Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2002 16:35:48 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: G-Village....Build It, They Will Cum, part 38

G-Village, Build It....They Will Cum, part 38		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
you are offended by such material, 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.


Rick rushed through his apartment.  He had to quickly shower; change
clothes and rush back out to meet the AAA guy at his truck.  Joe had agreed
to run him back over to the pizza place where he had left his pickup the
night before.  The hot water hit his super-sensitive nipples.  He moaned
loudly.  Joe thumbed through a magazine in the living room and smiled as he
listened to the beefy man's sexual tones emanating from the bathroom.  Rick
carefully patted his chest dry with a thick towel and examined them in the
mirror.  There was no way he could hide the raw nubs of flesh from his girl
friend later.  Oh well, he'd just have to keep his shirt on.  He pulled on
a black jock and adjusted the straps around his furry butt.  The shiny
black running pants that were part of the Dog Pound uniform did nothing to
hide his swollen dick and nuts.  And the snug Dog Pound pullover made his
erect nips stand out proudly. Joe studied the hectic man as he rushed
through the apartment.  Rick was definitely a hunk that would turn anyone's
head.  Throw in that he didn't have time to shave his stubbly face and he
was real woof material.  The fact that he and Vic had spent the night
before in a marathon three-way made his own dick stir in his tight work
pants.

The answering machine was blinking an angry red 10 messages but he didn't
have time to check them.  He threw clothes into his gym bag for a workout
later.  "I'll have to check those once I get to the gym, no time now."  He
pulled on his leather jacket as Joe stood up.  Rick averted his eyes from
staring at Joe's protruding basket.  "I appreciate the lift.  Oh, and the
playing around last night too."  The two men kissed as Joe groped the
shorter man's round butt.

Joe tugged on his fat nuts.  "No problem, glad to help.  And last night was
a lot of fun.  Hope we can do it again some time."  Rick glanced at the
obvious hard cock in the taller man's pants.  "Memories of last night, what
can I say."  Joe smiled as they headed out the door.  It only took a couple
of minutes to get to the truck and the AAA guy was already waiting.  Rick
jumped out of Joe's truck and hustled across the parking lot.  The tow
truck driver didn't look happy.

"Hey Sammy. Sorry, to keep you waiting. Can you get me going again?"

"Don't think so, at least not easily.  Someone slashed your other tires."
He pointed to the shiny truck now sitting on four shredded tires.  Rick's
mouth dropped open.  "I can make arrangements to get you carted to a garage
to replace them later if you want.  Rick walked around the truck looking
for other damage but found none.

"Shit.  I've never had trouble here before.  Fuck."  Joe walked up and
shook his head.

"Why don't ya let them handle it?  I can take you to work and I'm sure
someone can give you a ride later to get your truck.  Will your insurance
cover this?"

Rick snorted and unlocked the truck.  "Yeah, maybe, I don't know. It's just
the whole fucking hassle.  Really pisses me off.  Guess I better get a
police report."

"I'll call Vic.  You call your insurance company."

In 20 minutes, Sam, the AAA guy, was hauling Rick's truck in to get four
new tires.  Vic got a quick set of photos and followed Joe and Rick to the
Dog Pound.  Red stood at the front desk with a confused look when all three
men arrived.  Joe explained the situation while Rick stashed his gear.  Vic
hummed loudly while he wrote his report.

Red looked back and forth between Joe and Vic.  "You suck at poker ya
kno'."  Red straightened a pile of contracts and swiped a member's card.
"So, Rick spent last night with you guys, eh?"

Vic looked up from his report.  "What makes you think that?"  Joe stared
blankly.

"Oh puhleeez.  Vic always hums at 120 decibels when you've spent half the
night fucking.  Rick gets a ride in with Joe, you guys don't exactly live
next door to each other and.......you're all sportin' stiffies."  Red looks
around the lobby and gropes the cop's prominent basket.  "Those aren't
socks stuffed in there.  I'm a redhead, not blond, give me credit here."

Joe picked up his gym bag and lunch.  "Well, it's not like it's a big
secret.  Rick's one hot stud and his girlfriend isn't giving him what he
needs.  We crossed paths last night and, well, had a good time.  He's a
confused puppy.  Keep an eye on him.  I gotta get to work.  Later stud
muffin."  He bounced his gym bag off Vic's butt and waved goodbye."

Red studied Vic's smiling face intently.  "OK, guess he's as good at
fucking as he is at getting fucked."  The beefy cop just hummed loudly as
Rick returned to the front desk.

"Here's your copy of the report for your insurance company.  I'll have a
couple of the guys check out the area and see if anyone saw anything.
Later dudes, I better get back on the road."  Rick smiled as Vic swaggered
humming loudly out the door.  Red swiped another member's card and smiled.

Rick looked at him cautiously.  "Is it that obvious?"  Red just rolled his
eyes and laughed.

"Rick, look who you are talking to, I used to hustle to make ends meet in
San Francisco.  I could tell you had hot sex the moment you walked in the
door."

Rick got a look of wide-eyed terror.  "Do you think my girlfriend can
tell?"

"Um, no offense buddy but she's lucky to even know she's having sex when
she's got your dick up her twat. Not the most tuned in person I've met."

"You got that right.  Oh well.  Damned truck.  So how are Darrell and Ron?"

"They're fine and yes, they fucked me senseless last night.  But things
could get interesting tonight."

"Why?"

"Well.  Ron and Darrell had a bet.  Ron was running around this morning
posing all over the apartment.  He hit his 35-pound weight loss goal.
Looking damn good too.  Makes that beer can cock of his much easier to
take....oh, never mind that.  So, the deal was, Darrell didn't think Ron
could do it.  They bet that Ron could plow Darrell's tight black ass for a
week if he did."

"And now Ron wants to collect."

"OHHHHH yeah.  Big time.  Ronnie loves to get fucked but getting to plow
that ass has him hot as hell."

"You're not complaining are you?"  Red shook his head no.

"It'll just make them hornier in the long run, fine by me.  And Darrell
says he's going to get his hair done in rows."

"But he's bald?"

"Well he has a little bit of hair that he shaves everyday, but not enough
to do rows.  We convinced him to go back to the full beard."

"Oh yeah, he looks good that way.  Really hot."

Red squirmed around at the front desk.  "Um, let's change the subject.
When's the rest of the equipment arriving?"

"Monday."

"Good.  I'll be in the office upstairs."

"Make sure you lock your door."

"Care to join me."

Rick shook his head no just as Mike came out of the pro shop.  "No, I'll
watch the desk.  And besides, my ass is raw from last night."

Mike just waved his hands and kept walking toward the free-weight room.
"More information than I needed to know."  Red and Rick giggled as Red ran
up the stairs, closed the door to his office and let his swollen cock free
from his sweats.

Tom leaned against the doorframe and watched quietly as Eric packed his
stuff. With his back to the door, the big man was totally unaware of his
lover's arrival.  Tom studied the movement of the back muscles.  Eric was
shirtless and wearing just a snug pair of black jeans and workboots.  Each
movement sent a ripple through the huge lumps of muscle.  The delts and
traps flexed with each piece of clothing he stuffed into his bag. The
V-taper was almost a flat line of width.  Snug jeans clung to the thick
round muscle butt and accentuated the remarkably tiny waist.  The worn
denim did nothing to hide the cuts of muscle in the thick ass and quads. It
stretched over the massive diamond shaped calves.  Tom felt his nuts stir.
He quietly closed the door.

Eric's head flinched slightly as Tom slid his arms around the tight waist
and ran his cold hands up the abs to the wide pex and fat nipples.  Eric
groaned.  The nipples got bigger.

"Whoa! Your leather jacket is cold, buddy, but it feels so good to have
those arms around me."  He turned to face Tom.  A big meaty hand slid
behind Tom's neck and pulled their lips together.  The big muscleheadz
hungrily sucked each other's tongues.

"Oh for heaven's sakes get a room, but not this one."  Tom Pratt faked a
scowl as he closed the door and walked across the room to kiss Tom.
"You're not supposed to stress him out too much for at least a couple more
days."  He glanced down as Eric pulled on an oversized muscle shirt. The
material hung up momentarily on a fat nip. The protruding basket pulled the
faded jeans way down on the front of Eric's leans abs.  "OK, if your head
isn't pounding with that hardon, I guess you're doing better then I
thought."

"I feel great.  Horny as hell."

Pratt rolled his eyes as he made a note in Eric's chart.  "I still want you
to take it easy until Monday.  No working out and no undo stress."  He
looked pointedly at Tom.  Tom opened his mouth to protest.  "That doesn't
mean he can't have sex, just don't go all out in the playroom.  Try it
vanilla for a couple of days."  Pratt laughed.  "Oh that's funny, like you
to do vanilla.  Ha, I crack myself up."

Eric just smirked.  "Well, I guess if we have to....."

Tom Pratt pursed his lips.  "You have to. I expect you to faithfully take
the prescriptions, watch your diet even closer and well, workout.
Although, that's a given with the two of you. I'll see you both at the
party Saturday night to get a report.  Behave yourself big guy.  You too
Bell, he's your responsibility."  He kissed them both again as he left the
room. "Ha, vanilla."

"Saturday night?"  Tom fondled Eric's basket as the big man finished
packing.

"Don't start anything we can't finish right now."  A now hot hand slid up
under his shirt to squeeze the hard tits again.  "Oh god I missed you.  Dan
is doing a dinner for Richard and Dell as a little separate going away
thing so it doesn't get lost in all the holiday stuff. I told him he could
have it at our place.  Um, we thought a leather dress code would be
appropriate. Or maybe just jocks?"

Tom shrugged.  "OK." He looked at all the stuff in Eric's tiny bag. "How
did you get all this here? And where did it all come from?"

"Nick.  He's stayed over from LA, still.  Been like a mother hen taking
care of me in your absence.  You know, I think we should seriously consider
offering him the manager's job for the B&B.  He seems to like it here and,
well, isn't hard to look at. That's for sure."

"Not a bad idea but is he willing to give up his little side career as an
escort to make ends meet? I don't think there's much call for escorts since
we're a couple hours out of Chicago.  Unless I'm really missing something
in this town."

"Don't know.  We need to talk about that.  I'm ready to go, just need to
sign the papers at the desk." Eric slapped Tom's hands away again.  "Don't
play with the dick, it's damned near completely hard now.  Let's go
home. Stop it." Eric swatted Tom's away from his obnoxious crotch.  They
walked to the nurses' station with Eric carrying his bag across the front
of his body.  Tom watched quietly as he signed the paperwork and walked
slowly to the car.  Much slower than usual.  He tried not to show it but
the leg was probably still bothering him.  The big frame stretched out in
the Lincoln as Tom slid behind the steering wheel. "We have a lot on our
plate right now and we need to make a lot of decisions in the next couple
of weeks."

"I know, but all of that pales in comparison to being sure you remain
healthy. So what does Pratt say you have to do?"

"First off, get this prescription filled."  Tom turned the Lincoln in the
direction of their pharmacy.

"We'll do that and talk about the other stuff....you have hair.  I just
realized that."  Tom looked at the blond fuzz covering Eric's head.

"I've always had hair.  I just choose to shave my head."

"But, you have a full, turn your head this way, head of hair. And it's like
really blond. I always thought you shaved because you were folliclly
challenged.  But you aren't.  And the full beard is hot.  Hmm, not sure I
want you to shave that head right away."

"We'll see."  Eric laid out the whole change of life plan to keep his heart
healthy.  Tom Pratt had to do some real digging to find out both of his
parents had had heart problems.  By the time they left the pharmacy, they
had agreed on the path they would follow.  They were pulling into the
garage when Eric began asking questions about Ducky whom they were
interviewing the next day.

"Later, lets get unpacked and comfortable at home. Where's Nick?"

"Don't know.  He took the truck and said he had some errands to run.  I'm
going to put my stuff away and relax."

Tom walked into the office just off the master suite and sighed at the pile
of mail and paper on the desk waiting for him.  "I see Marsh and Jack have
been here to insure I got my homework assignments."

"Yes, they're very good at making sure things get done.  That's why I hired
them. They keep me on target.  And speaking of targets."  Eric's big arms
wrapped around Tom as he thumbed through the stacks of paper.  Tom looked
down to see bare skin and sock-covered feet.  He melted into the near naked
embrace of his master.  "I realize it's only been a few days but man I
missed you so much.  I can't stand not being with you."  Tom leaned back
against the bigger man.  As much as Tom had grown in the last couple of
years, he still felt dwarfed by Eric.  He closed his eyes and moaned as
Eric slowly unbuttoned his flannel shirt and let it drop to the floor.  Hot
hands ran up over Tom's tight abs and chest coming to rest on the full
round pex and pierced nipples.  Eric ground his stiff pole against his
boy's muscle butt.  He bit and sucked Tom's neck and shoulders as he pushed
tight jeans over thick quads.  Tom groaned louder as Eric's stubbly face
worked into his ass.

"Oh yeah, eat my ass, sir."  Tom bent forward over the desk as Eric's
tongue probed deeply over and over into the sweet hole.  Tom smiled as he
felt cold lube being applied to his needy asshole.

"Hmm, if I didn't know better, I'd say you haven't been fucked in awhile
boy."

"No sir."  Tom wiggled as Eric worked in four fingers.

"Well, Ducky left you tight."

"He didn't fuck me sir.  He's a bottom."

"Oh.  What?  So, you fucked him?  Or he didn't or you wouldn't let him fuck
you?"

"He wouldn't sir.  Said, um, that that part of me belongs to you.  I'm
sorry sir."

"No, I'm proud of you.  Only makes me hotter for you."  Tom grunted as
Eric's fingers slid into place in his asshole.  He tugged downward on Tom's
fat balls with his other hand. "So you only came once?"

"Yes sir."  Tom gasped as Eric's hand popped free.  A greasy fist wrapped
around Tom's stiff prick.

"Get on the bed, face down."  Tom did as he was told.  Eric laid his frame
out over Tom's and pushed his son's arms toward the headboard.  His fingers
wrapped around the wood.  Thick arms closed around the wide lats and
squeezed in a tight hug.  Hot breath spread across the back of his neck and
head as Eric kissed every inch of skin he could.  The monster prick nestled
deep into the crack of the rock hard muscle butt.  Eric licked and kissed
Tom from head to toe.  He nibbled the tight flesh - back, butt, legs and
feet.  Tom's world floated by as his dad took control of his body.  His
master straddled the magnificent butt and deeply massaged the heavily
muscled back.  Tom moaned each time the cock he wanted came close to
skewering him.  The fist-sized cockhead finally settled into place.  Tom
took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as the fat pole slid slowly in, inch
by inch.  The monster pole slowly reclaimed its place deep inside Tom's hot
ass. He pushed his butt higher to accept more of his dad's prize.  Even
more slowly, Eric began to fuck his boy.  Tom nuzzled the thick furry
forearms on either side of his head as the big bed began to rock.  And
rock.  Tom thought he would pass out from the pounding Eric gave his
prostate.  Sweat began to glisten on the bodybuilding duo.  Forty minutes
had passed since Eric began working the whimpering young man.

"Eric, I'm going to cum if you keep hitting that spot."

"Well, we can't have that, not yet. On your back boy."  He raised his body
and withdrew the pole with a loud sucking noise.  Tom carefully flipped
onto his back.  Eric pushed his legs back and placed the tip of his cock
against the red hole.  "You want me to continue?"

"Yes sir, please sir."  The cock slammed home.  "OH FUCK. YEAH.  Slam
me. SHIT. Fuck.  FUCK ME FUCK ME.  FUMUI EOMGO GFMPHMFDDDO."  Eric covered
Tom's mouth with his.  Tom damn near sucked the man's tongue out of his
head.  Eric's ripped biceps bent Tom over double and clutched the man's
back.  Tom helplessly let his arms fall to the side as Eric drove his cock
deeper and harder into the sweating man.  Tom began to whine so loudly that
Eric had to break the kiss. He sat back in order to slather Tom's fuckmeat
with lube.  A few tight strokes were all that were necessary to coax Tom's
load high into the air.  Hot cum splattered onto the heaving chest.  Tom's
convulsing muscles clamped on the big raping dick. Eric filled his boy's
ass with his thick manjuice.  Tom groaned as the thick goo filled his hole.

He gasped for breath as the big dick slid free and Eric flopped on to his
back.  Tom straightened his legs and rolled onto his lover's sweaty body.
"This falls outside of the doc's prescribed routine doesn't it?"

"He said cardio within reason and no playroom antics.  Fucking for an hour
and a half seems reasonable to me. In the bedroom with no toys.  Well, just
one."  He slapped Tom's meaty thigh.  "So it seems perfectly within reason
to me."

"It does to me too."  Tom talked into the big shoulder.  "How's your head?"

"My head's fine.  My legs are a bit crampy and you sucked the life out of
my tongue."  He slapped Tom's bare ass.

"Oh yeah daddy, let's do it again."  Eric lay there quietly.

"I gotta piss first."  Tom rolled off and let Eric pad his way to the big
master bath.  He heard Nick moving around down stairs, got up and yelled
hello from the door down to him.

The big furry man stood at the bottom of the stairs and returned the
greeting.  "You guys aren't fucking like rabbits are you?"  No response.
Just a loud thump.

Rick was working the front desk and learning more about the bookkeeping
procedures when his girlfriend arrived and slammed a plastic bag on the
counter.  He reacted with a confused look that put her immediately over the
edge.  She let out a muffled scream of frustration, mostly muffled.

"That's your stuff from my apartment.  You probably weren't going to tell
me about the whole thing with that cop last night, were you?"  Rick's eyes
got wide.  "Huh, were you? Thought so.  Well, I don't date guys with arrest
records?"

"What? But....." It hit Rick that she was talking about Vic's cuffing him
and putting him into the police cruiser and not about the whole sex thing
with him.  He'd almost blurted out something about his new sex life. "No,
you don't understand. It was all a joke.  Really."  He spoke calmly in an
effort to quiet her mood.

"You call being handcuffed and driven off in a police cruiser a joke.  I
know what I saw."

"No, really. He's a friend and works out here."  Her face only got a deeper
red with anger. Her eyes bulged. "He didn't arrest me, honest.  Let me call
Red down.  He'll tell you that Vic, that's the cop, works out here."  He
reached for the phone but she slapped his hand away.

"Oh you guys all stick together, who're you kidding.  Well, I don't care. I
don't date jailbirds.  Goodbye Rick."  With a flourish she tossed her hair
and stomped out the door.  By that time Red had come running to the front
desk.  Rick was waving other members away from the front desk that had come
out to see what the ruckus was.

Red spun around to survey the lobby.  "What was that all about?  Someone
hurt?  You OK?"  Rick closed his eyes, took a deep breath and sighed.

"I'm so sorry Red.  That was my girlfriend coming in to dump me."  He
pointed to the bag of stuff she had tossed across the desk.  "She has a
flair for the dramatic."

"No shit."  Darrell and Ron walked from the free weight room.  "Her face
was like fire engine red.  Whadya do?"  Rick's face went red as he quietly
explained to the three men about the cop scene with Vic that led to a night
of sex with Joe and Vic.  "Wow, she's fuckin' fumed dude.  You gonna go
after her?"  Red looked at Darrell and then back at Rick.

His face looked very quiet but sad.  "No.  I admit I don't know what I
truly want right now, so maybe it's for the best.  I need time to think and
she needs time to cool off.  If we're meant to be then we'll find a way
back to each other."

Red reluctantly shook his head.  "Yeah, maybe that is for the best.  Well,
at least she hit you at the end of your day here.  You want to join us for
a workout?  Might help clear the cobwebs."

Mike took his place behind the desk.  "Go ahead buddy, I have the desk now.
I'll call ya if she comes back."  He laughed good-naturedly as Rick slowly
smiled.

"Yeah a good sweaty workout with a bunch of muscleheadz is just what I
need."

Darrell slapped his thick round shoulder.  "Great, but first we'll lift
some weight."  Rick gave them a confused look as he headed to his locker to
change.  They watched the beefy butt disappear around the corner.  "Men, I
think he needs our help tonight."

Red looked up skeptically as he tied his workout shoes.  "Why do I not
think that has anything to do with pumping iron?"  Darrell just grinned
evilly and pushed Red and Ron toward the free weight room.

Nick carefully pushed open the bedroom door and peeked in to the large
dimly lit space.  "You guys OK?  I heard a rather loud house shaking
thump."  Eric was on the floor laughing so hard no noise came out.  Tom
looked at him and slowly shook his head.  Nick walked toward the two naked
muscle men.

"I, uh, took a dive for the bed and overshot my trajectory.  The floor
broke my fall."

Tom sighed.  "The man has suddenly developed a knack for falling off
things.  First, the deck, now this."

"You are OK though?"  Nick tried not to stare at the two hot men as they
giggled.

Eric smirked.  "Oh yeah, fuck, I landed on my ass, ain't nothing harder."

"Your head."  Tom ducked as Eric tossed a pillow back at him.

"And besides, Nickie, we wanted to talk to you about staying here as our
live-in manager at the B&B.  We think you'd do a good job but realize you
have a whole life in LA that is drastically different from ours here.  You
open to discussion?"

"Fuck sure."  A big grin spread over the man's furry face.

"Great, help me up."  Eric reached up as Nick put out his hand.  Instead,
Eric slipped his mitt into Nick's waistband, pulled himself up part way and
within seconds had undone the man's belt and slid down the jeans and
underwear.  A surprised Nick drooled as he watched Eric's fuckpole begin to
grow.  "I didn't say we were going to discuss it now."  Nick gasped as Eric
swallowed his stiffening dick.  Tom pushed up the man's sweatshirt and
chowed down on a big furry nipple.  He gave in to the two men and was soon
naked and sandwiched between them.

"Is this one of the perks of working for you?"  Eric shook his head no as
he fed Nick his lover's hard cock.

Tom felt the hot mouth clamp down on his dick and moaned.  "Eric thinks
this should be part of his cardio routine as prescribed by Dr. Pratt. Help
keep his heart healthy and happy."  Nick mumbled back.  "What?"

He dropped the thick tool from his mouth.  "If fucking my ass is part of a
treatment plan, then get moving."

Eric lifted the man to his knees. He pushed Nick's face back down on Tom's
crotch.  "Pushy little therapist.  Hmm rather cheeky."  He slapped the
furry butt.  Nick moaned and tried to stuff Tom's lemon-sized nuts into his
mouth with the dick at the same time.  His moaning grew louder as Eric
forced him to take his whole cock up his ass.  Nick had wrapped his arms
tightly around Tom to keep from screaming and losing his mouth grip on the
tool he was sucking.

Eric plowed the big furry beefy man.  Nick moaned louder as cock filled him
from both ends.  His hands twisted, tugged and pulled on Tom's nips to the
point he thought for sure he had to be over Tom's pain threshold, but the
ripped bodybuilder kept encouraging him.  Eric pumped the beefy butt
harder.  The big pole felt like it would pass right through him.  Tom's
cock slammed the back of his throat. Then, Eric stopped.  Nick took a
second to stop sucking and look back.  Eric just smiled, flipped him on his
back then changed places with Tom.  Nick thought for sure that he would
pass out as Eric's cock filled his throat.  His head hung over the edge of
the bed as the pole snaked its way deeper.  Somehow he managed as Tom
slammed his sore butt.  He became a rag doll being skewered by two immense
pricks.  His arms went limp at his sides as the bigger men used him.  All
he could see were Eric's huge nuts slamming against his upside down face.
He tried to get a grip on the big man's thighs but they were too thick for
him to reach around.  One of them was slowly stroking his purple cock and
tightening their grip.  He felt his nuts churn as Tom reduced what was left
of his prostate to mush.  The need to shoot built until he felt his whole
body convulsing. His hips bucked and his back arched.  His cum sprayed
straight up and splattered down on his abs as he gasped for air.  Tom
pulled away and sent a bucket of cum onto Nick's chest.  Nick whimpered as
Eric pulled his dick free and added a third load to the now cum-soaked man.

"Yeah, that was a really good cardio workout."  Eric flopped across the bed
as Nick fought for air.  His thick muscular body continued to shake.  Tom
tenderly kissed him on his swollen lips.  It was two or three minutes
before Nick could whisper a remark.  His throat dry and sore from two
oversized cocks.  "You OK Nick?"

He croaked dryly.  "Does this replace a formal interview process?"

Tom smiled evilly at Eric.  "Well, I hadn't really thought about a true
interview. Maybe we need to do that, AND this again."

Nick struggled to sit up.  "Um, uh, ya know, I don't think I can take
another fucking like that right away.  I think you could drive your pickup
up my ass."

Eric flexed his thick arm.  "I wasn't thinking of the truck."

Nick's eyes opened widely.  'NO.  I don't think I could handle a fist right
now."

Eric massaged the big man's leg.  "Just teasing you.  I think I need to
rest.  My leg actually hurts a bit."

Nick shook his head hesitantly and stumbled to get up onto his wobbly legs.
"OK, sounds like a good idea.  I'm going to go shower."  He slowly stood up
and straightened his tight legs.  "Cripes, that was like a heavy duty
workout.  What do you guys want to do for dinner tonight?"  His knees
almost gave way.

Tom stretched out on the bed.  "Oh, I have that all planned.  How about
dinner around 7?  You think you'll be hungry by then?"

Nick stood at the doorway looking as if he had had way too much to drink.
He looked at the heavy loads of cum mixed into his chest fur.  "That's
cool, I could eat a horse."  Then he looked at the two muscle freaks on
their bed.  "Just not two more horse cocks.  I, I, uh, think I'll get my
clothes later.  Gotta go hit the bathroom and shower."  He could hear the
two men kissing as he dragged his fucked out body down to his room in the
guest wing.  He picked up the phone and punched in a number.  A few seconds
later an answering machine clicked on.  "Hey guy, this is Nick.  I'll be
back on Sunday but we need to talk. Call me back at Eric's later.  Hope
you're doing well."  He clicked off the phone, dropped it on the bed and
shuffled into the bathroom.  He looked at his reflection in the bathroom
mirror.  His lips were swollen and red from the experience of sucking two
dicks bigger than most men's arms.  His nips looked twice their normal size
from the sucking and twisting.  And his ass was red and warm.  His chest
was wet with manjuice.  Three loads of manjuice.  He looked at his face
again.  "How the hell does Tom deal with that horse cock every day?  Nick,
you look awful.  Like I just entertained 20 men instead of just two."  He
adjusted the shower spray.  Well, those two could be the equivalent of 20.
He tried not to moan too loudly as the hot water burned his tits and his
cock began to stiffen.

Tom and Eric embraced in the surround spray of their shower.  Their lips
were wet with desire for each other as water cascaded over the ripped
muscle.  Tom closed his eyes and moaned as Eric soaped his body and stopped
to suck his nipples in the flowing stream.  "I thought you needed a nap?"

Eric handed him the soap and raised his huge arms.  Tom sucked each pit.
"Mmm, now use the soap.  I do need a nap but I need you more.  Hope we
didn't overdo poor Nick.  He does have a nice butt, and so accommodating."

"Yeah, the sex is great with him, the man is just so sweet to boot, so I'm
glad if he wants to stay and work with us."  Tom kneaded his master's
muscles with hot soapy water.  "I'm going to go down and work on dinner
after this. You can take a nap."  Tom rinsed off and made a move to step
from the huge shower.

"Not so fast muscleboy, where do you think you're going?"  He pulled Tom
back into the steamy spray.

"Ahhh, Ok, another fuck may slow me down with dinner but my ass will be so
happy."

Eric smiled as water rolled over his handsome face still covered with a
week's worth of beard.  "Who said it's your turn again?"  He turned around
slowly and bent forward. "Do you know how long it's been since you fucked
your Dad's ass?"

Nick walked into the kitchen and found Tom dressed in sweats and busily
preparing dinner.  "Mmmmm, something smells good.  I heard Eric snoring
away when I walked past the bedroom.  Did you guys go at it again?
Actually, I now you did.  You need to close the door."  Tom smiled and
poured him a glass of wine.  "Wow, and you can still manage to be on your
feet and make dinner."

Tom placed tomato slices on a big salad.  "It wasn't me this time whose
legs were wobbly."

"Ohhh realllllyyyyy."

"I can only hope Eric is a little less horny tomorrow when Ducky gets here
for his interview.  Otherwise, well, I'll be dragging your furry butt to
bed again to help get him under control."

"Thanks for the warning.  I'll need the night to recover.  So, what is this
heart thing that might slow him down?  Oh, and did you get Red's message
about Rick?"  Tom shook his head no.  "Well, you might want to wait until
later to call anyway.  I wasn't quite sure what Red was talking about but
somehow I think Rick's in for some heavy duty asswork from Red and his
lovers."

Tom turned around and handed Nick a basket of bread.  "Rick's doing a
foursome with them?  What happened to this big night of balancing his life
with his girlfriend."

"Hmm, uhhh, Tommy you were in Chicago too long.  She dropped him in front
of everybody at the gym.  Everybody! Which I guess made Darrell and Ron
even hotter, not to mention Doug and Mike. But they're off doing their own
thing. Now, I'm not sure where things stand with him and Bob and Dave, him
being Rick. But anyway all of that happened before he was arrested by
Vic. Oh, and he said something about Sonny too."

"WHAT?"  Eric stood in the doorway in his baggiest sweatshirt and baggie
pants.  He managed to join Tom in unison on that response.

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