Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2006 17:38:07 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Starting Again Chapter 9

Officer John Sullivan had been on the township police force for eight
years.  In that time he had built a reputation as being a fair, dedicated,
and respected office.  He was honest, open, treated everyone with dignity
and respect, but expected people to abide by the law.  And for the most
part when people saw him coming, they did.  The 6'2", 250 pounds of solid
beef frame may have had something to do with that.  Not that he wasn't
willing to cut someone a break, once, twice, but never three times.

He glared at the address he had written down from Sam's message and
clenched his fist.  Officer John was also open minded and had absolutely no
problem with a gay man moving into a home in his community.  He had lost a
brother to AIDS in the early 90's.  It was through tending to his brother's
needs that he came to know so many gay men and lesbians and was proud to
call many of them his friends.  He knew many of the men working out in his
gym were gay and very happy to work out with him.  The look of defeat on
their faces when he left with his girlfriend, a personal trainer, was
always confusing to him.  As much as he tried, he never liked to lead
anyone on that they would get anywhere other than gain his friendship.
Well, usually never.

But he knew he was going to have to deal with an issue of intolerance
sooner or later in Sam's neighbourhood.  Just how, he wasn't sure.  He had
watched workers coming and going at the big house, furniture being
delivered, new friends being made.  He was confident that Sam was going to
be like all the other gay men he had come to know as
homeowners. Overachievers.  He stretched his thick frame and adjusted his
nuts in the tight uniform pants.  Buying a bigger uniform didn't make a
difference; it would only inspire him to get bigger.  The workout that
morning had been especially grueling since he was fighting with a sore
shoulder.  That, plus the fact his girlfriend was going to be going away to
visit her parents for the holiday, only made him horny.  He wasn't nearly
as friendly when he was horny.

Joe had pried himself out of bed that morning and groggily stumbled to the
bathroom and turned on the shower.  He told himself he only needed to get
through a half day of work.  Surely he could do that on the lack of sleep.
Sam had worked his body every which way the previous night.  The shower
would rejuvenate him.  He screamed as the hot water hit his chest.  The
door to the bathroom swung open and Sam stood at the shower entrance.

"You all right?"

"Oh my god.  My nipples are so sensitive.  Good grief they're like twice as
long as they were before."  A shudder ran through his body as he ran his
palms over them.

Sam smiled as he pissed into the toilet.  "Well, you're the one who wanted
an extreme lesson in titplay."  Joe's nipples were big, red and swollen.
The first stage to getting them really huge.  He watched as his boy
gingerly lathered his chest and groaned from the touch.  Sam's cock
stiffened in reaction.  So did Joe's.

"Wow, I have so much to learn. I never would have thought working my tits
would make me so hungry to be fucked."  He turned his back to Sam providing
an opportunity for the big man to slide into the shower with him.  He
pressed his chest against Joe's wet, soap slick back and ass.  The big
meaty hands came around to the hyper tits and lightly hovered over
them. Joe shuddered again from the touch.

"Sam, please, I need to get to work. We're only, stop biting my neck, doing
a half day, lower, today and Steve has a lot on my desk for me to holy fuck
do.  Besides you fucked me twice last night."  Sam tightly wrapped his arms
around Joe's small waist and cupped the big full balls.  Joe let out a
small moan dropped his head and sighed.  "Well maybe if I skip breakfast
and grab something in town. Oh shit yeah."  Sam's long pole slid into the
stretched hole.  "Fuck daddy, who's your bitch?"

Sam chuckled slightly as he fucked the round muscle butt.  "Mmmm, you're my
bitch."  The two men rutted in the hot spray.  Sam tried to avoid grabbing
the sore nips but his hand automatically slid up to them.  Joe didn't
scream, just slammed his ass back hard against the intruding cock.  Sam
reached around and jacked his boy's stiff prick until they both shot thick
creamy loads into the swirling spray.  They finished by washing each
other's backs.  Joe let his fingers linger along Sam's asshole while he
quietly hummed, All I want for..."  Sam left Joe alone to dress as he
slid into jeans and a long sleeve T to run down to get the papers and make
coffee.

Joe bounded into the kitchen in dress shirt and tie.  "So?  Do you think my
tits are too prominent in this shirt?"  Sam smiled at his handiwork as
Joe's dress shirt showed two large bumps from very fat nubs.  "The people
in the office are going to think I am such a perv."

Sam shook his head and poured him a travel mug of coffee.  "Oh for heavens'
sake.  You work for Bruce and Steve, two gay men who are like walking porn,
even in suits.  Men and women drool over both of them.  You've just never
noticed their shirts before I bet."

Joe thought about it for a second.  "You're right.  I've tried not to look
at them in any way that might be sexual.  Which ain't easy after seeing
them damn near naked at their party."

"You're such a pup."

"Speaking of party, just exactly what are you planning for Christmas Eve?"

"A simple holiday party, mixed, straight and gay.  Feel free to invite
people from work.  I did. And a couple of the neighbours with whom I've
spoken.  And a few gay people we know.  I'll save the really perverted
party for later."

"Like New Year's?"

"Uh no, this afternoon after our workout.  Time for lesson number two on
titplay.  Have a good day at work honey?"  He kissed a somewhat frazzled
looking Joe as the young men headed to his car.  "Hurry home."  Joe's cock
went hard on the drive to the office wondering about lesson two.

The holiday break meant Sam didn't necessarily have to go into the office
but could telecommute from home.  He sat at his desk handling various
sundry items for work and thought about the job he did on Joe's chest.
Everything he did to Joe, he had Joe do to him.  He wanted Joe to be as
good at working nips as he was at becoming and wanting to get fucked.  If
Joe learned his lesson well, Sam's chest would soon be back to being hyper
sensitive.  A state he thoroughly enjoyed.  His hand had toyed with his
left nipple as he read email.  He paid no attention to his state of mind as
he heard the front door open and Steve call his name.

"Hey Sam, you home?  There's a furniture delivery truck pulling up and I,
oh there you are.  Uh, you know I'm glad to see you too and I'd like to
think that means you're glad to see me." Sam followed Steve's gaze down to
his own crotch.  His hard cock was sharply outlined in the tight jeans.

"Oops, thinking about last night.  Maybe the delivery men won't notice."

"Yeah right.  When was the last time you saw blind deliverymen?  Planes
passing overhead on their way to Chicago can notice."

"Talking about it doesn't help it relax."

"Who said I wanted it to relax?  I have some work to do upstairs before
you're weekend guests arrive."  He lightly grabbed the stiff dick as he
walked past.  Fortunately for Sam, the deliverymen were a little slow at
unloading.  Even though his dick was more than ready to itself.

Matt had arrived at work in a festive holiday mood.  The friendly outgoing
man was even more so today.  He was so happy at 7 AM that his co-workers
threatened to lock him into one of the large coolers.  He just smiled and
shrugged and went about his business.  Christmas was three days away and
the store looked like there had been a going out of business sale.  The
stock crew knew that meant he was going to arrive primed and ready to work
with them to get things restocked.  The store was over 120,000 square feet
and that meant non-stop hustle.

Matt was prepared in tight, ass-hugging blue jeans and a sweatshirt with
short cut sleeves.  It showed off his arms really well.  And when he
reached high, the shirt lifted to show off his fur-covered abs.  However,
the eye catcher for everyone, male, female, customer and employee was the
muscular denim butt.  No one could miss that sexy butt.  Plus, this morning
an extra large basket bulge had people trying not to stare.

He went about organizing the work crews trying not to let his mind wander
to Steve.  No matter how hard he worked, a smile would spread across his
face and his nuts would tingle in memory.  Steve put himself totally in
Matt's hands last night.  He explained the importance of being prepared and
ready to be fucked.  Steve didn't seem to have a clue until he crudely told
him his butt needed to be clean.  What totally blew him away and got him so
hot was Steve's willingness to submit to an enema.  The whole process
seemed to turn him on so that he was begging to get back to the bed when
they finished.  For a man who had never been fucked, he was eager, way
eager to try.

The night before Steve had knelt on the bed with Matt snuggling behind him.
Matt ran his hand up over the thick heavily muscled thighs to the tight
waist and on up to the perfect square pecs.  Steve moaned as Matt explored.
"We need to get you in the proper mood and ready.  Bend over, shoulders
down, ass up." Steve bent down and Matt ran his hands over the tight
runner's butt.  He knelt down and licked at the puckered hole.  Steve took
a deep breath and pushed back.  Matt breathed in the masculine scent and
rubbed his face against his butt.  "You really want this don't you?"

"I want you more than anything."  Matt hesitated a second and thought about
that then plunged his tongue into Steve's hot butt.  The more Matt ate his
ass the more Steve moaned.  He didn't even flinch when Matt invaded virgin
territory with a lubed finger, then two then three.  Steve was begging for
Matt to try his cock.  When Matt gave one more deep finger thrust and hit
Steve's hot spot, the man was almost out of his mind.  Matt stroked Steve's
big hard cock as it rubbed stiffly against his abs.  "Get ready."

He lubed his own eager prick.  Precum dribbled from the wide piss slit.  He
pressed against Steve and instructed him to push out.  Perfect.  Steve
pushed and Matt's fat cock head popped past his quivering sphincter.  Steve
gasped for breath as Matt instructed him on how to relax and let him in,
slowly, almost effortlessly.  Other than a couple quick gasps of pain, it
was an unbelievably easy entry for the first time.  Matt hugged him tightly
around the waist and let his super fat cock rest in place.  He slowly eased
out to the base of the head then pushed back in.  Steve rocked back burying
the pole deep into his ass.

As he rocked his cock in and out, he watched Steve's fingers clench and
unclench in the sheets, not from pain but from the need to have more cock.
By the time Matt unloaded 20 minutes later, Steve was begging for it harder
and harder.  The two men collapsed with Matt's fireplug dick still deep in
the firm butt.

"Yeah, baby, that was awesome. Let's go again.  This time I want to be on
my back and be able to watch your face as you fuck me."

"Um, I need a couple of minutes to regain composure."  Steve dived on the
semi-hard cock and had it stiff and proud in minutes.  "OK, maybe I didn't
need to wait all that long."  Steve flopped on to his back, lifted his legs
and spread his ass for Matt.  Matt aimed and pushed.  He doubled Steve over
with his legs flat against his chest and started pistoning the man's butt
again.  The man was incredibly flexible for being so muscular.  Steve
pulled Matt down as he fucked him and pressed their lips together.  He
seemed totally distraught when Matt shot his second load.

Not to be outdone, Matt lubed his hand and stroked Steve's boner.  The man
had yet to get off himself despite the pounding he was getting.  It took
only a few seconds before several volleys of his hot juice spewed over his
abs and chest.  He pressed their bodies together and thanked Matt.

Steve returned the favour by fucking Matt a few minutes later but begged
Matt for one more ride before they drifted off into a sound sleep.  They
almost slept through the alarm clock and both bounded out of bed in the
morning.  Matt drove away for working thinking he had never felt this way
about anyone.  He wanted to turn the car around and return home but duty
made him keep going.  The day was going to be a challenge. His cock and
balls seemed to develop a mind of their own.  Everything reminded him of
their fucking and sucking.  He had to work really hard to focus.  About
10:30 he checked his cell, which he had left on vibrate to keep from
annoying the customers and saw a text message from Steve simply saying,
`well fuck me'.  He laughed out loud

He sat down on a stack of boxes. His stomach was in knots from the feeling
of desire for this man he hardly knew.  The desire was quickly going beyond
just the sexual.

Steve was bent over on his knees securing one last screw into a closet
system in the next to last bedroom.  Sam quietly watched from the doorway
as the round butt flexed in the tight jeans.  The T-shirt had pulled up to
reveal a tattoo just above Steve's ass crack.  The threadbare denim hid
nothing, not that Steve was wearing any underwear to be seen anyway.  Sam
cleared his throat to avoid startling the hard at work man.

"Hey guy, this room is all finished.  Just have the last few things to do
in the last bedroom and your closet systems are done.  Organized storage
for days."

"Super, the next group of furniture delivery men will be here soon and that
will take care of the second floor."  He held out his hand to help Steve to
his feet.  A quick tug brought Steve bumping into him.  "Sorry, you OK?"
Steve nodded and pressed his body tightly against Sam's.

He paused for a brief second then pulled Sam toward the door.  "So what do
you think of the bookcases in the other room."  They walked across the
hallway into the room that was being set up as an office for Joe.  "I think
they turned out well, don't you?"

"Oh yeah, you do great work. Wait'll you see it with the furniture."

"Just have a few more things to do with the closet stuff."

"Well, I came up to see if you wanted a cup of coffee."

"Yeah, I'll be right down."  Sam headed to the kitchen and Steve leaned
against the wall.  He painfully adjusted his stiffening prick and tried to
not think of Matt or Sam.  "Man, I gotta get control over this."

He bounced down the steps and headed toward the kitchen only to stop and
stare into what had been a pretty empty dining room.  A new table and
chairs sat shining in the morning light.  "Wow, Sam, this is beautiful.
Where'd you find it?"

"Bruce told me about this guy who builds handcrafted furniture, like
yourself.  I love the simplicity and sort of mission -- shaker design.
Suits the house well.  But he didn't have a hutch or sideboard so it's just
this for now.  I'm going to work on finding some additional pieces after
the holidays."

"Hey, let me help, I know where I might find you something.  And you got
this just in time for your holiday party.  Your guests will be impressed."

"Good, the guy hustled to get it here.  I figured it would be nice to have
something in here from which to serve rather than have everything in the
kitchen.  Speaking of which, come get your coffee."  Steve watched Sam's
tight muscle butt move in front of him.  He momentarily closed his eyes and
tried to picture his wife.

"Are you feeling ok?"  His eyes flew open and he flushed with
embarrassment.

"Oh man.  I am trying so hard to to well, not get hard around every man I
see now.  Spending time with Matt, and around you two guys has my dick in
overdrive."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"The divorce thing is like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, fuck
my soon to be ex-wife.  But this thing with Matt, is, is, like, well,
nothing I have ever felt before.  I've never had feelings like this for
anyone.  And after last night, I just want to drop on my knees suck your
dick then have you fuck me."

Sam tilted his head.  "Hmm, you've reached the whore stage of a newly
separated married man very quickly.  It happens."

"Huh, what?  But, I don't want to be a whore, well, I want to just, um,
well, to be honest, I think I like being a bottom, although, I really like
fucking Matt, and well, there's this problem I have with you two and...."

"I get it.  If Joe were to say to me he wanted to be monogamous, I'd say
good.  If, as we have so far, decided to play as a couple, that's fine too.
Figure out your boundaries though.  Cause if one of you thinks it a
monogamous thing, and the other is out screwing around, you only end up
hurting each other.  So, if you guys say hands off, well, you can't touch
this."  He pointed at his basket. Steve looked hurt.  "It's a respect
thing.  I really like the both of you and would hate to think that
something that is developing between you gets fucked up cause Joe or me
play around with you.  You OK with that?"  Steve nodded as he sipped his
coffee.  "But it doesn't mean I'm going to stop hugging you or groping your
ass.  It's too nice not to grope."  He slid his arms around his carpenter
and hugged tightly.

"Thanks.  I guess you need to be a bit patient with me while I sort through
all this stuff.  Bob, my lawyer has been really helpful.  He has great
insight and knows just what to say to keep me levelheaded.  I just wish he
didn't look so fucking good."

"Yeah, damn him looking so good.  So, you think you're developing more than
just fuck buddy feelings for Matt?"

"Yeah.  We have lots in common and really get along well so far; it's a bit
spooky when I think about it.  I wasn't this compatible with my wife.  I
keep telling myself to take it slowly but every time I think about Matt
well, fuck, I get a damned erection.  I think we both want to please each
other so fucking much.  He's just too damn hot."

"Yep, you're officially a mess.  But, I completely understand, I think Joe
and I are going through the same things.  After all the men I knew in San
Francisco, it's hard to fathom meeting someone who clicks with me as Joe
does.  I thought Matt might be that person, but we both were realistic it
wasn't to be.  I know he has a lot on his plate with school and work and
home and all, so whatever, you do, be open with him on how you feel."

"I will, that is if I'm not trying to swallow his fat prick.  Oh damn, I
need to run to the lumber store for some things.  I better get the closet
stuff finished.  Matt and I were going to try to workout together this
afternoon.  Hey, looks like a delivery man standing on your front porch."
Steve pointed to the front window where two deliverymen were discussing
something.  He hurried back upstairs to finish the closet work.

Sam opened the door as three men were getting ready to unload the last of
his bedroom purchases.  The deliverymen lugged the various pieces up the
stairs into the last two bedrooms.  Steve worked to stay out of their way.
He finished his work upstairs and went downstairs to take some measurements
in the dining room.  He glanced at the oldest of the delivery men who
seemed to be in charge and watched the biceps bulge as he lifted a heavy
dresser.  His nuts pulled tightly as tried not to react.  He was about to
leave when Sam called him back upstairs.

"Just wanted your opinion on the office for Joe."  Steve walked into the
masculine room and looked around approvingly.

"This is terrific, a place for him to work and just enough bedroom
furniture to make it a good guest room.  Is this a sleeper sofa?"

"Yeah, heavy as shit.  The poor delivery guys were huffing and puffing on
this one."

"Yeah, I know, I saw the one guy's arms. Really nice."  He slipped his arm
around Sam's waist.  Joe will really like this.  It's very tasteful,
simple, clean and very, very functional.  He rubbed the small of Sam's back
but stopped when he realized what he was doing.  "Thanks for everything
Sam.  I really appreciate it.  Can't say that enough."  He looked in to the
older man's deep eyes and gave in to the urge to kiss him.  He held the
kiss for several seconds before breaking away and excusing himself to hit
the lumberyard.  Sam watched him drive off from the second floor as he
slowly stroked his thickening prick.

"Heaven help Matt.  That man is about to explode."

Steve wandered through the stacks of premium lumber looking for just the
right wood for a project he had in mind.  Twice he excused himself to walk
past a tall lean black man who was also checking out the supply of
furniture grade wood.  The third time the man was kneeling down to inspect
another sample and looked up at Steve.

"They keep a nice lot of lumber here."  Steve absently glanced down and did
a quick double take.  The man's jacket was open to reveal a partially
unbuttoned shirt.  The chest underneath was thick with muscle and lean.
The worn denim in his jeans stretched over the muscular thighs as he knelt
down.  The board only slightly obscured a very ample basket.

"Yeah, I get all my furniture project wood here.  Best quality best price."

The man stood up and turned the board in his hand.  "Maybe you can help me.
I need to replace some doorframes and floor molding baseboard in an old
house.  It has to be stained not painted.  So will this take a really dark
brown stain very well?"  With the board out of the way, Steve could now see
one enormous basket on this rather lean but muscular man.  He tried not to
stare.  "I like the look of the grain and the feel of it in my hands.  It
just isn't the same when it's painted."  He slowly slid his hands up and
down the long smooth surface of the board.

"Oh yeah, this is great quality for woodwork and should take any stain
really well.  But, you have to be careful not to get too much oil on it
from your hands."

"Hmph, makes sense."  The man smiled and Steve got lost in the big smile
and dark eyes.

"You may however," Steve slid by and felt his stiffening prick brush
against the man's ass.  Damn. "want to use this for any door jambs or
casing and use this really quality stuff for trim.  A bit more economical.
Stain quality will be about the same."

"Hey thanks buddy.  I'm a first time homeowner and just learning all this
stuff but want to do a good job."

"Well if you shop for wood here, you will definitely get the best lumber
around."

"You do woodwork?"

"I'm a carpenter."

"Wow cool.  Doing something special?"

"A project for a client. I place my order and they plane the wood and
deliver it for me.  I love working with hardwood."

"I bet."

"Um, gotta go. Good luck with that project.  If you need anything, my
card's on the wall by the register, Steve.  Glad to help."

He shook the man's big hand and took a deep breath.  He found himself
thinking how sexy that man was as he climbed back into his pickup and
headed home.  The route home took him past an adult bookstore with video
booths.  As much as he wanted to wait for Matt, he needed relief.  A couple
bucks later he was browsing through the deserted labyrinth looking for the
right movie.  One featuring several musclebound men got his attention and
he slipped in to give it a try.  He was about to close the door when a
black hand stopped him.

"Mind if I join you, Steve was it?  I'm Scott."  Steve's heart raced as the
hot sexy black man from the lumberyard slipped in and locked the door.  He
dropped a few tokens in the machine as Scott moved in and kissed him hard.
Scott's big hand went directly for Steve's throbbing prick and squeezed.
The two men fumbled to run their hands over each other's bodies but the
small booth wasn't meant for them.  "My house is only a couple of miles
from here, care to follow me?"  Steve nodded.

Ten minutes later they were pulling each other clothes off in the man's
sparsely furnished bedroom.  His pushed a naked Steve back on the bed and
spread his sinewy body over top of him.  His need for rough man to man sex
took over as the man explored his body, every nipple, muscular cut and
crevice.  He felt a long thick cock pressing against him and wrapped his
legs around the tiny waist.  There were no second thoughts as the man
stopped long enough to unroll a condom over the ebony pole and lube Steve's
ass.  He aimed the stiff cock and pushed.  Fire erupted in Steve's ass as
the pain gave way to pleasure.  Scott pushed his arms up and back and
stared into his eyes as he fucked him hard.  His whole body felt like it
was on fire as Scott slammed his ass for 20 minutes.  Scott's lifted his
butt as the invading cock rammed into his prostate and sent convulsions of
thick spunk shooting from Steve's cock.  His tightening ass pushed Scott
over the edge and he collapsed on top of Steve into another deep kiss.

As his cock slowly softened and pulled from Steve's ass, Scott rolled to
the side and licked at Steve's tits.  "You haven't been out long have you?"

"How can you tell?"

"Just divorced myself. Decided I really wanted a life with men.  Wife
damned near killed me."

Steve sighed.  "I still have a lot of that to look forward to."

"Well, stay true to yourself, don't listen to all them shitheads who think
you can be straight.  Do what's in your heart."

"I intend to.  So that's why you just bought this house?"

"Yep." Scott continued to rub his hands over Steve's body.  "I want to be
able to be with a man when I want.  That sneaking around is no way to live.
So, uh, if you want to drop by again, feel free.  I like mature beefy men.
And meeting a gay brother in this town is not easy.  I meet a lot of queeny
guys, but no offense to them, that ain't who I am."  He licked Steve's cum
from his abs.  "I need a man."

"So do I.  Look, I can't promise I know where my head is yet, but I'll
leave you my card.  I'd like to see you again, even if it's not to have you
fuck me."

"But turn around is fair play.  You haven't fucked a fine African-American
ass have you?"  He laughed and flashed a big smile.  "I, um, don't take
myself that seriously."

"You're the first fine African-American man I've had the pleasure with
which to get naked.  God you felt great."  They kissed and held together
quietly.  "I have to go. I'm meeting a friend at the gym.  Please keep in
touch."  Scott nodded as Steve got up to get dressed.

"Do you usually not wear underwear?"

"Nope just a coincidence."  Scott stood in the secluded doorway naked and
waved goodbye as Steve headed home to grab his gym stuff.  His heart raced
as he anguished over what he had just done and whether or not to tell Matt.
He made a couple of quick phone calls and hurried back out the door to the
Muscle Bank to meet him.

The gym parking lot wasn't all that crowded in the last few shopping days
before the holiday.  Matt was already there and building up a sweat.  They
smiled at each other and plotted out their workout.  A few minutes later,
Sam and Joe arrived and were soon working out on a parallel routine.  Steve
and Matt were heading to the shower when Joe stopped them.

"You finished already?  Wimps."

Matt punched Joe's pec hitting the sore nip.  Joe winced. "We were here a
good thirty minutes working out before you got here. Hmm, a bit sensitive?"

"You have no idea."

Sam leaned over.  "Right.  Pup here has no idea. Ask him how he feels
tomorrow."  Joe looked worried.

Steve bit his lip and smiled.  "Well, we won't ask.  Hey Sam, I will be
back over tomorrow to do something I forgot to do.  You going to be home?"

"Not sure. We have to go out to do some shopping, but you have a key and
the code."  Steve gave him the OK sign.

Matt tugged on Steve's arm.  "Yeah we have a little shopping to do too,
let's go."

"We do?"

"Well, I do. I have to run an errand but I will be over later."

They chatted as they showered. Steve had to go home to call his lawyer and
check to make sure his ex hadn't returned.  Matt was going to grab them
dinner and would see him at 7.  Steve straightened things around the house
and did some holiday decorating to stay focused.  He still didn't know if
he could tell Matt what was on his mind.

Joe stumbled back to the locker room and flopped onto the bench.  "Man that
was intense.  I don't know if I have the energy to stand up in the shower."

Sam slapped his ass since no one was around.  "You won't need to.  Just
throw your sweats back on and we'll shower at home. We have other things to
do."  Joe looked at him questioningly as he gathered his stuff.  Minutes
later, the big Ford slid into the garage and the two men hopped out.  "Just
drop your bag.  Everything you need is downstairs in the playroom."  Joe
hesitated.  "I said we have work to do."  He dropped his shoulder leaned in
to Joe and tossed the man over his shoulder.  Joe tried not to hit his head
as Sam carried him downstairs to the playroom.  As he set Joe down he
brought his hand up to hold Joe's head and planted a long deep kiss.

"A man's education is never complete."  Joe looked apprehensive.  "Do you
trust me?"

"Yes sir."

"Your boots and a clean pair of socks are over there.  Strip down and put
them on."  Sam stripped out of his gym clothes, pulled on his shiny boots
and waited for Joe.  "Stand over here son."

Joe stood in front of him.  Sam ran his hands over the young man's pumped
body.  He pushed his feet a bit further a part and pulled his arms up so
his hands were clasped behind his head.  Joe's cock was standing at full
mast and swinging proudly in front of him.  Sam wrapped two fingers around
the big balls and pulled down.  Joe moaned.  He lightly slapped the big
hard cockhead then spit into his hand and slicked the reddening dick.  Joe
sucked in his breath.

"You don't cum until I tell you you can." He placed a tight Velcro cockring
around the base of his boy's cock and balls and watched the dick grow a bit
more.  "Joey, you have a beautiful cock and balls, most men would be
envious.  You have a wonderful body and we're going to make it better.  You
have a desire to learn more about man to man sex don't you?"

"Yes sir, thank you sir."  Their eyes locked as Sam kissed him.  "Teach me
sir."

"What did you tell me this morning about last night?"

"That my tits were on fire and really sensitive this morning."

"Did you like that feeling?"

"Oh yes sir, very much."

"Did you like the way it felt at the gym?"

"Yes sir, but I."  Sam looked up from softly stroking the big dick.  "My
dick starts to get hard with each twinge on my nipples."

"Then we need to work harder on your workout."  He stepped behind Joe and
lightly bit the side of his neck.  "And we need to keep your nips on fire."
Sam's hands came up to the huge pecs and cupped the round firm flesh.  He
rolled the growing nipples between his fingers and pinched.  Joe groaned as
his dick twitched.  "Excellent."  A shudder went through Joe as he fought
the urge to shoot without anyone touching his dick.  Sam raised Joe's hands
above his head and slipped each wrist into restraints hanging from the
ceiling.  He rolled the sensitive nips between his thumb and forefinger as
Joe pressed back against him.  "You ready for more?"

Very weakly from desire Joe shook his head.  "Yes...sir, please sir."
Sam stepped before him and kissed him then repeatedly ran his tongue in and
out of the boy's mouth.  A spark ignited for both of them as Sam wrapped
his arms around Joe and held him in a tight embrace and kiss.  As he broke
the kiss and stepped back, he placed a clamp on each distended nipple.  Joe
groaned as Sam played with the clamps and hung a light weight on each one
and ran a chain between them.

"Too much?"

"No sir."  Sam smiled and slowly began to give Joe a tongue bath
periodically pulling on the chain or tapping the weights to send a jolt of
pain through the stretched nipples.  The more Sam licked and bit the salty
skin the more Joe moaned and groaned.  Drops of precum were steadily
falling in a long string from the now purple dick.  Sam attached another
weight to the middle of the chain and let it drop to the boy's chest. Joe
gasped and yelped but held strong.  His breathing rate picked up and the
throbbing dick pulsed with each heartbeat.

Sam picked up a small flogger from its hook on the wall.  "Do you know what
this is?"  Joe whispered yes.  "Do you want to learn about this?"  Again
Joe whispered yes.  "Well, buddy not today.  You've had those clamps on
quite a while now and I bet you need to get some relief.  And we're not
going to fuck now, that'll come later tonight."  He rubbed his hard cock
against Joe's straining muscle butt.

"Please sir."

"Later. With this damned metal ring, my prick isn't going down anytime
soon, but that's my problem."  He ran the flogger over Joe's sweaty back
and watched the thick muscles react.  He let it play over the heaving chest
and smiled at Joe's whimpers.  He stopped just short of the bouncing cock.
"Are you ready?"  Joe closed his eyes and answered yes.  Tears ran down his
cheeks.  Sam played the flogger over the cock and simply said, "Now."  As
Joe's cock shot rockets of cum all over Sam's prick, Sam unclamped the tits
and waited.  Joe screamed and writhed as more cum shot from his dick.  He
hung limply as a strand of cum stretched from the swollen cockhead to the
floor.

Sam undid the wrist restraints. Joe fell to his knees and began to lick his
cum from Sam's cock and balls.  He swallowed as much of his lover's dick
and took a deep breath to get more.  Sam reacted by firing his own juice
deep into the eager man's throat.  Joe knelt on the flour and fought to
regain his composure and breath.  Sam put the various toys away in the
playroom and walked over to a sweaty gasping Joe.  "You ready for a shower
and dinner?"

"Yes sir."  Sam smiled warmly and knelt down to cradle Joe in his arms.  He
carried him upstairs to their shower.  He placed Joe on the edge of the tub
and helped him off with his boots.  He left Joe to regain some strength
under the hot spray as he slid of his boots off and then began to bathe his
tired boy.

"Dinner is in the oven and should be very ready by now.  There's a bottle
of wine on the counter and we have all night to get back to bed to fuck.
You OK with that?"  Joe hugged him and shuddered as the pain in his tits
shot through is chest.  "Good, I want you to have a reminder of how much I
love being with you.  You also have to remember these lessons because my
tits are feeling very neglected."

Sam turned off the shower spray and turned to get towels.

"Thank you Sam.  And you know I realized something today, especially while
hanging from my wrists."

"What's that?  Um, you might want to go lightly on those nips."

"I love you Sam."

Matt bounced through the door carrying everything for a take-out meatloaf
dinner.  He gave Steve a quick kiss and headed into the kitchen to put
things out.

Steve rubbed Matt's butt through the snug jeans, slipped and arm around his
waist and nuzzled the back of his neck.  "You didn't have to get take out.
I could have pulled something together for us."

"Nah, that's OK. Besides the store has all kinds of really good meals to go
and this is like way convenient.  Dig in.  I also wanted us to have some
time to talk.  You were really quiet today at the gym.  Everything OK with
the wife separation thing?"

"Yeah, from what Bob tells me this is moving along well.  The holidays make
things a bit slower.  The not knowing what happens next is the hard part
and having to be patient, not my best attribute."

"Well, it will all work out.  I didn't get dessert.  I figured with
everything Sam is planning over the next few days with party food I didn't
need any more calories."

"I agree.  I haven't been able to run the last couple of days and that's
how I keep my weight under control."

"Actually Steve. I'd say you've lost weight in the last week.  Stress?"

"Probably.  My head is spinning.  The wife thing, the coming out of the
closet thing, the whole sex with men thing.  Let's eat but before we talk
about anything else I need to say something."

"Uh oh, sounds serious."  Matt handed him a plate of food as they sat at
the kitchen table and ate.

"I, uh, well, I was with another man today.  Wait.  It just happened.  We
crossed paths and I went home with him.

"And?  You had sex?"  Steve nodded and dropped his eye staring at the
floor.  "So?"

"So?  You don't care?  I mean, it was just so fucking weird."  Steve
paused.  He looked as if he was about to cry.  "The whole time I'm there
and we're you know, I felt this knot in my stomach.  I wanted it to be you.
I kept thinking I want to be with Matt."

"He was that bad?"

"What?  No.  I mean, damn.  I know we've only known each other a couple of
weeks, and I keep telling myself it's just a crush cause you were the real
`first' for me, but man, I feel like I am in over my head for you.  And I
don't want to hurt you cause some other guy screwed me.  I feel like shit."

Matt put his fork down and reached over for Steve's hand.  "Look, Steve,
you've just been shoved out of the closet, the whole wife divorce thing,
you've surrounded yourself with a bunch of testosterone laden men, myself
included.  I can't fault you if you play around with someone.  I'd be a
sexual mess if it were me."

"But I don't think I've ever felt so strongly about anyone like this."

"Me neither.  That's why we need to talk."

Steve looked at Matt's rugged face as he smiled back.  He got up, walked
around the table and hugged this man whom he had expected to punch him for
playing with Scott.  "I actually hurt inside today when I wasn't with you."

Matt nestled his face against the big chest.  "Shit I was going through the
same thing, it's going too fast.  And. Well.  I appreciate the hug but your
elbow is in my meatloaf."

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