Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2006 17:19:07 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Starting Again Chapter 18

Brian Toomey couldn't believe it when he had received his aunt's call a
couple of weeks prior about his uncle's arrest for alleged solicitation and
underage sex with boys.  It had been five years since he had spoken with
his uncle who had also forbidden his aunt from having anything to do with
him.  After all, Brian was a homosexual.  The fact that his aunt was
divorcing him and wanted to re-establish her relationship with her nephew
was no small miracle.  He jumped at the chance to visit her.  She was aglow
with a new life for herself when he arrived.  She talked about the nice
guys who lived down the street from her and that he should go introduce
himself.  He was obviously reluctant but when she mentioned how muscular
they were, well, what could a small introduction hurt?

And now here he was a few weeks later, having made another trip up from DC
to attend a party for a man he didn't know.  He had become fast friends
with Sam and Joe who were happy to share their friends and to have another
gym buddy.  He sipped his beer and almost dropped the bottle when the
bearded leather-clad man walked through the door and hugged Sam.  Bill was
standing next to him and could only blink at John's arrival. When he was
followed by an equally hot tall Greek man in leather, he turned to Bill and
gestured speechlessly.

Brian took a long drink from his bottle.  "I take it you didn't really know
this John either?"  Bill shook his head no.  "Who's the other man?"  Bill
shrugged.  Bill turned toward him with his back to the door.

"Are you as hard as I am?"  Brian glanced down at the outline of the
megadick in Bill's pants leg.

Brian stared.  "Fuck.  Is that all you?  Is that real? Damn, um, I think
I'm only about half that hard. So to speak."

"Yeah, it's all me."

Brian looked up into the handsome black man's face.  "John who?"  Bill
could only laugh.  "Ya know, a few weeks ago I would never thought I'd be
standing here among a group of men with this much muscle, um, and dick.
And, this is like the nicest group of people I could ever meet."

"Yeah, I hear ya.  I think I'm damned lucky to have crossed paths with
Scott and landed this job.  Now I got a bunch of buddies that I really
like, just wish I could find a lover among them."  Bill glanced back across
the room.  Brian followed his eyes.  He studied Bill's face for a second.

"Have you told this guy you like him?"

Bill pursed his lips. "Huh?  Nah.  What? Ain't no one interested in me and
my scrawny legs thanks to that shit can war."

Brian squeezed his shoulder.  "No one here is judging you by your legs.
Dick maybe."  Bill smiled.  "I know I like the man I've gotten to know,
you're a good guy."

"Thanks."

"So can I suck you off now before this John guy claims you?"

Bill almost snorted beer through his nose. "You're a smart ass.  He's here
to claim Buzz."  The two stopped and looked at each other. "Lucky Buzz."
They threw their arms around each other and laughed. Brian felt a jolt of
energy shoot through him when Bill's dick rubbed against him.

"But really.  If you don't leave here tonight with whomever this guy is,
then I'll gladly play second fiddle.  And I ain't saying that to be a smart
ass.  You're way more than your legs and dick."  Brian stood in front of
Bill during John and Buzz's ceremony and felt the big cock brushing against
his ass the whole time.  Bill kept apologizing.  "No need to apologize.  It
senses a warm moist place to hide."  Bill buried his face in Brian's
shoulder to muffle his snickering.  *****

Thad quickly got swept up in the group of friends himself. Still, there
were too many names.  He stepped into the hallway to gather his thoughts
for a moment and was joined by Gus.  "Hi, I'm Thad.  Sam's friend from San
Francisco.  So Buzz is your son?"  Gus nodded.  "Takes a pretty big
open-minded man to give his son away to another man in a ceremony like
this."

Gus tipped his drink to Thad.  "Thanks.  But it's more a matter of my being
selfish.  I'm a father who just wants my boys to be happy and have what
they want in life.  Buzz's two older brothers are here, neither of them
cornered the market on applying their brains, but they work hard, have
great families and are devoted fathers and good providers.  I take pride in
their accomplishments.  Buzz, loves his job, played football, did well in
college and now has a life partner who is one of the finest men in this
community.  Too bad he can't actually get married."

"Is he out at work?"

"John?  Hmmm. Don't know.  Doesn't matter. He's a gay cop and is still one
of the finest men in this community.  People here are lucky to have him on
the force.  His sexual orientation has nothing to do with his ability to do
his job.  If I needed the police, I'd be damned happy to see him show up at
my door."

"So would I, but that's another story."  Thad waved at the den with is
beer.  "And your other son, Tim?"

Gus tilted his head to one side.  "Yeah, to look at either Buzz or Tim,
you'd never pick them out as gay.  Timmy, well, he wants to play football
but he also wants to be a doctor."

"So which will it be?"

Gus chuckled.  "Oh he'll play football and if anyone on the other team
makes a smart ass comment about being a faggot, well, I pity da man.  But,
in the long run, he'll be a doctor.  He's not overly impressed with the
false idols a lot of professional athletes have become.  He's got his head
screwed on tightly, just hope I can afford to help him with med school.
What about you Thad?  What brings you to Pittsburgh?"

"Funny, you should ask.  I just happened to cross paths with John when he
was in `master's classes' so to speak, in California.  The guys with whom
he was staying are friends of mine.  We hit it off very quickly and when we
realized we had the same friends, in this case Sam, it was like I found a
long lost brother.  I know a lot of people back home, but really miss the
close friendship I had with Sam.  He has a way of pulling people to him.
And bringing out the best in people.  Sadly, he never had luck finding a
lover until Joe. That was fate.  Anyway, I heard about this job with a
private company, interviewed, got it and my bosses ended up being Bruce and
Steve.  The two big crazy guys in the kitchen.  I'm actually here on
business, very convenient thanks to them."

"So, are you moving here?"

"Not sure yet."

"Well, judging by the guys giving you the eye, there are lots of men
interested."

"You sure they're looking at me and not you?"

Gus let out a hoot.  "Good one.  Nah, I am flattered but these guys know
I'm hopelessly straight."  He shook his head.  "Oh yeah, not that I ain't
played the field but sorry Thad, I am a one man woman and that was my late
wife.  My hand keeps me company most nights now."  He waved his right hand
and almost hit Ken. "Damn, sorry."

Ken leaned back and feigned fear.  "It's okay, I still have some reflexes.
How you holding up as the father of the, um, what is Buzz?"

Gus shrugged. "Haven't a clue."

"Hi, Thad, was it? I'm Ken."

Gus nodded to the two men.  "If you men will excuse me, I am going to bid
my goodnight to our hosts and my son."  He crossed through to the den and
ran into Dave.  The two men chatted, said their goodbyes and decreased the
number of straight men by two.  Dave Jr. went running after his dad, who
tended to leave him in places. Buzz's brothers, while openly happy to grab
ass or crotch, decided they were soon to leave to go home to their wives
before they too jumped the fence.  Ken was still in the front hallway
talking with Thad as each group departed.

Buzz was torn between wanting to fall on his knees and beg to suck John's
dick on the spot, or to protect his baby brother who was making the rounds
of meeting the older gay men.  He was getting a beer for John when he felt
a hot hand slide between his butt cheeks.

"Damn bro, whatcha got in there?"

"It's a butt plug.  Stop playing with it cause the more you do that, the
stiffer, shit, now ya done it.  My dick's about to pop out of my jock."
Tim peeked around to watch Buzz trying to push his dick back into the
leather pouch."

"Damn, I'll be fucked.  Remote control."  He pressed his lips against his
brother's and slipped him a deep passionate kiss.  "Buzz, you don't know
how long I wanted to tell you I was queer.  And how long I wanted to kiss
you.  We got us some fine looking men in our family but you push all my
buttons.  I'm sorry if that creeps you out."

Buzz slowly shook his head and stared across the room then back to look in
to Tim's steely blue eyes.  "Doesn't creep me out a bit.  Love between two
men is wonderful and who says two gay brothers sharing love is wrong.
Besides the religious nutcases?  You're growing up to be one hot mother and
I'd do you."

"Really?  Would John let you do that now?  Cause being around all these hot
men, well, I'm a mess."

"You need to learn some self control."

"Oh fuck, I'm about to unload a gallon of self-control."

Buzz straightened up quickly.  "Stop playing with my butt plug."

The two brothers chatted for a few minutes until John came to find his
beer.  "Breaking training already?  You wander off to get me a beer and
here you are playing grab ass with this hot young man."  A serious look of
fear shot across Buzz's face.  "I'm kidding. Relax.  Tim, I'm John.  We
never really met but Buzz has told me about all his brothers.  So how's Gus
taking it that two of his sons are gay?"

Tim threw his arm over Buzz's shoulders.  "Dad is great, that man is truly
one of a kind.  Even when he has to address some dumbass thing one of us
did, he always turned it around to be a positive lesson. I don't think he
ever raised a hand to one of us, even Buzz here.  He was always pushing the
envelope."

Buzz shook his head in agreement.  "Nope, never slapped our butts, not that
I wouldn't have minded."

John sipped his beer.  "So, you're saying at a young age that you liked
getting spanked?"  Buzz blushed.  "Now why doesn't that surprise me?"

Tim laughed.  "Buzz was obviously in love with Dad.  Even as a kid I saw
that but didn't understand it until now.  And now, well."  Tim gave John a
close look from boots to high and tight.  "Damn."

John chuckled.  "So Buzz, you ready to go home and fuck?"

"OH, oh, can I watch?"

"Tim!!"

John smiled.  "Well, as much as I liked getting to see all our friends, and
the ceremony, it would be boring for you Tim, to just watch us fuck.  Go
get your stuff Buzz."  Buzz hurried away to grab the few things he had
packed for the night.  John chatted with Tim a few minutes and then went to
say his goodbyes to Sam and Joe.  Buzz returned with a shoulder bag.

"I'm ready. We can get the rest tomorrow."  Sam looked at the near naked
man.

"Don't you think you should slip some jeans on, it's cold out there?"

"Nah.  I have my bike jacket and I can survive in my jock until we get to
John's place."

"Our place."  A big grin washed across Buzz's face.

"Sam, Joe, thanks for everything.  I'll try to remember everything you
taught me and make you proud."

Sam flashed a big grin.  "Somehow tonight, I don't think you'll have to
remember more than the basics."

"Where's Tim?  I wanted to say goodnight."

John looked around.  "He may be in the restroom or downstairs.  I think he
had his eye on Thad."

Buzz pulled on his jacket.  "Oh well. I'll call him tomorrow.  Night guys."

Sam and Joe watched the two men head for John's truck.  "Well there they go
to fuck themselves senseless."

Joe tilted his head and nodded. "Works for me."

A few minutes later John slid the truck into the garage and pushed the
garage door closer button.  Buzz dropped his bag in the hallway and hung up
their jackets.  John stopped him at the bottom of the steps and felt the
base of the big butt plug. "Uh huh, this way."  He led Buzz downstairs to a
newly framed room with all the right toys and a new sling.  "Had this built
while I was away.  You like?"

"Oh yes sir.  May I get in it?"

"You might want to make a quick clean check-up, everything you need is in
the bathroom down here."

Buzz headed off to do his duty and returned to the new playroom to find
John stripped to his big boots, heavy studded leather jock and harness.
Another dimly lit figure stood in the dark at the head of the sling.  The
lean muscled body also in boots and jock stepped forward.  Buzz blinked.
"Tim?"

John rubbed John's shoulders.  "He asked if he can watch.  DO you mind?"

"No, not at all, maybe he can do more than watch?"

"Well, then you need to show him."

Buzz stepped over to his brother and knelt to kiss his boots and then
licked the straining jock pouch.  He stood to kiss the taller man.  "You're
one hot stud, little brother."

"Back at ya Buzz."

Buzz turned back to John and placed himself in the sling.  John ran his
hands over the thickly muscled cleanly shaved body.  "Damn you look good."

"Take me sir.  Please sir, fuck me. I'm ready for you sir."

"Tim, get a little closer so he can rest his head against you."  Tim felt
the weight of Buzz's head just above his throbbing dick.  He placed his
hands over Buzz's on the chains and looked down at his brother's muscles.
He watched as John unsnapped the leather pouch and let his fat thick long
dick spring free.

"Holy shit.  All the jokes about billy clubs are racing through my mind."

John stifled a laugh.  "Yeah. Buzz likes my club."

"Yessir I do, sir, puhleeze sir, fuck me now, sir."

John placed his cock against Buzz's pucker and let a few drops of his
precum slather over the quivering hole.  Buzz moaned.  John pushed forward
in one fast smooth move.  Tim's jaw dropped as the big tool disappeared up
his brother's butt in one move.

Buzz screamed.  "OH GAWD, YES SIR, DON'T MOVE LET ME ENJOY THIS, OH FUCK,
PLEASE SIR."

John slowly pulled back and out, only to thrust back in with more force.
"What do you want Buzz?"

"I want you to, I need you to fuck me sir, hard, hard, hard."  Tim watched
and broke out in a sweat to match John and Buzz as they became a fucking
machine.  John fine tuned his boy's ringed nips and soon had the man
bucking for more in the sling.  Buzz's head dropped down below Tim's balls.
Tim felt his brother's tongue searching for his asshole.  John watched the
young man's face.

"Lose that pouch Tim and feed this piggy your dick."  Tim unsnapped the
leather pouch and released his dick.

Buzz stared up from below.  "Damn Tim, you got Dad's dick.  All I got was
mom's legs."

John looked at Tim's face.  Tim nodded.  "Yeah, mom had scary legs but Buzz
has a lot more muscle.  And that's not too shabby a dick I see bouncing
around there."

"Okay, I'm trying not to picture your mom's legs.  Give him your dick."
Tim fed Buzz his big cock and watched it disappear down the greedy throat.
The two men fucked Buzz for another 20 minutes before John unloaded deep
into his boy's ass.  Buzz let Tim's cock drop from his mouth as John bent
forward to kiss him.  He looked up at Tim's sweaty face.  "You shoot?"

"No sir."

"Then, you need to unload in this slave's ass."  Tim stepped around and
took up the space between Buzz's upturned legs.  He placed the head of his
dick against his brother's pucker and pushed in.  Buzz watched his
brother's face as he fucked him and smiled when the teenager's spunk mixed
with his lover's deep in his gut.  Tim stood panting and rubbing his face
against Buzz's shiny boot.

John stepped around and pushed Tim deeper into Buzz.  "Was that your first
time fucking a man?"  Tim nodded as another spasm of cum shot deep into
Buzz.

"I jerk off with a couple if guys I met but never fucked anyone.  Man, that
was sweet."

"Buzz, take care of these."  Buzz slowly got up from the sling and dropped
to his knees.  He patiently cleaned the two big dicks hanging in front of
him.  Tim's body shook as the hot mouth cleaned his sensitive dick.

"He didn't get off John."

"And he won't until I tell him to."  Tim looked from Buzz to John.  "Do you
want it?"

"Yes sir."  John motioned Buzz back into the sling.  Tim fell to his knees
and hungrily began sucking his brother's cock.  John stepped back to the
top of the sling, fed his dick deep into his boy's throat and took over
working hard on the swollen nips.  A few minutes later Buzz arched his back
and emptied a big fucking load into his younger brother's throat.  Tim
sucked the cock dry as it relaxed in his mouth.

John shot another thick load into his boy's mouth.  He helped Buzz from the
sling and wrapped his thickly corded arms around the happy man.  "I think
we need to move this to the bedroom."  He pushed Tim and Buzz up the stairs
but not before Buzz retrieved his plug.  Tim was about to get dressed when
John looked out the window.  "It's snowing, maybe you should stay."

"I don't want to impose.  You guys need to be alone.  I appreciate you're
letting me join you but you need time for yourselves."

John pulled him up the stairs.  "We have a guest room where you can crash.
I don't want you driving. After all you're loaded."

Tim shook his head. "Oh no.  I didn't have any alcohol, I don't touch the,
oh, that kind of load."  He giggled.  "Damn Buzz, you damn near drowned
me."

"It's been over two weeks.  I was starting to constantly drip.  But I have
plenty more."

Tim looked in at the guest room.  "I bet.  Have a good night guys and
thanks again."  He settled into the comfortable bed to the sounds of Buzz
moaning and groaning as John fucked him again. And again, and again.

The next day, John and Buzz retrieved a load of Buzz's belongings from Sam
and Joe's.  Joe gingerly helped move boxes to John's truck.  Buzz watched
his buddy and softly asked him is he was okay when they were alone packing
clothes.

"I'm fine.  Seeing you and John together uh, somewhat inspired us.  We got
a bit frisky last night after everyone left.  Sam took me to a new level
with the paddle.  So my butt's a bit sore.  From the paddle and from
several good hard fuckings."

"Oh well, that I understand.  John made up for our being apart quite a bit
last night."  Buzz quickly explained about the surprise with Tim and
chuckled as Joe's cock grew in his snug jeans.

"Damn.  Some people would really think that perverse but Tim's going to be
one hot man.  I can only imagine the two of you together.  Take video."

"Hmm, didn't think of that.  I'll have to ask John to set up a repeat
session.  Although, he sorta would like to repay you guys."

"He doesn't have to do anything for us.  It was fun and hot."

"Uh, I think he basically has you using me to repay you."

"Oh."  Joe rubbed his callused hand over his tight shirt and erect nipples.
"Oh, um, we might be persuaded to consider that."

"I hope you do cause I'd like to show John how much I love you guys.  Well,
I mean, you know. Um."

"Never mind.  If we talk about this anymore, we'll both need to jack off."

John and Sam knew something had been exchanged between their two boys from
the bulging baskets as they brought the last load of clothes downstairs.
Buzz hugged them and dropped to his knees to kiss their shoes again before
they left.  Sam watched from the corner of his eye as Joe adjusted his
still bloated dick.  "SO, you want to tell me what had the two of you so
hard up?"

"Oh, Buzz was giving me some of the details of what happened last night
with John and his brother Tim."

Sam leaned against the kitchen counter and sipped coffee.  "Yeah, John told
me too.  SO, it's Sunday afternoon, do you want to go to the gym or maybe,
um, stay in and do a workout downstairs later?"

"What do you want to do instead?"

Sam wrapped his arms around the shorter musclehunk and squeezed the hard
muscle butt.  "Get me some more of that hot ass and practice for when we're
all together in Columbus."

"What?"

"John and Buzz are rooming with us in Columbus so the four of us can play."
Joe looked at Sam's sly grin, took his hand and pulled him into the
bedroom.

Sam and Joe spent the afternoon fucking. Later, they hit the basement gym
for a sweaty workout that only led to another sweaty fuck session.  As Sam
and Joe enjoyed each other's hunky bodies, Brian Toomey apologized to his
aunt over his cell phone as Bill plowed the young gymrat's butt for the
fourth time.  Steve and Matt lounged in bed over the Sunday paper after a
marathon evening of sex.  Steve got up to pee and just happened to glance
out the window to catch Ken kissing Thad goodbye as the man bounced down
the steps to his rental car.  Scott and Ron lay naked in Scott's bed
talking about what they wanted in the future.

Gus was getting ready for work when he looked in Tim's room and found his
son at the computer studying.  The young man apologized for not coming home
but explained Officer John wouldn't let him drive in the snow.  Gus
reminded him he was expecting to have dinner with two of his other brothers
at their apartment.  Tim promised to finish his work shortly and join them.
Gus grabbed his jacket as he headed out the door for work muttering under
his breath.  "Snow my fucking ass."

The buddies got back into their normal routines over the next couple of
weeks.  Officer John had requested a switch to a daytime shift to have more
time to spend with Buzz and to join with the buddies in marathon workout
sessions at the gym.  Even with varying work schedules, their gym times
overlapped enough that they could spur each other on to new heights.

Ken and Bill had settled into a solid workout routine.  Ken wouldn't let
Bill slack off on legwork and soon had his fellow vet believing he could
and would rebuild his legs.  They would punch each other's shoulders on
good sets, push for a couple of extra reps then try to avoid eye to dick
contact in the showers.  They often had dinner and relaxed together but
never spent the night together.  Scott watched Bill with interest when they
worked together.  He was rebuilding his body and legs with Ken's guidance.
It didn't go unnoticed how the big dick stretched when Ken's name was
mentioned.

Brian Toomey spent weekends with Bill either making the trek to Pittsburgh
or Bill driving the four hours to DC.  Brian bought a donut on which to sit
for the long, sore ass drives home.

Ken prowled the bars or baths on weekends looking for the right man.  He
was slowly coming out of his sexual shyness but feeling depressed that he
couldn't find the kind of relationship his friends around him enjoyed.
Thad provided a brief break in the routine on his next business trip back
to town.  But they knew that wasn't going to go anywhere.  ***** The week
before the Arnold, Joe got home a few minutes earlier than Sam.  Sam came
home to find a confused and somewhat angry Joe pacing in the den.  "What's
wrong?"

"Your realtor just called and left a message.  Your offer has been accepted
and the house is yours.  When I asked her what house, she just stuttered
and apologized, something she wasn't supposed to tell me?  What's going
on?"

Sam pulled off his tie and hugged Joe.  "So much for that surprise.  I
bought a cabin a couple of hours from here in the woods on a river.  It
needs a lot of work but I thought it would be a cool place to go with
friends to have weekends away."

"Where's the money coming from for this?"

"Investments.  Plus I had cash left over from the sale of my place in San
Francisco.  I wasn't trying to do this behind your back but I did want to
surprise you.  Look I have pictures."  Joe watched as his lover pulled up a
file on the computer and showed him a bunch of digital images.  It was a
simple concrete block and wood building in a secluded woodsy setting just
up the bank from a fairly large creek.  In its current state it needed a
lot but it had a huge stone fireplace in a rustic great room, another huge
room for a kitchen, dining and sitting area, beds for 12, a bath in need of
major updating and a promising playroom/dungeon in the basement.  There was
an outdoor picnic area, another building for storage with a summer kitchen
and tons of privacy.

Joe leaned against Sam's back as he clicked through the pictures in the
folder. He idly played with Sam's nip not noticing the growing lump in his
suit pants.  "Wow, that looks great and you're getting it for a truly
unbelievable price.  OK, do it.  It will make a nice place to take our
friends for weekend getaways."

"Well, I thought we could make the key available for anyone to use whenever
they wanted."

"Do you think some of them might help with the upgrades?"

Sam adjusted his stiffening prick.  "Stop with the nipplay already or we
won't make it to the gym tonight.  Bruce and Steve said they'd chip in and
so did Steve and Matt.  Steve thought he might be able to talk Ken into
helping with some of the work."

"Super.  Now I'm excited about it.  And so are you.  Look at that thing."

"Damn you.  Get outta those clothes.  I need me some muscle butt before the
gym.  You clean?"  Joe grinned from ear to ear as if o say, silly question.
Sam pushed him face down on the bed, aimed his big dick and rammed home.
All Joe could do was grunt and groan.  Sam slammed a load deep in his boy's
hard ass, then flipped him over, jacked Joe's rock hard prick and swallowed
the creamy treat.

Sam and Joe were 30 minutes later than their usual workout time.  Joe
seemed to be really pushing through the weights.  Steve asked what he did
to inspire him.  Sam just shrugged and commented on Joe getting a bit more
protein in his diet.  "So am I.  Yum."

Bill was bummed when Ken didn't show for their usual routine.  Steve didn't
know what had happened to him.  He had given every indication he was on his
way after they closed the shop.  While everyone else worked out, Ken had
been sidetracked by a guy he had met at the baths the prior weekend.  As
everyone pushed weights, Ken sucked the big musclebear's dick along with
his partner's and two of their buddies'.  His body was tired and his ass
too fucking sore to do the gym later.  Sam watched and kept pulling Bill
into their routine but he didn't seem to have his usual gym spirit.  Steve
sighed and Matt bristled at what he knew was building.  *****

Matt took a break from working on the last of his Master's work online,
then searched data on buying a new car.  He hadn't been able to go car
shopping much with the leg cast and was looking forward to being able to
sit behind the wheel and test drive new vehicles. The insurance money was
sitting all lonely in the bank.  More than anything Matt was bored. He had
only been able to go back to work part time and mostly do paper work or
light duty.  There were several days Steve expected to come home and find
that Matt had removed his own casts.  He looked through the calendar and
counted the minutes until they would be removed.

Steve had gone out to the shop earlier than usual.  Matt knew from his
actions that he wasn't happy with Ken's treatment of Bill the last week.
He watched from the office window.  It gave him a limited view into the
workshop.  Steve and Ken worked on finishing the top of Sam and Joe's
sideboard, then began with the finishing touches on another piece they had
promised a client for the weekend.  He could tell from the way Steve moved,
he was hitting Ken with the tough questions.  Ken didn't seem at all
bothered and chatted happily away.  An hour later they moved the piece
toward the door for delivery.  Matt hobbled to the bathroom to purge the
coffee he had been drinking.

When he returned, he could see the two men leaning against opposite work
tables.  Steve's arms were crossed as the two men talked.  Steve did not
look happy.  Ken seemed to be getting frustrated or mad and began pacing
back and forth.  It ended with Ken stomping out of the workshop and up the
steps to the apartment.  A few minutes later he left with Doober on his
leash for a walk.  Steve likewise stomped into the kitchen and appeared in
the office doorway.

"Do you know what he's been doing?"

"No I..."

"He's been going out to the bars and baths, having sex with everyone he
can."

"Well, he...."

"Sometimes two or three men a night.  He sucks them off or lets them fuck
him."

"Safely I hope, I...."

"I hope so.  He didn't seem too reassuring on that point.  That's what he
was doing last night when we were all at the gym."

"Well, it is....."

"He's sucking off those two whackos we met at that party from Squirrel
Hill, and two of their buddies.  Those two who fuck everything they can
find."

"Steve, Ken's a ...."

"Oh fuck, I don't care if he is a grown man and an adult.  He shouldn't
treat Bill that way."

"What way?"

"What?  You mean you haven't noticed?  Bill has it bad for Ken.  I mean,
the man is practically busting his shorts his dick is so hard for him."

"Well, it is a big dick but has he told you how he feels?'

"No, you can see it in his eyes."

"Maybe that look is for someone else at the gym."

"No.  They work out together, they go to dinner together, they hang out and
watch TV together.  Everything but sex."

"So maybe since they don't have sex they....."

"Oh no, it's cause Bill thinks Ken can't like him for his legs."

"That's silly.  He's working his ass off to rebuild them.  OK, he's not
working off his ass, he's actually strengthening it, you know what I mean.
But has he actually said anything?"

"No."

"Has Ken said anything about Bill?"

"Well, no not really but...."

"But what?"

"You think I am over reacting, don't you?"

"Maybe a little.  If Ken wants to go out and be a whore with a bunch of
different men, that's his business."

"Yeah but...."

"No Steve, and if Bill hasn't been able to say anything to Ken, it either
isn't what you think or he isn't sure about it either."  Steve sighed and
slumped against the door frame.

"Damn."  He walked over and hugged Matt.  "Thanks.  I needed to calm down."

"Do you need to apologize to Ken?"

"I s'pose.  I don't want to lose him as an employee.  He's too damn good.
And all in all, he's a pretty cool dude. Sure ain't hard on the eyes."

"I know.  I know we both like them a lot but not everyone is meant to be
together as a couple."

"I guess.  It'll make Columbus interesting.  They're rooming together."

"Hmmm, really?  Well, then, it will either work itself out or they will
realize, or we will realize, they don't have this thing for each other."

"Okay.  I better get back down there and face the music."  Steve slumped
back across the yard and slowly walked back into the workshop.  Ken had
returned and had begun prepping another job.  Matt watched what he assumed
to be an apology from Steve.  The two men slapped each other's shoulders,
shook hands and went back to working side by side.  Matt could see them
chattering away as they worked and took it as a good sign.

At lunchtime, Ken got in his truck to run a quick errand. Steve joined Matt
in the house for lunch.  Steve's jeans had a slight wet spot at the front
and Matt frowned.  He pointed at the incriminating spot.

"Uh, do you want to explain that drooling dick spot?"

Steve glanced down and flushed red.  "He told me in explicit detail what
he's been doing?"

"Oh?"

"Better than some videos we've seen.  Baths, bars, picking up men
wherever."

"Does he seem happy?"

"No.  He really wants a relationship."

"Did you mention Bill?"

Steve looked away.  "Well no.  I don't like playing matchmaker especially
with friends.  I thought it was best if it just happened naturally."

"But you're going to nudge it along this weekend in Columbus?"

"Of course."

Doc Jeff stuck to his word and would not release Matt from his casts until
the end of the month.  Matt had been accompanying Steve to the gym and to
do what little he could do with one good arm and good leg.  Everyone at the
gym except one odd asshole would cheer him on and offer motivation to keep
him going.  He had been sinking into a deep workout depression.  He
strained every muscle the first day the casts came off and he could go back
to doing a real full-body workout.  Even better was being able to have
Steve slamming his ass without the leg cast getting in the way.  And still
better yet was being able to slam Stave's ass without having to settle for
Steve just sitting on the fat cock.

Matt confronted the loser asshole the day he lost the casts.  The guy
didn't recognize him at first.  He was a little taken aback at just how
beefy Matt was when he could finally stand up tall.  The guy had often
muttered about faggots and gays under his breath but most of the gang just
chose to ignore him for the ignorant bastard he was.  Too bad, all in all
he was an attractive man with a very nice, thickly muscled body.  Since
diplomacy didn't seem to work with the guy, most of the gym members kept
him at an arm's length.  Gus had showed up a couple of times to work out
with his `boys', and would only shake his head.  "He obviously doesn't
exercise his brain as a muscle."

Thursday evening the gang congregated at the gym for a big workout before
leaving for Columbus the next morning.  Bruce and Steve drove down with
plans to spend the night and drive to Ohio with the rest of the crew.  Gus
and Dave Sr, worked hard but couldn't come close to matching Sam, Joe, Buzz
or Officer John.  The teenagers separated themselves from the adult
grunting and groaning but put in their own tough workout in the end.  The
nicely built asshole continued to whine and moan about everything and
everyone.  For some reason he continued to taunt and posture around Matt.
Sam, Matt and John were doing lat pulldowns as the guy bellyached.

John finished his set, swung his big leg up and away from the machine as he
stood up just in time to trip the ahole as he strutted by.

"What the fuck?  You did that on purpose."  The man tumbled to the floor.
His gym shorts which always rode low on his underwear slipped lower.

"Sorry buddy, didn't see you. Sorry you tripped. But as long as you're down
there."  John placed his big size 12 in the middle of the young man's chest
and held him to the floor.  "I think we need to talk about your attitude
toward my friend here."

"What?  You siding with this sissy faggot?"

"Let me explain that your attitude and actions could be considered
harassment and hate crime.  Word of advice, wise up and shut your fucking
trap?"

"Fuck you.  Who do you think you are, a cop?"

The immediate room bust out laughing.  "Yeah, I do.  The name's Sullivan,
Officer John Sullivan.  And the two guys over in the far corner are cops
from this municipality, so we sorta got you outnumbered."  The two men on
the other side of the gym waved and nodded in agreement.

"What kinda cop are you sticking up for queer perverts?"

John took a deep breath as Sam stepped up behind him.  "John, now let's not
be rash."  The big cop bent forward picked the smaller man up by his
shoulders and leaned down to look him in the eyes.

"I'm a cop, I'm queer, I'm here and I'm in your fucking face.  You want to
make anything of it?"  Buzz stepped in next to Sam and crossed his thick
arms across his chest.

"Holy shit.  What is this a bunch of fucking cocksuckers working out in a
straight gym? Are you all a bunch of cocksucking queers?"  He stumbled
backwards to avoid contact with the human plague facing him

Sam held up his hand.  "I am."  Followed by just about everyone in the gym
including the straight guys.  The desk clerk walked up to stand next to
John.  The kind was lucky to be 5'7" and 140 lean pounds.

"I told you before, this gym welcomes everyone, why else would shitfaced
assholes like you be welcome.  It's a diverse business and if you don't
like it, well, you don't belong here."

"You going to revoke my membership?"  The clerk took a step closer as the
man who clearly out muscled him backed up against one of the machines where
Matt innocently sat.

"I will if you don't learn to respect the other members and play in the
sandbox better.  And if I need a cop to throw you out, there are three here
to help me."

The dark-haired man straightened up.  Sadly he was a good looking man with
a nice body.  What a waste of good energy on hate filled silliness.

"I'm outta here.  I don't need this bullshit."  He stepped forward only to
suddenly be without his shorts.  Matt had quietly hooked them on a corner
of the machine when he wasn't paying attention.  He fell on his face
exposing his jock-framed round muscle butt.  He shot up, ripped them from
the machine and stomped out the door bare-assed.  The place fell apart.

The clerk turned to John and apologized for the guy being such an idiot.

"You can't help that.  Those people are everywhere."

"Well, not exactly.  That jerk is my cousin.  Things ought to be real
interesting at the next family reunion."  John's jaw dropped.  "Don't worry
about, he's family.  We keep trying to convince him he's an asshole, well,
he learns the hard way.  He walked back to the front desk where two guys
were standing watching the naked butt cross the parking lot.  The clerk
just shrugged.

The two cops came over and congratulated John.  "That was pretty out there
telling that fool you are gay."

"I am."  The two men looked at the huge side of beef.

"Yeah right.  No way."

Buzz stood next to John.  "Yeah he is.  We can prove it."  John rolled his
head to the side and stared down at his shorter lover.

"Prove it?  Yeah right.  You are so warped."  He grabbed Buzz by the back
of the neck and planted a big ol' wet kiss on him.  The two cops just
stared.

"Well I'll be damned.  He likes him, he really likes him."  The second man
just dropped his head.

"OK Sally, let's finish our workout."  They walked back over to the weights
they were using.

"Hey, maybe they're European."

"Lift, you freak."

The rest of the group workout flew by with way too many antics in the
showers.  The two cops just played along.  Sam apologized later to the good
looking men.

The taller of the two just laughed.  "If only my wife showed me that much
attention."

The second man slowly nodded. "If only my wife showed me any attention.
Hey we work gay pride events all the time, we like the way we're treated.
There are more gay people in these boros than people know.  They're all
first class citizens.  Damn good people.  I have no complaints."  Sam
thanked them.  He watched as they crossed the gym laughing and carrying on.

Joe came over to Sam's side.  "They okay?'

"Oh yeah, terrific.  I think they're wives are going to get very lucky."

Sam and Steve herded everyone together for in impromptu pizza party at
Steve's.  The crew filled the driveway with cars and trucks and were soon
relaxed and carrying on.  Driving plans were made on who was riding with
whom, and what time they would leave.  The next morning, a caravan of cars
and trucks left Sam and Joe's at 8 AM bound for Columbus.  Cell phones kept
everyone connected. It was a fairly quick drive despite having to stop for
coffee and pee breaks.  Numerous pee breaks at truck stops followed by head
counts.  Bruce directed Sam to a garage in Columbus not far from the
convention center where the expo was taking place.  The garage would place
them close to the gym they wanted to go to later and near the entrance to
the highway to get to the hotel.

Excitement grew as the band of merry men sauntered the few block to the
center.  They clumped as a large group just inside the door and took in the
flocks of people scurrying about still outside the health and fitness expo.
The crowd grew denser as they got nearer the ticket line.  The assortment
of beef had them all swinging their heads from side to side.  They gathered
again before entering only to hear some one yelling Sam's name.

Eric Stout and Tom Bell walked toward them leading their own posse of
muscleheadz from Illinois.  Introductions were made and names quickly
confused. Joe recognized Jim and Al the cops from Chicago and hugged them
in the middle of the muscle crowd. Eric's group got their tickets and lined
up to enter with Sam's friends.

Inside the exhibition hall doors, Joe and Buzz stopped and stared.
Hundreds of fitness fanatics in all sizes and shapes crowded the loud
arena.

Buzz blinked and nudged John.  "It's just like heaven pa."

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