Date: Sun, 19 Dec 1999 13:52:49 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: To Folsum and Beyond, part 10

To Folsum and Beyond by lennoxbear@aol.com

The following is continuation of characters presented in Feelings of
Security.

NOTE: This story includes references and descriptions to gay, male to male
sex, if such matters offend you, please exit.  Also, actions of a sexual
nature occur in this story which are not a statement supporting unsafe
sexual practices, this is a work of fiction and fantasy.


Eric and Tom looked at each other, then grinned at Vic.

"OK, those are evil grins, maybe I should rethink this."

"Too late."  Eric caressed the side of Vic's face and slowly, carefully
kissed him.  Their lips met and parted in a long deep, tongue-filled wet
kiss.  Eric's hand went down to Vic's right nipple and began teasing it as
Tom sucked and bit the left one.  Tom's other hand was fondling the cop's
big meaty nuts.  The two lovers then switched places giving Tom an
opportunity to kiss his buddy and Eric the chance to suck the sensitive
nips through the soft chest hair.  Vic could do little more than rub their
backs or groan from the instant pleasure they gave him.

The two muscle hulks slowly worked their way down Vic's chest to his thick,
fat cock bouncing over a full bush of hair.  They both sucked on the fat
tool, licking it from both sides, kissing each other with Vic's cock stuck
between their hot mouths.  Then, being the kind of men who like to share,
they took turns sucking the fat balls until Vic was whimpering in a rather
high pitched moan.

"Not very butch."  Tom said to Eric as they doubled up on sucking the
swelling nut sack.

"Well, wait till we get to the really good part."

"Oh you mean this?"

Tom flipped Vic on top of his freaky huge lover so the two men were chest
to chest and kissing sensuously.  Eric wrapped his massive arms around the
cop waist and squeezed, causing Vic to whine louder.

"He's still making that noise."

"OK, I'll try this button."  Tom spread Vic's legs and began licking his
butt hole.  Vic was trying to push his butt further against Tom's busy
tongue and at the same time continue to suck on Eric's tongue.  Tom reached
up and twisted one nipple from both men.  Vic's moans got lower in pitch
but more aggressive in intensity.  Eric also began to moan.  Tom continued
to eat Vic's furry butt and twist nipples randomly while his lover squeezed
and massaged Vic's beefy cop butt.

Vic finally broke the kissing with Eric. "Oh, for heaven's sake, my balls
are turning blue, fuck me already."  Tom got up to get lube from the
bathroom and a condom.  He liberally lubed Vic's tight hole slipping in an
additional finger each time. The big man was soon humping his as into the
air begging to be fucked.  Tom knelt behind him and slowly pushed in to his
balls.  Then, as slowly as he could, he fucked the beefy butt.  Eric had
figured from the moans that Vic was making when he was getting close to
cumming and would signal Tom to back off.  They tuned Vic's butt this way
for an hour until the big police bruiser was whimpering for mercy.

"Mercy? From us?  We're your friends.  We're here to screw you over."  Eric
switched places with Tom and slowly drove his horse cock into the loosened
hole.  Vic could only make gurgling sounds by this point as the two men
continued to fine-tune his ass for another 30 minutes.

Eric flipped onto his back holding Vic to his chest as he fell backwards.
Vic's ass never missed a beat on the giant cock.  Tom stood to feed his
red, throbbing dick down Vic's throat.  Vic grabbed handfuls of Tom's
muscle butt and pulled Tom into his hungry mouth.  He rammed a finger up
Tom's butt in an effort to get the muscle pup to shoot.

"Someone's eager for a load of spunk."  Tom and Eric exchanged glances and
let go filling Vic from both ends.  The man greedily swallowed Tom's entire
huge dick, never spilling a drop of his hot cum.  He felt his ass burning
with Eric's load.  He reached for his cock but Tom and Eric held his hands.
"You don't need to do that."

Eric tilted Vic backwards, still impaled on his cock and the two men worked
Vic's sore nips again.  Sure enough, without touching his cock, Vic shot
ropes of thick white cream all over his muscular chest.  He fell back
against Eric, panting for breath.

"Geez.  We've played around before but it's never been that intense."

"It was all your emotions letting go.  You have to do that buddy."  Eric
nuzzled Vic's ear and kissed the back of his neck.  "It won't be easy, but
all of us are here to help you."  Vic smiled and pulled Tom down on top of
them in a big, muscular bear hug.

"Ewwwww, you're all wet."  Tom jumped out of bed to get a towel to clean
them up.  Within a few minutes, the three men were a mass of arms and legs
sleeping peacefully in the big bed.

At the same time, the guest apartment was rocking on its foundation.  Bill,
Steve, Tony and Dwayne met Bruce and Steve for the first time the night
before the funeral.  All six men were heavily into lifting and looked like
competition bodybuilders.  Tom had joked when he helped them carry their
luggage to the apartment that it would be a test of the construction.
Would the floor support all this beef?  The floor was not a problem, the
bed in Tony and Dwayne's room, however, was more than getting a workout as
six beefy men, the smallest weighing 220, melted into a lump of mass and
sinew. Fucking and sucking every dick and butt in sight.

Bruce and Steve had been a couple since 1982, and while usually monogamous,
were not adverse to an occasional romp in the muscle pit.  The four Chicago
boys were impressed with their muscularity but Tony went into overdrive
heat when Bruce dropped his jeans and a 13" hardon sprung into sight.  The
big, beefy blond man was one awesome sight for a 48-year-old.  His lover,
Steve, at 42, was a Colt fantasy himself.  His perfectly square musculature
and furry covering, not to mention the world's most perfect butt, soon had
the four men drooling.  They watched as the two men fucked. They had one
rule if they were going to fool around in a group.  They fucked first and
then again last.  Sort of their way of being faithful to each other.  After
that first fuck, all sweaty hell broke lose.  Bill and Steve, being in
excess of 6'5" each, felt like they were in hog heaven.  Despite their
outward hyper sexuality, they didn't play around much and were happy to
take advantage of this opportunity.  Tony and Dwayne had settled into being
a couple since Eric and Tom's pool party and reveled in their newfound
friends.

Tony straddled Bruce's horse dick and slowly sunk to the bottom.  As he
fucked himself on the big tool, Steve, Bill's partner, fed him hard cock,
while Dwayne pounded his butt.  Bruce's Steve rimmed Dwayne's beefy black
butt while Bill fucked him.  The men kept changing off before they would
cum, letting the tension build.  As Bruce finally let go with a load up his
condom-covered cock in Tony's tight butt, the rest let go with loads all
over Tony.  The young man loved every minute and wanted more.  There was a
mass groan from the group.  Bill was standing at the window catching his
breath when he called the others to come look out of the window.

The building housing the garage and apartment was on an angle from the main
house.  From this angle, they could see into Eric and Tom's bedroom as the
two men, pounded Vic's ass.  And down below in the Living room, Marsh and
Jack were going at it with Jim and Al.  Bill watched as he stroked his dick
back to full erection.

"I think we need to move this party to the big house."  The six men grabbed
shoes and nothing else and ran the short distance in the cold, night air to
the main house.  They surprised the four men in the TV room and convinced
them to move the party downstairs to the playroom and gym.  They walked by
the TV room and heard the sound of fucking. Bill interrupted long enough to
invite the men there to an all out orgy.  The consensus was to let Eric and
Tom console Vic and not bother them.  The rest, armed with hard cocks threw
themselves into a mass of furry muscle confusion.  Fifteen men fucked and
sucked themselves into a sweaty cum covered frenzy until 5 AM.

The next morning, Eric, Tom and a much more relaxed Vic got up to shower.
The three men stood in the warm shower and soaped each other's muscles.

"Remember our first shower Tom?"  Eric eyed the grip near the top of the
shower.  Tom instantly got his message. He turned Vic's back to the shower
wall and lifted his arms to the grips.  Vic quickly caught on and gave into
the sucking and soaping from the two hot men.  He was begging to shoot his
load as Tom flipped him around and slipped in between him and the wall.
Vic sucked his tongue half way down his throat as Eric pounded Vic's sore
butt and twisted his nips every way he could.  Tom spread Vic's asscheeks
apart to give Eric as much inward thrust as possible.  They felt Vic
tensing.  Tom wrapped his arm around the cop's short neck and shoved his
tongue down his throat.  Eric let fly with a hot load over the beefy butt
as Tom and Vic's loads mixed between the two slippery men.

Vic held onto the grips overhead and groaned.

"You can let go now."

"No. I can't.  I'll fall to the floor."

"You can.  My hard cock is back up your ass and it will hold you up."  To
test Eric's theory, Vic let go and slumped back against Eric's big, wet
chest.  He hung there, skewered on the monstrous cock.  Tom signaled Eric
and lifted Vic's legs.  Vic realized too late what was about to happen as
Tom pushed his recovered cock up his butt next to Eric's.  Vic was
helplessly impaled on the two muscle freaks, his legs over Tom's shoulders
and his own cock down Tom's throat.  He felt himself let loose with stream
after stream of cum as the two massive dicks fucked him dry.  Cum poured
out of Tom's mouth and over Vic's heaving, breathless abs.  The two lovers
filled Vic's stretched hole to overflowing.

Vic slipped from the two cocks like a rag doll and gave in to the soothing
hands soaping him down in the shower.  They half carried him back to the
bed and laid him across it.

"I think he needs coffee."

"I need a new asshole."  Vic slowly stood up and walked across the room on
wobbly legs.  He reached for his jeans and had them taken from his hand by
Eric who tenderly kissed him.

"Part of your therapy is to be naked the rest of the weekend with the rest
of us.  "Let's go get coffee."  The three naked men walked downstairs to
the kitchen finding wayward articles of clothing along the way.  They
gathered the clothes and piled them in a corner in the kitchen to elicit
stories later.  No one was stirring, not even Marsh and Jack.  Eric started
coffee and Tom began lining up breakfast items.  Vic sat at the counter and
mumbled about his sore ass.  Eric and Tom slowly turned and told him, like
a hangover, hair of the dog.  The thought of being impaled on their two
cocks again shut Vic up.  He giggled the rest of the day.

About 30 minutes later, Marsh and Jack stumbled into the kitchen in their
underwear.  They stood in the doorway and looked at the three smiling naked
men enjoying their coffee.  Marsh walked over to get himself a cup, only to
feel Eric tugging his underwear down as he walked past.

"Oh, it's going to be one of those nude weekends, eh?"  Marsh pulled off
his underwear and put them with the pile of clothes in the corner.  "You
better turn up the heat.  The thermometer on the window ledge say 20
degrees and there are snowflakes falling."

Tom walked over to the thermostat to check it while Eric turned on the
remote controls for the hot tub.  He walked into the TV room to start the
gas logs and came back with a bemused look on his face. "There's a massive
pile of flesh and fur in there.  What happened here?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."  Jack sipped his coffee. "We all had a wicked time. Don't
go downstairs.  I promise we'll clean."  Jack and Marsh looked at Eric's
stunned face.  "Really, we will."

"No, that's not it.  You didn't invite us?"

"You were busy."  Bill kissed him as he walked into the kitchen.  "And you
need to close your drapes."  He walked over to get coffee and stopped to
kiss Vic.  "Bet your ass is sore."

"Well, it is now." Eric and Tom smiled and Vic giggled as he turned beet
red.  "We don't have drapes."

"So, if we do this again, we'll let you know, after all it is your house.
Why are you all naked?"

"House rule - naked weekends."  Tom walked over and pulled down Bill and
Steve's underwear."

Bill shrugged his shoulders and tugged on his lengthening dick.  "What's
for breakfast?"  Everyone turned to look at Marsh slumped over his coffee
cup.

"Shit, for fucking sake, when does Marshall sound like Martha, doesn't
anyone else cook?"

"Yeah, we do."  Bruce and Steve walked in and announced they would gladly
do breakfast.

Marsh smiled thankfully.  "By the way, Vic, you need to check and see if
that man has a license for carrying that concealed weapon."  All eyes
turned to Bruce's long dangling dick.

"Well, don't start at it.  You'll only make it hard."  The whole room got
silent then bust out laughing.  Bruce and Steve began to whip together
breakfast for the hungry men, with help from Darrell, Ron and Red.  Soon
the kitchen, dining room and TV rooms were filled with naked men eating.

Jim, who had never been in the middle of this gaggle of men before cleared
his throat. "I have possibly a stupid question.  Is the dress code for
tonight's dinner also nude?'

Eric casually hung his arm around the cop and smiled. "No, tonight's dinner
is a Levi/leather theme in honour of Ted, who looked really hot in a full
leather cop uniform."

Mark quickly spoke up. "So a simple leather cockring would be perfect."
All eyes turned.

Before Eric could respond, Vic spoke up from the corner of the room. "That
would be fine, Ted loved leather but appreciated the beauty of a muscled
nude male body even more.  I'm sure Eric can keep the house warm enough to
accommodate everyone."

"OK," Eric spoke hesitantly, "I keep with the Levi/leather theme.  You must
be wearing at east one item of leather.  So squirt, if you get your balls
groped all night, well, you've been warned."

Mark just laughed, "And the problem with that is...............?"

By noon, the kitchen had been cleaned and guys had started cleaning up
downstairs since they all wanted to workout.  Kyle, Mark and their new
college friend, Rege, had run out to get supplies for lunch.  By the time
they returned the place was humming with prep for the night's dinner.

Eric had made arrangements for the dinner to once again be catered by the
guys he had used several times in the past.  They arrived early to set up
for as many as 30 people.  It took about 30 seconds for them to get into
the theme of nude weekend and were soon scurrying about in the kitchen and
dining room wearing only sneakers and socks.  They promised they would do
black tie for the dinner.  Eric was about to say something when Marsh
stopped him and said let it be.  They have their professionalism to
maintain.  Eric had also hired a bartender through Dan and was pleasantly
surprised when Dan's best man, Terry, showed up with supplies and began
setting up and organizing early.  Dan had only recently found out the man
was gay.  He jumped at the chance to work the party when he heard it was
Eric and Tom's place.  He also took about 30 seconds to lose his clothes
and was happily setting up the bar in the TV room wearing a highly polished
pair of Dehner's.  The man fit in perfectly with the rest of the
muscle-bound crew.  He was lean and cut with enormous pecs and a sharply
defined butt.

Frank and Don, who arrived early to help, knew him from the bars and soon
had him quite distracted at his work.  The poor man's cock was hard and
throbbing straight out in front of him. By the time he finished setting up
his station, he was begging Frank to let him get off.  The man's steel blue
eyes were wide with lust.  The three men disappeared to the playroom for an
hour.  Everyone commented later on how calm and relaxed Terry was.  He only
said it was do to a special relaxation therapy that he had tried that
afternoon.

At 7 PM, guests began arriving and gathering for drinks and hors d'ouerves.
Everyone had stuck with the Levi/leather theme in Ted's honour with the
cops and Tom and Eric wearing full leather uniforms.  The rest of the men
were in various forms of leather dress with plenty of bare skin to keep
everyone satisfied.  The catering crew kept their promise and appeared in
black tie accompanied with leather jocks and boots.  Since the dinner was
buffet, they were kept hustling by numerous hot hands grabbing their
crotches and butts.  Terry worked his bar station in a similar outfit of
black tie, biker cap, jock and boots.  The catering crew and Terry were
obviously enjoying themselves since their jocks were straining to hold in
hard dicks.

Eric began to worry about Vic who had left mid-afternoon to go home and
change.  He finally appeared at 7:45 in full leather cop uniform and
carrying a huge box.  He explained it was something he had to do per Ted's
last wishes.  Eric hugged the man as he fought back tears.  Vic took the
box upstairs and took several minutes to collect himself.

Dinner began with the buffet set-up at a few minutes past 8:00.  The men
spread out through the kitchen, dining room, TV Room/den and anywhere else
to enjoy the meal.  Eric kept close tabs on Vic who seemed to be getting
quieter by the minute.  Tom had positioned himself by Red who was
displaying signs of wear from the activity.  He had confided in Tom that
afternoon, that while he enjoyed the sex with friends the previous night,
it brought back some painful memories of their recent ordeal.  Dr. Pratt
had kept his word and scheduled appointments for them with a psychiatrist,
but he was still feeling edgy.  Pratt had asked Tom to keep an eye on him
and be there just in case.  Red got his share of attention in harness,
leather shorts and boots.  But, the attention seemed to be making him
uncomfortable.  All that muscle in so little clothing was hard to ignore.
He gladly stayed by Tom's side.  Darrell and Ron were an arm's length away
trying hard not to be overprotective of their lover but concerned
nonetheless.

The party took a break while the staff cleaned up the dinner stuff and
prepared for desserts.  Eric took the opportunity to begin some short words
in honour of Ted.  With his arm around Vic, he led off with a very
respectful story about how he met Ted when he got stopped for running a red
light.  His was the first of many funny but warm stories about the
gentleman.  Through it all, Vic stood and smiled.  He was visibly emotional
about the sharing but grateful for the love given him that night.  He
thanked everyone for their kind words as he fought to control his emotion.
Then he excused himself as he went upstairs to retrieve the box he had
brought.

He placed the box on the floor by the dining room table and asked people to
gather round as best they could.

"Ted was my partner in work and life.  We were only together five years but
in that time, lived more than many people I know.  Our jobs, and being out
at work and in the community were high on Ted's lists of priorities.  He
asked me to challenge all of you to make a difference in changing people's
minds and feelings, to fight hatred and narrow mindedness wherever and
however you can.  It isn't easy, I know that, but it makes one huge
difference.  We also loved leather.  While we may not have been the
hardcore leather sex type some people prefer, don't choke on that we
weren't, we loved the look, smell and feel of hot men in black leather.  To
us it is a brotherhood.  Lou, the winery owner you guys met in California,
and I believe fucked into Nevada, sent a case of a special wine in Ted's
honour.  I ask you to share it with me.  The guys will be coming around to
give you glasses."

"He also asked that in the tradition of leather brother hood, I give his
leather to people who he loved.  I have the items he wants me to give away.
There were a couple of things I asked him if I could keep and he obliged.
I am wearing a couple of those items now, but you can't see them, yet.  But
the young men among us who are new to leather are the ones he wishes to
receive these articles.  Kyle, Mark, Red and Dan.  Well, while Dan may not
be a young pup, he is new to our community and Ted wants him to have these
things.'

Vic gave the men the items of clothing and accessories Ted had bequest,
kissing and hugging each one as he handed them the gifts.  He returned to
the head of the table and raised his wineglass in a salute to Ted, his
lover and friend.  He handed Eric a short note to read.  The message was as
Vic had shared. A challenge to all of them to make a difference and share
the love and passion, along with the compassion of the leather brotherhood.
They drank a toast and took turns hugging Vic.

Kyle and Mark left the room and returned wearing the items they had been
given.  Dan surprised everyone and got very emotional. Pratt was helping
him change.  He had started the evening in simple black jeans, white
T-shirt and leather vest.  He reappeared in harness and leather shorts
displaying the big, beefy pecs and meaty legs.  Red overcame his emotion
and tears and changed clothes in front of the group.  When everyone had
reassembled, they drank another toast.

Vic then got a very evil grin and slowly unbuttoned his shirt revealing his
huge pecs and new nipple piercings.  "Ted's other wish was for everyone to,
if willing, get "reasonably" naked and party.  If that means going off to
have sex, he would have enjoyed that too."

The guests resumed partying and slowly articles of clothing disappeared.
Terry the bartender fought off numerous hands tugging on his jock.  Dan,
being the helpful boss, walked behind and pulled it down.  Terry's cock
sprung out and up.  A moment of red-faced embarrassment passed as he got
bombarded with drink requests.  Slowly his dick relaxed, but was soon
pointing skyward again as Al and Jim began moving in on the humpy man.

Tom complimented Red on his hot appearance and the short redhead grinned
broadly.  Tom wrapped his arm around his neck and toyed with the right
nipple as they talked.  They had to make plans to get back to Chicago to
finish buying stuff for the gym.  Red didn't seem to be too anxious and Tom
asked if the trip was going to bother him.

"No, the trip is fine.  Your playing with my nipple is giving me a hardon
and my jock is not, oh fuck."  Red turned toward Tom as his fat, thick cock
sprung out of the pouch.  Tom just smiled, reached down and slowly stroked
the thick tool.  Red leaned against him and sniffed the strong scent.
"Tom, I really love you guys and if it wasn't for the rest of the guests, I
would be begging you to fuck me right now."

"Maybe later buddy, but your hardon isn't any reason to be embarrassed,
just look around."

Red swung around to survey the room and realized that more clothing had
been lost in the last half-hour.  Some guys were still in jocks or shorts
but the majority had chucked all clothes.  Only Vic, Tom and Eric were more
or less still fully dressed.  Eric walked into the dining room with another
large box and shouted for everyone to join him.  The guests crowded into
the room as Eric began rummaging through the box.

"When we got up this morning and came downstairs for breakfast, we found
various articles of clothing strewn around the house.  I thought it would
make for some fun to find out to whom they belonged and just exactly what
was happening when they were lost."  He began pulling articles out of the
box and asking the owners to step forward.  As they did, each one had to
explain just what was happening when they accidentally lost their item.  No
one was shy and soon the group was whooping and hollering over the stories.
The effect only made the group hotter.  The wait staff was being challenged
to clean up and enjoy themselves, as their cocks were constantly being
tugged or their asses groped.  Terry was about to give up on bartending as
Al buried his tongue in his butt.

Red and Tom stood at the farthest point and laughed at the goings on as Tom
continued to stroke Red's ample dick.  Red suddenly tightened his hold on
Tom and shuddered as his load slid down Tom's leather covered leg.  Red
quickly wiped it off but Tom stopped him and redirected his hand to wipe it
on Tom's chest.  "I promise you that every free moment we have in Chicago
will be spent with you."  The two men kissed passionately before Darrell
and Ron broke it up.

"Is our pup misbehaving?"  Darrell squeezed Red's cock and got a few drops
of cum on his fingers that he licked off.  "Amazing how he can get off just
standing there.  What a hunk."  The two beefy black men reclaimed their
lover and wandered off to the basement playroom.

Vic walked over to Tom and slid his hand under the shirt to feel the huge
pecs. "If you guys don't mind, I would like to stay here a few days until I
clear my head a bit."  His touch on the nipple rings sent shivers down
Tom's spine.  He felt his cock struggling to get out of his codpiece.

"You are more than welcome in our home and in our bed, if you want."

"I want.  I especially want another long, hot shower."  Eric walked over
and hugged the two men, crushing Vic between them.

"The house is all locked up and our guests are on their own.  The catering
staff seems to be staying over and Terry is probably being fucked silly by
Al and Jim right now.  You guys want to go upstairs and play?"  Vic groped
their protruding baskets.  "I'll take that as a yes."

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