Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2003 18:11:41 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 41

G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 41,  	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.


Just like the song, Christmas morning dawned snowy and white.  The wind
whipped the snowflakes around the big log and brick house.  Unlike the
Saturday evening a couple of week's prior, this morning was much quieter
around the Stout-Bell household.  Bruce and Steve's rental car and Bill and
Steve's truck sat in the driveway and were slowly getting a pristine
covering of snow. All other vehicles were long gone.  Not a creature was
stirring, not even a mouse.  Instead the four humpy houseguests were
sweating away at an early morning workout in the basement gym.  Huffing,
puffing, grunting and groaning.

Upstairs, Eric and Tom relaxed in the heat generated by the bedroom
fireplace, Tom on his knees in bed with Eric's stiff telephone pole cock
buried deep in his ass.  The older man worked Tom's permanently erect
nipples as he plowed his son.  He pulled back, gripped the proportionally
small waist and slammed home. Eric fucked like a machine.  His ass flexed
with each thrust into deep muscular definition. Tom moaned and groaned with
the sexual onslaught his butthole was receiving.  His own fat stone rigid
cock slammed against his tight stomach as his balls bounced from side to
side.  He knew not to touch his prick until directed by Eric.  Eric's skin
glowed with a thin layer of sweat in the warm room.  Tom braced himself
against the headboard, as Eric got closer.  Several minutes of loud
grunting later, Eric filled Tom's willing ass with morning spunk.

"Oh fuck yeah, what a hot hole.  You ready pup?"  A loud slap against the
prize ass.

"Yes sir."

"Well, then feed me."  Eric withdrew his stiff prick with a loud sucking
pop, spun the beefy man on to his back and clamped his hot mouth on Tom's
throbbing cock.  Tom pushed Eric's mouth down on his cock and let his cum
flow forcefully into the hungry man.  Eric nursed the sensitive cockhead
for several minutes to be sure he got all Tom had to give.  Tom's body
jerked with each hungry suck from Eric.  "Oh wow, that was one great load.
That protein ought to fire me up for one helluva workout."

They fell into each other's arms and kissed deeply.  Tom tasted his fresh
cum on Eric's lips.  "Speaking of working out, the guys started without
us."

"That's OK.  Bruce said he would make breakfast this morning, so while they
shower and start cooking, we can workout.  But I guess we should get
moving."  They locked their bodies together for another long kiss.  Tom ran
his tongue along Eric's blond beard and ran his hands over the short
stubble of blond hair Eric had yet to shave from his head.  Since coming
home from the hospital, Eric had given Tom a few brush burns with his short
fuzzy head.  Tom found the rough treatment all that much more pleasurable.

Tom moaned.  "Oh man.  It's a holiday maybe we can miss the workout.  I
just want to relax here with you. I love you so much."  Eric spread his
meaty hands over the musclepup's huge round pecs and squeezed.  Tom's hips
bucked an involuntary response.

"And I love you, but we do need to get moving.  I haven't been back to full
workouts very long and I want to take advantage of things.  So get your
butt in gear."  He slapped Tom's hot naked muscle butt.  "Even if I just
work one body part I'll be happy.  No, this does not count."  He waved his
still stiff prick at Tom.

"Mmmmmm, wow, you musta shot a couple of gallons up my ass. I feel like I'm
gonna explode."

"Ok, I am definitely mot touching that line."  Eric jumped up and hit the
bathroom before Tom could roll out of bed.  Eric came out of the bathroom
and started to dress for his workout as Tom studied his distended stomach
in front of the mirror.  "What are you doing?"'

"I look like I'm pregnant."

"Now you're just weirding me out, go dump my spunk like last night."

"I didn't last night, or the time before."  Tom walked toward the bathroom.

"Well, I ain't bragging but I do cum loads and buckets.  Are you in pain?"

"No, it just feels like a have several gallons of cum sloshing inside of
me.  Maybe I am pregnant?"

"Sorry, it doesn't work that way, go already. Stop saying that."

A few minutes later they walked into the gym and were greeted by stifled
giggles.  They looked at their four sweaty friends suspiciously.  All were
showing semi-hard cocks.  Bill scratched his shaved head and smiled.  "Um,
look guys, we discovered a slight design flaw in this house.  When you're
upstairs having sex, ok, that doesn't describe it.  When you're upstairs
fucking the hell out of each other, well, we heard every sound if you stand
by that heat vent over there."

Tom loaded plates on the bench bar.  "Everything?"

Bruce's partner, Steve, nodded quietly.  "Uh-huh, so what tri-mester are
you in?"  The four men fell over the equipment laughing.

Tom's face went red.  "Hey, I had serious cum-bloat this morning.  Serious.
Still feel full."

Bill giggled.  "Well, you are starting to show.  But I doubt you're
pregnant.  With those pecs, lactating.....maybe."  Tom swung and missed.

Eric finished his first set before busting up himself.  "Don't you guys
have workouts to finish and breakfast to cook?"  He struggled to not laugh.
The four men did several more sets before heading upstairs.  Tom quietly
pumped iron.  "What?"

Tom leaned against a leg machine.  "So, what do you suppose would happen if
I couldn't dump your cumloads from my ass?  I mean, what if they just kept
like being absorbed by my body.  I'd be the size of a house."

"We'd start using condoms."

"But I like your cum up my ass."

"Are you feeling OK?"

"No, but I'm going to just ignore it for the time being."

"Whadyamean, no?  Are you having problems with my unloading up your ass,
cause we can change that?  I love fucking you but not if it is going to
cause you problems."

Eric wrapped his sweaty arms around Tom and hugged the beefy man.  "I can't
explain it.  Ever since Pratt changed my supplements to adjust for my
change in body weight and muscle, you know, to get bigger and leaner, to do
another contest or two this spring.  Well, now, every time you fuck me and
leave a load up my butt, well, I get this rush of heat and my whole body
tingles.  Then when I workout, wow, it's like I'm on some kind of major
drug."

"Like what?  A hit of what?"  Tom broke away to do another press.  "Maybe I
should have the doc check my cum for something that's causing you
irritation.  But describe what kind of drug high, like marijuana, speed,
ecstasy?"

The two men switched places on the bench and Tom spotted Eric more weight.
Tom shrugged.  "I don't know.  I've never done drugs so I don't have
anything to compare it to."

Eric dropped the bar back onto the rack.  "You've never done drugs?
Really?"  Tom blushed and flopped on the bench.  "Wow, that's pretty
amazing nowadays and I can't believe I didn't know that about you.  So is
what you're feeling making you ill?"

Tom pushed out another heavy set.  "Oh no, the opposite.  I get one huge
fucking rush and pump and my muscles feel like they're going to explode and
grow.  And damn do I get horny.  Like now."  He stands up and runs his
glove-covered hand under the remains of Eric's tank top across the shelf of
muscle and the long nipples.  "Uh shit, I just want to suck on these for
all I'm worth."  Tom's green eyes stared into Eric's steely blues.  He
lowered his head and sucked down the large left nipple.  Eric pulled off
the wet tank and for the next 20 minutes let Tom nurse his nipples to the
point he thought he would cum without even being hard.  He held the man's
mouth on each teat and felt the jolts, like electric shocks, surge through
his body with each painful bite.

Eric sighed heavily and slipped his hand under Tom's shorts.  "Mmmm, son,
you know what that does to me?"  Tom nodded but didn't loose his grip or
stop sucking on the massive chest.  "Well, then, I think you can give me a
gift for Christmas right now."  Tom let out a slow breath across the
aroused tits.  He straightened up took a step toward the stairs only to
have Eric stop him.  His master stripped off his tight shorts and let his
monster cock flop back and forth.  He walked over to an incline bench,
spread his towel over the clean leather, flopped onto his back, lifted his
legs and locked them around the sidebars.  "Fuck me."  Tom squatted to lick
his dad's sweaty exposed asshole, then slowly stood up and dropped his
shorts.  His own thick prick pressed against Eric's throbbing rosy hole and
then very slowly slid in to the balls.  Eric held himself suspended while
Tom slowly fucked his hard ass and worked his tits more.  "Mmmmmmm, it has
been way too long since I had you fuck me.  I forgot how good your cock
feels up my ass.  Yeah son, pound your old man.  Fuck yeah, slam me hard.
Make me know how it feels when I slam you.  Fuck, come on Tom, really hard.
Oh yeah.  Fill that hole."

The sweaty bodybuilder gripped the bar above his master and rocked his cock
deep inside the big man.  Eric could just get his mouth on each of Tom's
tits and teased the pierced nips until Tom groaned.  Eric's long thick cock
was pushed up by his bent over double position and slid between the massive
mounds of chest.  Eric flexed his chest to simulate his cock fucking a hot
ass.  A steady stream of pre-cum flowed from the bulbous head and streamed
over the sweating man. His massive arms strained to hold his body in
position on the incline bench.  The ripped biceps popped with muscle
growth.  The giant legs were straining and ripped with deep muscle
definition.  Eric's tilted his head forward and sucked his flowing juice
from the purple cockhead. Tom grunted and whined.  The young musclehead's
cock swelled, as he got closer spreading his Dad's slick hole. The man's
heavy nuts were ready to pump.  Tom gritted his teeth and made short
gurgling sounds.  His load shot deep into his lover.  Their mouths locked
in a deep kiss as they sucked each other's tongues.  "I don't feel like
working out so much anymore."  They kissed a few more moments before Bruce
called down from the kitchen.

"OK girls, breakfast will be in 20 minutes.  You guys going to be
finished?"

"Oh yeah, we'll just shower real fast."  The two men pulled their sweaty
clothes back on and walked past their confused friends in the kitchen.

"Wow, you guys must have really pumped hard and fast, you're dripping with
sweat."  The two men just smiled as they walked upstairs to shower.

Vic struggled to hold the phone as Joe pummeled his upturned butt.  "What?
Really?  A perfect match eh?"  Joe lifted his lover's butt a bit more and
rammed home.  "Damn, and a match on the tire treads, great, higher, no not
you.  No shit, a list of priors, no nothing, sorry, we're uh, moving
furniture and hanging pictures, higher.  Yeah that's it."  Joe slowly
picked up fucking speed as Vic almost dropped the phone again.  "No, don't
do anything yet.  If we're going to bring them in for questioning and a
possible arrest, I want to be sure we have all our homework done.  Check
with the head honchos to be sure we got it right.  Even if we don't arrest
them until tomorrow, that's OK.  Have someone, oh yeah damn, keep an eye on
the house.  I'm having dinner over at Stout's house this afternoon so I'll
check things out there, thanks guy, you have a good holiday and good work."
Vic hung up the phone then knocked it off the nightstand as Joe went for
broke.  "Oh yeah, make my sleigh balls jing-a-ling.  Wow, Santa brought you
a couple extra inches on that big dick buddy."

"Isn't that what you wanted for Christmas?"

"Wellll, let's see, I already have a lover with a big fat slab of manmeat,
you don't need to add to it for me."  Vic bounced on the bed as Joe pumped
his ass a few more times before filling him with holiday cheer.  He lay on
top of the humpy cop.

"We didn't even open our gifts yet."

"Oh believe me you opened me up quite a bit."

"Huh, then it's time for you to give me my present.  Roll over stud."  Vic
rolled onto his back and watched in amazement as Joe lowered his tight butt
onto the coppig dick.  "Oh man, you never let me fuck you. Well, hardly
ever."

"Correction, officer, sir.  You never let me do anything but fuck you.  I
wanted something different this morning.  Damn, that dick's bigger when
it's up my ass."  Joe pistoned his ass up and down on the big man's pole.
His own cock sprung back to life and flopped up and down with each thrust.

"The guys think we have the jerk who shot Eric. They're going to make sure
it's an airtight case before they pick him up for questioning.  Man your
ass is hot."  Vic stroked Joe's flopping stiff prick with one hand and
pinched his lover's nips with the other.  "I could get used to this,
mmmmmmman."  Joe gave him an evil smile them grabbed the big swollen tits
and began a hard blast of torture.  It was only a matter of moments before
Vic filled his tight hole with hot cum.  "Damn.  I'm gonna be stiff the
rest of the day thinking about this.  What are the guys going to think at
dinner tonight when I'm still sprouting a boner?"

"We have all day to get it to behave."  He clenched his ass on the still
hard cock.  "All day. And mine is ready again."

Vic swallowed hard and whimpered.  "Mercy."  Joe only smiled and slowly
shook his head no.

All across town, Tom and Eric's friends were greeting the holiday with hot
sex.  By the time Red arrived for dinner with Darrell and Ron, his ass had
been plowed for three hours.  He stood quietly and sipped tomato juice
while enjoying the hot buzz in his butt from the sound thrashing.  Bob
tried hard not to think about the sound fucking he had given his teenage
lover.  They were visiting Dave's mother and brother before joining their
friends for dinner.  All he had to do was think about his young muscle pup
on his back, horse cock stiff and red as his cock reamed his hole, and his
cock would begin bulging out again in his casual slacks.  Dave's mother
pretended not to notice.  Dave reassured her he was the happiest he had
ever been.

Sonny and Tim had lunch with Tim's family before a quick trip home for hot
blowjobs and titplay.  By the time they arrived for dinner, the heavy
sweaters they wore could not conceal the swollen hard nipples.  Tom helped
Dan set out hors d'eourves and joked with their buddies.  He and Dan
exchanged glances.

Dan walked back into the kitchen to help Eric with dinner.  "You know, if
it wasn't a holiday, these guys would be fucking their brains out."

Eric closed the door to the oven but not without showing off his hard round
butt in his snug slacks.  "What makes you say that?"

"All I have to do is walk through the room and I get an erection? The
essence of testosterone is competing with your scented candles.  And
losing."

Marsh opened another bottle of wine and chuckled. "Danny, you get a hardon
in the detergent aisle."

Dan furrowed his eyebrows.  "Should I be offended by that?"

Eric shook his head no and patted Dan's ass. "No. No."

Tom walked back into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water.  "Wow
this place reeks of testosterone. It's thick in the air out there."
Everyone in the kitchen turned and looked at Tom.  "What?  Well it is.
Jim, Al, Mike and Doug just got here and it like spiked again.  Glad we
didn't hang mistletoe."

Dan flexed his pex.  "See?  I told ya.  It's like this heavy scent of men."
Everyone in the kitchen stopped and looked at each other again.  "Hmm, so
maybe that's not such a bad thing. Like new car smell."

Ducky and Rick were busily telling Joe and Vic about their plans to live
together as the rest of the gang assembled and shared holiday stories
before dinner.  Eric had a tough time getting the crew herded into the
dining room to eat.  They were all too busy laughing, hugging, groping and
pinching.  He finally had them settled at the enormous dining room table as
the conversation swung from the latest gay TV gossip to whom got sex toys
for Christmas.

Jim gave Eric an evil glance and chuckled.  "So Eric, did you give any big
castings of that hot cock for Christmas?"

Eric quietly smiled at Tom at the other end of the long table.  "As a
matter of fact we just used the same old toys, nothing new.  Just new
locations."

Bruce poked Steve in the ribs.  "OK, I am not working out downstairs again
without wiping everything down.  They were truly sweaty this morning."

Tom pretended not to know what they meant.  "In fact, we didn't buy
anything like toys, or leather or even any DVD's this year."

Doug leaned back and flexed his newly impressive biceps around Mike.  "I
know I'm going to regret asking, but what did you get this year?"

Marsh just groaned and poured himself more wine.  "They bought another
damned business, oh goody, more work for us." Jack punched his arm and
mouthed 'job security.'

Doug tilted his head, put his hands on the back of his head and stretched
which only forced his growing pecs to the front and made them more
noticeable.  "Really?  What did you buy now?"

Tom stood up to get another bottle of wine, leaned against the sideboard,
crossed one foot over the other and stuck his tongue out at Marsh.  Having
the legs crossed pushed his large package out and proud.  "Well, knowing
how much I love gardening and how much we are going to have to do around
all of these properties, we bought into a nursery and landscaping company."

"Cool.  I didn't know there were any gay-owned nurseries around here.  And
that's your Christmas gift to each other?"

"Well, the owner is straight but gay supportive. And his business partner
is gay and very cute.  Lots of lean muscle on this tight Latin body.
Mmmmm.  Anyway, this guy has always done business with Eric and approached
him about expanding the business.  Eric and I met with them and decided it
was a good match.  And as for gifts, we have each other, so what more do we
need?"  He walked back to the table but not without kissing Eric.

Marsh took another long sip of his drink.  "So Tom will be out there this
spring wearing as little as possible, directing this crew in landscaping
all of this property."

Tom smirked back.  "No, I'm not.  I'm going to do the design work with
these guys and they'll do all the work.  Eric and I are basically just
going to help him expand the business.  They have lots of good ideas and a
really good reputation.  Now, I wouldn't mind seeing the owner shirtless
but since it's 45 minutes away, he doesn't workout at the Dog Pound.  He
reminds me a lot of Eric."

Marsh took a tray from the sideboard.  "Oh I am sure you will figure out
someway of working with them in teeny tiny Hotshorts.  Or are you and Eric
working on a plan to get this guy into bed?"

"I'm not that kind of man."

Darrell bust out laughing. "Oh yeah right!  We're all that type.  There
isn't one of us here who wouldn't go out of our way to get a glimpse of a
hot man."

Jack stared at Marsh.  "But not all of us would stop at just a glimpse."
Marsh stuck out his tongue.

The group continued eating and relaxing in the dining room.  They talked
about the community they had built around Eric and Tom and the business
opportunities that were growing.  A few minutes later Vic's cell phone rang
and he excused himself to take it since he was technically on call.  They
were all too busy carrying on to notice he didn't return.  As the buddies
enjoyed dessert and broke up into small groups to chat, Eric stood in the
den talking about Ducky's new job and his blossoming relationship with
Rick.

Outside a light snow again fell from the scattered clouds allowing for
periods of moonlight to brighten the wintry landscape.  The moonlight was
just enough to really light up the houses and trees.  Eric and Tom's house
stood out in the December night since it was the only one occupied and with
lights.  The buddies were clearly visible inside as they moved around and
partied.  Any sex Eric and Tom had enjoyed earlier would probably also have
been quite apparent since their bedroom windows were wide open to the lake
below.  Across the clearing where they planned to extend the deck, build a
new swimming pool and create an outdoor seating and picnic area stood two
shadows.

Eric stood at the sliding doors to the upper part of the deck and explained
the housing development to Ducky and Rick.  Their lot was the largest and
set away from the others just enough to allow a cushion of privacy.  The
houses of their friends and soon to be new acquaintances were scattered
among the secluded woods to insure each had a cozy setting and privacy.
The apartment building and the assisted living center were a mile away out
on the main road but perfectly hidden to keep the wooded landscape intact
as much as possible.  This forest and landscape was to be the first project
for the nursery into which they just bought. He explained about the plaza,
the second gym, Dan's new restaurant and Dave's second supplement shoppe.
The two men were impressed by how carefully Eric and Tom, with Marsh and
Jack's assistance, created environments that were healthy and attractive to
gay men.

The moon slid behind another cloud as the light snow momentarily began
again.  It was a picturesque holiday evening.  Cold, but not bitter, with
just enough snow to make it romantic but not unsafe.  The sound of a gun
being cocked echoed in the quiet night air.

Tom walked over to Eric and slid an arm around the slight waist.  His hand
cupped the warm ass he had been pounding a few hours earlier.  The four men
chatted and laughed.  Ducky slid his arm around Rick's wide shoulders and
let his hand drape over the hard chest to tease an erect nipple.  Rick was
right at nipple height on his new lover and would occasionally nuzzle the
black man's muscle.  The friends enjoyed drinks and dessert as Joe walked
to the front hall and tried dialing Vic's cell phone number again.

"I wouldn't if I were you."  Vic held the revolver close to the scrawny
man's head and knocked the rifle from his hands with his foot.  "Now put
your hands behind your back and stay still." Another officer quickly cuffed
the man and hauled him to his feet.  "Sorry to deprive you of your holiday
wish but you have the right to remain silent."

The two officers had been able to sneak up on the rifleman in the soft
snow.  There had been just enough moonlight to find him in the barren
woods.  The second officer carefully picked up the rifle and placed it in a
long plastic bag.  The man coldly stared into Vic's angry eyes.  Vic could
feel his hatred in the cold, blue moonlight.  "You're fucking one too I
bets.  I saw you when I was at that building, fucking pervert."

"You didn't listen to your rights very well.  Do you have a lawyer?"

"Why do I need a lawyer?"

Vic looked at the other cop.  "I guess he'll find out soon enough.  Was the
other guy with him?"

"No sir.  He left and went back to town.  This guy apparently came out here
alone. Let's get him to the cruiser."

Tom had run upstairs to get the stack of gift envelopes for their buddies.
As he came down the front stairs he glanced out the foyer windows and saw
flashing police lights at the end of the driveway.  As he got to the bottom
of the stairs, Vic entered and brushed snow from his shoes.  He quietly
hung up his coat and turned to face Tom.

"Everything OK Vic?"

"Yeah.  Couldn't be better.  Just finishing up my present to you and Eric."
He kicked off his boots to keep from tracking melting snow through the
house.  "Stupid fool'll be spending a long time in jail.  Hey Merry
Christmas, buddy."

"You got the guy who shot Eric?"

Vic rubbed his cold arms.  "Yep.  He was out there about to pull the
trigger again.  But we caught him in the act.  Christmas night yet.  Can
you believe that?  Talk about balls." Tom hugged his friend to warm him.

"That's the best present anyone could have given us."  Vic pulled Tom's
hands down to his beefy butt.

"Care to show your appreciation another way?"

Tom hugged the man tighter.  "Maybe we'll just have to work on that.  Let's
go share the news."  Tom let Vic break the news to Eric who hugged the
beefy cop and held him in a tight kiss.  Joe stood quietly by with a look
of relief on his face.

"I'm OK buddy, just a little cold and wet from the snow. What's wrong?"

Joe hugged him quietly.  "Even in this small burg I worry.  It's tough
being married to a cop.  I don't know what I'd do if something happened to
you."  The two men kissed and stood quietly as their friends congratulated
Vic on a job well done by the police force.

Eric stared out the sliding doors from the den in the direction of where
Vic said they found the man.  He absent-mindedly rubbed the healing gunshot
wound on his leg through his pants.  Bruce walked over and playfully bumped
him.  "You OK?"  Eric nodded.

"Just a bit concerned about the semi-isolation we've created out here."

"No different than where we built our house north of Pittsburgh.  But at
least here you are building other house nearby, so it won't be total
isolation.  You feeling unsafe?"

"Yes and no."  He shrugged.  "Guess I never give it much thought how much
some people hate gay men.  Stupid huh?"

"Yeah.  With all the problems in the world, you'd think we'd be near the
bottom of the list of things to hate."  He studied Eric's quiet handsome
face.  "From what Vic says, this guy blames you cause you represent
everything he isn't, plus you're gay.  For some people, being successful
and gay only multiplies their hate. Don't know how he knows so much about
you though.  We think he may have tried to get a job with one of your
companies."

"Silly.  Well it only makes me more resolved to build this little safe
haven for friends, our little gay village."

"And you've done a really good job of it."

"Thanks."  Eric smiled at his friend of 20 years and accepted the reality.
Tom walked over and waved the envelopes.

"Somehow this all seems a bit passe now but we should hand these out."
Eric agreed.  Tom cleared his throat and attempted to get everyone's
attention but the happy group of men was busy chatting away.  Eric stopped
him by putting his hand on his shoulder.  Tom watched as Eric turned his
back to the group dropped his pants and bent over to moon them.  The room
got quiet.

Eric shrugged as he pulled his pants up.  Bruce stood next to him with a
totally surprised look.  Eric smiled.  "Hey, some of us just have more
experience at making an ass out of ourselves. OK, Tom, now you have their
attention."

Tom looked out over the faces of their closest friends.  "OK, um, well, I'm
not sure what I have to say can top that, or bottom that, whatever the case
and your preference might be.  However, our gifts to all of you are in
these teeny-tiny envelopes.  Glad they didn't get sucked up in there."
Groans from the crowd.  "So, anyway, our gift to all of you is trips.  Or
is that are trip?  Which is grammatically correct?"

"Oh for heaven's sake get on with it."

Tom sniffed indignantly.  "Well, seeing as how this group has a slight tilt
toward muscle."  Tom chuckled to himself.  "Some of you have tilted quite a
bit for muscle.  We thought we would take everyone on a couple of
roadtrips.  First to the Arnold Classic in Columbus where we can partake of
the beef explosion in the expo and a huge, no, HUGE, contest.  Lots of big
boys.  And the second to Provincetown.  We have a couple of house we are
taking over for a week."

The guys went silent for a minute and then a rumbling cheer broke out.
Hoots of animal lust echoed through the big house.  Eric watched as the
guys all hugged and groped.  "Hmm, guys, guys, ho, don't make me moon you
all again.  Not unless Tom plans on fucking me again tonight."

Bill looked at Steve.  "Again?  Oh I am definitely not working out
downstairs without wiping things down first."

"Anyway.  Hush.  We'll get you guys there and pay for lodging but food and
alcohol, is a shared expense.  So guys, start those diets, Columbus is only
two months away."

Tom circulated through the rowdy gang handing out trip vouchers and getting
kisses and gropes in return.  By the time he worked his way back to Eric,
his basket was beginning to show signs of busting free.

Eric laughed at the crazy group of friends and hugged Tom close.  "I'm
feeling a bit tired.  I think we should go upstairs."

"You can't be ready for bed so soon.  We still have a houseful of guests."

"That's OK, we'll only be gone for oh, maybe 45 minutes."

"What kind of a nap is that, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."?

"I feel like a little celebration since the police caught my shooter.  And
I told Bruce to keep an eye on things for a few minutes.  So, we can,
ummmm, handle another shooter, ya kno?"

"Well then, we need to go so I can get my hands on your other, hmmmm,
shooter."  Tom glanced down at the growing bulge in Eric's pants.  "Mmm-mm,
happy holidays to me."

"Go the back way through the kitchen, it's faster.  Get moving before I
embarrass myself."