Date: Sun, 21 May 2006 17:22:49 EDT From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com Subject: Starting Again Chapter 16 Starting Again Chapter 16 by lennoxbear@aol.com Gus was updating patient files at the front desk for the crew coming on at 7 AM. It had been a relatively quiet night with a couple of exceptions. The kind of night he liked where he could spend a little quality time with patients and hopefully make their hospital stay a bit more enjoyable. The elevator dinged its ubiquitous ADA floor warning and the door smoothly slid open and closed. A large frame quietly walked to the desk. "Hi, I was wondering if I could visit Matt, I know it's a bit early but with my work..." "You must be Sam." Gus held out his hand to introduce himself. "Steve's told me all about you. Sure, go ahead. He's probably asleep though. He's running a fever for some unknown reason and wasn't resting very well. They finally let me give him a little something to help him rest. Go ahead. Company always helps. Sam nodded his thanks and headed for Matt's room. He carefully pushed open the door and approached his sleeping friend. He looked down at Matt's handsome sleeping face, the bandages, the bruises, cuts, casts, and IV. He choked back a tear and let out a slow breath. Gus quietly stood at the door and watched unknown to Sam. Sam took Matt's hand and carefully rubbed it. He carefully kissed Matt's forehead and hand. Gus studied the tenderness with which the big man fondled the limp hand and smiled. "You can talk to him, he may not exactly wake up but he can probably hear you. Steve's in here a couple times a day to see him. He'll be here in a bit after he drops Matt's boy off to school. Ain't never seen another man fuss over his buddy the way Steve does. Matt and you been friends long?" "No, only a few months actually. Matt's one of the first people I really got to know when I moved back here from San Francisco. We teased each other cause as much as we liked being together; we knew we weren't right together. But ya know, sometimes, those people turn out to be the best friends. Now, I don't know how I would feel if he had died in that car accident. I guess he's lucky to be alive. I saw the car or rather what's left to of it." "Matt's the lucky one fer sure. He gets more calls from friends checking up on him or stopping or sending him stuff. You guys are pretty all right by me. Have to hope my son Buzz finds someone like you." Sam smiled. "Yeah, I forgot, Gus, your Buzz's dad. Good kid. He's moving in with me and Joe, long story. I think I should let Buzz tell you." "OK, um, sure whatever? Buzz is a great kid, he's the smallest of all seven brothers but he's got the biggest damn heart." "The smallest? He's like one huge solid muscle. Did you say seven brothers?" "Yep, I'm a good Italian Catholic." Gus laughed then looked to see if he woke up Matt. "Wow. Seven. I don't know whether to congratulate you or drop my pants and well." Gus waved him off. "No, that would be Buzz's forte, and maybe his brother Tim." Gus shrugged. "Not my glass of beer. How do you tell if your kid is gay?" "Beats me, but if he is, Tim, I'd think he'd open up to Buzz. Especially now." "Why now?" "Well, with all that has happened with Buzz and Matt and Joe, it shows us how fragile life is and that we need all the love and support we can get. Also, again Buzz needs to be the one telling you, but he's made a commitment to a relationship with a truly honorable man." "If he's at all like the guys who have come in here to visit Matt, Buzz will be lucky." "It's Officer John Sullivan." "You're shitting me? Really? The afternoon crew says he's been in here three or four times and sits in the chair and chats with Matt. The man's like the size of this doorway, not that I'm small but he makes me feel inadequate." "Not with seven boys." The two men laughed. "Hey Gus, I'm sure Buzz will give you all the details soon. It only just happened. I need to get to work, early and busy day. When do you think Matt will be able to come home?" "Hopefully by the end of the week if his fever breaks and they get this infection or whatever it is under control." "I'll keep him in my prayers." Sam quietly crept out of the room to the dimly lit hallway. There were signs of morning activity popping up all around. Gus followed Sam. "Steve has my private number to call if anything happens and if he has a question. Not sure why I did that other than I've never seen this much love. A lot of guilt, but never this much love." Gus took Sam's arm and pulled him to him for a hug. Buzz is a lucky man to have all of you as his friends. Maybe Tim will find himself when he starts college this fall." "Oh yeah, where's he going?" "State." "No shit. My nephew and his buddy, the two kids who were in here are also freshman this fall." "Hmm, maybe we should introduce them." "I think that's a great idea. Here's my card. Let's see what we can do. Gotta run. Thank you Gus for taking such good care of Matt." ***** Joe finally dragged his tired sore body out of bed to hit the shower. Sam was still holding off fucking him but that didn't stop them from sharing love and getting each other off several times over the course of the night. The mind-numbing workout the day before had also taken its toll. He felt like he just wanted to stay home and rest but he was working on a big presentation with Bruce and Steve. Couldn't let them down. The hot water felt so good over his sore body but the room seemed to be spinning. Sam had been up and out early to try to visit Matt so he languished in the hot shower. The steam seemed to help stop the spinning and reinvigorate his dick. He lounged against the wall and slowly jacked off, remembering Sam's hot mouth on it only an hour before. His left hand worked his titrings. His nips were still a bit sore but were healing nicely. If anything positive had come out of his sexual beating, it was his nips. Some men claimed they lost sensitivity in their nips with piercing. Joe felt it only heightened his reaction. His dick responded well to it also and he shot another load on the glass away from the spray. He dropped to his knees and licked the glass clean of his spent cum. His Dad would be so proud of his housekeeping skills. He finished his shower and stood bare ass naked in the bedroom trying to decide what to wear when the phone rang. He idly fondled his fat balls as he answered. "Joe? This is Al in Chicago. You know, one of the cops handling your abuse case. We have some news." Joe's cock instantly shot to attention as he thought of the big, thick furry cop. "Joe? You there?" ***** Steve went for an early morning run to relieve some of the tension from the events of the last several days. Sam ran faithfully by his side but was excited to get back to the warm house. He grabbed his treat and ran for Buddy's room. His crunching woke the boy up followed by gales of laughter as Sam eagerly licked his face. Steve stood in the door way and laughed. "That doesn't get you out of having to shower for school. I don't care how thorough you think Sam is. Sam get down, let Buddy get up." Steve helped him make the bed, gave him a morning hug and turned him toward the bathroom. "OK, let's hit the showers. I'll have breakfast ready as soon as I get downstairs." "That's OK, I think I just want cereal Uncle Steve." Steve smiled as Buddy tried to head to the bathroom with Sam jumping all around him. He walked into his room and stripped. He was about to hit the shower when he remembered he needed to call Ken. He quickly dialed the number and tried not to think of his lover or Ken. "Hey, Ken, this is Steve. I have to drop Buddy off at school and then run to visit Matt. I'm leaving a key for the shop in a safety box, under the signboard on the shop. I shouldn't be too long. I left a list of things on which I need you to concentrate on the desk. Don't forget there is a coffee pot and every thing you need in the refrigerator. What's that? Sure, there's a full bath at the back of the shop with a shower. Feel free to bring clean clothes and shower at the end of the day. Thanks again." He dropped the phone into the cradle and headed toward his bathroom. His stiff hard prick bounced straight out in front. God he needed Matt home soon. A few minutes later, Buddy hugged him and ran across the school lot to the entrance. Steve waved and aimed Truckasaurus toward Shadyside. The day crew was dealing with breakfast trays as he entered. The place was a beehive of activity. Gus had already gone home for the day but left Steve a note. He slipped it into his jacket pocket and peeked into Matt's room. A very tired and feeble looking Matt waved him in and tried desperately to get up to kiss him. "Whoa, happy dude, you better rest." Matt flopped back on the bed and smiled the look of someone either really tired or totally zoned. "Stevie, could you jack me off, I am soooooooooooooooooooohorny? Look." He threw back the sheet and hospital gown to reveal his fat, fat cock, stiff and proud. "Please." "Um, Matt, we're in you're hospital room, someone might walk in here." "Well, then they could jack me off." His hand slid over the edge of the bed and groped Steve's already struggling dick. "Oh mmmmmmmmmmmannnnnn, I need that thing. Let me suck you." "What happy pills are you on?" "Idonknow. I don't think I got to sleep until like 3 AM. Gus got them to give me something. Oh now there's a hot mature man, Gus can fuck my throat anytime." "Uh, I don't think that's his thing buddy." "How's Buddy? My boy." "He's good, dropped him at school. Dave and Ron are going to bring him by to visit you later. Uh, Matt, stop trying to pull down my zipper. Boy, you're flying." "Yeah, the room's still spinning. I think I need to sleep. Did I eat breakfast?" "No, I don't think so yet." Steve's cock was now fully erect down his pant leg with Matt rubbing it lovingly. "I'm going to call Gus this afternoon and see if I can't arrange a little private time for us. Hey, you're dozing off. Matt." Steve laughed at his zoned out lover. He kissed the man carefully on the lips. He watched Matt sleep for several minutes until he was sure the man was comfortable. His jacket became a shield to hide his dripping prick as he walked down the hallway to the desk. He asked a nurse if food would help Matt's drug reaction. She just laughed. It might but he obviously gets a good buzz, at least he isn't a belligerent patient. Just like Matt, cheap drunk too. But given the severity of the concussion, the broken bones, bruises, and then an appendectomy, he was doing well to be resting this well. His dick was still semi-erect when he got back to his shop. Ken's truck was in the back parking space and Ken was already laying out the day's project. Steve walked in, hung up his coat, poured himself a cup of coffee and chatted with Ken as the man hurried about prepping their work. Every move was a motion of sexual dynamite. Steve excused himself to get something in the house. Ken tried not to let the boss man know he couldn't help but notice his hardon. Steve returned about 20 minutes later somewhat in a better mood. Ken quietly chuckled and smiled at Steve. Gotta love a man in love. Gus's note had been an outline to Steve not to push Matt too much. He was concerned about the slow recovery from the concussion, the fever, and the infection that was reacting slowly to treatment. The doctor still hoped to let Matt go home by the weekend but he would still need someone to help him. Gus offered to help as he could, no charge. He liked Matt and Steve and appreciated their friendship with his son. He also wanted to casually introduce his youngest son to the men to help get a better feel as to whether or not he might be gay. Gus didn't seem at all concerned he might have two gay sons. He wanted the best for both of them. Steve, Matt and their friends were the best in his mind. ***** Buzz was uncharacteristically quiet as John helped him move his stuff from his apartment to Sam and Joe's. Buzz had asked a couple of his buddies, including Bill, to help and John had a friend from the force along too. The crew of beefy men moved Buzz's few belongings in no time. Bill quietly said goodbye and hoped he would see Buzz again soon. "So, you think this is what you want?" Bill rubbed Buzz's muscular delt and teased his friend. Buzz swallowed and quietly looked up with a tear in his eye. "I've never felt more right about this. This man is the one, I know it. I hope to spend my life with Officer John." "You're so young dude. How can you be so sure?" "I can't explain it. I just know it's right." The guys followed them over to Sam and Joe's. Sam had given Buzz a key and told him which room would be his and where he could store the stuff he wasn't using. Everyone said another goodbye when all the unloading was done. Buzz stood in the playroom with John, quietly dropped to his knees and waited. "I'm only going to be gone for a few weeks. You're to serve and help Sam and Joe in whatever way you can. That includes giving yourself to them for sex if that's what they want. Sam will continue to work with you at the gym. Don't slack in your last term at school. And don't forget I love you." John pulled him to his feet and wrapped his arms around the young man. "When is your flight?" "Tonight. I switched from tomorrow morning, thought I'd get a day's jump on things. I need to finish a few last minute things for packing and get going." "Do I have time for something before you leave?" John took a deep breath but before he could answer, Buzz dropped back to his knees and undid his pants. "Please let me have this, I need your juice before you go, sir. It'll help me, sir." John nodded as Buzz kissed the head of his cock. He licked it several times, deep cleaning the piss slit. "May I sir?" John placed his hand on the back of Buzz'z head. It was all the encouragement the man needed to suck off his new master. John's legs trembled at the ferocity of Buzz's love. The man could give one helluva blow job. He worked on the shaft then backed off, each time he started again it was with a deeper lust and need. The cop's cock seemed to grow harder with each change. "I can't wait anymore Buzz, but don't swallow it all, I want some back." He let fire several volleys of thick cum that slid easily down the happy man's throat. Somehow Buzz managed to save some. John pulled him back to his face and pressed his lips to Buzz'z. Their tongues exchanged the warm sticky spunk and Buzz trembled to control his own dick. "You need to get off?" Buzz weakly answered. "If you shoot on my boots th......." Buzz was back to the floor, his jeans open and his load splashing onto the heavy cop boots. He fell forward and greedily cleaned the man's boots. John smiled and watched the man working to get every drop from the shiny boots. "Thank you sir. I think I can make it now." John held him closely again. "So do I son, so do I." They parted at the front door. Buzz watched as John's car disappeared around the corner. He kept himself busy unpacking until Sam and Joe got home from work. Sam took one look at Buzz and opened his big arms. Buzz collapsed into them and cried. "It'll be OK son. These weeks will fly by. Are you scared?" "No sir. These are tears of joy. I couldn't be happier." ***** The friends settled into a routine that week of helping Steve and Buddy. Someone would watch Buddy while he did his homework and Steve got a chance to go to the gym. Or someone would take Buddy to visit his dad so Steve and Ken could keep up with the workload that was flooding Steve's small shop. Ken even volunteered to take Steve to his gym on Friday to give him a break and bond with his new boss. "Gotta tell ya Steve, I am loving this. It's so much better than waiting to find a job in north central Pennsylvania. Your friends are really great; your son is a super kid. I love the work and Sam is a lot of fun. I don't know if I told you but I brought my dog with me when I moved down here." Steve looked across the seat at his employee. His mouth dropped open. "You know, we've been so busy with work, and with Matt and Joe's recovery, I've hardly had a chance to get to know you. I am so fucking sorry." Ken proceeded to tell Steve his story. After his father died, his mother wanted to move to Florida to be with other relatives, his sister and brother lived in Philadelphia, he had very few relatives where he was and felt very alone, hence the move to Pittsburgh. He though he could handle it better than Philly. Just him and Doober, the retriever. The more Ken talked, the more Steve liked him as a solid feet-on-the-ground kind of guy. He wanted to go back to school and finish his degree but loved working with his hands and could never see himself working a corporate job. He apologized if he was a bit quiet and shy but his tour of two and a half years in Iraq left him just hanging. Steve felt like he wanted to hug him. But decided it would do nothing but maybe scare off the straight help. They got to the small but well-equipped gym and headed to the locker room. Ken very cautiously pulled off his jeans. Steve gasped at a scar on his upper quad and another on his back. "You didn't tell me you had been wounded. Ken are you OK?" He carefully touched the scar on the man's broad back. Ken pulled on his workout gear, not without setting Steve's cock into overdrive again. "Yeah, physically I'm pretty good, emotionally not so. It takes time. The leg thing really screws up my squats, it'll be a while before I can hit the heavy weights again." Steve whistled softly. "You look pretty damn good all considered. Oh, I mean that as a compliment, I mean, not as a gay man, oh shit, I'm your boss and I'm like sexually harassing you." He looked down at the floor and shook his head. Ken fell out laughing. "No, you aren't." He bounced his prime pecs. "If anything, I'm flattered. And I appreciate that you care. Too many folks at home still support the war. I don't know what I believe there anymore. I did my share. Time to move on. I've learned to keep my mouth shut." "Gotta agree with ya." "No, I mean, time to move on and hit the weights. Come on boss." They pushed weight for two hours working like a well-oiled workout machine. It was one more thing that impressed Steve about Ken. He focused on his work, he focused on his workout, and he was just a damned nice guy. Steve thanked him for the workout as they headed back to the locker room and showers. Scott was walking in with another taller black guy to hit the weights. "Hey Steve, how's Matt coming along? And Joey? I was up in Erie for a job this week and only got home. Is everyone okay?" Steve hugged Scott briefly. "Yeah, Joe's doing well. The bruises are healing, his face doesn't look like a blue mess and his lip is back to normal size. Uh, they have one more day for something else to heal, if you get my drift. Matt's coming along. A slight infection from an emergency appendectomy but they hope to send him home tomorrow." "Oh man, that's good to hear. Hey this is Bill. He just started working with my company and likes heating and a/c as much as I do." Bill held out his hand to Steve and Ken. The big man's upper body was phenomenal but like many guys, he hid his legs with baggy, baggy workout pants. "Oh and this is Ken. A carpenter I just hired. I haven't managed to scare him away in a week." Ken looked at Bill and glanced at his legs. "So, Scott you joining us for dinner tonight?" "Yeah. I'll be there. May drag Bill along if you don't mind. He don't say much but man can this dude eat.!" Bill snorted a laugh. "I'm a growin' boy." Scott rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Well, he'll do well at this place tonight. Lots of food, cheap. We'll see you there." Steve and Ken watched them cross the room. Bill had a slight limp but otherwise was one big man. The two men turned back toward the locker room. "So, what are your plans for the weekend? Big nights out?" "Not really, not much of a bar person and the smoke kills me. I have laundry to do, need to spend some quality time with Doober, maybe a trip to the doggie park. And I need to look for a better apartment. The place I'm in is fine but the neighborhood is a bit shaky, so I'd like to find a place where I can get a garage for the truck or not have to worry about it as much. Don't have much furniture; almost everything I kept is in storage for the time being. Now that I have a job, I can look for something in this general area. My lease is up in two months, so I want to get shaking." He bent over to pull off his shorts and jock exposing his prime butt to Steve. Steve's cock twitched as he prayed in his mind that Matt could get home this weekend. He needed to have Matt's body, casts and all back, in his bed. For just a brief second he thought about swiping Ken's sweaty jock. It took all of Steve's willpower to control his dick in the communal showers with Ken. The man had the face, the body and a great personality any woman would want. The first time Ken turned around to face him in the shower and he saw the big, uncut dick, Steve's dick started to stretch. He quickly showered and headed back to dress. Ken joined him with his towel loosely draped around his waist. "So, what about you? You heading over to see Matt?" "Yeah, Sam's nephew Davey and his buddy Ron have Buddy, his son, over at the hospital now. I'm going over to meet them after you drop me off. Then, we're all going out for dinner." "It's nice how all your friends have chipped into help with Buddy. Gives you some time to finish work projects, do the gym, groceries, you know." He pulled his jeans up over the thick quads and ample butt. All Steve could think about was burying his tongue in Matt's ass. "Hey, you want to come along? I know we're not your cup of tea but they're a good group of guys and there are a couple of straight guys too." Ken smiled as he pulled on a clean sweater. "Where are you going?" "A little neighbourhood place off of Route 30, we can use the back room there since there are so many of us." "Okay, give me directions and I'll meet you there after I take care of Doober." "Well, why don't you drop me at my place. I'll take care of Sam. Then I can drive over to meet you at your apartment and you can ride along to the hospital to meet Matt. But, I will understand if you want to avoid the hospital, um, war wounds and all." "No. No. I'd like that." They grabbed the rest of their gear and headed for the parking lot. ***** Sam and Joe opted for a home gym workout with Buzz joining them. Sam was intent on keeping his word to Officer John and put Buzz through an intense workouts all week that always left the poor man gasping and wheezing. He stood in front of the mirror and flexed. "Holy crap! I can see the difference in my body in only a couple of days with you guys. John's gonna shit himself when he sees me in a couple of weeks." He stripped down to his underwear and ran through several poses. Sam and Joe stood behind him admiring the view. Buzz dropped his arms and looked at the two men in the mirror. He quietly turned around and dropped to his knees in front of Sam. He reached out for each of their hands and kissed them. "You men have been so good to me, teaching me so much in only a couple of days to serve my Master when he returns. But you have yet to ask me to serve you the way I should. Please Sam, take me before we go to dinner tonight or promise me that when we get home, you will. And please let Joe also use me. Please sirs." Sam smiled down at Buzz's sweat drenched flushed face. "I think we can grab a quick couple of fucks before dinner." He lifted Buzz to his feet and hugged all three of them together in his big arms. "Do you want to go upstairs to the bedroom or use the sling i......." "Playroom sir, yes, please." Buzz was up and out the door, stripped naked and half into the sling before Sam could finish his sentence. He looked quietly at Joe and smiled. "And you wanted to get a dog." They walked into the playroom. Buzz had recovered and dropped to his knees on the floor. "Good boy." Joe stifled a giggle. "Now Buzz, I want you to demonstrate on my boy Joey here how you can pleasure a man's ass. You ready?" "Oh yessir, please sir, may I?" Joe bent forward over a padded bench they used for fucking and displayed his naked butt to Buzz. Buzz's thick Italian sausage was hard as a rock as he took his place behind Joe. "Joe, buddy, I know you still might be a bit tender from the mess you went through in Chicago but if I in any way hurt you, well, you give me a signal and I will do my best to pleasure you." "I'm pretty good Buzz. Sam has to wait one more day to fuck me but your tongue will feel damn good up my ass." Buzz knelt, placed his hand on Joe's lifter butt and spread them apart. There were still a few signs of bruising on Joe's backside which Buzz tenderly kissed. Sam watched him take a deep breath of Joe's male scent. Buzz's eyes glazed over as he methodically ate away at Joe's hole. Sam looked at Joe's face. His eyes were closed and his mouth open in ecstasy. Deep guttural moans emanated from well, somewhere in his ass. Sam couldn't tell if they were sounds Joe was making or Buzz. He stood in front of Joe to watch the look of joy washing over his boy. "How's Buzz doing Joe?" Joe's eyes snapped open. He dropped forward on the bench, pulling Sam's workouts shorts down with him. He pulled Sam forward and swallowed the semi-erect shaft. Sam felt as if his dick was being sucked through Joe into Buzz's mouth. He let Joe suck him into a full throbbing erection then pried Joe's mouth off of his dick. "Okay, guys, Buzz get your ass into the sling. Joe feed him your dick while I lube his ass a bit." Buzz practically sprung into the sling. His head was back and down waiting for Joe's big cock. Sam tested Buzz's eager hole with his fingers. "Still clean Buzz, good boy." Buzz could only mumble his response with his mouth filled with musclehunk dick. Sam applied a bit of lube to the trainee's wet drooling hole. He positioned his cockhead at the pucker and tested. Buzz moaned. Sam thrust forward and buried his cock in one motion. Buzz managed to find one of each of the man's big tits above him and worked them as he got fucked from both ends. Joe felt himself being pulled forward and had to grab the overhead supports to keep from falling into Sam. "Good grief, it's like one of those pneumatic tubes has a grip on my dick. Sam you better fill this kid up quickly before he sucks my dick off at the roots." "Well, since we still have to shower before dinner, I guess I'll pick up the speed a bit." He grabbed the overhead supports, pressed his mouth against Joe's and began slamming his still growing cock deep into Buzz's ass. Buzz began to react and desperately sucked on Joe. His moans of desperation went up an octave as thick cords of cum flew from his cock to splatter off Joe's tight abs and onto Buzz'z chest below. The spasms of Buzz's ass grabbed Sam's cock and sucked a thick load deep into the shuddering young man. Sam broke off Joe's kiss. "Damn, John's gonna have to work hard to keep this ass filled." Joe tried to straighten up. "Where's the button to release the suction? Buzz leggo my dick." Buzz reluctantly let Joe's cock flop from his mouth. The big tube looked like it had been in a vacuum pump. "Wow. How long since you had sex?" Buzz weakly mumbled. "About a week. Being around you two all the time provides a lot of stimulation. Knowing what I need to do and learn to please John just makes me hornier. And I promised I wouldn't jerk off." Sam pulled him to his feet and out of the sling. He pulled all three of them together for another kiss. "John's in for one great time with you. Go get showered. We need to be at the restaurant in 45 minutes. Buzz grabbed his gear and hurried out of the playroom. They watched the beefy football butt sexily walk away. Joe hugged against Sam and sighed contentedly. "I don't know who's going to be more sore. Buzz's ass from John's fucking him or John's dick trying to throw a fuck into that hungry hole." Joe looked down at his swollen cock. "Remember when I said I thought a vacuum pump could be fun. Forget it. Just let Buzz swing on your dick for a while." Sam lovingly stroked Joe's cock. "Is it broken?" "Damn near." ***** Steve walked into Matt's room with Ken tagging behind. "Hey bud, how're you feeling?" He gave Matt a loving kiss and careful hug. "Pretty good. I'm eating regular food again, more or less, with this hospital stuff. And praise god, I can go home tomorrow." He thought Steve was going to cry. "Oh man that's great news, I'll be here at 10, to check you out?" "Yeah, that'll work. Um." "Oh, stupid me. Matt, this is Ken. The carpenter I hired. He worked out with me and is going to dinner with all of us tonight." Ken shook Matt's good hand. "Nice to meet ya. Steve's told me a lot about you. All good." "Oh really, well it better be good." Matt studied the handsome man and glanced back up at Steve. Steve was busy checking Matt's casts. "I'm fine nurse Racket, stop fussing. If you're going to do this when I get home, then I'm going to stay here." Ken tilted his head. "I thought that was Nurse Wratchet, or something like that." "You ain't never heard this man snore. One huge racket." Matt looked accusingly at Ken. "You haven't heard him...." "No, he hasn't. You doing better on the crutches?" "Oh yeah, like a well-honed athlete. Thinking of entering the Olympics." "Well, we'll see." The three men chatted a few minutes before Steve and Ken hit the road for the restaurant. Dave and Ron were meeting them there with Buddy. Steve kissed Matt again. "You get some rest. I'll see ya at 10 tomorrow morning and we'll spring you from this joint." Matt just laughed. Ken shook his hand again. "Nice meeting you. If you guys need anything, any help around the house tomorrow, just call me. I'm going to hit the head before we leave, meet you at the desk." Matt pursed his lips and pointed a finger at Steve. "What happened to the old, fat, out of shape carpenter you were going to hire?" "Matt! He's straight, give me a break. The man knows carpentry. We work well together as a team. Ohhhhhhhhh, you're jealous." "I'm not jealous but Steve, for heaven sakes, the man's like fucking hot. And he ain't straight." "NO, he isn't, look." Matt threw back his sheet and gown to show Steve his stiff, throbbing dripping cock. "My dick doesn't lie, that man ain't straight." Steve licked his lips. "Oh, so that thing is like your gaydar, yeah sure, but mm-mm." A few minutes later Steve jogged to the elevator and apologized to Ken for taking a few extra minutes. The elevator slid shut. Ken looked down at the floor and snorted. "Um, Steve, you might want to wipe your mouth." "Oh gawd." ***** The backroom at The Point was filled with the gang of friends for dinner. Big Mike the owner, hurried out the drink orders and appetizers. Ken relaxed and fit right in. Bill even seemed to hit it off with everyone despite Scott giving them the "sign" that he was straight. Talk centered on Matt's pending release from the hospital and quick plans were thrown together for a potluck at Steve's tomorrow night to welcome him home. Nothing elaborate, just the immediate world. Big Mike promised to come and provide beer and a couple of pizzas. By the time the dinner ended, it was out of control. Ken teased Steve as they climbed back into Steve truck and headed to Ken's. "Do you think Matt will be able to handle all of this? He seems eager to get home but he also seems a bit tired." "I hope so. His friends love him and are really glad he is okay and coming home. If it wears him out too much well, I'll be sleeping on the sofa alone with just my right hand. Oops, sorry." "That's okay, I think you guys should know that I, hey, hey, watch for that deer!" Steve swerved to miss the elegant animal. "Damn, there are so many of them out this way, like playing dodge deer. That's all I would need to do is wreck this puppy and neither of us have a vehicle." They chatted about deer for the next few minutes until getting to Ken's. He hopped out of the truck. "See ya tomorrow, and thanks for including me." Steve watched Ken's beefy butt in the tight jeans head up the sidewalk. He pulled away from the curb. "Man I need me some butt." ***** Matt was feeling a bit tired but was beyond happy to be home and back in his friends' arms. The impromptu party they had planned the night before seemed to be getting a bit out of hand. By seven thirty, the house was crowded and even Sam had retreated to a safe corner to avoid getting stepped on despite the plentiful opportunities to mooch. Steve had included Doc Jeff and his partner Lee, Sam's brother Dave and their parents, Gus and Tim, and a few people he didn't recognize. Big Mike and his partner organized the kitchen and dining room and everyone was soon happily mingling. Matt propped himself in a comfortable chair in the living room with Sam by his side and held court. The friends were happy to have Matt home and recovering and Joe well on his way to being recovered. He enjoyed the outpouring of caring from everyone but couldn't help but get a bit horny each time Steve wandered by to check on him. The big man was wearing one of his sexiest pairs of old worm jeans that hugged every muscle in his long legs and round butt. Hot men were everywhere. Ron was in an opposite corner visiting with Scott, both in snug long sleeve pullovers that did little to hide their upper body proportions. He didn't know the tall, thickly built black man to whom they were talking but admired the Steeler's shirt stretched to the limits across the big pecs and heavily muscled shoulders. Sam, Joe, Bruce and Steve were their usual understated sexy selves. Big Gus was one big sexy man and his son, Tim, was going to be a real head turner as he matured. Buzz was everywhere helping where he could in jeans and a snug `slutware' shirt. Matt had to keep shaking his head to clear his thoughts. Steve brought him a fresh beer and plopped into the seat next to him. Matt took a long drink and set his beer on the table. "So how you holding up? Tired?" "I'm not too bad but I do have one problem." He moved the pillow he had set in his lap, the same one that he had used to prop up his leg earlier. His cock was pushing to get free in the cutoff jeans. "Watching you walk back and forth in those jeans, dammm. Who's the guy talking to Scott and Ron?" "Oh that's Bill, works with Scott. We're not sure of his story but he didn't blink an eye to come even after Scott explained the diversity of the crowd. Nice guy." "Nice chest." "And that's Ken over there, you met him last night." "Yeah, right, the fat, old out of shape carpenter you hired. Double damn, would you look at that ass. You better be ready later tonight. You are in so much deep shit for hiring that hot son of a bitch." Matt looked at him in disbelief. "Ready for what? For me to read select excerpts from the congressional record to you?" "What do you think?" He fidgeted to get comfortable. "Oh shit, I think my deck just escaped from my cutoffs. Hey, you invited Barrister Bob." "Yeah, he's a good guy. Been really helpful." "So is the divorce about final?' "Not too much longer but that's not why I invited him. Buddy asked if he could come live with us and I think that's a good idea. Your ex doesn't seem to show him all that much attention. So, I thought we could corner Bob and ask him what we need to do to be sure Buddy could move here permanently." "You'd do that for me?" "Of course. And Sam. Sam loves Buddy. Won't even sleep with me anymore." "Damn I love you, give me a kiss." Bruce and Steve were making Joe strip off his shirt in the corner to show how well his bruises were healing. Steve hugged his slightly embarrassed employee. "I am so glad your improving. I was scared shitless when we walked into that apartment and found a trail of blood spots, and then you face down on the bed. My heart was in my mouth." "Yeah. I'm feeling pretty good. I had a call from Al and he's sending me a copy of the tape they confiscated from the one guy they caught. These assholes taped everything they did. He said I may want to view it a little bit at a time. It'll either make me really ill or really horny." Sam walked up behind him and squeezed his butt. "We're not watching any tape until after." Bruce hugged Joe in support. "After what?" Sam smiled gleefully. "Doc said we could resume maneuvers tomorrow." He kissed Joe behind the ear on his neck. "And my dick is in need of what my boy can give." Joe leaned against him. "Give nothing. I'm taking me as much of that biker daddy dick as I can. It's been too long." Bruce shrugged. "Now there's a phrase I never heard about Sam's dick, `too long." Dave Jr. was chatting football with Gus and his son Tom in the hallway. Tim was happy to find out he would know two guys before school started next fall. Dave offered to get them fresh drinks. Tim smiled and looked down at the floor." "So, Dad, did Buzz tell you?" "Tell me what?" "That I sorta like men over women? I mean look around here, male couple, male couple, male couple, two men who should be a couple. You're trying to tell me something aren't you?" Gus squeezed his son's shoulder. "Nope. Well, maybe. Buzz never said a word to me except about his own life. I sorta got the idea from things you did or said. I want you to know I love Buzz with all my heart same as all my boys. Timmy, if you're gay, it ain't nothing to be ashamed of. These are damned fine men I've had the pleasure to get to know this last week. Good men. Better than a lot of the scum out there passing themselves off as god's gift. I only want what's best for you and for you to be happy. You need to know you can come to me and talk about any problem that's bothering you, well, with the exception of a couple. Might have to send you to Steve or Sam for some things. You don't have to pretend to be anything you aren't around me. I may not understand all of it right away, but I'll try. Hell Buzz was trying to explain that he's found someone and he's going to be his slave. I haven't figured all that out yet but the kid's damn happy. And I met the guy who's his partner, big man, a cop." Tim's eyes flew open wide. "Buzz is going to do the master-slave thing with a cop. You're teasing me to get a reaction." "Nope. The man's happy as a clam. Love like I see in his eyes is nothing to kid about. I was damned lucky with your mother. I hope you find someone in your life like one of these men. I wanted you to meet Dave and Ron who can share some of that too." "What do you mean?" "I think you need to talk with Ron." Dave had come back with their drinks. "What your Dad's saying is that Ron is gay. I'm the token straight dude here and feeling way out of place, well except for your Dad, and my Dad and my grandparents. Ron's become pretty open, talk with him." Tim looked at the young man smiling back at him and up at his father's face. "He fell into his father's arms and cried." "Thanks. I love you Dad." Bill sauntered over to the counter for another slice of pizza. Ken was helping himself to a big bowl of salad. "So, Scott tells me that Steve told him, do I have the names right, god I'm confused? Anyway, you just got back from Iraq a couple of months ago?" Ken nodded his head and scarfed down a mouthful of salad. "Yehnrigd. Sorry. My father died and I was at the end of my tour, so I got out a couple of weeks early. Was over there almost two and a half years all totaled. Iraq, Kuwait and some of the other areas for support." "Me too. Got home only two weeks ago. Lucked out and Scott's company needed an HVAC guy, so I landed a job. Helps keep my head on straight." "I hope you don't mind my asking, but I noticed you have a bit of a limp." "Yeah, mangled my left leg pretty badly and some damage to my right but didn't lose them. Feel damn lucky, too many guys losing their lives to this low class guerrilla's insurgent shit. Ain't gonna be running anytime soon but I hope to get back to it. You come back okay?" "Coupla bullet holes, missed anything important. Saw too many of my buddies killed though. Still, ain't the hellhole, for me anyway, that `Nam was for lots of guys." "I'll drink to that. But if things don't turn around soon, it could end up being just as ugly a long-term mess. You going back?" "No way. I'd cut my nuts off before going back. Steve's given me a great opportunity to do something I like and I need to focus on getting myself back together. Create a new life for myself. You?" "Hell fuck no. I have my sights set on something else for my future." Ken smiled and looked at the floor. Bill thought he saw a tear drop. "Here's to us and not having to go through that again" They clanked beer bottles. "I'm all for my country but, well, later. I need some air. Excuse me." Bill watched the young man make his way through the group to the kitchen door. He stepped outside. Bill took a deep breath. "I hear ya brother." He walked back over to where Doc Jeff was amusing several of the guys. Scott slipped his arm around the man's shoulders and smiled. Sam had been talking with his parents at the kitchen table and witnessed the exchange between Ken and Bill. His brother came over and sat down to spend some quality family time. He excused himself and slipped out the kitchen door to the back porch. Ken was leaning against a post drinking his beer." "Hey Sam." "Aren't you cold?" "Nah, compared to Iraq, this is heaven, besides it's always chilly where I come from in northern PA." "Yeah, Steve told me you weren't from the Pittsburgh area. How're things working out here for you?" Ken got a big smile. "Thanks to Steve, great. I love working with him. I love carpentry and he does some really bitchin stuff. He showed me all the projects he has lined up, I'm feeling lucky." "I'd say you are, besides the job. I overheard about the war wounds. Sorry. I've lucked out in my life and never had to go to war. Just a big school bum." Ken laughed. "Joe told me you're actually a PhD, that true?" "Shhhh, don't tell anyone, ruins my image as a Daddy. Can't be a tough leather guy and have a doctorate ya know." "Oh, I don't know, makes ya sexier." "So, overall how was your experience in Iraq?" "Frustrating. On one hand, Saddam needed to go, but we didn't have a plan, or much of one that I saw about that. And then all these zealot nutbags came swarming into the country. The Iraqi people want to move on, but these fuckups are taking over and well, you hear the news. We worked so hard and they are tearing the country apart. And some of their beliefs are completely, opposite of ours, the woman thing, the sex, thing, hating gays." "Yeah, it's a mess. Your unit make it through okay?" Ken swallowed hard and shook his head. "No." His voice was strained and low. "That's one of the hard parts about being around you guys. You all love each other and are so open and accepting, and ...." "Snipers?" "That and car bombs. Everywhere. Fucking car and truck bombs. You headed out every patrol saying your prayers. You looked at the concern and fear in your buddies eyes and..." "Sorry Ken, we don't need to talk about this, it obviously upsets..." "No, it's not just that. I've held so much in and need to live my life. To move on. I watched my....." "Buddies?" "My.....best....my....." Ken fell into Sam's big arms and wept. "It's all right son, you're home." "But alone. I watched this car bomb and my, the only man who meant...." Sam held Ken tightly as his body convulsed in pain and tears. "You're among a group of men who will love you and help you anyway they can. What was his name son?" "Dave. We'd been together since enlisting. Thought it would make for a better life for ourselves, even though we knew we couldn't be...everything we needed to be." Ken collapsed to the ground on his knees. Sam held him tighter. "I've got you son. Let it go. You were more than just army buddies?" 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