side to see the backs of the two men through a
safety screen.  He struggled to keep from slamming off the sides of the van
as they swerved through traffic.  Sweat broke out across his face and
chest.  Light disappeared as they pulled in to the garage of a building.

Tom flexed his legs to prepare to fight back when they opened the side
door.  Instead, they opened the rear doors and slid him out onto wobbly
footing.  The dark garage gave him no clue where he might be.  He opened
his mouth again to speak.  A ball gag was snapped into place and a hood
slipped over his eyes.  His cock and balls suddenly woke up as he realized
this was a sex scene and not an interrogation.  His mind flashed back to a
previous period of his life and fear once again brought out fear.  All
these two muscle studs would have had to do was ask.  He would have gladly
volunteered.

They led him roughly up a flight of stairs and down a hallway that he
figured had to be cement block or concrete from the echoing of their boots.
One of them unlocked a door.  Tom's bare chest was greeted with cooler air
and the distinct smell of leather and sex.  As the bigger cop steadied him,
the smaller cop removed his shoes.  In seconds he was naked, wrists still
cuffed and only wearing a hood and ball gag.  The shorter cop unlocked the
cuffs and massaged Tom's bruised wrists.  Tom could feel his hot breath on
his chest and then a tongue licking at the nipple rings.  His cock twitched
involuntarily.

The bigger cop's deep voice spoke softly in his ear.  "Tommy, you were
brought here not by choice, but you are in control.  If we do anything that
is over your limits, you give us a sign."  Tom mumbled through the gag.
"Not yet, buddy, not yet."  He led Tom across the room and leaned him
against a wooden structure.  As Tom's hands were raised into place he
recognized it as a St. Andrew's cross.  He was surprised at the tenderness
the two men used as they secured him in his restraints, the hot hands, now
in leather gloves, sensuously caressed his body.  They complimented him on
his work in the gym and soon had his senses revved.

A swirl of air got his attention.  Low classical music came on from across
the room.  Tom knew the music but couldn't remember the name.  He heard
heavy boots move across the concrete floor.  A large hand cupped his balls
and rigid cock.  The leather glove felt good despite Tom's increasing
nervousness.  The gloved hand moved across his furry chest, twisting and
turning each nipple.  He felt himself wishing he had shaved.  The hands,
now two, worked both pecs.  He moaned softly.  The boots moved around to
his back.  They kneaded the thick muscular knots of flesh across the
shoulders.  Smoothed the beads of sweat down to the protruding muscle butt.
Tom's heart raced as the fingers spread his butt and teased his asshole.
They slid down the quads and calves.  A tongue licked his ass.  Teeth bit
softly into the firm flesh.  He felt the presence of the two cops in front
of him again as the third person now leaned a full leather clad body
against his ass and back.  Hot breath rushed across his neck.  Tom inhaled
the leather scents.  His head snapped back.  Eric.

"Son, I wasn't exactly planning this this way, and sorry, I had to unpack a
bit of what you did, but I'd like to introduce you to Officers Winters and
Brown.  They'll be coming to work for me, for us, to run the expanded
security firm in Chicago and at home.  Of course, you might consider this
their second interview."  The hood was pulled back from Tom's head.  The
cops were now bare-chested wearing only their uniform pants and Sam Browns.
The hood was replaced with one that had eyeholes so he could watch the two
hunky men.

Officer Winters spoke first.  "I don't usually get to have a hot scene with
my boss but you two are exceptions.  My partner here is assigned to keep
your dick happy while I get tit patrol."  Tom saw the smaller blond muscle
hunk drop to his knees and swallow Tom's swaying cock.  Winters gloved
hands began sensuously massaging Tom's massive pecs.  "By the way, he's my
partner in life too."

Eric's firm gloved hand ran down Tom's back and hard ass.  "That just
leaves me, and my trusty flogger."  The straps from the flogger softly
spread out over Tom's ass and back.  "Oh, by the way, got an Explorer this
time, no Sebrings were available.  That OK son?"

"Yes sir.  But Eric, the flogger always makes me cum right away."

Winters twisted a nip.  "That's all right.  My partner here is a cumhog,
won't lose a drop.  He knows better."

Eric kissed the back of Tom's neck.  "Well, then, let's proceed with this
interview."  Thwack.  The first brush of the flogger was gentle but firm.
Tom moaned.  Officer Brown gagged.

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