Date: Tue, 5 Dec 2000 18:31:06 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 16

G-Village....Build It , They Will Cum, part 16

The following is a continuation of stories with characters begun in
Feelings of Security.  This story contains graphic gay sex, man to man.  If
such material offends you, please go elsewhere.  Also, sexual practices are
fantasy and not an endorsement of unsafe sexual practices and are not meant
to be seen as such.


Tom stood at the edge of the water, small waves breaking around his diamond
shaped calves. His wet white T-shirt clung to the muscles of his upper body
like a drapery over a statue.  Other men in the water stopped to check out
the large muscleman as he stood casually watching the waves.  Many of them
vied for his attention.  He warmly smiled and returned their
acknowledgement but didn't lead them on.  At the first sign of Eric at his
side, they would scatter in the wind to drool and stare safely from a
distance.  Tom felt the heat of the late afternoon sun warm his wet shirt
and wash over his muscles like a soothing blanket.  The large hulking arm
that wrapped around him brought him back to reality.

"Teasing the boys again?"  Eric kissed the back of Tom's thick neck.

"No, just standing here enjoying the afternoon sun.  Feels good."

"Uh huh, in a wet t-shirt and Speedos that almost hold that dick in place?
You've been turning heads since we got here."

"And you haven't?  This big oversized musclebear with shaved head and
bright blue eyes?  I'm the one who has to worry about some pup stealing you
away."  Eric's hands slid to the protruding nipples and the rings showing
through the thin cotton.  A few seconds of playing and Tom began rubbing
his butt against Eric's struggling swimsuit.  "This has been a wonderful
vacation so far.  All we've done is workout, eat, relax on the beach, shop
and have sex. Can we stay here?"

"Well, I've done a lot of work too."

"Yeah, amazingly enough you have.  And if you keep that activity up we'll
be heading back to the house to fuck real soon."

"Mmmmm.  Works for me.  However, I came to tell you I just spoke with
Marsh, and Doug is wiggling his toes.  They take that has a good sign that
the trauma is subsiding.  It'll take some time but he will be able to
walk."

"Oh wow, that's great.  What about Red?"  Eric nestled his head against
Tom's and lightly bit the huge trap.

"Not so sure there.  Tom Pratt and this other doctor took samples of some
of the lumps and skin stuff, beat him up quite a bit.  Then the next day
they did surgery and removed two moles that fell into the melanoma
category."

"What do the tests results say?"

"No reports yet.  Darrell told Richard who told Marsh that Red is convinced
that he is going to die."

"That's not necessarily the case is it?"

"No. They need the biopsy reports back.  Another day or two will tell.  In
the meantime, Red can't workout and is driving them all nuts cleaning the
gym.  I think you need to call him.  As much as he loves Darrell and Ron,
he'll listen better to you." Tom shook his head in agreement.  "But first,
we need to head back to the house to, uh, workout again."  Tom reached back
to grope the humongous lump in Eric's swimsuit.  "Then we can get cleaned
up and go to Tea Dance."

"You hate that."

"I know, but I am with the biggest, most muscular best looking man on the
Cape. I want to enjoy showing you off."

Tom turned around and laughed.  "Oh really."

"That and watching these guys drool, makes me super horny.  More than
normal."  Tom thought about that for a second and took off running across
the beach to their towels.

"Come on.  Last one to the house jacks off alone."  Eric sprinted after him
as a gaggle of musclebears stopped in mid-conversation to watch the two
men.  The men all looked at each other and in a group stood up to pack
their stuff.  Comments flew around about who was going to fuck whom.

Mike stood at the foot of Doug's hospital bed and watched the slowly
wiggling toes.  He grabbed Doug's feet and hugged them to his body.  "This
is fucking awesome.  I can't tell you how happy I am."  Doug smiled back
feebly despite the joy in his eyes.  His face was still bruised and the
healing cuts looked 1,000 percent better.  Mike walked over to his side and
carefully kissed his lover. His hand rested on Doug's tight abs but slowly
slid downward.  "Mmmm, ummm, what have we here?"  He squeezed the large
hard cock under the sheet.  "Oh man, this is a red letter day!  Everything
is working again."

"Yeah, great eh?  I thought I'd surprise you with that.  I mean I have to
go through physical therapy for the walking part but the other shouldn't
be, uh, Mike, maybe you shouldn't do that, uh, Mike, careful.  It's been a
couple of weeks, oh shit that feels so good.  No, Mike, someone might walk
in and find, uhuh, no.  Not that.  NO.  Oh fuck."  Doug unloaded two weeks
worth of hot cum down Mike's deep throat.  Mike licked the sensitive cock
head then sucked each ball.

"I bet there's lots more where that came from."  Doug's eyes were closed as
he slowly shook his head in agreement.  "Mayyyyybbbbbeeeeee, I should do
that again."

"NONONONONONO.  Someone from work may walk in and I don't want my dick down
your throat when that happens.  Not that it doesn't feel good, but
explaining to the people from work could be touchy."

"And speaking of working.  I've never seen so many get well gifts made of
hand tools.  Some very clever people at the Depot there."

"Yeah.  What about Red?  What's happening there?"  Mike filled him in on
the details about Red and that he was trying to keep his mind off things by
sanitizing everything in the gym.  Dell threatened him with a can of
whipped cream if he didn't stay out of the caf^Â stockroom.  Doug
laughed then coughed in pain.  Vic and Big Mike the truck driver walked
into the room.

Big Mike didn't seem phased by the open affection of the three gay men and
the hugging and kissing that went on between the friends.  He shrugged his
shoulders and stated it was too bad that some straight couples weren't as
openly friendly.  Vic joked that he was a very friendly cop and Big Mike
could hug him anytime.

Doug rolled his eyes.  "Don't go there Mike, he's too easy.  Are you back
at work?"

"Yeah, today.  I feel pretty good and heard the news about your toes.
Wanted to stop in and see for myself."  Big Mike agreed.  Mike hinted that
other things were working too and watched as Big Mike's face went crimson.

Vic peeked under the sheet.  Doug slapped his hand away.  "Just checking.
By the way, the drunken asshole that caused this whole accident is still
behind bars.  Eric has made sure of that from P-town.  His drunk driving is
bad enough but he has a whole shitload of stuff on his record since he
pulled that stunt on Tom a year ago.  Eric intends for his ass to get what
it deserves."

Big Mike took a deep breath.  "That's good news.  The guy is a major fuck
up and shouldn't be back out in public until, well, I don't know until."

Doug poked at Big Mike's hand.  You better not still be beating yourself up
over this whole thing.  It ain't your fault.  We were all in the wrong
place at the wrong time but things look to be improving."

"No, I'm better with things, it's just that, I ain't never had an accident
and never hurt anyone in my life, let alone a bud I make deliveries to.
The whole scenario bugs me.  But I'll be OK as long as you two are OK.
Hey, I gotta hit the road and make a delivery.  You guys take care of
yourselves."

Vic kissed Doug's forehead quickly.  "Me too.  Gotta get back to the
station and then over to the gym to meet Joe for a workout."

Mike jumped from the side of Doug's bed.  "Me too.  I have a client to
punish, that is if Red hasn't gotten hold of him and put him through the
paces."

Doug waved as the three visitors left him alone.  He looked under the
sheets.  "Well, it's just you and me buddy, hmmm."

Dave locked the door of the natural food and supplements store and jumped
the bus to the gym.  Bob was putting in some overtime on Eric's development
and wouldn't tell Dave why he needed the money.  Dave was going to have to
get through his gym routine alone.  He wouldn't mind so much if Mrs. Glover
hadn't gotten sick and left him to run the store by himself for nearly two
weeks.  He thought about the kindly old woman and smiled.  As he walked in
to the gym, a whipped cream covered Red ran across the lobby and up the
steps.  Dell and Richard stood at the bottom of the steps and taunted Red.
He handed his membership card to the girl behind the desk, smiled and said
he didn't want to know.  He changed in the crowded locker room and joined a
gang of his new buddies in the free weight room.

At eighteen, Dave was no slouch in the muscle department.  His induction
into the musclebear crowd gave him incentive to work harder.  The hard work
and his creative supplementation were paying off in nice muscular gains.
He felt at ease working out with his crazy pals but struggled to control
his massive dick.  The guys all teased and pushed each other's limits in a
good-natured way.  Many of the Dog Pound members new the group was gay and
didn't care.  Their dedication to working out and lifting brought in more
members, straight and gay, and provided lots of inspiration.  The only ones
missing from the gang today were Eric, Tom and Doug.  Even Doc Pratt and
Dan had made it in to workout in the mass confusion.  They were all too
busy sweating and lifting to pay much attention to the two huge muscleheadz
snarling in the corner.  Richard, however, watched cautiously through the
glass at the front desk.

The two guys were part of a crew of construction workers who had come into
town to help with a new office building down the street.  They bought
three-month passes and even though they worked out hard, they were sorely
lacking in social graces.  Watching the camaraderie with its gay undertones
among the large group of men, seemed to agitate them.

Slowly, the gang members each finished their respective workouts.  Darrell
and Ron were anxious to get Red home and work at distracting him from his
problems.  Kyle and Mark were meeting up with friends from school for
dinner.  Joe and Vic had made plans with Doc Pratt and Dan.  Marsh and Jack
just wanted to relax from the workload in the office.  Eric's endless faxes
and emails kept them hopping.  Mike was heading back to the hospital to
spend time with Doug.  Sonny was heading back to the office to go over
construction schedules.  Bill, Steve and Dave finished their workouts and
headed to the locker room.

Bill stretched and rubbed his beefy paw over Steve's shaved head.  "How
about some time in the whirlpool to workout some of these kinks?"

"Sure, sounds good.  You want to join us Dave?"

Dave looked at the two huge muscle freaks with their shaved heads and full
goatees.  "Nah, I think I'll hit the steam and sauna. The whirlpool makes
me too horny and Bob won't be home from work for another hour or so. That,
and I don't have my swim trunks and I don't think these would be cool if
they got wet."

Bill and Steve looked at the young man's spandex shorts and the obvious
bulge from his oversized dick and shrugged.  Bill pulled off his shirt and
tossed it into the locker.  "Whirlpool.  Horny. Works for me."

Steve stood naked for a second in front of his locker. "Everything works
for you.  Well, buddy, we'll catch up with ya after a soak.  You guys want
to join us for dinner?"

Dave tilted his head to one side and watched the two naked behemoths.  He
let out a big sigh.  "I can't say.  I don't know exactly when Bob will get
home.  I'm hoping it is in an hour like I said."

"OK, we'll play it by ear.  Come on stubble for brains, let's go soak."

Steve watched the thick muscle butt in the small square cut swimsuit walk
away.  He pulled on his own too small suit and smiled.  "Later, buddy, I
gotta keep my eye on him or heaven only knows where that dick will lead."
Dave slipped the lock back into the hasp and walked to the sauna.  Oddly
enough, it was empty.  He stretched out on the hot wooden bench and
relaxed.  The heat of the room washed over his taunt muscles and he felt
the worries about the shop and Mrs. Glover momentarily slip away.  He felt
his nipples tighten and react to the heat sending a familiar feeling
straight to his cock and balls.  He tried to think of nothing to avoid
getting a hardon but knew his dick was thickening but not hardening.  Bob
often commented on the beauty of Dave's young body and its outsized dick,
especially when it hung thick and bloated but not hard.  It took about 15
minutes for Dave to be in an all out sweat.  He rinsed down quickly in the
open shower between the two rooms and stepped into the steam.

The hot fog of the tiled room swirled over his body as his eyes adjusted to
the steam.  This room was also empty, a situation he found odd for the Dog
Pound.  He picked the farthest corner and lay back to relax in the humid
heaven.  Thoughts of Bob and his muscular furry body brought his dick back
to life.  He felt it stiffening and moving across his thigh.  The vision of
Bob, naked and waiting in bed for him, filled his thoughts.  He didn't
notice the two beefy construction workers walk in and sit down only a few
feet from him.

The smaller of the two men poked his elbow at his buddy and nodded toward
Dave in the corner.  "Well, looky what we have here, the
faggot-in-training.  I'd say from the looks of it he's feeling a bit
frisky, wouldn't you?"  His buddy leered and walked over to Dave's side.

"Hmph, well, dude, looks like you're ready to party.  We're buddies of your
step-daddy's and know all about how you and your faggot friends broke up
his home.  And, that you took up sucking cock with that guy from the
construction company.  Maybe you'd like to show us what you learned?"

Dave sat up and tried to cover his horse cock.  "Uh, look guys.  I don't
know who you are but I don't want any trouble and I don't think you do
either."

"What?  Sucking our dicks is too much trouble for you?  Guess we'll just
have to help ourselves."  The larger man grabbed Dave's full round biceps
and pulled him off the bench.  Dave fell to his knees on the floor.  "See.
It's comes natural enough now don't it?"  The smaller man stepped up and
slapped Dave's face with his soft dick and tried forcing it into Dave's
mouth.  Dave kept his mouth shut as he tried to stand up.

"Guess he needs a bit more encouragement."  Dave didn't see the backhand
coming as it slammed across his face. He fell backwards. The taste of blood
filled his mouth.  He struggled to stand but slipped on the wet tile.
Large callused hands flipped him to his knees as a long fat finger forced
it's way up his ass and the first man's now stiffening dick was forced
between his bloody lips. A muffled scream escaped his lungs but was drowned
out by the jets of steam cycling back on.  He was partly lifted from the
floor as the bigger man rammed his dick up the tight ass.  Dave fought to
keep from choking as the dick in his mouth let go with a stream of hot
piss.  Tears burned his eyes.  He swung his arms to try to punch the man
assaulting his mouth in the nuts but missed.

"Shit, I bet this little fucker used to be a lot tighter. Your old man
fucking you every night, faggot?"  The man slammed against Dave harder as
he raped the struggling teenager.  The two men joked about payback for
Dave's stepfather.  They were beginning to enjoy themselves when the thick
steam in the room swirled as the door opened.  The shadow in the doorway
sniffed the hot, sex-filled air.

Tom Pratt sat in his office and reviewed the three charts on his desk.  His
pager had called him back to the office from the gym on a consult.  He
sipped the caffeine free Diet Coke and rubbed his eyes.  The reports were
short and to the point.  It was clear what had to be done and what had to
happen, even though he had wished it wouldn't be necessary.  He sat at his
desk, his face against his fist.  He was still dressed in his workout
clothes and wished he had taken the time to shower.  Dan walked in carrying
two more cans of soda.  He took one look at Tom and sat down quietly in the
chair.

"You want me to go out and get you a sandwich?  You look like you'll be
here a while."

"Maybe not.  I can only deal with one of these things immediately if I have
to."

"Should I call Joe and Vic about pushing back dinner a bit?"

"No, better cancel for me, but you can go."

Dan walked around behind the husky muscular doctor and let his hands
explore the thick chest.  He brought them back up to the wide shoulders and
massaged the tense muscles.  "Hmm, this isn't a good sign, really knotted."
The doctor took a deep sigh and leaned backed against his humpy lover.

"They brought Mrs. Glover in an hour or so ago.  She owns the store where
Dave works.  She's in bad shape, massive heart attack; I don't think she's
going to make it.  They're working on her in the coronary care unit.  I
need to get down there but would really just be in the way, not my
specialty."

"Do you have to call relatives?"

'There aren't any that she wants called in an emergency, the only person
she lists is Davey.  That's a lot for an 18 year old to handle."

"He was still at the gym when we left."

"Yeah, I'm going to call there.  These other things are not emergencies
tonight but things that will make tomorrow a downer.  Damn, I hate this
side of being a doctor, all these sick people.  Shit."

"But you get to make them better."

"Sometimes.  Why don't you go ahead to dinner with the guys, I'll grab
something here."  The two men kiss and hug as the doctor gets up to head to
CCU.  A chart drops to the floor and Dan picks it up but not without
noticing the name.  Their eyes meet and he sees the sadness in the kind
doctor's.

"Don't say anything.  I need to talk with him tonight too and schedule an
appointment."  Tom nods his head.

"The other chart isn't?"  He gestures toward the hallway.  Tom nods
again. "Oh fuck."  He wraps his arms around the beefy medical man and hugs
tightly.  "I'm not real hungry now.  I think I'll just go home and relax.
A night away from the restaurant will do me good."  The doctor's pager goes
off and Tom takes a deep breath and blows it out.

"Mrs. Glover, I have to go.  Don't say anything OK?"  The two men kiss
again as Dan watched the doc sprint down the hallway in his T-shirt and
shorts.  The coronary care staff tells him she's gone.  Tom hands the
resident her chart and walks into the nurse's station to call the Dog
Pound.  The phone rings twice and Tom recognizes Richard's smooth baritone
voice.  "Hi Richard, this is Tom Pratt.  Hey, is Davey still there by any
chance? What?  Oh fuck, now what?  He's where, OK.  What about...you're
kidding?  Is Vic there?  I don't believe this.  Is there a full moon? No, I
have the number; I'll call there.  Sorry to bother you."  He looks over the
emergency room doctor's shoulder and copies down a phone number.  "I'll
make this call from my office."

Bob walked into his house and found Dave sitting in the TV room with an ice
pack on his mouth.  He showed Bob the swollen split lip and a bruised eye.
"What happened Davey, are you OK?  Was there a car accident?"

"Uh, he was jumped at the gym by two of his step dad's cronies?" Bob spun
around to see Bill and Steve coming from the kitchen wearing only shorts.
They shared the story with Bob who knelt next to Dave and rubbed the young
man's thigh.  "But I don't think they'll be bothering him again, we, uh,
sorta saw to that."

Bob's eyes shot open wide. "What did you guys do?"

"Oh, nothing much man, just pulled them apart, we didn't break them or
anything.  Richard called Vic and he took Davey's statement.  Those
jackasses weren't counting on a bunch of gay muscle freaks stepping in to
help."

Dave reached up to rub Bob's chest. "I'm OK Bob, really.  They didn't do
anything, really."

"Hey look, we have to run.  We wanted to make sure Dave got home OK.  Take
care of that lip buddy."  Bob walked them to the front door thanking him as
they went.  "Our pleasure.  He's a good kid.  Look, Bob, they were raping
his ass pretty good when we walked in, you might want to have the doc look
at him.  It might be nothing but better to be safe than sorry."

"Thanks guys.  I appreciate you're helping.  If you're here for a couple
more days, maybe we could do dinner."

"Yeah, we'd like that.  Later."  Bob closed the door and walked back to the
TV room to find Dave talking on the phone, which had rung while he escorted
Bill and Steve to the door.  Tears were rolling down the boy's cheeks.

"I have to go down to the hospital.  That was Tom Pratt.  Mrs. Glover died
and I am listed as the person to contact."  He collapsed into Bob's arms
and sobbed quietly.

Bill and Steve stood next to their truck and looked around the warm night.
Bill flexed his broad chest.  "You hungry?"

"Not really."

"Me neither.  I feel like a bit of whoopass myself. You got the address?"
Steve nodded smugly.  They hopped into the truck and 20 minutes later
pulled into the lot behind the seedy hotel.  They had only walked about 20
feet when a voice from between two trucks startled them.

"What took you so long?"  Vic stood between the two large rigs. He was
stripped to his shoes and socks.  The two massive hunks blinked and froze
in place.  "Now, you boys know you can't get revenge, let the police handle
it.  So, instead of beating their asses into a pulp, why not fuck mine?"
The cop turned away and bent over.  The dim light of the parking lot
revealed his hard muscled bare ass waiting for the two men to take out
their aggression.

The two men looked at each other and smiled.

Tom Pratt clicked the receiver button and dialed the second number. The
voice that answered sounded tired and far away.  "Hey buddy, Pratt here.
We need to talk.  No, not on the phone, in person.  How's tomorrow morning?
Well, I guess we could.  I'm going to be at the hospital awhile if you want
to talk here.  OK, I'll se ya in a bit."

He hung up the phone and flopped back in his office chair.  Tom snorted out
a quick breath and ran his hand through his short hair.  The image looking
back at him from a mirror in the office revealed a tired 40-something man
with heavy five o'clock shadow, short matted salt and pepper hair, an
equally gray stach and goatee all set off on a thick muscular body in a
T-shirt and shorts.  He shook his head at the image and thought.  "If you
weren't having such a fucking bad night, it might just be sexy."

To be continued, comments - suggestions?  		Lennoxbear@aol.com