Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 10:34:18 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 37

G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 37 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.


Eric placed the phone back in the cradle and sighed deeply.  The sun was
just beginning to peek in through the window blinds as he stretched his
long frame in the somewhat uncomfortable hospital bed.  The big, heavily
muscled arms stretched above him only to momentarily tangle his hands in
the call button cord.

"Bad news? Smooth move bucco."  Dr. Pratt stood in the doorway with Eric's
chart.  "Do you mind if I turn on the lights?"

"No, go right ahead, I'm wide awake, used to being up very early and it
wasn't bad news.  Just Tom checking up on me and letting me know what's
going on with his business trip to Chicago."

"I thought he called late last night?"  Pratt moved through his routine of
checking all of Eric's vital signs trying to ignore the large lump under
the thin sheet.  "Hmm, I can see you're used to being up early."

"He did call after he panicked when he ran into the guy in the bar last
night whom he wants to hire for the administrator's position.  I mean,
after all, Sonny referred the guy.  We should have guessed there was a good
chance that he'd be gay."

Tom Pratt moved Eric's head back and forth and looked into his eyes.  "He
panicked about fucking around with the guy? Do you mind if he does?"

Eric chuckled.  "Well, we're both horny as hell and trying to hold out for
the other.  I guess he was afraid he might give in to this guy and let him
fuck him. I mind and I don't at the same time.  I like it more if we play
together.  Monogamy is a strange beast."

"You know Tom better than that.  It must be a small dick."

Eric tilted his head.  "Not from what he's said so far.  Oh, I get it. Hey,
my head feels pretty good this morning. Can I go home?  I promise to
behave.  I don't have much more than a dull ache today. Really."

Pratt frowned and shot him a disbelieving look. "That's nice, but no.  You
don't go home until the pain completely subsides and I'm sure you won't go
catapulting back into high gear.  Marsh and Jack told me they have
everything under control.  The scans don't show any clots or abnormalities
but we aren't taking a chance are we?  Besides, I want to run a couple of
additional tests.  You aren't getting any younger you know."

Eric crossed his arms over his chest.  "No doctor.  You're no fun. And no,
WE're not getting any younger. Bitch."

"That's right, slut.  When it comes to the health of one of my best
friends, I ain't nooooo fun.  Don't go whacking that oversized tube steak
either, behave yourself. Besides, it's only been a couple of days for
heaven's sake."  He peeks under the sheet and groans.

"Forced to rest, how weird.  Guess I'll read.  And thanks for letting Red
bring a regular t-shirt and shorts for me.  Those hospital gowns don't cut
it."

"If you weren't 6'5" with a dick that hung below the bottom of the gown, it
would be just fine. And don't think about Tom. You'll only make yourself
hornier. Good grief, it's still growing."

"You're the one who mentioned Tom."  The doctor shook his head as he
exited.

Eric lay back and slowly stroked his thickening cock.  "6:30 AM.  Mustn't
think of Tom, think of Martha Stewart." He looked down.  "That worked."

Rick woke up wedged between Dave and Bob.  He quietly looked around the
room and thought about what had happened the night before.  He had spent
most of the night on his knees or back with one cock deep in his ass and
the other fucking his throat.  The thought of the two men working over his
furry muscular body only made him want it again.  His position in bed
permitted him to stroke both men's dicks.  Both men were soon stirring and
hard.

Bob rolled onto his back, hard dick flopping across his stomach.  "Good
morning.  Are you trying to tell us you want to pick up where we left off?"
Dave continued to snore.  Rick straddled the man's fat cock and skewered
himself.  "Uh, Rick, I'm not wearing a condom."

"That's OK, right now I just want the fat thing up my ass.  I want to wait
until Dave is awake before you both fuck me senseless again.  Wow, that's
thing's really fat in the morning.  Mine always is too."  Bob squeezed the
man's thick prick.

Dave stirred and blinked his eyes.  "I thought I was supposed to be the
horny teenager?  Man, you're fucking unreal."  He carefully stood on the
bed and fed his bloated dick to Rick's eager mouth.  The furry personal
trainer bounced on one dick while sucking on the other.  Bob watched from
below as Dave's thick young cock slammed deep into the man's throat.  The
big balls bounced off the stubbly chin and seemed to swell with even more
juice.  He felt his dick expanding in Rick's hot ass.

"Uh, Rick, ya gotta stop, otherwise, I'll be spewing cum deep into that hot
butt.  Stop.  I'd rather cum on ya than in ya.  Oh shit."  He tensed and
pushed his body downward.  The big cock popped out of the slick butthole
and was soon drenched in thick white sticky cum.  He felt a hot splash on
his chin as Rick's cock let go a round of manjuice.  The beefy trainer
massaged it into the red-furred construction worker's chest and focused his
attention on the prick assaulting his tonsils.

Bob watched as Rick frantically sucked Dave's purple cock.  Dave finally
stopped the slick onslaught and shot another huge load on the heavily
muscled fur-covered chest.  Rick sat back on Bob's thighs and gasped for
breath.

"That by far is the best way to wake up in the morning.  Even better than
fucking my girlfriend."  Bob and Dave exchanged glances as Bob slid off the
bed and headed to the bathroom.

"I need to get ready for work, before you go sex crazy on us again."

"What time is it?"  Rick stood up and stretched his cramped legs.  He
rubbed the sticky cum into his broad chest.

"6:15.  Bob starts at 7:30."  Dave squeezed another drop from his still
hard dick and flopped back on the rumpled bed.  "So what are you going to
tell your girlfriend, I mean you didn't go home last night?"

Rick shrugged.  "She doesn't know that.  I have to be at the Dog Pound, I
love that name, at 8:00, and I'll call her from there.  Otherwise, she'll
never know I was over here fucking my brains out with two men."

"Don't you think that's a bit risky?"

"Well, she doesn't seem to be real big on sex all the time and right now,
I'm a horny bastard.  And as much as I want kids, she doesn't.  Plus, I
seem to like a dick up my ass more than she likes it up her, well.  This
isn't making sense is it?  Oh, and let's not even bring up blow jobs."

Dave's eyes widened and he shook his head.  "Uh, I wasn't. Sense? No, not
to me, but I'm a bit new to all this too.  Except that, I don't have any
desire for a woman.  So I can't help you there.  As for a family, I uh,
don't think I am the father type and well...."

"You could always adopt."  Bob walked from the bathroom as he dried himself
from his shower.  "Whatever you decide Rick, adoption is always an option.
But sooner or later, unless you find a woman who is really open or into
your having sex with men, you can't, make that shouldn't, go sneaking
around behind her back.  At least, that's my opinion for what it's worth.
You're lying to both of you."  The man looked at Rick's confused face and
sighed.  "While I enjoy the sex part, heaven knows you're one hot guy, I
don't want anyone to get hurt, including you stud.  I think my dick is
permanently swollen. And, I don't sneak around behind Davey's back."

Rick stood in the middle of the room.  "I gotta make some choices here
soon."

Dave got up and slid his arm around the thick shoulders.  "Yeah, ya do, in
the meantime, let's shower."  Dave slapped Rick's beefy butt and waved his
fat thick meat at the bathroom door.

Marsh stared at the coffee pot and yawned.  Jack slipped some scrambled
eggs onto a plate for him and chuckled.  "You are truly a coffee mess.  Why
don't you just put your head in there?"

"Won't fit, I tried.  Damn, this pot is slow."  He leaned on the kitchen
counter and concentrated on the gurgling coffee pot.  He stretched his lean
athletic body at Jack and wiggled his butt.

Jack groaned.  "There is such a thing as instant coffee."

"Bite your tongue.  Do you realize Christmas is in a couple of weeks?  Eric
and Tom are in their new house.  There will be one house a month finishing
for the next, oh what, year?  The other gym opens in a month, the apartment
building opens in February, why did they target Valentine's day anyway, the
assisted living thingie doodle or whatever it is will be operational in
May, Tom and Eric will probably second interview and hire this stud Tom's
found for the beginning of the month, make it stop."

Jack ate a forkful of eggs and put peanut butter on a bagel.  "You know a
few years ago we took jobs with a nice small gay-owned company?  Where and
when did it get out of control?"

Marsh finally poured himself a cup of coffee and let out a quick breath.
"It seemed to start when David died and Eric became obsessed with growing
the business as a replacement for someone in his life.  Then Tom came along
and he found a partner in both life and business.  Things have been going
at high speed ever since."  He ran a now warm hand from the coffee cup over
an obviously well abused nip.

Jack motioned for Marsh to share the coffee.  "Well, that leaves us with
one choice."

"Vacation in Key West in January?"

"Split up Tom and Eric."

"Yeah right.  I ain't even gonna think how bloody that would be.  Those two
are so in love and hot for each other it's, it's, it's, you horny?"

"Yeah, and we just have time."  Marsh gulped down his eggs for energy.
"You think this head injury will slow Eric down?"

"Oh yeah."  He pulled Jack's shorts down in the hallway.  "For about a
week.  Yeah daddy, fuck me."

Tom stood in front of the apartment building and shook out his pumped legs.
He was so in tune to getting up early to workout with Eric that he couldn't
sleep.  Running through the empty streets of Chicago seemed like a good
alternative.  Especially after he had talked with Eric and couldn't get his
mind off of sex.  The brief thought again of Eric in the hospital gown gave
a rise to his dick.  He adjusted the slab of meat in his sweat pants and
bent over double to stretch.

"Words fail me."  Tom quickly stood up to see Ducky standing at the top of
the apartment building steps.  "That is one hot butt.  Which I realize is
the totally wrong thing to say to the guy I hope will be offering me a job
in the next couple of days.  Sorry, Tom."

Tom smiled and leaned against the railing.  "Thanks for the compliment.
You're up and out early."  He tossed a leg up on the railing and stretched.

The big man stretched in his open leather jacket and revealed a snug shirt
and tie.  The cold morning air made the stiff nips standout under the
starched material. "Yeah, have lots of paperwork to do today.  Always
do. Hey, I sorta spooked you in the bar last night.  But you don't know how
much I would love to lick those tits, not to be blunt and out of place
again.  Guess I should have walked the other way in the bar."

"No, Eric and I are open about our sexuality to all our employees and to
anyone with whom we do business.  We don't hide that we are gay. Yeah, I
was a bit spooked but not because you're gay.  This whole thing with Eric
in the hospital and being apart well, I'm wound a bit tight.  I was afraid
if I stood there and talked with you I'd do something stupid."

"Like what?  For heaven sake, I was standing shirtless in front of you with
my dick practically poking you in the leg."

"It was poking me in the leg.  I well, contrary to most gay men, don't play
around without Eric or his permission."  Tom tried not to stare at the big
round hard muscle butt as Michael turned to look toward the bus stop.  It
was beautifully outlined in the form fitting dress slacks.

"That's cool.  Besides, is it still playing around if you fuck me and
that's all that happens?"

"You're a bottom?"

"I'm versatile.  Makes me better suited for this job too.  Although, I do
prefer bottom."  The big smiling man turned and wiggled his beefy butt.
Tom found himself laughing at the silly jokes.  "Look, Tom, I really do
want this job and on top of that, I want us to be friends.  Based on
everything Sonny has told me, you and Eric are quality men for whom to work
and damn good people.  I don't want to screw this up.  Oooo, bad pun."

Tom looked in to the big man's eyes.  "You're making it worse."

"So, now that we have all this awkward shit on the table, you want to
workout this afternoon?  I should be out of the office by 3 and we can be
at the gym by 4."

"Yeah great, I should have all the stuff I need to do finished in plenty of
time.  I'll be ready.  I gotta get inside; the cold air is giving me leg
cramps.  Let's plan on a quick full body workout.  See ya at four."  He
waved as Ducky headed down the street.  He bit his lip at the thought of
that magnificent butt being a bottom.  And wondered is that was what Eric
thought about his butt.

Tom hurried back into Bill and Steve's apartment and set his stiff prick
free from his sweats.  The supplements had once again sent his sex drive
into overdrive.  The workout with Ducky would be a real test.  He took a
long hot shower and slowly stroked his dick.  It didn't go down.  He
slipped a soapy finger into his butthole and groaned.  There were two
messages waiting for him when he finished showering.  He recognized the gym
number and called back.  Red answered the phone.  "Hey horndog, how's it
going?  Darrell and Ron wear you out yet?".

"Yeah right, more like I wear them out.  Hey, I have some interviews lined
up for Friday morning, you still going to be back?  I think we should get
staff hired even though moving Mike to Richard's job is a pretty safe bet."

"Sure, schedule everything but leave time open after one.  I need to see if
Eric will be OK to do this interview with our job prospect.  You'll like
this guy.  Like Darrell only bigger."  Silence.  "Red?  You there?"

"Uh yeah, I was picturing a bigger version of Darrell bending me in half."

"And he'd do it too."  Tom heard rustling as Red breathed deeply.  "So is
Tim interested in Dell's job?  Red?  You aren't jacking off are you?"

"Not yet.  See what you do to me, damn you.  Now I'm going to have a stiff
prick all day.  And yes, Tim is interested in either this job or the new
gym.  Are you behaving yourself?"

"Oh yeah, but it ain't easy and I am so fucking horny.  I gotta get Eric
out of that hospital quickly.  Maybe I should call Tom Pratt and bribe
him."

"Uh, that won't work.  The man wouldn't do anything to hurt a patient.
Hey, gotta run, promised Dell he could teach me the inventory system."

"Oh jees, math and Red.  OK, I'll see you Friday morning.  I have a message
to call Eric.  I talked with him earlier, he must miss me."

"Well, there is always phone sex.  Bye."  Tom frowned at the dead phone as
he dialed Eric's hospital room.  The phone just rang.  He shrugged his
shoulders and hung up.  The jeans he chose slipped over the thick cut
thighs like a second skin and showed off the big cock and balls.  He chose
a simple black T-shirt, flannel shirt under his leather jacket and set off
on his day of errands.  His heavy boots echoed on the bustling
neighbourhood streets.

Eric sat across from Dr. Pratt in the corner of his hospital room and
scanned the latest test results.  "Are you sure?"

"We can do a couple more checks to be sure but these are pretty
conclusive."

"Shit.  I come in with a bullet wound and head injury and now this.  Damn."

Tom spent the morning tracking down the items on Marsh and Jack's to do
list for the assisted living complex.  As usual, they were completely
thorough and he soon accomplished everything he needed.  He stopped for
lunch at 1:00 and called Eric's room and cell phone number again, still no
answer.  He made a quick call to Marsh who assured him they had talked with
Eric twice that morning and everything was fine.  Tom lingered over his
lunch salad, did some personal shopping for himself and Eric, and then
sauntered back to the apartment.  Another message from Eric was
waiting. And one from Tom Pratt.

"Hey Tommy, how ya doing?  Pratt's driving me crazy with more tests.  Worse
than a grandmother.  He almost caught me whacking off.  Sorry, Tom I had
to.  I was too horny and there wasn't anyone here who comes close to being
a substitute for you.  Although the one orderly who helped me to the shower
did everything he could to cop a feel.  Cute butt but I didn't fuck him.
And why do I need help in the shower anyway?  Call me later tonight.  Go
out and get your rocks off buddy, love ya."

Tom ran his hand over his hard nips under the soft cotton T.  A package had
arrived for Bill and Steve.  Another porn video no doubt. He opened the box
and looked at the leather clad men on the box, mmmmmmm.  It went on the
bookcase with the others as he stopped to read the titles.  His dick
responded.  The call to Tom Pratt would have to wait, after all Eric was
fine.

There was a knock on the door at 3:45.  "Hey Tom, you ready for the gym?  I
got home early."  Ducky pushed open the unlocked door and walked into the
dimly lit apartment.  He heard the bolt click behind him.  Tom's hot hand
groped the big man's basket.

"You ready for the skills assessment part of the interview process?"  Ducky
pulled back and waved him off.

"NO.  Workout good.  Fucking around with potential boss bad.  Let's hit the
gym."

Tom chuckled and sighed.  "OK."  The big black man eyed him skeptically.

"You're up to something."  He handed Tom his coat and the two headed out
the door to the gym.  Two hours of grunting through some heavy duty iron
maneuvers had them both walking across the gym on wobbly but super pumped
legs.  Chests looked pretty primed too.  Tom couldn't help but notice the
roundness of the beefy butt and the big bulge of the basket.  Michael
seemed totally oblivious to the effect he had on the room with his size and
musculature.

Tom emptied his water bottle for the third time.  "I don't know about you
but I'm at the puke stage.  It's great to workout with another guy who does
heavy workouts."

"Yeah, I'm trying to avoid being a martini, plus a lot of black dudes have
thin legs.  I think I'm blessed genetically so I push my legs a bit each
workout.  A supplement to my big leg workout."  He did a quick series of
leg poses and shot the room a big grin.

"Hmm, they're almost as good as mine."

"I'll ignore that only because I want this job.  Almost as good as yours,
yeah right. Anything else you want to do or are you ready to call it
quits?"

"Quits.  Let's head back, get cleaned up and get dinner, any suggestions?"

Ducky stretched his thick upper body and shook his pumped legs again.
"Yeah, how 'bout I call this place I now that does reasonably healthy
pizzas and huge salads and get stuff delivered.  We can eat in and relax,
if that's OK?"

"Sounds good to me.  Not sure I feel like walking far anyway?"  The two
hunks wobbled their way back to the apartment building and agreed on 20
minutes for showers.  Thirty minutes later Ducky was pushing open the door
of Bill and Steve's apartment, freshly showered, dressed in Baggies and a
loose sweatshirt and carrying chicken pizzas and a major salad.  He found
Tom dressed only in jeans hanging up the phone in the kitchen.

"You OK Tom?  It's a bit nippy in here, no pun intended.  You may want to
grab a shirt before I clamp by lips around those nips.  What was the call?"

Tom got plates from a cabinet and poured them wine.  "Tom Pratt, our
doctor, called to tell me about this thing he found with Eric.  He decided
to run a bunch of tests while he had him in the hospital and well, he's a
bit concerned about a couple of them.  Seems like something shows up in the
blood work and x-rays or whatever they did that indicates a heart
abnormality.  I mean, Eric looks as healthy as a horse."

"But nothing of immediate concern?"  Tom slowly shook his head no.  The two
men comfortably sat and pigged out on pizza, salad and wine as Ducky
continued to ask probing questions about Pratt's call and Eric's situation.
It sounded like a heart or circulatory situation that could be monitored
and maintained with proper medication.  The kinds of things Eric would and
could easily do.  He kept reassuring Tom that everything the doctor had
said and done was for the best and indicated quality care.  Tom seemed to
quiet more as he loaded the plates into the dishwasher and poured them
another glass of wine, emptying the second bottle.

"Thanks for listening.  If you do this job as well as you ask these
questions, we don't have anything to worry about."  Tom slipped his arms
around the big man's lean waist and hugged him.

"From what you said, this doctor has done a good job at getting to a
potential problem and prescribing a plan of action.  Eric will be fine.
You'll see."  He hugged Tom close.  They stared into each other's eyes and
slowly let their lips meet in a deep kiss.  Tom didn't know if it was the
wine, the need to have sex, or to be close to someone right now, but he
felt himself being drawn into Ducky's thick arms.  The man's tongue filled
his mouth as he sucked it deeply and greedily.  A big, thick hand closed
around the back of his head to hold them locked in the kiss.  Their
breathing was quick and deep.  They remained in a tight embrace after the
kiss broke apart.  "I think I better go."

Tom shook his head no and led the giant black man to the bedroom.  He never
said a word but slipped out of his jeans and sweatshirt and lay back on the
dimly lit bed.  Ducky watched every muscle in Tom's body flex as the
bodybuilder got undressed.  The hugely muscled and perfect man offered his
body for worship.  The beefy black man slowly stripped and stood at the
foot of the bed.  He was a giant from head to toe and while his dick was
not of the same proportions as Eric's, it was formidable and slowly rising.

Tom felt the big man's hands firmly massage his feet, the muscular thumbs
working the tenseness from his arches.  Hot breath and a hot tongue washed
across the bottoms sending sensual jolts of energy through Tom's legs.
Each leg was expertly massaged and kissed.  Every bulging muscle given
attention as the tongue traced the path upwards over the throbbing veins.
Hot hands worked into the tight hamstrings and cupped the mounds of ass
flesh.  Tom looked down past his heaving pex into the big brown haunting
eyes.  They stayed locked as his balls got the attention he wanted.  The
coarse goatee brushed over the increasingly sensitive and still growing
dick.  Spasms shot straight to his nips as hot fingers began to slowly toy
with the erect pierced knobs of flesh.  Ducky worshipped every ab and
oblique muscle working his expert way around the expanse of Tom's flexing
pex.  Hands and fingers worked up the thick lats to the knotted 24-inch
biceps.  Michael knew his way around muscles and made love to each one.
Tom felt like he was floating in another space.

A hot mouth closed over his left nipple.  He felt his nuts swell and cock
twitch.  The thick goatee rubbed against the sensitive flesh.  Hot breath
burned the swelling points. Teeth pulled the tender flesh as Tom dug his
fingers into the bed sheet.  Ducky sucked, bit and twisted each nipple
until Tom begged him to stop.

"You want me to stop?"

"Yes, no.  Take it easy on the nips, you'll make me cum."  Ducky smiled
evilly. Michael spread his thick musculature over the shorter beefy man's
body and kissed the side of Tom's neck, up behind his ear and back to a
full tight deep kiss.  It was all Tom could do to keep from floating away
from the heat of the man's passion.  His tongue probed deep into Tom's
throat while the man's hands continued to torture the overly sensitive
pierced nips.  Tom broke away from the hot kiss, rolled his head to one
side and gasped for breath.  It was as if Eric possessed the big man's body
to work over Tom's.  "Oh mannnnnnn."  Tom crushed his stiff dick against
the thick tool that pushed back.

"You ready?"

Tom nodded slowly.  "Oh fuck yeah, take my ass."

Ducky pushed up and back.  "Not what I had in mind."  He straddled Tom's
waist and reached behind him for a condom and lube.  "Consider this another
part of the interview process."  Tom watched as the man unrolled a shiny
rubber onto his dick, lubed the sheathed shaft and then applied a liberal
amount to his asshole.  Michael rolled backwards, pulling Tom with him as
he went, lifting his legs wide apart to expose the wet target.  "Just be
careful, I don't think I have ever had a dick as big as yours."  Tom
drooled at the sight of the big man bent double waiting to have his ass
fucked.

"Well, then, you'll only be primed for Eric's second interview."  He looked
confused.  "My Dad has the biggest, fattest manmeat I've ever seen."

"Bigger than yours?  Holy shit."  Tom's fist sized cockhead popped into the
beefy ass. "Oh fuck.  Oh fuck. Fuck. Awwwwwmmmmmmmmmmm.  Jesus. Sorry. Oh
gawd there's more. Damn, fuck my ass."

Tom bent the man's legs double and draped them over his shoulders.  The
legs were smooth and hairless, pure muscle cast in sweet ebony skin.  The
smell of fresh soap hung on the man's body mixed with the rising heat of
their own sexual sweat.  The heat of the big man's body enveloped Tom's
rock hard prick.  The slippery hungry ass gave into the humongous rod
pushing inwards.  He wrapped his thick sinewy arms around the wide
shoulders to pull the man to him, pressed their lips tightly together, the
hair of their goatees intertwined and he slowly began to rock the man's hot
ass.  It was Ducky's turn to lose control.  He gave in to Tom's heat. His
arms flailed wildly at his sides as he pounded his fists into the bed.  He
bucked his ass upwards to meet his fucker's thrusts.  He had had a taste of
giant manmeat and wanted more.  Twenty minutes of hard muscle rippling
assfucking had reduced the huge muscle-bound hunk to a needy bottom pig.
He fought for breath until Tom pulled back on the kiss.  The thick mounds
of chest muscle rubbed together with sweat.

"Shit man, I'm gonna shoot and it's going to be forceful and painful."  Tom
pushed the long legs back as far as he could and slammed into the helpless
man.  He had complete control over his job applicant.
"Ohdamndamndamndamnooooooooooooooo."  Tom felt the man's body convulse
under his as hot streams of cum filled the narrow space between them.  The
thick white goo oozed down the sculpted abs.  The ass muscles he had
loosened suddenly tightened in a death grip that sucked Tom into cumming.
The two sweaty hulks lie panting in a wet heap.  Tom pulled back slightly.
"No, don't move.  I want that fucking pole to slowly go soft and pull out
on it's own."

"That could take a few more minutes."

"Oh shit, that's OK."

"Um, you know, you damn near clamped the fucker off at the root.  Do you
always tighten up like that when you cum?"  Michael feigned innocence like
it was the first time he was hearing that.

"So I'm told.  Personally, I've never fucked myself.  Been told to many
times, just haven't figured out the mechanics.  You know, it doesn't bend
easily once it's hard."  A few minutes later Tom's cock plopped free and
Ducky straightened his cramping legs.  "Soooooo, you're telling me that
your lover's dick is bigger?"  Tom nodded.  "Bigger?  And you think he's
going to want to fuck me?"  Tom nodded.  "Ok, so if I don't get the job
will he still fuck me?"

"If you want him to.  Or maybe we'll both fuck your hot black ass."

"I may never walk right again.  But I'll be smiling."  Both men giggled as
Ducky rolled Tom on to his back, slipped the cum-filled rubber from the
bloated cock and slipped a long fat finger into Tom's sweaty ass.  "My
turn."

"All right."  Tom beamed with expectation of the big black cock stiffening.

"Um, no sorry buddy, that just means that this time I'm on top sitting on
it."

Rick felt the cold hand push his head back from his girlfriend's big
breasts.  "Hey, whadya think you're doing?  Gees, Rick, you've never worked
my tits like that before, that's too rough.  How'd you like it if I treated
your nipples that way?"  His eyes suddenly opened wide in lust.  "Oh you're
sick.  Get off me."  She pushed back against his chest momentarily brushing
the tight t-shirt against his raw nipples.  The nipples he had begged Dave
and Bob to work until he shot his load across the room.  She didn't even
let him take off his shirt.  He warmed at the thought that all the men with
whom he played the last few days, wanted him naked and loved his thick
furry pex.  She squeezed his stiff shaft through his tight black jeans.
"You know you're going nowhere with that thing tonight either.  Good grief
Rick, what's gotten into you?  You've been like a total fucking animal in
heat since I got back.  I'm not about to suck you off either, that's
disgusting."  The men he knew would gladly suck his big floppy cock and
oversized cockhead.  "And you're not squirting that thing all over my tits,
no way."  No, he wanted loads of cum splashed all over his.

"Look, honey, we have to talk.  I know sex is not high on your list and
that there are a lot of things you don't like to do, but...."  Her lips
pursed as she pulled her sweater back on.  The big full breasts, naked
under the soft sweater only made him hotter.  "I work in a gym now, all
day, every day.  I'm around hot women and men who are half naked all the
time.  Of course, I'm hyped up.  It's exciting.  It's sexually charged."

"So hit on one of the bimbos down there and fuck them."

"I'm not interested in hitting on other women."  That much was true.

"Well, while that's sweet in its own way, I'm not into being a big piece of
ass just cause I have big tits.  If I'd let every guy with a tit fetish
fuck me when I was growing up, I'd have six kids and tits down to my knees
from breast-feeding.  I don't want that.  So you'll have to go home and
whack off.  I have to get up early for work tomorrow anyway."

"We really need to talk about some things."  She just crossed her arms and
waved him off.  He kissed her lightly, pulled his sweatshirt over the T,
threw his motorcycle jacket on and zipped up.  He let her know his dick was
still stiff and ready by standing directly in front as he zipped the
jacket.  It didn't seem to matter.  The walk back to his truck seemed
longer than ever.  It was only 8:30.  He sat in the truck as it warmed up
and thought about what he could do.  He didn't want to impose on Dave and
Bob again as much as he liked them and would love another three way.  He
hadn't even had dinner and was starving.  Maybe a night in his own
apartment would do him some good.  Give him time to think.  The Ford knew
it's way to his favourite pizza shop.  He phoned in an order on his cell
and timed it to arrive a few minutes early to have a beer.

The beer felt great going down as he sat at the bar waiting for his food.
Unfortunately, it didn't calm his still stiff dick.  He was feeling sorry
for himself and way too horny.  A voice from behind snapped him from his
sexual funk.  He glanced down at the shiny uniform boots, then up into the
face of a cop.  "That your Ranger pickup out there?"  Rick turned.  "Oh hey
Rick, sorry bud but you got a flat tire."

It took a second for Rick to remember the name.  "Hi, Vic, isn't it?
You're kidding?  I just got here.  Damn. And I don't have a spare, gotta
get that replaced too."

The bartender overheard the exchange.  "Hey Rick, it's OK, if you parked
where you usually do, just leave it till morning."

Vic waved his hands like 'problem solved.'  "I'm just picking up a pizza
and salad for Joe and myself.  I can drop you somewhere if you'd like?
You'd get to ride in the police cruiser.  Wanna be handcuffed?"  He smiled
a big toothy joking grin.

"Thanks Vic, I'd appreciate that."  He told the bartender he would get his
truck in the morning, paid for his pizza and followed the cop out the door
carrying his pizza to the cruiser.  He placed it on the roof and turned to
face Vic with his hands extended.

"What?"  Vic looked at Rick's arms.

"You asked me if I wanted to be cuffed.  I do."  Vic blinked and looked
confused.  "Cuff me pig.  Take me........home.  You two can do whatever you
want to me, just sorta let me eat something first."  He dropped his hands,
discretely groped the cop's ample crotch and breathed the sweet leather of
the man's jacket.

"You aren't kidding?"  Rick shook his head no.  Vic placed his order on the
front seat.  He grabbed Rick's arms, pulled them behind his back and in one
quick move had the beefy boy cuffed and bent over against the car.  He
searched the eager man.  His gloved hands groped Rick's rock hard prick.
Vic let his own hard tool push against the man's hard body as he helped him
in to the car.  He placed Rick's pizza on the front seat with his and
walked around the car.  Rick could see the outline of a stiff fat prick in
the cop's tight uniform pants.  He slid into the driver's seat and turned
to face his 'prisoner.'  "You do realize that whatever I do to you, I
expect to have done to me later?"

Rick gave him a worried look.  "You're going to do more than fuck me?"

"We'll see."  The big Ford disappeared around the corner into the cold
evening night.

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