Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2001 20:05:47 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 19

G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 19	by lennoxbear@aol.com

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.


Richard found Red studying the staff schedule in his office.  The beefy
bodybuilder was shirtless after a workout. The bandage where they had taken
blood was still on his arm and he was idly fingering it.

"I'm about to leave, you have a good night.  Someone call off?"

Red took a deep breath.  "No, I'm trying to figure out if we have coverage
for when I have to do all of these medical appointments.  Don't want to
impose on anyone too much."

"What?  Red, this is your health.  There isn't anyone on staff who wouldn't
go out of their way to cover for you while you go to the doctor's.  You
have to do this don't even think about it.  Schedule what you need to do
and we'll manage."  Red looked up at the handsome older man.  "You forget
what I was before retiring."

Red raised his eyebrows and smiled.  "Oh yeah.  OK, guess maybe it's just
avoidance on my part."  He got up and walked to the window in his office
overlooking the gym equipment.  Richard crossed over and slipped his arm
over the broad shoulders.

"Everything will be all right, but you have to do all the things Tom Pratt
asks you to do.  We'll get by here, really.  Tom's back and can help too.
We want you to be healthy, don't worry about the gym."  The two men hug and
Richard walks toward the door.  "You going to the funeral in the morning?"
Red nodded yes.

"I'll be in for a little while after that."

"OK, we'll see ya tomorrow.  Dell's waiting.  We're all going to invade
Dan's restaurant for dinner.  Probably be there late.  Why don't you stop
by after you close?"  Red just smiled and waved him out the door.  He
continued to watch people workout and idly rolled his nipple between his
fingers.  Only an hour till the gym closed but it felt like it would be an
eternity.

"Richard's right you know?"  Red turned to find Tom standing in the doorway
dressed in jeans and a pullover.  He had worked out with all their buddies
as always and was fresh from showering and horseplay in the showers.  "Your
focus is your health and not this gym.  I'm home and can do whatever needs
to be done.  You need to get through all this testing stuff for Pratt."
Red walked toward his giant friend.

"I'm scared."  Tom enfolded the shorter muscle pup in his arms and kissed
the top of his head.

"I know and we're all pulling and praying for you in our own ways."  The
two friends stood locked in an embrace in the doorway of Red's office.
Bill stopped halfway up the steps, then turned and walked back to the
lobby.  Several of the group was waiting to leave for Dan's Place.

"Let's go guys.  Tom will be along as soon as he can.  He's talking with
Red and I think Red is closing the gym tonight.  I'm hungry, food, I need
food."  The friends jostle each other as they head to their vehicles.

Eric sat alone at a corner table in the small caf^Â on Commercial.  The
restaurant staff, a gaggle of gay men, recognized him and showered him with
service, wondering where the other huge muscle man that usually dined with
him might be.  He smiled warmly and fended off the numerous advances, left
a generous tip and slipped into the crowd walking the narrow Provincetown
street.  Fog had rolled in and created a movie-like scene on the eclectic
thoroughfare.  The shop lights created a hypnotic glow that pulled him into
the crowd.  His watch said 11:00 PM.  He stood on a street corner then
headed to the A-house for a drink.

The crowded second floor bar is a sea of hot men in town for the summer
weekend.  He got a beer from the hot shirtless bartender who cruised him
shamelessly.  Several shirtless men saunter by to get his eye but he only
smiles and pretends not to really notice. A stool against the street window
opened and Eric settled in, stretching his long thick muscular legs in the
tight black jeans.  It's the beginning of another festival in the popular
gay resort and men are winding up to a party high.  He watches as two
nicely built men, both shirtless, kiss and rub their bare chests together.
The two men are totally engrossed in their lustful dance as baskets begin
to bulge and intensity increases.

"Nice floorshow, eh?"  A deep masculine voice next to him leaned in close.

"Great bodies.  They seem to be really into each other."  Eric felt the man
lean closer as he looked to see who was speaking to him.  An attractive
40ish man with chiseled good looks and a gym toned body smiled back.

"You could give them a real show if you took off your shirt.  How big is
that chest and, wow, those arms?"

Eric hesitated not sure if the man was truly asking or just making idle bar
chatter.  The man raised his eyebrows and pointed at Eric's chest again.
"Haven't measured the chest for awhile, it's around 60 and the arms, last
measured were 25."

"WOOF!  Jesus, roids?"

Eric calmly looked at the handsome face.  "No, hard, hard work and
genetics."  The man didn't seem to respond but only leaned closer his arm
brushing against the thick thigh.

"Big party week coming up here, last big fling of the season.  You here for
the week? I'm off to another circuit after this."  Eric moved to lean on
the edge of the stool in an effort to realign himself away from the man.

"I leave in the morning, so my vacation is ending.  Guess I'll miss all the
boys."

"Too bad, this place will be overflowing with partiers. Bet with your body,
you'd be king."  The guy rubbed his chest against Eric's triceps.  Eric
felt the hard muscle push back and an obviously stiff prick pushed against
his thigh.  A hot hand moved over Eric's massive chest.  He could feel the
heat through his cotton T-shirt as it moved across his nipples and down to
his waist.  "Man you are one huge fucker.  Who pays for all of this?"

Eric laughed as the hand found its target.  "I do, don't you work for it?"
The man snorted back then continued his search.  The hot hand closed over
Eric's prize basket.

"Yeah, I work for it.  Fuck, whadya have in there? But I don't have to work
hard for it if you know what I mean."

Eric lets the hot hand massage his thick prick.  "You will tonight."

Darrell stopped Tom on the way out of the restaurant.  "Thanks for bringing
Red over tonight.  He doesn't seem to be on our wavelength right now.  I'm
not sure how to get through."

Tom looked at the handsome black face and deeply concerned eyes.  "He's
scared.  I don't know how much of that he's admitted to you.  And, he's
afraid he's going to lose you guys during all of this if he's really sick."

"What?  That's not going to happen."

"I know that but you need to convince him.  He has a lot on his mind,
especially after the day he had today. You and Ron, go talk with him. Good
night, buddy, see ya in the morning at the funeral."  Tom kissed Darrell
lightly on the lips and ran his hand over the thick tight chest.  "He wants
to feels this against him in support, not just sex."  Tom simply smiled
then turned to leave with Jack and Marsh.

Darrell walked over to where Red was chatting with Dave and Bob.  He
quietly slipped his arms around the short thick bodybuilder and carefully
hugged him.  Red felt a soft kiss on the back of his head and the warm
breath of his lover on his skin as the big man tightened the hug.  Dave
finished with an invitation to Tom's house tomorrow after the funeral as
Bob lightly touched his arm to get him to go.  The two men turned as they
walk toward the door to see Darrell, Ron and Red locked in an embrace,
Red's eyes closed his body trembling.

Vic carefully hung his gun over the chair in the corner of the bedroom and
straightened his uniform in the closet.  The thick beefy cop was particular
about his uniforms and went out of the way to keep them neat and clean.  He
pulled off the snug t-shirt he had worn to dinner that night and tossed it
into the hamper.  His jeans were hung on a hook in the closet.  His aim for
the hamper with his socks was off as they fell to the floor.  As he bent to
pick them up he felt a dull blunt object at his butt.

"Hmm, someone is either playing with my gun, or they are happy to see me."
Large callused hands closed around the cut obliques as the probing moved up
his ass.  "Wow, maybe a little lube.  I'm still a bit sore from that fuck
you gave me this afternoon."

"Huh, is my cop pig lover getting a little soft.  Can't handle rough sex?"
The hands came up to twist Vic's ample swollen nipples.  Vic was pulled
backwards by his tits forcing the blunt object deeper into his guts.  Pain
shot through his body straight to his dick.

"Joe, ungh, did you get, jeez fuck, an extension on that thing.  Oh man,
holy shit it seems bigger than ever."

Joe stopped to ponder his prick now buried deep in his cop lover's muscle
butt. "Nope, same ol' cock, new angle."  He pulled out slightly then rammed
his rigid dick back in to the base.  Vic fell forward into the closet.
"Oops. Sorry."  He knelt to help Vic up, placed his shoulder against the
tight fur-covered abs and hoisted the man over his shoulder.  Vic found
himself on his back, legs in the air on the bed.  Joe dropped down onto the
big man and hit home with a deep passionate kiss.  Vic struggled to get a
grip on the big dick sliding against his butthole and guided it back into
its nest.  "I know what it is.  Every time we get the whole group together
the testosterone high makes someone really horny.  That and the new
supplement stack Tom Pratt recommended.

Vic eyes shot open.  "Pratt stack?  Oh no.  And we're going to be living in
the middle of all that testosterone in a few months.  I'm not sure my ass
can handle that."

"Worried?"  Joe pinned back the big cop's arms as Vic held his knees.
Vic's breathing intensified as Joe began pummeling his butt.

"What if I can't keep you satisfied?"  Vic felt his chest muscles bouncing
with the force of the ass fucking.  Joe kissed his face and lips.

"I don't think we have anything to worry about big boy, you push all my
buttons."  He pulled Vic's arms higher so the cop could get a grip on the
headboard, then he pushed the huge muscular legs further back, braced his
legs out straight and slammed the hard butt for what seemed like an
eternity.  Vic fought to maintain control and not shoot his load.  His
struggling made him clench his butt on Joe's pounding cock. Vic's
tightening his ass only made Joe pound harder.  Sweat dripped from Joe onto
Vic's broad hairy chest and pooled in the deep cleft between the
mountainous pecs.

"OH FUCK, Joe I can't......hold, shit, ungh, gotta let go."  Vic's whole
body jerked as his nuts let loose with a thick ribbon of non-stop cum that
mingles with Joe's sweat between the big pecs.  The intense climax only
clenched the butt more.  Joe pushed back one more time on Vic's legs and
filled his ass with hot manjuice.  Joe's ejaculations lasted a long time
and he was sure the force sent spunk deep into his cop lover's hot body.
He pushed his dick deep inside the hot hole as the last of his cum oozed
from Vic's ass.  "Leg cramp! Leg cramp! Leg cramp!"  Joe slowly pulled away
from Vic as his dick made a loud slurping sound and the hot hole clenched
to keep a grip on the invading monster.  Vic straightened and shook his
tired legs and looked up at Joe's eyes and smiling face.  "What?"

"You're a mess, all covered with sweat and cum.  And look my little buddy
is still hard."  Joe batted at Vic's still erect dick.

"Don't do that. Leg cramp."

"What? This?"  Joe stroked Vic's throbbing dick and sent another jolt of
sexual current through his lover.  Vic's second load shot up and landed
with the other mess in the valley of pecs and abs.  Vic lay on the bed
panting.

He looked over at Joe as the big man flopped down on the bed next to him.
"If this is the way it is going to be when we are living in the middle of
all of our buddies, then I do have some concerns."

"What?  Can't keep up with me."

"Noooooooooo.  My ass can take your hard prick anytime.  Towels.  Sheets.
We'll need more.  Please get me a towel by the way."

Joe got up slowly and smugly turned toward Vic. "Anytime, eh?"  He returned
with a towel draped over his stiff dick.  Vic could only make small
gurgling noises as Joe wiped the thick cum from his chest.

Tom checked his reflection in the bathroom mirror as he brushed his teeth
before bed. It had been a long time since he wasn't shaven.  He had gotten
used to always being smooth and hairless but the soft covering of fur over
his chest, forearms and legs turned him on.  The beard and flattop with the
masses of muscle gave him a big rough musclebear look that he was enjoying.
He quickly finished brushing when he heard the sound of Mike coming up the
stairs.

"How's Doug?"  The handsome personal trainer stopped outside the bathroom
and leaned against the wall.

"Good.  The tests all indicate that they can reduce the clotting around his
spine and there won't be any problem.  They started procedures today.  He's
pretty tired."

"You look pretty tired yourself.  Sorry you missed dinner tonight with the
guys.  They all send their best."

"Thanks.  I am really beat.  Funny thing though, I'm getting rather used to
hospital cafeteria food and Dell has been a sweetheart packing lunches for
me.  I just want Doug home to recover and be with him again."

"Well, maybe it'll be soon now.  I know it's been a long time."

Mike sighed and shook his head slowly.  "I never thought I could miss
anyone this much.  Hug?"  Tom hesitated.  Tom it's not like I haven't seen
you naked, well, at least not this furry."

"Oh, I'm not naked."  He let the bathroom door open to show Mike he was in
his underwear with a rather large protuberance showing.

"Hmmm, you are truly blessed, both you and Eric.  Well, Doug's no slouch
either.  Little man, HUGE dick.  I want a hug anyway."  Tom stepped into
the hall and wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller man.  "I know
that it's probably bad timing, but since Eric's away, and it's been weeks
since I've had the feeling of another man in bed with me, well, can I sleep
with you tonight.  No sex.  I just feel like I need someone to hold onto."

Tom took a deep breath.  "Sure.  I was not looking forward to being alone
tonight myself.  I'm going to bed, come in when you're ready."  Mike went
to brush his teeth and get undressed.  Tom walked back into his bedroom and
thought several minutes before chucking his underwear and climbing naked
into bed.  Mike found him looking over papers in bed.

"Letter?"  He walked across the room, in his underwear and climbed into the
opposite side of the bed.

"No.  I asked Marsh and Jack to arrange for food here tomorrow after
Mrs. Glover's funeral.  They handled everything.  I have to stop by the
hospital to see my grandmother but everyone can come here from the
cemetery."

"That's nice of you. Sorry about your grandmother."

"Thanks, she's holding on but it's time.  All things change with time.
Let's get some sleep."  Tom turned off the light and spooned agsint Mike.

"Uh, Tom, it's not that I don't enjoy it, but does that thing ever relax?"

"It misses Eric."

"Oh. Hmmphhh."  Mike reached back and pulled Tom's hard cock between his
thighs as the two men drifted off to sleep.

Kyle hugged his mother goodnight in the hospital room.  He looked at his
father and over at his grandmother resting in her hospital bed.  "I know
this wasn't the best timing to announce my move to San Francisco but....."

"Oh honey, it's time.  We always knew this day would come when one of our
boys would leave town.  It happens.  Things'll be fine.  With this email
thing we can keep in touch all the time.  And, since your father and I will
be selling the house and moving into the apartment thing to work for Eric,
well, we'll have a budget for airfare to come and see you often."  His
father stood behind them waving his hands and mouthing, no we won't.  "As
long as you and Mark love each other, everything will work out."

"Thanks mom."

"You and Tom have done so much for us, but you need to lead your own lives.
It'll be exciting.  San Francisco is a wonderful city.  But it can be cold
and drizzly, so dress warmly dear."

"Yes, mom.  I'm going to take off.  I'll call you in the morning before I
go to the funeral for Mrs. Glover."

He walked from the room as his father followed him to the elevator. "You
know, your grandmother lead a pretty interesting life and kept journals
that you and Eric ought to read someday.  She also knew this day was coming
so she had set up a trust fund for you."

"I didn't know that."

"Well, she swore us to secrecy.  It'll be coming time for you to get that
fund in a couple of months.  We need to make arrangements before you leave.
Kyle, do you truly love Mark?"

"Yes dad and he loves me."

"And so do we, that's what's important.  But if something happens, you can
always come home."

"Thanks, dad."  The two men hug tightly as the elevator door opened.

Tom woke to the sound of the shower running.  He looked through the door
and saw the classically muscled body of Mike in the large glass block and
glass shower.  He watched the beautifully shaped arms as they shampooed the
tight blond hair into sudsy deluge.  God, he had to pee.  Tom carefully
walked into the bathroom to keep from disturbing Mike knowing that the man
would not have a good view of him behind the glass block as he peed.
Relieving himself didn't relieve the morning hard.  He stared at the large
monster bouncing menacingly in front of him and thought about Eric.

"You going to put that to use or just stare at it, granted it is
beautiful?"  Mike stood a couple of feet away covered in soap.

"Sorry, I had to go and it misses Eric."

"And I miss Doug."  Mike took a step closer and pulled Tom into the shower.
He soaped the massive chest, sudsing all the new soft fur down to the now
even more rigid dick.  "You can say no, but I really want you to fuck me.
I know it's probably not a good idea but I miss Doug and haven't had decent
sex in three weeks, more.  Please Tom."  Mike kissed the tall somewhat
bewildered man and ran soap over the broad back and rock hard ass.  He
started to protest when Mike's soapy hands slid over his cock.  Mike turned
to face the shower spray and bent forward to offer his butt to Tom.  Water
and soap cascaded over the beautifully shaped lean back and butt.  He put
his hands on the tight waist and pushed.  Mike let out a long slow breath
and pushed back until Tom's long dick was buried completely.  The two men
fucked under the water and soap.  Tom felt his big low hangers pull up as
he pulled back and let thick ropes of cum wash over the hot butt.  Mike's
hand worked furiously over his own dick.  He let out a loud scream and
covered the shower wall with white-hot spunk.

"Good grief Mike, it has been a long time."

Mike leaned back against Tom then pulled him back under the spray and
finished washing their muscles.  The two men quietly toweled dry.  "I'm
sorry Tom, but being with you last night made me painfully horny.  I
remembered the story of how you and Eric first had sex in the shower and
couldn't resist."

"I'm not upset.  I didn't say no did I?"

"It isn't going to be a problem with Eric is it?  I can't be dishonest with
Doug.  You're the first man beside Doug with whom I have had sex since we
met.  That's pretty much the reverse for me."

"No problem, Eric doesn't mind.  He would mind if I went out and had sex
with hordes of unknown men, but I don't need to do that.  Believe me, we
keep each other satisfied."  He kissed Mike.  "How about some coffee and
breakfast before you run off to the gym.  Are you going to make it to the
funeral?"

"Don't know, I've been juggling my training clients with Doug in the
hospital and need to work with a couple of people this morning.  Sorry to
have gotten you up so early, uh, no pun intended, no, actually I did enjoy
that."

Tom's face went red.  "Truth is, Eric and I are up early every morning.  He
fucks the hell out of me before we go to work.  Gets my heart started real
good."  Mike stood quietly with his hands out to the sides as the crotch of
his workout shorts pushed out.

"Don't say anymore, I have to go to work and I'll have a hardon all day
thinking about you two, shit."  Mike pulled on a large over sized T-shirt
to cover his bulging crotch.  Tom walked by in gym shorts and groped the
obscene bulge as he headed to the kitchen.  "Oh, thanks a lot."  Mike
followed Tom to the kitchen and helped whip up a high protein breakfast as
Tom made coffee.

They heard voices coming from the deck out back and looked out to see Bill
and Steve, who were staying in the garage apartment, lounging in the hot
tub with their coffee.  Tom and Mike walked out with their breakfast and
coffee.  Bill turned to hang over the side of the tub.

"Good morning boys.  I must say you two are looking chipper.  Tom, mm-mm,
the furry look does you justice, WOOF.  And Mikey, that t-shirt isn't going
to hide that you're a morning person."

Steve took a long sip from his coffee.  "Especially since we heard that
loud scream about 15 minutes ago, have fun?"  Mike looked terrified.  "Bill
didn't really hear much of it, he was underwater at the time."  Tom sat and
dangled his feet in the tub as he ate.  Mike ate quickly with a red face
the whole time.  He took his plate and cup into the kitchen then came back
to say goodbye before leaving for work.  Steve hung over the tub's edge and
groped Mike's dick.  "We're teasing buddy."

Mike bounced his head form side to side.  "I know.....I ....just
.....didn't realize....I was that loud."  Tom kept eating.

"It's the tile and glass in the bathroom, it seems to magnify things."  The
three men look at him questioningly.  "Uh, we think so anyway."

"Well, gotta run to the Pound, have clients, must train.  I hope to get to
the funeral, if not I'll see you guys this afternoon or evening, have to
visit Doug too."  Mike grabbed his bag and headed to his car.

Tom got up to get the coffee pot from a table at the door.  When he turned
around Steve was standing up in the tub holding out his cup, hardon
swinging in the morning sun.  Tom poured them both coffee and sat back on
the tub's edge.  Bill came over to run his hand up the thick diamond shaped
calf and up to the inside of Tom's right thigh.  Try as he did, Tom's dick
appeared under the edge of his shorts.

Bill smiled evilly.  "You devil you, coming back for more?"

Mrs. Glover's funeral was a simple yet well attended affair.  She had made
many friends over the years that came to pay their respects. The small
chapel was quite crowded.  She had also left explicit instructions on how
she wanted her funeral to be conducted, and while not on the scale of
Imitation of Life, it was quite elegant.  The few family members she did
have were in attendance but most of them avoided Dave.  The only ones who
spoke with him were those who had remained her true family until the end.
She was a shrewd businesswoman despite her modest life and remembered those
supportive family members in her will.  The will wasn't to be read until
Monday but word was out and the relatives who felt they were more deserving
glared at Dave.  Tom rose to the occasion and cordially invited them all to
his home after the funeral for a reception.  Those who were close to her
came.  Those who felt shafted didn't.

The caterers were finished with all the clean up by 6:00 PM when the last
guest left.  Mike had left to go back to the hospital and visit Doug.  Kyle
and Mark were off to plan their big San Francisco adventure and visit Tom
and Kyle's grandmother.  The gang had agreed to dinner at Dan's restaurant
and was all leaving to change and relax.  Tom flopped down on the sofa in
the den and relaxed.  Marsh and Jack paid the caterers and saw them off.
They joined Bill and Steve in cornering Tom in the den.

Tom had kicked off his shoes and was stretched out on the sofa, shirt
unbuttoned and pecs exposed.  Bill walked over, reached under the shirt and
tweaked a nipple.  Tom quietly moaned.

"I'm bushed.  This has been a long day."

Marsh poured everyone a drink.  "Yes it has.  Are you going to join the
rest of us for dinner?"

Tom with his arm over his eyes shrugged.  "I don't know, I may just stay in
and relax."  The four men looked at their buddy prone on the sofa.

Bill sat in the overstuffed chair closest to Tom.  "OK, but first, what
exactly happened between you and Eric?"

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