Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 18:04:08 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Starting Again Chapter 2

From the moment he met his folks for breakfast the next morning, Sam knew
he and his brother had to commit themselves to helping their father turn
around his lifestyle and get back to being an active, health conscious,
focused man.  A heart attack had forced him in to an early retirement that
translated into inactivity.  Every moment he spent with his parents from
that point on was targeted to turning his father back into the fit man he
remembered.  Within two months the weight was dropping and the attitude was
changing.

And so was everything else in Sam's life.  The rented Chrysler gave way to
an extended cab F-150 he purchased out of the funds from his house sale.
The biggest challenge was finding a place to park the beast near his
apartment.  The building didn't have dedicated parking spaces large enough
for his truck so he quickly learned to hop the bus to the university and
forego the hassle of driving unless necessary.  But he looked good driving
it.

His new job brought new challenges on which he thrived.  Teaching was a
hoot, despite many of the students being a bit on the nerdy side.  His
segue into research was taking a bit longer as the university slowly
unrolled its new strategy.  To make up for the nerdy effect and his boredom
with slow research, he hit the school's gym and was soon on a first name
basis with many jocks.  The young guys constantly taunted the older prof,
but were left red-faced when he out lifted and out performed them.  Hanging
with the jocks also had one major negative side effect.  His balls
constantly ached.

Sam was so busy with the new job, truck, parents and house-hunting that it
left little time for sex.  He would get home after an active day teaching,
planning research and working out, only to have to beat his horny dick into
submission.  All the latent testosterone and nudity in the gym and showers,
was driving him over the edge.  There just wasn't time and on weekends he
was too tired to go out.  The bars weren't his focus, never had been.
Something had to change soon.

He had found a lesbian realtor who was eagerly helping him wade through the
housing market.  As much as he liked the urban neighbourhoods like those
where his current apartment was located, he felt he needed a change.  One
Friday afternoon, when his classes ended early and he could cut short his
workout, she drove him to a nearby suburban neighbourhood.  The house she
showed him was a huge, empty rambling 1960's two-story that listed at less
than half what he had sold his for in San Francisco.  It sat on a corner
lot, lots of yard with a very private pool in the backyard.  It was a warm
sunny afternoon in October and people were busily attending to their yards
and waving hello.  Several attractive men road by on bikes.  People were
walking and stopping to extol the positive points of the area.  The
clincher was the big beefy muscular jogger who ambled by with his dog.  He
caught eyes with Sam and nodded.

"Good buy, nice house, great people.  A very diverse place to live."  Sam
watched the beefy butt work its way down the street as his realtor cleared
her throat.

"He doesn't come with the house."  Sam blushed.  "I don't know who he is,
but there are a lot of active people around here.  Plus, you can be in
Oakland in 20 minutes.  Or you can go to one of the nearby park and rides
and catch the bus to work.  Downtown Pittsburgh is nearby, and tons of
shopping just minutes away."

"I'm sold.  I love this place.  The price is unbelievable and I'll have
money left from my house sale for furniture and fix up.  Let's make an
offer."  She agreed to have the paperwork ready for him the next day and
headed off as he walked around the house one more time.

He was about to get back into the Ford when a voice came up from behind.
"So, are ya gonna buy it?"  Sam turned to face the beefy, sweat-soaked
jogger.  A cold nose from the Shepherd poked Sam in the nuts.  "Hey, Sam,
stop that.  Sorry."

"That's OK.  Your dog's name is Sam?  That's mine.  As a matter of fact, I
am going to sign the offer tomorrow."

"Super.  It's a great house, tons of room.  I knew the guys who lived here
before.  Had super pool parties.  Hope you get it.  The name's Steve."  Sam
shook his offered hand.  "I live about a half mile that way."

"Great.  Yeah, this house and neighbourhood feel right.  Hopefully, I'll
get it.  Needs some work but that's OK."

"Well, good luck.  Hey, I'm a carpenter, so keep me in mind.  Gotta run,
ha, no pun intended.  Meeting friends for a football game.  Later.  Good
luck."

Sam took a deep breath and slid into the truck.  "Oh my aching nuts."  He
was halfway to his apartment when his cell rang.

"Hey, Sam.  It's Matt.  Sorry I haven't been able to get away from work but
guess what, I'm off all weekend.  So buddy, I'd love to go to the football
game with you and your brother tonight."

"Really?  Great.  Give me your address.  Yeah got it.  OK, well, I can pick
you up at 6, that OK?"

"You bet.  Looking forward to it. Later."  Sam sped up to get home and
shower for his 'date.'  Now, if he could just keep his brother from making
crazed remarks.  He thought about Matt from the grocery store and the thick
humpy body.  Maybe he would need to go with a looser pair of jeans.  With a
couple of hours till game time, he decided on a quick run.  The warm fall
sun relaxed his stressed body.  A quick shower and then the task of
choosing what to wear.  He had given up shutting out the guys next-door and
paraded around naked as he slipped into a thermal pullover and looser fit
jeans.  They seemed to enjoy his naked antics He pulled the big Ford into
the parking lot at Matt's apartment building and buzzed at the door.
Matt's cheery voice greeted him.  His cock started to thicken.

The door to Matt's apartment was open as Sam entered.  Matt was tying his
shoes.  He stood up and grabbed a jacket.  Sam scanned the shorter hunk.
Matt's thick legs gave way to a round, beefy butt, small waist and broad
chest and shoulders.  That huge overgrown moustache and what seemed to be a
permanent five o'clock shadow surrounded the big smile.  "OK, I'm ready.
Glad you suggested this.  I haven't been to any of the high school games
all season, should be a good one.  And I'm glad you called back, work
bites.  And, ya know, being a divorced dad with kids, well, I gotta spend
time with them when I can.  Doesn't leave me much time for getting together
with another guy."

"I understand.  I would be disappointed if you didn't spend time with
them."

Matt pushed the door shut before they could exit.  He wrapped his arms
around Sam's waist and planted a big wet kiss. "Really.  Thanks for being
patient.  I appreciate it." Sam hugged him back and breathed in the heavy
masculine scent.  "I'll make it up to you."  Matt broke the hug and opened
the door to leave.

Sam shuddered as his balls churned.  It was going to be a long game.  They
met up with Dave at the gate to the field.  Dave was every bit his charming
younger brother self and hit it off right away with Matt.  The first half
of the game flew by as the three men cheered on Dave's son and also their
cousin.  Anyone in the crowd would have thought nothing of the three men
and never would have taken two of them for gay.  Matt was in awe of the two
boy's size and talent.

Dave's face beamed.  "Yeah, he's gonna be way better at football then his
old man and uncle, maybe get a scholarship.  Hope so anyway, it'll really
help pay for college."  The two men chatted about their kids.  Matt's being
much younger.

At half time, Matt excused himself to hit the men's room.  Dave smacked Sam
in the arm.  "So, you know, how's this working out?  You uh, you know."

Sam grimaced.  "No, we're not you know.  In fact, this is the first time
we've been able to hook up, a football date.  Isn't that weird?"

"No, not at all. Seems like a nice enough guy.  He obviously works out.
Just your type."

Sam laughed.  "Whattaya know about my type?  He IS a nice guy but so far
nothing has happened."

Dave moved around in front of Sam.  "Look Sam, I am betting since you moved
back home that you haven't taken a moment for yourself to well, you know.
Hey, I love ya, I want you to be happy.  I want you to have someone special
in your life.  Hell, if I were gay, I seriously would be going after Matt.
Did you see that ass?"

Sam let out a big sigh.  "Yeah, please don't make me think about it.  My
balls are gonna explode. And why are you noticing my dude's ass? Hey, and
let's talk about someone's lack of dating!"

"Um, well, you better defuse cause here he comes. And let's not talk about
my dating.  Sad, very sad."

The three men returned to their seats and spent the second half bouncing
off each other as they cheered the kids in a hard fought game.  In the end,
Dave Jr.'s team won.  Sam had concentration lapses as Matt's thigh rubbed
against his, or when he was standing up cheering and flexing his butt.  Sam
whimpered inside.

Sam's nephew ran over to greet them after the game.  Sam introduced him to
Matt and the young man shook his hand.  Dave Jr. was heading out to get
pizza after the game with his cousin and buddies.  He hugged his uncle and
whispered in his ear.  "Hot date unc, you rock."  Sam busted up laughing.
They watched the happy teenagers head for the locker room.  Matt shouldered
Sam.

"Your nephew is going to be bigger than you, he's as tall as you are now."

Dave shook his head.  "Yeah, he's a big kid.  Eats like a fucking horse.
Like two fucking horses."

Sam feigned hurt.  "He'll never be as muscular.  Hey, pizza sounded good,
you guys wants to grab one over at the Grill?"

Dave begged off having to work in the morning.  The three men parted
company in the parking lot as Matt rubbed against Sam.

"My apartment is close by.  You want to pick up a pizza and go back there?
I have beer."

"Yeah, I'd like that."  Matt called in an order to save time and in 45
minutes they were sprawled on his sofa watching the evening news and
chomping down pizza.

Matt emptied his beer, put his arm around Sam's neck and pulled him close.
"I, uh, don't go out much.  I don't smoke and really don't drink much, plus
I work crazy hours, so I don't do this very often.  I'm really hoping you
aren't gonna run off home."

"Don't intend to."  Matt pulled their lips together and held a long deep
kiss.  Sam sucked in more of the man's scent.  "But, I gotta pee."

Matt pointed.  "Through the bedroom there."  When Sam came out of the
bathroom, Matt was shirtless and folding the covers back on the bed.  Sam
wrapped his arms around him squeezed the big furry pecs.  He nibbled on
Matt's neck and with his left hand rolled a hard nip between his thumb and
forefinger.  His right hand worked its way down over the hairy abs and
undid the top of Matt's jeans.  Matt's dick was hot and hard in the boxer
briefs.  He slowly ground his butt against Sam's growing crotch.

Sam pushed the tight jeans down over Matt's hard thighs.  "I been wanting
to do this for weeks."  He turned Matt around and pressed his lips against
the trembling man.  "You're shivering."

"No, I gotta pee myself.  Give me a few minutes in the bathroom.  Make
yourself comfortable.  There's a DVD in the player if you want
entertainment.  I won't be long." Matt kicked off his jeans, let his shorts
drop and walked seductively to the bathroom. Sam stripped and piled his
clothes on a corner chair.  His hard horse cock bounced back and forth as
he walked around the bed to find the remote.  As he stretched out to get
comfortable, he hit the buttons and a movie scene slowly lit up the TV.
Two men were working over a beefy, furry third.  One was pounding his ass
while the other throat-fucked him.  Sam rubbed his thumb over his piss slit
and felt his own Sticky and wet juice.  He was about to stop the movie
before it caused him to shoot when Matt came out of the bathroom and slid
into the bed next to him.

"What took you so long?"

"I wanted to make sure everything was clean and tidy, so to speak."  Matt
leaned in to lock lips with the older man. His hand went down to Sam's
throbbing cock.  "Good grief, I was betting you had a big dick but lord,
it's a monster.  And wow, what nice big nuts."  He dropped down and sucked
the right one into his hot mouth.  Then dropped it and tongued Sam's
sensitive dick head.

"Careful.  I haven't been with another man for some time now, don't make me
cum just yet."

"Me neither.  I haven't really been out long, so I don't have much of a
track record.  I thought I wanted you to fuck me but that thing is a bit
scary."

"Well. There are lots of things we can do to have fun."  Sam rolled Matt
onto his back and ran his hand over the muscular furry chest.  "You have
just the right amount of fur.  I sorta wondered from the five o'clock
shadow."

"Yeah, by morning I'll look like I have a full beard.  Actually, I trim
everything else. Guys have complained it gets caught in their teeth."

"Really?  We'll just have to test that.  Sam slid on top of Matt and slowly
began sucking alternately on each fat nipple.  After a few minutes, Matt
was holding Sam's head over the left one.  "You like that?"

"No one has worked them quite that intensely.  It's incredible. Don't
stop."

"Well, I have to see what other trouble I can get into.  Wow, that's fat
prick."

"Yeah, it's not long but it's fat.  Most guys can't get it in their
mou....OK, that shoots down that theory.  Holy fuck.  Don't. Oh shit."

"You OK?"

"Oh yeah, just doing multiplication tables in my head.  I didn't want to
shoot in the first 20 minutes."

"Oh you won't."  Sam spent the next 30 alternating between the man's thick
fat cock, and equally fat nuts while working the now swollen nips with his
right hand.  He had Matt moaning and quivering on the bed as he fine-tuned
his body.  Matt broke out into a sweat when Sam slid down, lifted his legs
and buried his tongue in the squeaky clean pucker.

"Sam. Sir.  Please, sir, please fuck me."

"You want to try?"

"Ain't no try about it. That, that, how big is it?  That fucker is going up
my ass or I die trying."

Sam chuckled as he slowly lubed Matt's eager hole, working and stretching
it and adding another finger every couple of minutes.  Matt was practically
crying when Sam lifted his legs and pressed his dick against the pink
prize.  Matt pushed out. Sam pushed in slowly, inch by inch.

"It's in.  All of it."  Matt wrapped his legs tightly around Sam's small
waist, threw an arm around his neck and pulled him down for a long kiss as
Sam began a slow and purposeful fucking of his beefy buddy.  Matt only
broke the kiss when Sam picked up speed. He playfully twisted Sam's hard
nips.  "Oh yeah buddy, go for it.  That makes my cumming more intense." Sam
began slamming Matt's butthole.  He felt the man's muscles move with each
thrust. Matt begged him to slam him harder as he picked up the
intensity. Matt's arms dropped to the sides and flinched with each hit.
Sam pushed Matt's legs back until he could almost suck his own dick.  The
horse cock slammed the swollen puffy hole.  "Shit, gotta let go."  Sam
buried his dick deep into the sweaty man and felt his load fill the thin
condom.  He collapsed on top of Matt and felt his tongue being sucked deep
into Matt's mouth.

As he broke the kiss and pulled back, he laughed as Matt struggled for
breath.  "Man that was great. But we need to get you off, oh, I guess not.
Man you shot a big load."

"That's two.  I think I was about to get a third when you got off."

"Let' see what we can do then."  He peeled off the condom and squeezed some
more lube into his hand.  He used both hands to jack their two fat cocks
together.  In a few minutes, Matt spasmed out a third load as Sam added
another to it covering the man's furry torso in more spunk.  "Man you are a
mess.  I need to get you a towel."

"No, let' shower."  Matt led Sam back into the small but efficient bathroom
to shower, eventually after Sam plowed his ass again in the shower.  It was
1 AM when the two tired men crawled back into bed.

"You are going to stay the night aren't you?"

"You asking?"  Matt sighed yes.  "I'm staying."  Matt turned off the light
and sighed as Sam wrapped himself against his back.  "Man, you feel good."

"I feel like you drove that pickup up my ass.  But in a good way."

Matt woke at 7:30 with Sam's hard cock poking him in the butt.  They were
in almost exactly the same position they had been when they fell asleep.
He wiggled around until he could feel the bulbous head pushing into him and
slowly pushed back.

"What're you trying to do?"

Matt giggled. "Um trying to get your dick up my ass."

"Like this?"  Sam pushed forward and eased his piss hard into the still
moist hot hole.

"Oh fuck yeah, do it.  Fuck me."

"I'm not wearing a condom."

"I don't care."

Sam pushed Matt forward onto his stomach and slammed him another hot fuck.
Just as his balls lifted up he pulled back and shot a load on the small of
his back.  Then knelt down and licked it up.

They managed to get through the showering without another fuck.  Matt
headed to the kitchen to fix breakfast as Sam dressed.  "Aren't you getting
dressed? "

"Eventually."  Sam slid his arms around his new buddy and twisted the
sensitive nips.

"Thanks.  For everything.  Going to the game with my brother, and me,
pizza, and letting me spend the night.  What's on for your day?"

"Well, first, you're welcome. Anytime.  I have to go to the dentist today.
My 10-year-old son and I both have appointments.  You?"

"I'm meeting my realtor at the house on which I am making an offer.  We're
going to go through it again and I am signing the papers."

"Wow cool, hope it works out. Anything else?"

"That depends.  Thanks for the breakfast by the way.  You, uh, wouldn't
want to do dinner and a movie?"

"I'll pass on the movie."  Sam's face dropped.  "How 'bout we do dinner and
relax?"

"By relax, do you mean fuck?"  Matt shook his head sheepishly.  "Great,
I'll write down my address, how's six?"

"Good.  Do I get to maybe you know, return the favour?"

"You mean fuck my daddy ass? Maybe. You gotta find the right trigger.  What
time is your dentist appointment?"

"Nine.  So what's the trigger?"

"I ain't telling you.  Think about what we did and see if you can figure it
out.  Besides, you need to hustle to get your son and get to the dentist.
I have to find myself a new dentist and doctor.  This one any good?"

"Nah, my ex likes him.  I think he's fucking her."

"Ick, ok then.  Six o'clock.  And don't shave.  I like you this way."  He
hugged Matt and slipped him the tongue before bouncing down the steps to
his truck.  Last night's warm evening gave way to a cold, rainy October
morning.  He laughed as he looked up and saw Matt mooning him and spreading
his butt.  Sam's cock cramped in his jeans.

He had just enough time to run home pull on a clean shirt, grab a heavier
jacket and the necessary paperwork and buzz back to his hopefully soon to
be home.  His realtor was waiting for him.

"Quite a change from yesterday.  Well, you'll get to see the house in bad
weather.  And, if they accept your offer, you should make arrangements for
a home inspection.  See the guy down the street there.  His company does
them.  They're very good and very reasonable. I can call him and have him
bring a card over.  I talked to the other realtor and he thinks you have a
good shot at getting this place with the offer you want to make.  Having a
home inspector lined up could speed up the closing."  Sam agreed and she
called the guy as they let themselves into the house.  The guy was going to
be tied up for a while at this other empty house so Sam could stop by when
they finished.

Sam loved the house even more and made numerous notes on things to do and
questions to ask.  They were confused by a couple of storage rooms in the
basement that had been painted.  Didn't seem much good for anything.  Sam
signed the paper, took a deep breath and watched his realtor drive away
with his future in her hands.  He walked the couple of blocks to the other
house for sale on the street.  His house was way better.  He heard a voice
call be there in a minute when he rang the bell.  A forty-something man
with buzzed hair and trim athletic build opened the door.

"Hey, I'm Chip.  You Sam?  Nice to meet ya.  So you put in an offer, eh?
Well, it's a great house.  I was in it a few weeks ago.  The couple who
wanted to buy it before you couldn't swing the mortgage. Lucky for you.  I
already have a ton of info on it so putting together a report shouldn't be
a problem."

"Wow, this is my lucky day."  Sam watched the tight round butt walk back
toward the kitchen.

"Yeah that place is much nicer than this. Lots of updating here to major
stuff.  That place just needs a lot of cosmetic shit. Please get rid of the
wallpaper and all those nasty 80's colours."

"I intend to.  Plus it has that huge area downstairs for entertaining. Not
sure about those two smaller rooms that were repainted white."

"Oh, those? One was a storage room.  They had lots of crap and the other
was a dungeon."  Sam's eyes widened.  "The former owners were two gay guys.
One got transferred to Chicago.  I spent a lot of time in that sling."

"Hmm, really?"

"Sure.  Now why do you think a lesbian realtor refers people to me?  I do
the best home inspection in town.  And I give great blowjobs."

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