Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2006 17:10:06 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Starting Again Chapter 8

Steve carefully stripped out of the borrowed leather, folded things neatly
and flopped on the bed.  He picked up the remote, clicked on the TV and on
a whim hit the DVD play button.  Matt busied himself in the bathroom making
noises about which Steve was none too sure. A video came on of two men
going at it hot and heavy.  What a coincidence.

Matt walked back into the room and stopped to stare at the screen before
flopping onto the bed with Steve.  "Looking for inspiration big guy?" He
ran his hands over Steve's thick thigh just as the guy in the video did.

"It's amazing.  Sam thought of everything for his guests."

"My bet is that that is Joe's from his apartment, makes you wonder what the
boy was doing by himself alone all those nights."

Steve snorted.  "Probably the same thing I was, beating off in
frustration."

"You have a wife."

"Correction.  This morning I started the day with a wife, she declared her
hatred of me; I walked out of my own home and spent the evening with a
bunch of leather men.  Pretty wide swing for one day I'd say."

"You ok?"

Steve put down the remote and pulled Matt close to him for a deep kiss.
"Yeah, for once I am free to be what I think I've known for a long time I
wanted to be.  I need to move forward as best I can now."

"It could get messy."  Steve looked down at Matt's thick cock.  "No, not
that, the wife thing."

"Yes it could.  But it doesn't matter; I need to do what is right for me.
You know, I've never spent the night with another man?"

"Hmmm, hope I don't disappoint."

"You can't disappoint me."  He played with Matt's left nip and watched his
cock react.  "What few experiences I have had are nothing compared to you.
I met some really cool people tonight.  Guys who look like mean bikers but
are hard working tax-paying, down to earth citizens.  People would never
pick them out as gay.  I have a lot to learn."

"Let me help."  Matt ran his hands over Steve's broad chest feeling the
softness of the fur.  He slowly worked his way down the big man's body,
neck, nipples, abs, all around the pulsing cock and fat nuts down to his
feet and back up to slowly lower his hot mouth on the now dripping cock.
Steve moaned.  Matt swallowed Steve's tool as he swung his body around so
he could be in a 69 position with him.  Steve paid close attention and
copied everything Matt did to his cock and balls. Both men were moaning
with pleasure and making loud slurping sounds that seemed to confuse Sam
the dog.  Steve finally pulled Matt from his focused task.

"If you keep that up I'm going to shoot and I don't think I want to do that
just yet."

"No, you don't. You have something else to do." Matt lay on his stomach,
reached over to the nightstand and found lube.  "They really do think of
everything.  Fuck me."

"Condom?"

"No.  The only people who have been up my ass and with condoms have been
Sam and Joe.  I'll tell you the details later.  Just do me."  Steve
hesitated.  "Believe me; I go to the doctor for every thing.  You won't
find anyone cleaner or safer.  Please."

Steve slowly worked a glob of lube into Matt's butthole.  The beefy furry
man was humping the bed and hot for Steve's prick.  He straddled Matt's
round perfect furry butt, held his cock and slowly pushed.

"Easy.  This isn't something I do everyday.  Oh yeah, keep it coming.  Oh
fuck you feel good."  Steve's cock hit home.  He held himself in place then
slowly began pistoning Matt's ass.  Matt pushed his ass up to meet the
bigger man and let out low moans.  Steve wrapped his arms around Matt as
the two hit a quickening rhythm.

"Fuck, gotta let go."

"Don't pull out, I want you."  Steve pushed deep and let his juice fill
Matt's ass.  He lay motionless on the hot man and shuddered.  Matt felt
something wet on his shoulder. "You ok?"  Steve pulled out and rolled to
his side.  Tears stained his face.

"You don't know how long I wanted to do that with someone."

"That was your first time fucking a man?"

"Yeah actually it was."  He pushed Matt onto his back, kissed him, then
attacked his cock with a vengeance.  A few minutes later he swallowed
Matt's seed.  He lay with his head on Matt's stomach and held him tightly.
"Thank you."

The two men pressed their mouths together wrapped their arms around each
other and let the heat of what they both wanted wash over them.  Matt
finally broke the moment and lay back.  "So, you jacked off, gotten head,
little stuff but never fucked a man?"

"Not till tonight.  I played with Rick and Dom but was too intimidated to
go far and well, I didn't let them fuck me.  I was still terrified of what
would happen if I went home and my wife figured it out."

"Huh, guess you don't have to worry about that now.  And you've never been
fucked?"

"Nope, I want you to do that."

"Uh man, I really do want to but you've seen my fat cock.  It may take some
work so why don't we save that for later?"  The two men kissed.  "We better
get some sleep, even Sam's asleep over there on his bed."

Steve turned off the TV and lamp.  "Thanks Matt and thanks for being there
today."

"You're welcome."

Sam's cold nose poking against Steve's face slowly brought him around.  Day
light was just beginning to creep through the windows.  Matt stirred in his
arms as the two men unwound themselves from each other's body.  Matt
sighed.  "What time is it?"

"About 7.  I guess I better go and let Sam out to do his thing.  Shit my
jeans are downstairs in their bedroom, I think."

"Can you let him out the back door?  The yard is really private.  Oh wait,
what if the alarm if on?"

"I know the code from working here.  Yeah, back yard makes sense.  I'll
keep an eye out for our clothes."  He opened the bedroom door and followed
Sam who charged down the steps.  Sam was bouncing from paw to paw at the
front door as Steve motioned for him to follow to the back door.  He turned
off the alarm, opened the back door and watched Sam charge into the cold
air. He peeked out to make sure the dog did not wander off and looked at
the snow that had fallen the previous night.  As he was leaning out a bit
farther, a large hand smacked his bare butt and practically sent him
sprawling out onto the back patio.

The human Sam grabbed his arm.  "Oops, sorry.  Guess I did that a bit
harder than I had intended."  He pulled Steve in and rubbed the red mark on
his butt.  "Mmmm, nice butt."  The two men hugged and kissed.  Steve held
his friend close.

"Thanks for letting me and the dog stay here.  You don't know how much I
appreciate it."

"You're more than welcome."  Sam barreled in from outside, his fur now cold
from the morning air.  He barked a couple of times and licked Steve's foot.
"Learn that from you?"

"Uh, no."  Steve blushed. He held Sam closer and felt the heat of the big
man's body next to his. "Damn, Joe's a lucky man.  I better get water and
feed this nutty dog."

"You hugged me much longer and you'd be getting a treat for yourself.  I
was going to start coffee.  You hungry?"

"Starved, but let's go out for breakfast.  My treat, please."

"Ok, I better go wake up Joe.  He was still out cold.  Matt awake?"

"Yeah, he was trying to motivate himself to shower.  We'll be down in a few
minutes."  Steve headed back up the stairs with his faithful furball
following.  He slipped into the shower with Matt and leant a hand soaping
the man's sore butt.  They managed to jack each other off in a very short
amount of time then stood dripping in the bathroom as they toweled
themselves down.  "Damn, I forgot to look for our clothes.  I got
distracted."

Matt frowned. "Oh really?"

They walked back down to hunt for their clothes.  Sam and Joe were holding
them hostage in the bedroom and wouldn't give them back until they heard
about what transpired between them.  Matt unabashedly explained his getting
fucked.  Steve threw in that they managed to get off again in the shower a
few minutes prior.  Sam reluctantly gave them their clothes.  The four men
sat in the breakfast nook as Sam poured coffee.

"So, Steve, what are you going to do about the rest of your stuff?"

"Good question.  My entire tool collection is in my workshop in this little
garage at the end of our property, all my woodworking paraphernalia, you
name it.  That building is double locked with a deadbolt and I am the only
one with a key so she can't do much about it.  I need to call a lawyer
first thing Monday and start the divorce process rolling before she does.
She's not good with stuff like that so I am going for the attack.  I don't
care about furniture but would like to get the rest of my clothes and any
other personal stuff before she throws it out in the snow."

"What about the house?"

"Another good question.  Technically, it's mine from before we got married.
Mine is the only name on the mortgage.  Even her car belongs to me.  She
doesn't work, so it's all based on my income.  I really need that lawyer."

"I'll call Bruce, technically that's what he is but he doesn't do divorce
stuff.  He may know someone who does."  He walked into the den to place the
call.

Joe scratched his head. "Well, what if we went by there after breakfast
with both trucks?  We could load up all your personal stuff and get it out.
Although, will she let us in to the place."

"I think by law she has to let me get my stuff, but I could be wrong.  She
could claim that since I am now out and gay, wow, that's a big step for me,
anyway, she could claim hardship. Who knows?  But if you are willing to
try, then yeah, I'd appreciate the support of going over there."

Sam looked into the empty coffee pot.  "I let a message for Bruce, funny no
answer. It's almost nine now, so by time we get breakfast, we can roll by.
I say let's go to the Square."  The four men took off in Sam's and Steve's
trucks.  The café was busy but the wait wasn't long.  They chatted over a
filling breakfast and worked on buoying Steve's courage.  It was a short
drive back to Steve's house. Matt kept up positive chatter in the truck
until Steve threatened to shove his dick down his throat.  He sat in the
truck in the driveway for a minute before hopping out.  The other three
joined him and pointed to tire tracks in the snow leading away from the
house.

Matt shook his shoulder.  "With luck, she won't be here."

Steve took a deep breath.  "Give me a minute to go in just in case."  They
stood in the driveway and waited. He came back to the front door in a
couple of minutes and waved them in.  "She's gone, I mean really gone.  She
left a note saying she didn't want any of my shit or anything related to my
life.  Her clothes are gone.  As far as I can tell, she's taken what she
wanted and left."

"Well. Then we need to find you a lawyer quickly and get some advice on
what to do."  He walked over to the sidewalk.  "Hey did you notice this set
of footprints.  Looks like a mans, any idea?"

"No, could be anyone who might have come over to help her, father maybe?
I'm going to check the answering machine.  Maybe she left a nasty message."

"Where are the clothes you want?"

"I have a few things in the bedroom closet. It's all that's left in there.
I'll get my work clothes downstairs.  Be right back." Sam and Joe went to
grab his clothes.  Matt looked through the kitchen for any personal
paperwork or mail he should take.  They piled everything in the living room
and looked for other items they thought he should move.  He came back in a
few minutes with a piece of paper.  "This is interesting; it's a message
from a man who told her this thing with me was a break for her.  Now
they're free to be together.  He left a number for her to call.  I
transferred the message to my cell, just in case.  You think she was seeing
someone else?"

Sam sucked in a deep breath.  "Who knows?  But it might answer why she
cleared out and doesn't seem to want the house.  You still need to move
quickly in case she changes her mind. We're going to put this stuff in our
truck and head back.  You guys can bring his work stuff.  I need to call
Rick.  He was going to come over and train with us today.  You up for a
workout?"

Matt looked at Steve.  "I could use a good workout, but I need some time
later to get home to do a few things.  How are you?"  Steve shrugged. "A
workout might be good to relieve some stress.  I know how Rick is.  Yeah,
count me in.  I'll go back for all my gym stuff."

Sam stopped on the way out the door. You know, you might want to set things
in a certain way, sort of a booby trap, to see if she comes back and moves
anything."  Steve agreed.

On the way back to Sam's, Joe was mulling over all the details.  "You
really think she might come back and do something?  Wouldn't that be
stupid?"

"Maybe, but hell hath no fury like a woman with a divorce lawyer going
after the husband who turns out to be gay."

Bruce had left a message with the number of a lawyer for Steve to call.  A
man who specialized in cases like his.  He recommended he call right away
and Bruce had alerted him to expect Steve's call.  Sam confirmed Rick for
noon.  He and Joe were hauling Steve's clothes up to the guest room when
Steve and Matt arrived.  Steve looked more than frazzled.  Matt suggested
he take Sam for a little walk to calm down.

They watched them head down the street with the happy dog.  "We were
loading some work stuff into the truck when his cell rang.  It was his
father.  Evidently, the bitch called them and put them through the ringer
over their son being gay.  They don't seem to have an issue with that but
were upset that he didn't go to them to talk.  His brother however, is not
so understanding and he loves his brother.  No word from his sister.  The
wife seems to be on a roll."

Joe walked over to the phone.  "Where did he put that number from the
answering machine?"  Matt pointed to a folder of stuff on the counter.  Joe
dialed the number on his cell and was about to ask for her when a woman
answered.  He noticed a woman's name on some of the paper's and asked for
Bonnie.  The woman answered she was Bonnie.  Joe hung up.  He then went
into the computer in the den and googled the number. A man's name and
address came up in a run down neighborhood a few miles away.  He wrote the
info down and showed it to Steve when he came back.  He was confused and
stunned.

"This is my cousin.  He and my wife had a thing when they were in high
school. You think they got back together?"

Sam tapped the paper.  "Something for the lawyer to check.  Why don't you
call this guy?  In the meantime, Rick will be here in a few minutes so
let's get ready to pound iron."  Rick arrived in super tight sweat pants,
with nothing underneath and a minimal shirt under his jacket, Dom was out
on `business.'  The men were into their third set of legs when Steve joined
them.  The two men kissed and Matt squirmed.  Rick put them through an
intense leg and back routine that left them tired and sore.

"You wimps. Bunch of pansy asses.  Hey, as much as I would like to get
naked and sweat with yunz guys in the sauna, I have a little business of my
own to do now.  And this dude likes me sweaty from the gym.  Sammy, we have
two workout times this week so be prepared to knock some weight around.
You too little Joey."  He pinched his ass.  "Damn that's a cute ass.  Yum.
Matt, a pleasure and anytime would be nice cause you do look like a
pleasure.  Steve, sorry to hear about everything that's going down with the
wife, but hopefully, she will soon be an ex.  You be good."  Rick pressed
his sweaty body against Sam and planted one mean kiss.  "Damn, if only."
He took the steps two at a time and was gone.

Joe dropped to the floor and moaned. "It's like a hurricane hit me.  We're
working out with that insane monster twice this week?"

Sam straddled his limp body and pulled him up.  "Yeppers, come on dude,
time to sauna, unless you want to do the sling?"

"Sauna first."  Joe stripped out of his soggy clothes.  His big cock swung
from side to side. "You guys want to join us?"

Matt took a deep breath.  "I gotta get some stuff done at home, do you mind
if I come back later?"  He looked at Steve.  "Do you mind?"  Steve's eyes
perked up.  "Good, I'll be back around six."  The two men kissed and Matt
headed up the stairs.  "Thanks for letting me borrow some workout gear,
I'll bring it back."

"Don't bother washing it, we need the fantasy."  Sam rolled his eyes.  Joe
giggled and ran to the sauna.

Sam pulled at Steve's shirt.  "Come on dude, you need to relax."  He helped
Steve strip down then wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him
tenderly.

Steve rested his forehead against Sam's. "Thanks for being a friend and
helping me.  You really hardly know me."

"But I really like you, so why wouldn't I help a friend."  He pulled him in
to the sauna for only about 20 minutes.  "I'm going to shower and call this
lawyer again.  He was going to check some stuff and help me plan things
tomorrow afternoon."

Sam leaned against Joe in the sauna. "So what do you want to do?"  Joe
dropped to his knees and licked at Sam's half hard cock.

"I want to be your cumdump.  I can't believe you worked out with this
bigass chrome cockring on.  Doesn't it hurt?"

"Sometimes.  But it's such a struggle to get it on and off over my stuff
that it's staying on for a while. Get to work."

Joe licked at the big sweaty balls and cock until Sam was pleasurably
moaning and the big flagpole was waving back and forth in Joe's hand oozing
a steady stream of precum.  His head was bobbing up and down when Steve
stuck his head into the sauna.  "Oops. Sorry."  He closed the door but Sam
called him back in to the sweltering heat.

"Doesn't look like you showered yet, join us."

"Well, um, I was on the phone with the lawyer and came down to ask a
question."

"So get out of those shorts and get in here."  Steve peeled off his damp
clothes and reentered the sauna sitting next to Sam where he patted a place
on the bench.  "Joe, if you don't mind."  Joe pushed Steve's legs apart and
attacked the carpenter's succulent balls.  "You can fill us in on the
lawyer stuff later, enjoy."  Sam pulled him close and kissed.  Steve who
had straddled the fence just a day before on being in or out of the closet
let himself drift into the hot threeway.  Joe alternated between the two
stiff pricks until Sam pulled away and slid in between the young man's
sweaty legs.  Steve watched somewhat flabbergasted as Sam slowly pushed his
thick 12 inches into Joe's sweat slick ass.  Joe responded by thrusting his
ass higher and swallowing Steve's cock to the hilt.  Steve worked his own
nipples and was soon unloading a creamy load into Joe's mouth.  Sam, with
sweat dripping off his lean body, slammed deeper into Joe's gut.  He fell
over Steve's legs as Sam fell forward over him.  "Guys, I think we better
get out of here before we are totally dehydrated."  Steve leaned against
the outside of the wooden door and panted for breath.

"Oh fuck, ain't no way I'm going back to that bitch now.  That's what the
lawyer said would be a suggestion you know, separation before
divorce. Nope. No way.  I realize now more than ever what I wanted.  That
and a big glass of water."

Sam pointed at the steps.  "I think we better go shower." He slid his arm
over Joe's shoulders and kissed his forehead.  The three men walked back
upstairs but Steve begged off joining them in their shower.  Sam pulled Joe
into the shower with him and adjusted the hot surround spray.  The two
lovers took their time in lathering each other's body; Sam slid multiple
fingers into Joe's still hungry hole.  "You want to go again?"  Joe shook
his head.

"Nah, I think we better think about what to pull together for dinner.
Besides, I'm not sure our always being in some phase of having sex is the
best thing for Steve.  He still has a bit of the deer in the headlights
look."  Sam reluctantly agreed even thought his cock didn't seem to and
remained rather swollen.  They dressed in sweats and flopped down to watch
some TV in the bedroom wrapped in each other's arms.

Sam finally got up and pulled Joe into the kitchen with instructions on
what to do.  He went upstairs to check on Steve and found him sprawled
across the bed, showered, clean and only in his underwear.  Sam could tell
from the red eyes that he wasn't doing well. He sat on the edge of the bed
and stroked the man's forearm. Steve had received a long list of things to
do and not do from the lawyer.  The man thought he had a pretty quick case
for divorce as long as her lawyer didn't go for separation and play up the
gay angle too much.  He thanked Sam for becoming his friend and sat up to
hug him.  Despite his calm demeanor he was trembling in Sam's arms.

Joe had pulled steaks from the freezer and was prepping salad.  Promptly at
six, Matt returned.  Joe opened the door and Matt hustled in surrounded by
a swirl of wind and snow.

"Damn, I didn't realize it was snowing.  Looks nasty. Glad we decided to do
dinner here."

Matt hung his coat in the hall closet and kicked off his shoes.  "Yeah, the
roads aren't great.  Glad I came back when I did.  Hope it lets up so they
have time to get out and clear the roads.  Could make getting to work a bit
rough in the morning."

"Hmm, I prefer not to think about it.  Come on in and get warm.  Sam's
upstairs talking to Steve.  We're just doing steaks, salad, and veggies for
dinner.  Help yourself to something to drink."  Matt dropped his duffle at
the bottom of the steps.

Sam was coming down and hugged him.  "Steve's a bit overwhelmed, think we
may need to distract him a bit.  Dinner is at 7, so why don't you go cheer
him up?"  He watched Matt's beefy butt in the snug black jeans head up the
stirs.  He walked into the kitchen to help Joe.  "You know, Matt just oozes
testosterone and doesn't seem to have a clue that's he's hot."

"That just makes him all the more attractive.  You agree?"

"Yep, just like you buddy."

The four men had a simple dinner and relaxed with a movie.  Steve and Matt
excused themselves to get to bed since they both had to be at work early.
Sam took the dog out for his last trip of the night.  He brought him back
in through the garage's side door.  Sam stuck his head in to check on them.
"The snow's let up so the roads should be ok for morning unless it starts
again later.  We wiped Sam's wet paws as the big dogged licked his face.
Hey Sam, not to worry you but, I noticed footprints around the back of the
house again.  Whoever is checking up on this place must not have been my
wife, unless she's been here spying on me.  That's not likely.  Looked
pretty big, like a man's shoe."

"Thanks buddy, I'll keep an eye on things."

"We'll we're going up and jump on Matt.  Come on pup."

Sam turned on the outside lights and looked out the sliders to the
patio. Sure enough, he could see footprints leading up to the back of the
house, possibly to the bathroom and bedroom windows.  Whoever was checking
them out no doubt got an eyeful of Sam's thick pole impaled in Joe's muscle
butt.  He made a note to call Officer John in the morning.

All four men were out cold by 11 PM.  The long day of working out, moving
Steve's belongings, sex and sauna had taken its toll.  Steve and Matt were
up at 5:30 to get ready for work. Sam got up to make them coffee and
breakfast then went to jump on the still sleeping Joe.

The next couple of days were basically the same routine with Matt spending
all his free time with Steve.  Steve was working to finish another project
for Sam when he wasn't on the phone with the lawyer.  By Wednesday, the
lawyer had informed Steve he thought he should move back into the house to
reclaim it as his personal property.  He had an alarm installed in lieu of
changing locks to keep his soon to be ex out.

Wednesday evening he informed Sam and Joe he would be moving back home and
leaving them alone in their big house.  Sam the dog would be happy to be
back in familiar surroundings.  They were a little sad to see him leave,
then Matt arrived and announced he would be spending a lot of time with
Steve.  Both of them had been so busy and with Christmas a few days away,
they were looking for a free moment to have sex.  Steve unashamedly
announced he was waiting for Matt to fuck him.  Sam happily announced he
would have been glad to have deflowered Steve as he went to answer the
door.  Steve yelled he didn't think he could handle that big dick just as
Sam swung the door open.

An intensely handsome man stood in the door smiling and trying not to
laugh.  "Hi, I'm Bob Delgado, the lawyer Steve has been talking to on the
phone.  We hadn't met face to face and I wanted to drop off some paperwork.
But if I've come at a bad time?"

Sam openly stared at the attractive man and laughed.  "Uh, no.  Just a bit
of humour at Steve's expense.  Come in please.  I'm Sam Chambers, owner of
this bordello."  He took the man's leather jacket only to stare again at
the muscular athletic body in a snug flannel shirt.  So you're a friend of
Bruce Davidson's?"

"Yes, I used to work for him but went out on my own.  Divorces, lawsuits,
discrimination cases, all the happy stuff.  Have we met?  You look
familiar?"

Sam checked the man's long thick legs and obvious basket in the jeans and
shook his head.  "I don't think so."

"Hmm, maybe if I were wearing chaps and was with my ex Andy at IML?"

"Bob and Andy.  An ex?  Holy shit, you used to live in Ft. Lauderdale or
something now I remember.  You know if you drop your jeans I probably would
remember.  "Nice try, but I do remember seeing you naked in the gym with
Bruce.  You two were quite scary with those dicks.  So, you're threatening
my client with that weapon?"

"No, just trying to be hospitable.  Drink, to change the subject?  Everyone
is in the den through there."

"Uh, I'll do a double vodka rocks if you don't mind."  Sam watched the
tight jeans strain over the muscular butt and headed to the bar to pour
vodka.  Joe came over after introducing himself to Bob and groped Sam's
bulging basket.

"Could I interest you in a little canasta?"

"Huh?  Why would you want to play cards now?"

Joe rolled his eyes and shook his head.  "And to think I'm the blond."  Sam
simply mouthed aha and took the vodka to their guest.  He excused himself
to leave Bob alone to work with Steve.  Matt joined them in the kitchen.

"You know?  I think I'm jealous of this lawyer dude.  Did you see that
body?  Jeez."  He leaned against Joe.  "OK, I can't believe I just said
that.  Now I'm just embarrassed and horny."  Sam put them to work prepping
dinner, then walked back into the den to invite Bob.

Steve was heading upstairs to put the papers away with the stuff he was
taking back to his house.  "So, Bob, you and Andy are no longer together?
Too bad."

"Well, not really.  I mean we liked to play together then I found out he
was playing all over the place and being a rather big pig.  I don't mind
being piggy but I like to do it as a couple.  I have been dating on and off
for a while but just can't get back into that whole bar thing.  I met a guy
who's a friend of Bruce and Steve's friends, Tom and Eric, but I don't know
about this Pittsburgh to Chicago thing.  I moved back from Florida cause I
felt like a fish out of water.  Bad pun in Florida sorry.  So, know
anyone?"

Sam thought for a moment. "No, sorry, I only moved back from California
myself a few months ago.  But we'll talk about old times over dinner."

The men amused Joe, Matt and Steve with the antics from IML, and other gay
hot spots over dinner.  Bob thanked him for his hospitality as he got his
jacket to leave.  "Hey, this weekend is Christmas and I know it's short
notice, but Bruce and Steve, are coming up to stay over and Tom and Eric
are here also, so if you'd like to join us, I'm sure they would like to see
you.  I'll give you my card."  Bob thanked him and waved good night to
everyone.

Sam walked back into the den.  All eyes went to his crotch.  His jeans were
not doing a particularly good job of hiding a swollen cock.  "Hey, I'm
human and he's a hot man who just happens to be a lot of the things I think
are attractive, just like Joey here.  What?  Oh for heaven's sake.  I gotta
get this cockring off.  I sprout hardons in class when I'm lecturing." Joe
sighed deeply.  Sam pulled him tightly and kissed him. "But it's you who's
sharing my bed."

"And on that note."  Steve got up and stretched his legs.  "We're spending
the night back at my house, Sam's so happy to be home.  Guys thanks for
everything.  I really appreciate your help."

"You're more than welcome."  Sam hugged his carpenter buddy and squeezed.
He gave a low moan. "This metal ring has got to go."

Joe groped him and again and watched as Sam's nipples went instantly hard.
"Um, hmmm. So guys, don't forget we have all these people here this
weekend, please feel free to come and go as you please.  Or if you're
busy..." He let his comment trail away.

Steve slid has arm around Matt's shoulders.  "Well, there is one promise
Matt still has to keep to me.  We'll be working on that."  Matt started to
respond then stopped, not feeling it necessary to comment.  Steve stepped
out on the front porch then motioned to Sam.  The shadow of a figure darted
around the shrubs at the end of the property.

Sam took a deep breath.  "Whoever it is and whatever they want seems to
fall into the peeping Tom category. They don't bother anything but just
seem to peek into windows.  They would really have to climb up on something
to see directly into the bedroom and if they see me naked in my own house,
it's not my problem.  Good night guys."


"Hey, I'll cruise around on the way back to my house and see if I spot
anyone."  Steve wandered the streets he always ran and spotted a man
hurrying into a house a block or so away.  He called Sam when they got home
and gave him the address and suggested he look up the address on the county
website.

"I'll check this out in the morning.  It's nice to have a couple days off
from work to do some detective work.  Now where was I, mmmm, titplay.  You
want to go down to the playroom."

"Uhhhh, no, just work them over here, ouch.  I didn't realize titplay cold
get me so horny.  I'm half hard all day at work from my dress shirt sliding
over them.  Not that that's a problem.  And, fuck, at the gym it's like
someone set my chest on fire.  Oh daddy, yeah."

"You working all day tomorrow?"

"Nope, just a half.  Bruce and Steve are giving us a nice long weekend.

"Well, the cleaning people will be here in the morning, furniture is being
delivered in the late morning, we can hit the gym after lunch and then...."

"Then what?"

"Then I hang you in the playroom and really work those nips."  Sam slipped
his tongue into Joe's hot mouth and held him tightly.

Steve looked deeply into Matt's eyes.  "OK. I think I'm ready for this.
Should I lie on my back or on my stomach?"

"Mmmm, buddy, on your knees first.  I have to do something I been wanting
to do for awhile now."


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