Date: Thu, 2 Nov 2006 19:17:52 -0500
From: Ed Burau <lennoxbear@gmail.com>
Subject: Starting Again Chapter 23

Starting Again Chapter 23				by lennoxbear@gmail.com

Earlier Friday

It was a very busy Friday for a pool maintenance company in early May.
Swede and his two staff were each handling maintenance issues at different
school districts.  Plus, they were doing seasonal checkups on numerous
customers who wanted to get a jump-start on the season in order to be ready
for the Memorial Day weekend.  Swede had a list of potential new customers
waiting for service but would need to find at least a part time employee to
provide just basic cleaning services.  He was exhausted by lunchtime when
he caught up with one of his men for a quick bite.  He squeezed in a couple
of appointments in the afternoon to do maintenance estimates bidding them a
bit higher than usual just in case.  If he did have to hire, he needed to
be able to pay.  Right now, he wasn't so sure he could handle any more
work.

His men called him around four saying they were finished with the big
commitments for the day.  They each took a couple of appointments for
estimates that they felt they could do either on their way home or Saturday
morning.  Swede was elated about the potential growth of his business but
worried about finding someone dependable to hire.

It was five o'clock when he finished an extra appointment.  The second one
he had wanted to do wasn't available until the next day.  It didn't
matter. He decided he had had enough.  Two of his long time buddies called
about doing happy hour.  The matter then became whether or not to run home,
shower and go out or just stop on the way home.  Since they were already on
their way to the bar, he opted to tough it out.  He wasn't any sloppier
than many of the hardworking regulars at the sports bar where they liked to
go on Fridays.  And what's a little manly funk?

They still teased him a bit when he walked in still in his beat-up jeans
and company T-shirt.  Didn't matter.  The shirt did an excellent job of
showing off his thick buff upper body and was good advertising.  And the
jeans did wonders for his ass.  They were on their second beer when one of
them points out a woman a couple of seats away with her eyes on Swede.  She
wore a low cut knit top that did little to cover her massive breasts.

"Man, she is giving you the eye big time.  Look at the tits on her.  Those
can't be real."

Swede shot him a nasty look then smiled.  "You're a bit rude but I
concur. Wonder how much they cost?"  He finished his beer and headed to the
men's room.  She watched closely as he walked by getting full view of his
beefy butt.  On the way back to his stool she leaned back and stopped him.
He casually smiled and looked down at her.  Damn, those were some prime
boobs.  They chatted for a few minutes until he excused himself to retrieve
his beer.  His friends growled their approval as he walked back to her
stool to resume the conversation.  Twenty minutes later he winked at his
buddies as they passed on their way out of the crowded bar.  His friends
made faces of lust as he passed.  Others at the bar couldn't help but
notice the woman with the big breasts and the young built man with an
obvious bulge in his jeans.

He paid for the motel room and walked back around to meet her.  He noticed
that she was just a tad drunk as he unlocked the door.  She lurched forward
giggling and trying not to fall.  He caught her and as she fell against him
grabbed his cock in his jeans.

"Is this in proportion to your height?"

He blushed a bit and smiled.  "Yes.  Why don't you get comfortable?  I'm
going to rinse off quickly since I didn't get a chance to go home after
work."  She struggled with her shoes as he stripped.  He had no reason to
be shy and let her get a good look as headed for the shower.  She was naked
and sprawled across the bed when he came back into the room.  She looked
her best to be alluring but it didn't matter with the size of her tits.  He
slid up between her legs and kissed each large brown nipple.

"Aren't these wonderful?  I had them done about 18 months ago.  Best thing
I ever did. Took me a while to get used to them.  Keep wanting to topple
over."  She laughed at her own joke then shivered as Swede made soft love
to each one.  As he tried to kiss her, she maneuvered herself so she could
lift her legs for his entry.  "Let me check the equipment.  Damn.  You
weren't kidding. It is in proportion.  Mmm and tasty."  She sucked his cock
knob occasionally raking the tender head with her teeth.  She didn't seem
to be much into sucking it down and settled for just working the head as
she played with his swelling nuts.  She flopped back, tits bouncing and
licked her lips.  "It's wet but you may need to use some of this
cream. Fuck me honey.  Fuck me damn hard."  After the beer he had sucked
down, he was only too happy to oblige.  But he wasn't drunk enough to not
work to bring her off too.  Each slam of his cock bounced her big tits back
and forth.  It took about an hour of heavy duty fucking, by then she was
leaking his hot spunk from her tight pussy.  She couldn't have cared less
that they didn't use a condom.  "Hell, I never want kids.  Had myself
spayed and neutered a few years back.  My ex bought me these before running
off with some younger bimbo."  She cupped her breasts and held them up
squeezing them so the nipples swelled up and out.

"Sorry he left you."

"Ahhh, don't be.  His dick wasn't half of yours.  After I got my tits done
I was glad he left.  I get to go out now and meet men a couple of times a
week.  Getting more dick than I ever got from him.  Honey, I gotta run.
Meeting my mom for dinner.  Mind if I freshen up before I go?"

"No, help yourself."  He watched her bounce, literally, to the bathroom.
The tits might be firm but the ass would be sagging in a couple more years.
He stayed lounging on the bed while she got herself together.  Before she
left she dropped to her knees and sucked his big dick.

"Damn, you're a really good fuck for a young kid.  All that muscle and a
big dick!  Hope I run into you again.  Maybe next time we can go back to my
place."  She picked up her purse and walked out.

He flipped through the TV channels and idly played with his dick. Getting
off one time just wasn't enough.  Sadly, fucking someone as good-looking
with as big tits as she had, didn't make him feel any better.  He was still
horny and bored.  He was contemplating jacking off an hour later as he
watched some sports highlights program.  His dick was hard and ready.  It
was only 7:00, he hadn't eaten and the beer had only made his hunger worse.
Dejected, he stood up to stretch and get ready to leave.  As he turned
toward the bathroom, there was a light knock on the door.  The two people
he saw through the peephole standing outside the door, made his dick go
instantly hard again.  A woman in her early thirties with her hair piled on
top of her head was blocking his view of the man behind her.  He cautiously
opened the door.  The set of tits he saw were even bigger than the ones he
had just fucked.  She smiled warmly and giggled nervously.

"Hi, I'm Becky and this is my husband James.  We just saw Marge in the bar
and she told us how good you were.  Well, pardon us but we saw you at the
bar and my husband would love to watch you fuck me."

"Is this some kind of a joke?  Are my buddies out here?  Did they put you
up to this?  He leaned out to look around the door and into the parking
lot.  Anyone, passing by would have gotten a great view of a perfectly
built young man with a full throbbing erection.

"No really."  The man stepped forward and glanced down at Swede's bobbing
cock. "Um, look, uh, what can I say?  I get off by watching other men fuck
my wife.  It makes our marriage work."  Swede looked at the handsome
well-built man.  Things didn't add up in his head but his cock stayed hard.

"Sorry, but I don't think I'm inter..."

"Please, she'd be happy.  You'd be doing me a favour, please."  Swede
looked again at the dark handsome man, in a tight blue polo shirt and
jeans.  He looked way better than his wife.  Despite the biggest set of
tits he had ever seen.  He was just drunk enough to say yes.  She pushed
past him giggling as he turned.  The man brushed against Swede in the
doorway. Their eyes locked as he passed.

"Like I said, I'm Becky and this is James.  And we figured you must be the
Swede whose truck we saw outside."

"That would be me, yes." She undid the tie around her waist and the loose
wraparound dress fell open and to the floor.  She was beautifully built
with enormously huge tits.  Swede had no idea but figured them to be 42 or
44 inches and fat.  Her tiny waist made them look even more out of
proportion.  "Look, maybe this isn't such a good idea."

James stood behind him with is hand in the small of his back.  "No please,
let her show you what she can do.  Honey."  Becky dropped to her knees and
swallowed Swede's young prick in one gulp.  Swede felt an electric shock as
she began sucking his sensitive tool.  James leaned closer.  "She sucks one
helluva cock.  Go ahead, play with them."  He stood behind Swede and put
his hands on the huge fleshy balloons.  Swede could feel the husband's hard
cock in his jeans and his hot breath on his back.  "Wait till you rub it
between them."  Becky worked Swede's tool until she felt him tremble, then
backed off.  James now naked body pressed next to Swede's He looked down to
see a thick eight inch uncut cock, throbbing hard next to his.  She sucked
both of them back and forth.  He watched as she stretched her mouth to
accommodate her husband's super thick cock.

He looked up to find James looking only at him.  Becky stroked both dicks
and sucked each one back and forth.  Swede stared at the intense eyes and
leaned closer.  James lips brushed his.  Swede pressed forward and let
James tongue push in and search his mouth.

"That's what your cock needs to be doing to her cunt."  James whispered as
he licked at Swede's neck.  Becky got up and lay on her back on the bed.
Her humongous tits flopped to either side.  Swede sucked the swollen
nipples until she was writhing and moaning.  She rolled under him and knelt
to allow him to fuck her doggie style.  James lounged in a chair he had
moved beside the bed and watched as Swede rhythmically fucked his wife.  A
few minutes into the sex scene and James got up out of the chair to slide
in behind Swede.  His big cock nestled between Swede's round butt cheeks.
His hands came up to cup the hard round pecs.  Swede slammed Becky even
harder until she was shaking with orgasms.  Her rocking body and James hot
kisses on the back of his neck pushed Swede past control.  His cum rocketed
deep into her wet pussy as James wrapped his arms tightly around him.  He
collapsed on top of the panting woman.  James drove his tongue deep inside
Swede's tight ass.  Swede heard himself moan in response and his cock
stayed stiff.

"Stay inside.  Don't worry, everything's fine."  James lovingly caressed
Swede's muscular back and butt holding Swede deep inside his delirious
wife.  A few minutes later she slumped deeper into to the bed and sighed.

"Oh honey, that was one damn good fuck.  You really found my spot.  We
gotta run into you again.  You mind if I let James fuck me?"  Swede blinked
and shook his head no as her husband slid in and finished her off.  A
minute later as Swede watched, James shot another load into her sloppy cunt
and dropped forward to brace himself on his thick arms.  She smiled and
slid out from under him.

"I need to fix my make up."

James collapsed on the bed and pulled Swede to him.  "I bought her those
tits for her birthday a couple of years ago, they're grotesque.  But she
wants them even bigger.  Any bigger and she'll have to carry them around in
a wheel barrow."

"I don't get this arrangement."  James smiled and kissed him lightly on the
lips.  He reached over to get his pants and pulled a business card from his
wallet.  Swede recognized the name of one of the biggest law firms in the
city on the card.  James pushed him back and slid his hot hands over
Swede's muscles.  Swede looked at James own hard thick gym body and
struggled for words.

"My firm is not the most open minded.  So, I have Becky as my wife.  She
can go out and do damn well whatever she wants with whomever she
wants. Occasionally, I get to find a man for here who does it for me.  But
at work functions, well we're quite the center of conversation."

"Oh.  You mean you don't get to do what you really want very often?"

James sighed.  "No, sometimes on a business trip.  I'd kill to be able to
live openly.  I workout, I run, I jack off, I help my slutty wife pick up
men.  Pretty sad when you think about it.  Look, Swede, I'll pay you double
to maintain our pool.  If you do it in a speedo or naked maybe triple, just
to get to look at you.  I won't even touch you."

"I don't think so.  I don't think I can, you know.  I mean I have a lot of
gay men as clients, and I don't mind showing off but I don't think I could
do this again.  Sorry."

"You don't have to.  I'll make sure she's away when you come over.  Please
think about it."  Swede was about to argue against the proposal when James
kissed him passionately.

"Did you ever think it might be better to find another firm where you don't
have to hide what you are?"

James took a deep breath.  "Yeah.  But I am not ready to give up the money
right now.  Please Swede think about it."  He was about to say no again
when Becky came out of the bathroom completely dressed and ready to go."

"Honey, we need to go get something to eat now.  Go get cleaned up.  I'll
meet you in the bar."  She smiled sweetly at Swede as if they were passing
in a coffee shop and spun out the door.

"Do you mind if I shower?"  Swede shook his head no.  James stood up and
smiled longingly at the young man.  His lean perfectly cut muscular body
was a study in shadows in the dimly lit room.  "So you're saying you don't
really do men?"

"No.  I mean, I've thought about it, but I've never, not that I don't think
you're attractive, but..."

"It's OK.  I still want you to come do my pool.  You're too beautiful to
let go away."  He went into the bathroom and started the shower.  Swede got
up from the bed, slid James' business card into his jeans and walked into
the bathroom.

"Mind if I join you?"  James walked back into the bar 20 minutes later.
His wife sipped her martini and smiled at her handsome husband.  He seemed
to be more relaxed and didn't seem to be wearing underwear.

Swede dropped the motel room key in the return box, climbed into his truck
and headed back to his apartment complex.  His mind was racing a mile a
minute.  Despite several beers and having gotten off three times, he
couldn't relax.  He was hungry but restless, nothing that a quick swim
wouldn't help.  He walked over to the complex pool and let himself into the
locked facility.  No one was there on a Friday night so he dropped his
jeans, adjusted his tiny suit and made a long dive into the pool.  He swam
several laps before settling into a leisurely relaxed pace.  Even while
swimming, his mind wandered back to the two women he had fucked and to
James.  He thought about James and how trapped he seemed in his job and
life.  His cock stiffened even in the cool water. An older couple came into
the pool room.  The woman smiled and waved pleasantly as she walked to the
hot tub.

The man whom Swede assumed was her husband sat down in a lounge chair to
watch the young man swim laps.  Swede wasn't sure how old he was but the
front of his swim trunks began to bulge.  The man got up and executed a
perfect dive into the pool.  He swam up close to Swede, surfaced and said
hello.  Swede draped his arms over the side of the pool and introduced
himself, not wanting to appear unfriendly.  The older man swam close and
made small talk as he leaned on the pool's edge.  Swede felt his hand
carefully grope his suit.

"Sorry. Already been there tonight.  Just working off some energy."

"Too bad.  She's as blind as a bat from there.  Well, some other time.
Anytime you need head." Swede thanked him.  The man watched closely as
Swede pulled himself out of the water, dried off, slipped his shoes back on
and headed back to his apartment.  He chuckled to himself as he walked
along the breezy sidewalk.  First James, now this.  Maybe there was
something he was missing here.

Tank's Place

Harley thought Joe and Buzz were going to scrub his body to the bone.
"Guys, I think Tank likes a little funk."

Joe scowled.  "There's a time for everything, this isn't a time for that."
The three young men chatted like school girls over Harley's budding romance
with Tank.  "Could we make this anymore Harlequin?"

Harley winced at some of the still sore bruises on his body.  "No, I'd
prefer Colt or some old Drummer story if you don't mind."  Buzz was
cleaning up the mess they had made splashing water everywhere.  "I gotta
thank you guys for giving me the best lesson I have ever had on keeping
myself clean for Tank."

Buzz chuckled.  "Well, consider this a gift to you to start your new life.
You okay?  You're trembling."

Harley took a deep breath.  "I feel like a virgin bride on her honeymoon.
You realize that Tank and I have never had sex before tonight?"

Joe and Buzz stopped and stared incredulously at Harley.  "You're kidding?
Not even a blow job?"  He shook his head no.

"I knew I was in love with the man when he hired me but I was always too
shy to act on it.  Plus, I was just coming out myself and had no clue what
I should be doing."

Buzz rubbed his hand lightly over a deep bruise on Harley's butt.  "Judging
by these, you got a crash course in the wrong side of man to man sex.  I
know there are guys out there who really like it rough but, this isn't it
for me."

"Says the man whose other half is a cop and has all the proper cuffs and
ropes, I'm sure."  Joe kidded his bud.  "Harley, it's pretty obvious that
Tank has deep feelings for you.  We don't have to be here. We can go to
another room and leave you two alone."

Harley tightened his lips and shook his head no.  "We want you here.  I'm
not sure what Tank has in mind but I am sure I will be happy.  No matter
what."

There was a knock and Sam's voice outside the bathroom door.  "What are you
boys doing in there?  There isn't enough hair among the three of you to be
doing hair and nails.  Get your butts out here before Tank busts a nut."

Harley opened the door and stepped out into the dimly lit bedroom.  Tank
was dressed in leather.  Harley's cock went almost instantly hard.  The big
man had a full harness over his massive chest going down to ring around the
bull cock pushing out a leather jock under worn skin tight, leg hugging
chaps and heavy duty biker boots.  "Wow.  Tank you're damned fucking
hot. Sir!"  The big man pulled him into his arms and laid a deep passionate
kiss on his new boy.  Joe and Buzz were also both naked and sprouting stiff
rods at the sight before them.  Sam had smuggled along his leathers and was
dressed in chaps, jock and boots showing off his thick sculpted shirtless
chest.  Officer John surprised buzz with a full leather cop uniform in
black.  The shirt was open to show off a harness underneath.  His
motorcycle boots had Buzz's mouth drooling.

"Oh.  Wait."  Harley dropped to his knees and kissed Tank's big
boots. Please sir, forgive me, I'm nervous.  I'm not sure what you want me
to do."

"Get back up here and finish kissing me.  And relax. I've only love in my
heart for you, nothing to worry about."  Tank slowly turned Harley around
to survey his body and bruises.  "I will never do anything like this to
you, I promise."

Harley smiled and blushed.  "What if I wanted you to, you know?"  He jerked
his head toward the whip and some other toys he knew were kept in a closet.

"There's a difference between doing something to provide you with painful
pleasure that won't leave you bruised and bloody and just out right beating
someone.  I love you Harley."  Harley whispered thank you and kissed the
big man again.  He slowly kissed down along the man's firm jaw and worked
his way back down to the boots.  Tank's nips were especially sensitive and
Harley seemed to have developed a good sense and skill to heighten the
pleasure.  Tank moaned and groaned with each bite on his nipples.  Harley
moved downward, kissing and kneading muscle.  He was careful to avoid
ripping off the cod piece to get at the straining dick.  He had Tank turn
around so he could get a good look at the man's chaps-framed butt.

"Oh Dad, that's beautiful."  He pushed the man's butt cheeks apart and
drove his tongue into the tight pucker.  "Somewhere there is a 25 year old
man missing his ass. Mmmm."

"Whoa doggies.  Take it easy son, we have time.  That's right.  Eat your
Dad's ass.  Mmm, dayamm.  This boy got game."  Joe and Buzz looked at each
other and smiled.  Some quick lessons paid off well.  They pushed their men
forward, pulled down leather pants and joined in the crack slurping
brigade.  The two beefy men looked at each other, leaned forward and sucked
face.  They worked each other's nips as their boys ate their asses.  Tank
was lost in thought as Harley rimmed him.  Memories flooded back of how Ted
and he would slip away to steal lost moments of forbidden sex in the
military.  He seemed to sense both Ted and Sam in the room approving of his
new partner in Harley.

"Son, as good as that feels, I think my bone needs some attention to get it
good and wet for that delightful ass of yours.  Tank turned back to aim his
jock at Harley's wet face.  The young man pulled the pouch free with his
teeth and waited for permission.

"Sir, it's bigger than I recall from the gym. May I?"

"Yeah it does seem to be a might happier right now.  Suck my cock boy."
Harley swallowed his treasure to the base in one move.  "Holy shit.  Damn
son, save some for your ass."  Harley greedily sucked the big man's tool
until it was dripping spit.  "Okay, it's time Harley."  The smaller man got
up and lay on his back on the edge of the big bed.  "Gentlemen, please, be
my guest.  Let's test the strength of this modern mattress marvel."  Joe
and Buzz likewise lay on the bed and raised their legs.  Sam, John and Tank
placed their tools at the boys' puckers and waited.  Tank looked at Sam in
awe.  "I've only seen dicks like that on two other men, must be a family
thing.  Shall we?"

All three men slammed home.  The three bottom pigs grunted in approval and
lust.  Harley bent double, wrapped his legs around Tank's back and pulled
the man to him in a sexual frenzy and deep almost desperate kiss.  The
three men fucked their men for almost an hour.  Sam and John unloaded into
their rightful repositories and collapsed to watch Tank pound Harley for
another 20 minutes.  Tank's eyes were closed as he pistoned away.  Harley
moaned and whimpered in heat.  Tank could see Sam and Ted approvingly
cheering him on.  He seemed to be drawing new stamina from their memory.
Harley broke the kiss and screamed.  "I can feel them Tank, let go now."
Harley's cock rocketed stream after stream of thick spunk between the two
sweaty men.  Tank slammed in one more time with resolve and shot deep into
his new life partner.  Tank rolled onto his back to give Harley a chance to
unclench his legs and to rest his weight on the bigger man.  Harley
collapsed in tears on the massive chest.

"Son, what's wrong?  Are you okay?"

Harley quietly sobbed as the other four men came over to see if he was all
right.  "I felt them here Tank.  They gave me their approval and love.
I've never shot like that.  It was like a huge damn of energy burst within
me.  Their energy.  Everything feels right.  My love is multiplied by
theirs.  I can't exactly explain what I saw and felt as you were fucking me
but I do know it was one of their gifts.  To us."

"Was there another gift?"  Tank rubbed Harley's muscled back.

"Yes sir."  He reached over and wrapped his hand around Sam's thick cock.
"A gift of love to Sam and Joe."

Joe leaned into Sam.  "I told you it was a gift."  The men laughed. In
their minds, they all thought that Sam was bigger, beefier and sexier than
ever.  And that more love than ever radiated from Joe's eyes for him.

Tank looked around at the sweaty sticky crew.  "Men, I think we need to
clean up some and I know just where we can do that."  He led them through
the house to the garage locker room, switched on the overhead heaters and
flooded the space with warm sexy light.  The six men splashed and played in
the showers.  Soapy hands cleaned everywhere.  They were so busy enjoying
themselves they didn't realize they had attracted others of the men in the
house, and even the cottage.  Several were standing around watching.  Tank
stopped and laughed at the situation.  "Well, don't just stand there get
wet."

Two hours later, Harley loaded the last of the wet towels into the washing
machine.  "Well, that was my first shower group, so to speak.  Like a giant
jerk off session."

"Come on, we need to get some sleep."  Tank pulled Sam, Joe, John and Buzz
after them.  The six men crowded into the extra large extra king bed and
slept like rocks until morning.

Header stood at the bottom of the bed the next morning with a broom.  "I
thought I was going to need this to pry you apart.  Breakfast will be ready
in 15 minutes."

Saturday morning was clear and bright with the promise of a warm spring
day.  The clan inhaled breakfast and headed back to the cabin.  Sam had
planned a half day's work.  Bruce and Steve had made arrangements for the
lunch truck to meet them back at Tank's for the start of an afternoon of
relaxation.

Andy was pulling some additional supplies from a building at the far end of
Tank's spread.  Scott had offered to help but seemed somewhat distracted.
"What's up buddy?  You seem lost in thought this morning.  Problem with you
and Ron last night?"

"No, just that we agreed that we weren't heading into a relationship with
his going away to college and all this fall.  And now I realize how great
it would be to have someone in my life.  I admit I'm a bit jealous of Sam
and Joe, and Steve and Matt, and John and Buzz.  Well, you get my drift."

Andy rubbed his shoulders.  "Yeah.  Header and I think it would great to be
in a relationship but we're afraid of losing each other at the same time.
Talk about f'd up.  It's easier for someone Ron's age.  They roll with the
punches a lot easier.  As you get older, it's nice to have that one someone
to lean on and with whom to be connected.  You'll find someone, man'd be
nuts to pass on you.  Mmm-mmm."

Scott smiled at the friendly smiling man.  "I know.  Just be patient.  It's
not easy."

"No. It isn't.  I could distract you a bit."  Andy shot him an evil grin
and cupped the big basket.

Header was directing work crews by the time Andy and Scott arrived.  He
took one look at the contented look on the two men and shook his head.
Scott carried electrical supplies into the cabin as Header walked over to
check n his brother.  "Let me smell your breath."

"I've been drinking coffee ewwwwww."  He giggled.  "It kills the obvious
smell of what you think."

"Oh so you admit it?"

"Of course, the man was feeling a bit down. So I had to get him back up."

"I'm sure you did pig."

By noon on Saturday, the cabin was in terrific shape.  A lot remained to be
done but it was mostly work Tank's crew was to do.  The group had decided
to forego an IML trip to Chicago and return to the cabin for the long
extended Memorial Day weekend.  By then, most of the work would be
completed, with just minor cosmetic things to be done.  Weather permitting.
The convoy made its way back to Tank's.  Everyone was sipping a cool drink
waiting for the lunch truck when Tank checked the pool.

"Men, it's going to be in the low 80's this afternoon, maybe a bit breezy.
But I set the temp up on this puddle before we left.  It's toasty warm,
just right for an afternoon of lounging or swimming."

Tony looked around at the men.  "I don't know about the rest of these guys,
but I didn't bring a suit."

Tank smiled and patted the young man on his head.  "Ain't anyone here but
us men.  And as long as you randy types can behave in front of the straight
guests, I say have some lunch, shuck your clothes and catch some rays."

Gus pursed his lips and nodded.  "Guys, I really don't care, and I don't
think the Dave's do either if you all run around here with hardons.  It
wouldn't be the first time I've seen wood on a naked man."  He stripped off
his T-shirt to show off his fine upper body. "Now, where's the chow line?"

The crew from the lunch van appeared to be right at home with the group of
men, some shirtless, many with their arms around each other.

Tank poured himself a glass of lemonade and nudged Bruce.  "So, I never got
to ask, where'd you find this lunch company?  They don't seem to be
blinking an eye around these men."

"I searched online for gay caterers and lunch for this area and their name
popped up."

Tank tilted his head. "So they're gay owned?  I don't recognize the name."

Bruce thought about it a second.  "They're either gay-owned or gay
friendly.  In which case, these guys could already be bare-assed and not
blink.  We could test that."  He stripped off his T-shirt, kicked off his
heavy shoes and dropped his jeans and underwear in one move.  As he walked
over to get in the food line, the other guys looked at him with confused
faces.

Tank laughed.  "Or we could just ask them."

Bruce got to the front of the line quickly as the other guys wanted to test
the response.  The older guy working the truck smiled and laughed.
"Finally.  We got the referral for this job through the gay hotline and we
were starting to think this was the straightest group of gay men we have
ever seen."

Bruce gave Tank a thumb's up.  "So you are a gay company?"

"Duh, yeah, did you not see the rainbow flag sticker and the leather flag?"
Bruce looked confused.  "The man leaned out over the counter.  The menu
board was covering the stickers.  "Oh, okay.  Nevermind.  Well, with the
exception of my brother here, we're all gay.  And believe me if you all
wanted to strip naked we wouldn't mind.  The older shirtless guy over there
is the only one we thought had nerve.  Until you, fine hunk of man."

Bruce turned to look and let out a loud laugh.  "Gus?  Would you believe
he's one of the few straight guys here?"

"What?  Really?  I've been hiding a woody behind my apron both trips out
here. That man is gorgeous."

"That's my Dad."  Tim chimed in from the crowd of hungry men.  "But I'm gay
and so is my brother over there.  The beefy guy with the shaved head who's
taking off his shirt."

The van owner nodded approvingly.  "Well, your Dad passed on some good
genes.  Okay, we need to get you guys fed before I lose all composure."

Tank stepped up and smacked Bruce on his bare ass causing his elephant cock
to flop side to side.  "Well, I'll be damned.  Okay, guys no need for
modesty if you want to strip and wait in line or hit the pool.  Although,
we'd appreciate you shower before that.  And there's an outdoor shower over
there."  Joe and Buzz were instantly naked and running for the shower
followed by Ken and Harley.

Sam stood quietly to one side. "Oh my, we've lost all decorum."

The other guys got back in line to get food.  Tank shook the owner's hand
when he got to the front of the line. "I'm Tank.  I own this place and the
construction company sort of doing this job.  I'm sorry I didn't know about
you guys.  I would have referred business to you."

"We've not been in business long.  The lunch truck is new.  We do catering
mostly.  Here's a card."

"Thanks.  I'll keep this handy and remember to call you when we're out
doing jobs.  You men are welcome to join us around the pool if you aren't
heading to another job."

The three men in the truck lit up like Christmas trees.  "Super.  We have a
catering job this evening but we have some time to relax before having to
be back."  They cleaned up their truck, left a few items on the counter for
the men to grab if they wanted and joined Tank, Harley and Sam in the shade
by the house.  Harley was the only one naked and they obviously appreciated
the young man's lean muscular body.  Tank and Sam were shirtless for the
time being.  The men chatted as the van men ate.  The youngest was anxious
to get naked and join the gaggle of skin around the pool and hot tub.

He leaned toward Tank.  "Who's the man with the prosthetic leg?"

"That would be Andy.  Good man.  Does all my electrical jobs. The leg thing
doesn't effect him one bit."

"He's hot.  I think I need to have my wiring checked."

"Well, then Andy'd be the one to trip your breaker.  He ain't shy, go
introduce yourself."  They watched the young man, Pete, head across the
courtyard and straight up to Andy.

His boss chuckled. "Uh oh. That man is very much his type."

"Wait till he realizes the other guy over there with the furry chest, the
one with the big square pecs, that's his brother."

"Ohhhhhh boy.  Two of them.  Hmm, I could end up being short a person for
catering tonight.  Hmm, on second thought, Pete isn't scheduled to work
tonight.  Guess I know what he'll be doing."

Harley wiggled his way between Tank's legs and relaxed.  Tank rubbed the
man's head and smiled at Sam.  "What's on your plate this afternoon?"

Sam idly played with his right nipple.  "Roast beef sandwich, potato
salad..."Tank smacked him in the arm. "Well, Joe and I should go and do
some shopping to replace all the beds and furniture on the second floor.
And look for some stuff for the downstairs too."  Bruce walked back to the
group and flopped down in a deck chair.  His big cock flopped around like a
heavy snake.  Tank looked at the monster between his legs and shook his
head.

"Do you ever trip over that thing?"

"Haven't yet.  It's usually not pointing at the ground.  Watch as soon as
my Steve walks over it will perk up."

Tank laughed and squeezed Harley between his legs.  "You men are too much.
Well, Sam if it's furniture shopping you need to do I know a couple of
places you should go check out.  I'll give you a couple of my cards and
they'll treat you real well." Bruce smiled as his partner came over and sat
in a chair next to him.  Bruce's cock slowly began to expand and rise to
the occasion.  Tank sighed.  "Damn."

Dave Jr., Ron and Tim headed for the pool naked as the day they were born.
Dave Sr. pulled up another deck chair and snorted.  "My straight son hasn't
a bit of shame hanging out naked with a bunch of gay men."

Sam looked at his brother and pointed at the three teenagers.  "I haven't
seen my nephew naked except for a split second at the gym in the showers.
Good looking kid."

Tank rolled his eyes.  "He's definitely inherited the family dick gene.
Good lord that kid's hung.  And he's still growing.  Going to be giving you
a run for you money soon Sam."

"I think he already is.  Some girl's going to be very happy."

Dave Sr. shrugged.  "From what he tells me, reading between the lines I
mean.  He's still a virgin."

Tank stroked his goatee.  "Well, there aren't probably many girls who would
give him head once they've seen the size of it let alone let him do
anything else."

"And as his father, that's okay with me.  I don't need a surprise grandson
running around."

Tank squeezed Dave's arm.  "I envy you and Sam.  And Gus.  And doesn't Matt
have a son?  I haven't seen my son in I bet 20 years."  Harley turned
around and rubbed Tank's basket.

"You have a son? Wow, where is he?'

"Not sure.  His mom and me, we never saw eye to eye.  I thought after `Nam
I would go straight, not to be.  It was a sad mistake, her and me.  But
that didn't seem right for her to run off and never let me get to really
know my own son."

Sam looked at the man's sad eyes.  "So there's a little Tank running around
out there?"

Tank smiled. "I'd like to think he ain't so little and like your nephew is
a fine big, muscular man. Besides, he'd be in his 30's now, no child."

Harley kissed Tank's crotch. "This could give me fantasies."

Tank smirked.  "I see it's already given you a hardon. I think we need to
hit the pool a bit and maybe the hot tub. Then go to the room to relax."

Sam got up from his chair. "Well, we won't be around to bother you.  Joe
and I are taking Steve and Matt and going furniture shopping."

Tank got up and pushed Harley toward the pool.  "Let me write down the
names of those stores."  He headed inside with Sam as Harley slid into the
pool next to John and Buzz.  "Don't forget we made eight o'clock
reservations for the brew pub about 30 minutes from here.  Give yourselves
time to clean up and do whatever else you want to do."

"And you and Harley?"

"Oh in about an hour I plan to be riding that muscle butt pretty damn hard.
Take some of the wind out of his sails.  Funny how things are working out
eh?"

"Damn terrific if you ask me."

Sam cornered Joe, Steve and Matt and headed out for an afternoon of
furniture shopping.  By the time they returned several hours later, Harley
was sitting at the kitchen counter sipping a cup of coffee with Pete.  "You
men are looking pretty mellow."

Harley leaned back on his stool.  "Tank rode me a good one Sam.  I can't
tell you how happy I am."

"And you Pete?"

"I'm waiting for Header and Andy to finish getting cleaned up.  They're
going to take me to get my car and then I'm going to the pub with the rest
of you."

"So you met Header and did the three of you, get to know each other
better."

"Oh yeah.  Along with Ken and Bill.  I feel damn lucky your friends called
us to haul lunch out to your cabin.  I was beginning to think I'd never
meet anyone and now I've met two men who, well, I'm hard talking about
them."

"Good for you.  Where's Tank?"

"Harley pointed toward the office.  "He's printing out directions for
everyone, in case we get separated driving to this place.  You guys have
about 45 minute to get cleaned up and maybe grab a quickie."

Joe perked up.  "Let's go.  I'm in the mood for an, um, appetizer."

Steve and Matt looked at each other.  "Hmm, that should just about work for
us too."

It was an hour later when Tank got everyone organized and the gang divided
up in cars and trucks for the trek to a local brew pub.  The restaurant
wasn't quite as ready for the onslaught of gay men but since Tank had
reserved a banquet room, it worked.  As is usually the case, even in
central PA, there have to be a couple of gay wait staff.  The serving of
food and beer didn't end until almost midnight when the convoy made its way
back to Tank's compound.

Sam and Joe joined John and Buzz in their room so Harley and Tank could
have some time alone on a honeymoon night as Harley called it.

Sunday morning, Cesar, LJ, Header and Andy were already hard at work on
breakfast.  Pete was on IV coffee having been worn out by his two new buds.
Harley was busily helping as he could in the kitchen when Sam wandered in
for a cup of coffee.

"So did you two enjoy your evening alone of `marital' bliss?"

"If you are asking if he fucked me senseless, he did.  That man really,
REALLY, knows how to hit my spot."

"You're looking a little tired."

Harley pulled Sam to one side out of the way of the crazy horde of hungry
men.  "We talked about the son thing last night. A long time.  I really
think it hurts him that this woman never let him get to know his son very
much.  In fact, hardly at all.  He doesn't know where to look to find him.
And I think after being around Dave and DJ, Gus and Tim and hearing Matt
talk about his son, he wants to mend fences."

"You can find an awful lot out on the Internet.  See what info you can get
out of Tank and call me.  I can have the guy who helped me track down all
my family stuff help with this."

Harley smiled and hugged Sam.  "Thanks.  It would make him really happy."

The crew was back on the road to Pittsburgh by noon.  It was planned to
have a big Memorial Day bash at the cabin.  Tank thought his crew would be
able to get the cabin ready since they had had so much help from Sam's
friends.  The outdoor kitchen and picnic pavilion were questionable due
more to the unknown weather and other jobs conflicting on Tank's schedule.

Most of Sam and Joe's friends wouldn't be able to get away again until
Memorial Day again anyway.  Matt was going to be busy settling in to a new
job and adjusting his schedule to meld with Steve's.  Matt's bizarre ex
finally agreed and Matt's son would be moving in with them.  The arrival of
the boy meant some additional changes.  Sam the Shepherd decided he wasn't
to leave the kid's side and began sleeping in the other bedroom.  Ken's dog
Doober adopted Matt's son as a pack member and the three played in the yard
for hours.

Steve had started out to be very careful about what he did around Matt to
keep from causing any problem with the ex.  Matt's son finally told them
both at dinner one night that he wished they would just be themselves.
He'd rather they be happy and having loud hardcore sex than hide from him.
He couldn't have cared less if he saw them naked or interrupted them while
in a heavy kissing session.  It was a happier home than he had known for a
long time.

Ken and Bill were finally getting around to discussing living together and
planned to make the big move the weekend before Memorial Day.  He had
already been spending time there helping Stave and Matt with yard work,
helping to install some fencing to keep the dogs from getting into
neighbours' yards and becoming the sixth member of a tightly knit family.

Buzz and Joe concentrated on landscaping for Sam and John.  Hiring Vince to
do the lawn mowing and anything grass related gave them too much time. If
there were any nieghbours who didn't know two gay men lived in either
house, they would by the time all the landscaping and flower planting would
be finished.

It was a rainy Wednesday evening after the big construction weekend at the
cabin. Sam was getting ready to prepare dinner since Joe had to work late.
The doorbell rang and Sam stuck his head around to the corner to see Swede
waving at him through the side door glass. He opened the door to the tall
side of beef and motioned for him to come in.

"Hey Sam, how goes the cabin?"

"Great.  You'll have to come up some weekend and enjoy it if you can get
away."

"Yeah really. Business has been booming.  I wanted to stop by and tell you
I ran into a snag with the new pump.  I was here today and I really
question whether or not the wiring they ran out to the pump is the right
kind.  Do you have a minute for me to show you?"

"Sure, hang up your coat so it dries a bit.  Wow, it's really comin' down."

"Yeah, but it will make all the yard work Joe has been doing really look
good."

"Thanks."  Swede hung up his coat and turned to head to the basement.  Sam
looked at the big beefy butt and broad muscular back and felt his dick stir
in his jeans.

"Look, down in here where the pool lines come in through this conduit.
This wiring is not up to code.  That may be why the old pump burned out.
Doesn't make sense to install a new pump if the wiring isn't right."

"No I agree.  Can you do that?"

Swede looked hesitant.  "I can try but I haven't run wiring like this
before.  I'm not sure how you pull it through and well, it doesn't seem
difficult but I don't want to screw it up."

"Well, yeah I agree, hmm, let me think.  Uh, let me make a call.  I'll be
right back.  Workout a little while I phone a friend.  You're looking a
little thin."  Swede looked down at his big pecs and arms.  "I'm kidding."
Sam walked into the TV room and dialed a number.  He returned a few minutes
later to find a shirtless Swede pumping chest.  Sam's cock definitely began
to push forward.  "A friend of ours, Scott, does a lot of stuff like this
and can be here Friday afternoon to help you.  Will that work?"

Swede jumped up, pecs bouncing.  "Oh yeah great.  Appreciate it.  I have a
new client I have to go see tomorrow up in the north hills.  If the weather
gets better, I can squeeze a bunch of stuff in and be here Friday at one."

"Super. I'll let him know.  You want to stay for dinner?"

"Gee, thanks but I have a few things to do."  He pulled his shirt back over
his shoulders and as it slipped over his head, Sam glanced down at the
bulging basket.  That dick was definitely happy.  "I'll let you get back to
work.  I'll see your friend Scott on Friday. Thanks."  Sam followed the
beefy butt back up the stairs.  Swede shook his hand and ran back out into
the rain to his truck.  Inside the truck he let out a long breath.  He
undid his zipper, pulled out his stiff rod and sighed.  "Damn, what the
hell's happening to me?"

Joe came home a few minutes later to find dinner in the oven and a naked
Sam waiting in bed.  "Uh, to what do I owe this happy surprise?"

"Swede was here.  Good lord that guy is hot.  You know, I think he had a
hardon on when he left."

Joe stripped out of his suit.  "Of course, he did.  Who wouldn't around
you?  Oh Daddy, look at that thing.  How much time to do we have?"

"Only about 30 minutes."

"Hmmm, well, I don't like the 30-minute fuck so."  Joe opened wide.

Thursday

Swede downloaded the directions to the house from the address he had been
given over the phone.  The woman was adamant that he be there promptly at
one but didn't give him much information on what all he would need to do an
estimate.  He pulled into the long drive and headed in an arching curve
past the low rambling house.  It was huge.  He found the parking for
service vehicles and walked to the entrance for deliveries.  It was a cool
spring day and the chilly breeze swirled around his tall frame.  His
sweatshirt was warm enough in the car but outside he felt his skin tighten
and his nipples go erect in the chill air.  It took a couple of minutes for
someone to finally open the door.  His face registered a surprised look
when a naked James swung open the door to greet him.

"Swede.  Good to see you.  Come in please."

"Uh, James.  I didn't know this, I mean, I am not..."

"Not sure you want this job?  Now, Swede.  Didn't I tell you I'd pay you
double or even triple when you were fucking the shit out of my wife?  Of
course, I did.  The pool is down here."  He walked down a long window lined
hallway.  His lean athletic body moved with a grace and confidence Swede
found oddly interesting.  Two large doors at the end of the hallway opened
into an indoor pool area that made Swede whistle low in admiration.

"Wow, this is some set up.  Olympic length, what? Five lanes?"

"Yes, very good.  Over there is a hot tub, and another outside.  There is a
steam room and a sauna.  I live in this facility to get away from the boobs
from hell.  You ever see a woman with fake tits that size try to swim.
It's like watching a ship roll to one side and an air pocket keeping it
from sinking.  I much prefer to be sharing the pool with someone like you."

"James.  I appreciate the opportunity but I don't think I am right for this
job."

"Of course, you are.  You just haven't realized it yet.  So what will it
cost for you to maintain this pool and hot tubs and keep everything in
prime shape?"

Swede took a deep breath, ran his hand over his buzz cut and let out a
sigh.  James long cock began to visibly stiffen and rise.  "James, I don't
know..."

"Nonsense.  A price.  I checked you out.  Your little business has quite a
good reputation.  Not only are you and evidently the two men who work for
you quite good looking but also you actually do a stellar job.  You didn't
think I wouldn't check out your references so to speak?"

"No, that's fine.  We pride ourselves on giving good service at a fair
price."

"So have you fooled around with your employees?"

"NO, of course not."  Swede struggled to speak calmly.

"Shame.  Judging by the bugle in your jeans, I'd say you like what you
see."  He squeezed his now fully erect cock and cupped his big low hanging
balls.  "I think I'm a pretty prime package, don't you."

"You're in excellent shape, but I run a pool maintenance business and this
isn't..."

"Isn't what?  Your cup of tea.  Huh, really?  Think about your estimate a
minute while I get us some lemonade."  He walked off to a door through
which was a fully equipped kitchen.  Swede walked around the pool, making
notes, stalling for time.  James returned with two tall glasses and handed
the young man a frosty cold drink.  Swede took a sip and asked a few
business questions.  James followed him as he asked routine questions and
sipped his drink.  He sat down by the sauna to make some more notes and
took another long gulp of lemonade.  James quietly smiled and carefully
flexed his hips so his boner would swing temptingly in front of his prey.

"James.  I will give you a price but I cannot guarantee that I can be the
one who will be here cleaning, or that I can even fit it into my schedule."

"Seems fair.  Although, I know from what you said that you have already
added some contracts and are looking to hire.  With what I am prepared to
pay you, you could possible hire someone part time to clear your time for
me.  Um, my pool."

"Hmmm, I still need to juggle a few things.  Where's your wife?  Do you
have the heat turned up in here?"

"Oh, Boobzilla is out with her girlfriends.  Undoubtedly trying to find
clothes to fit over those mammoth beasts she has.  The heat may be up a bit
higher than normal to account for a slightly cooler day.  We could go for a
swim."

Swede looked up and wiped his brow.  James seemed to be a bit blurry.  "A
swim?"  He shrugged and stood.  In a few seconds he was naked and diving
into the deep end of the pool, a naked James following after him.  As he
surfaced, James swam up and wrapped his arms around him.  A hard cock poked
against his own now hard cock.  "I don't, um, I need to swim."  He broke
free and did a couple of laps to break the tension building in his body.
His dick was still rock hard as he pulled himself from the pool and took
the towel offered by the older man.

"Maybe a sauna will help."  He tilted his head toward the cozy, windowless
wooden room and led Swede through the small door.  "Damn, you just fit."
Swede stumbled into the hot room and flopped onto a bench.  James stood in
front of him, then dropped to his knees and took Swede's cock in his hot
hand.

"No please."

"You didn't mind this last week when I sucked you off.  I think it's time
we go to the next step."

"No, please, I can't."

"Can't doesn't apply now.  Do you honestly think that big boner you're
sporting is just because you find me attractive?  Lemonade comes in handy.
And I intend to get some handy cum.  Bad pun, but relax kid." Swede blinked
as sweat filled his eyes and James swallowed his cock.  "The heat will help
relax you...more.  I had this sauna especially built, nice wide benches to
accommodate occasions like this." Swede gasped as the pleasure of James
sucking his dick replaced his inhibitions.  He had no clue how long the man
worked at his cock and balls but sometime later the beefy man pushed him to
his back and flat out on the bench.  "Next step Swede."

Swede closed his eyes as James lifted his thick legs and pushed them back.
A hot tongue found its way into his butt crack and then slid into his ass.
His mind reeled with the feelings of pleasure shooting through his frame.
James slicked and slobbered the pretty pucker then pushed back further on
the big man's legs.  He seemed to be pushing some hot gooey liquid into his
hole.  Swede tried to concentrate but couldn't get his mind to focus on
anything other than the pleasure in his dick and a new feeling in his ass.
He tried to move but his body wouldn't react.  The only response was to
James. A hot sweaty hand covered his mouth as he screamed when James
slammed his sweat-slicked cock into the virgin ass.  He rolled his head
back but seemed to be detached from the rape James was performing.  James
may have been older but he was strong.  Swede was no match for him in his
drugged state.  The pain of the big dick pummeling is ass slowly became
pleasure as James adjusted his position and hit a spot that sent an
electrical charge coursing through his bottom boy.  Swede's mind overloaded
trying to comprehend his feelings.  A few days ago he fucked two hot older
women. Today, he was the one being fucked.  James hands explored the big
swollen nipples. More ecstatic pain shot through Swede.

He didn't feel he had control of his arms to fight off the smaller but
muscular man.  James pressed his mouth hard against Swede's.  He was
prepared to fight for more control but was surprised when Swede's tongue
found his mouth.  The young man seemed to awaken to urges long suppressed.
He began to buck under the sweaty man as the slippery prick pounded the
butt.  James knew they were both moments away.  Swede moaned loud and long
as stream after stream of cum shot from his cock to bead up and puddle on
his sweaty chest and abs.  James pushed forward filling the prize ass with
a load of the older man's cream.  Both lay still panting and gasping for
air.

James pulled out and helped Swede to his feet.  The young man had no memory
of the few steps they took to the showers and then to the pool to cool off
in the slightly cooler water.  "You don't have to give me your estimate
today.  You can call to arrange a time to bring it out.  My wife will be
leaving on a little spa vacation next week so that would be good.  Swede
quietly shook his head.  His mind wasn't clear enough to argue at this
point.  It was three o'clock when he climbed back into his truck.  His cock
was still hard and his body craved more.  He practically ran full tilt
across the parking lot of his complex to get to his apartment.  Clothes
flew across the room as he splayed across the bed and feverishly stroked is
dick.  Another huge load shot up and splattered back down on his abs.  He
lay gasping then slowly ran his hand through the globs on his body and
raised it to his mouth.

Friday afternoon

Swede was pulling out the old pump when he heard a vehicle pull into the
driveway.  A couple of minutes later Scott walked into the pool area
carrying tools and a box of wire.

"Hi. I'm, Swede."  Scott looked right at the big man's chest. He stood at
nip level. Two big round hard erect nipples showing clearly under the snug
shirt.

"Scott.  So we need to run some new wiring?  Oooh, I see what you mean.
Damn, they were lucky this thing never caught fire, this is way under what
it should be."

"Will running new wire through the underground conduit be a problem?"

"Oh no.  Should only take us 90 minutes at most to do all of this."
Swede's face lit up as he turned to get his tools out of the way.  Scott
looked at the broad back and thick legs.  He quickly adjusted his cock.
The two men set quickly to work running the new wiring and installing the
new pump.  They worked well together as a team.  Scott had removed his
heavy uniform shirt to work in the warm, tight space.  The white athletic
shirt against his smooth black skin clung to every muscle.  Swede looked at
the lean hard body and handsome friendly face and felt more than his dick
stir.  Just then his mind shot back to the previous day and a shiver went
down his spine.

Sam had left them a house key so they could make all the inside
connections.  Scott slipped the last of the breaker covers in place and
nodded his head.  "That's it.  Flip the switch from here and see if it
works."  Swede flipped the breaker and they could hear the pump whir to
life.

"All right, that's terrific.  It wasn't as hard as I thought."

Scott looked up into the blue eyes. "No, it works out well if you have the
right tools.  This wiring and pump should last a long time."

"I can't thank you enough for helping."

"Oh glad to.  Sam and Joe are good friends and besides, they promised I
could come over to use the pool.  You doing all the maintenance on it?"

"Yep, I like these guys."

"Yeah they're good people."  They both reached down to pick up a pair of
pliers.  As their hands touched, their eyes met.  "I like hanging out with
them. I can relax and be myself."

Swede looked at the deep dark eyes.  "Really?"  Scott leaned in a lightly
pressed his lips to Swede's.

"Damn, sorry.  I shouldn't have done that."

Swede looked at him quietly and handed him the pliers.  "It's okay.  Just
be yourself."  He pulled Scott to him in a tight kiss and felt the heat of
the smaller man spread over his chest.  "I think it's what I need to be."

Joe pulled into the gas station to fill his bone-dry car.  Another car
pulled up to the pump next to his and inched up close to his.  Joe tried
not to look to see who the asshole was getting within a hair's breadth of
his bumper.  The car moved as the driver exited and closed the door.

"Damn, I thought I'd rattle you."  Joe looked up into the smiling face of
Spence.  He was in workout shorts and a cut off sweat shirt.  "How you
doing Joe?"  He offered his hand to shake.

"Good, how `bout you?  And you did rattle me."

"I'm good.  Left work early today to hit the gym and get home at a decent
time.  Friday night and all."

"Yeah, we're doing a quick workout at home instead.  We usually go to
dinner with our friends but everyone is busy on spring projects tonight so
we're on our own."

"Hey, you guys want to go to that Thai place in the square?  I really like
it.  I'm by myself tonight too."

"Uh, yeah sure.  I don't think Sam would have made any plans.  He was still
at the university when I last talked to him.  Too bad you already worked
out, you could join us."

"What are you doing?"

"Chest and tri's.  Or nipples and knuckles.  I don't remember. Short
workout but heavy."

"Hmm, I could use some more chest.  I feel inadequate every time I see you
two." Joe looked at the man's thick round pecs and heavily muscled
shoulders.

"Inadequate?  Dude you're like big beef.  Uh, stop over on your way home.
Do you have a change of clothes?"  Spence nodded.  "Well, then you could
shower and change at our place and we can go to the restaurant from there.
I'll make Sam drive.  That is if you don't mind showering with two gay men
in the house."

Spence gave him a funny look.  "Uh no, lord knows who I've showered with in
gyms over the years.  Super.  I'll follow you back."

Spence pulled his car into the driveway on Joe's side of the garage.  He
pulled his gym bag from the trunk and followed Joe into the house where Sam
was whipping up protein shakes for them.

"I found us a workout partner."

"Hey Spence, welcome.  Always happy to have someone join us in our little
house of pain."  Spence blinked.  "The gym.  I didn't mean like a torture
chamber, or the dungeon or anything..."

"I get it.  Just pulling your chain."  Joe excused himself to change.  "So
what are you whipping up?"

"Mmmmmm, my special high octane protein shakes for after our workout.  Puts
on muscle garrronteed.  Want one?"

"Yeah, I think around you two I need a bit of help."

Sam pursed his lips and shook his head no.  "Not really, you have plenty of
muscle.  But bigger is better my granddad always used to say.  Or was that
grandma?"

Spence glanced down.  "I'm betting on grandma."  Sam looked down at the
obvious meat in his shorts and blushed.  At that moment, the kitchen door
opened and in walked Steve and Matt.

"Hey guys, do you know Spence?"

"Yeah we met him briefly a couple of weeks ago, how you doing?"  Matt shook
Spence's big hand.  "You joining in on the workout?  My son blew me off for
a sleepover at a buddy's so Steve and I invited ourselves to workout here
and do dinner."

"Great.  Joe and I were talking about the Thai place in the square."

"You bet.  Love that place. Uh Sam...would you mind?"  Sam started two more
protein shakes.  "I don't know what you put into those things but I seem to
really keep a pump when I drink one."

"It was a recipe that came to me in my sleep, not sure but we seem to do
well with them too.  Making us bigger and beefier."

Spence studied Sam's broad thick frame.  "I'll take two."

Joe returned to the kitchen in his tight workout shorts and tank.  "No.
Just one.  They do have one small after effect.  I'll have gas pills for
everyone."

"Good news for me."  Steve swatted Matt's shoulder.

Sam put the shakes into the fridge, picked up a towel and headed to the
basement door.  "Okay girls, let's go make some muscle."

The `light' workout ended up being almost two hours.  Spence was
sweat-covered as he relaxed on the floor and leaned against the wall.
"Damn guys, that was pretty intense for a light workout.  I haven't felt my
chest this pumped in a long time."

Steve snickered.  "That'll learn ya when Sam and Joe say let's grab a quick
workout, ain't no such thing.  They're intense all the time.  You feel okay
though?"

Spence flexed his chest.  "Oh yeah, feel like I could crack walnuts between
my pecs."

"It's a good place to nestle your partner's d..." Matt slapped Joe on the
left pec.  "Oops.  We weren't too silly for you were we?  I mean, gay men
can get a bit off kilter when we gather in gaggles."

Spence shot him another confused look.  "Um, no.  I mean nothing that I
haven't heard before but admittedly, I don't generally work out with a
group of gay men who are this focused on pumping.  There are a lot of
straight men who don't hit the weights this hard."

Matt did a most muscular pose.  "We are a bit crazy."

"No.  Not crazy at all.  I need the incentive."

Sam came down the stairs carrying the bottles of protein shake.  "And this
will help give you more incentive and keep the pump.  Drink up."  Matt took
a long gulp and looked at the bottle.

"This tastes pretty good.  A lot of the protein shakes mixes taste like a
bunch of badly flavoured chemicals."

"Thank you.  A secret family recipe."  Joe rolled his eyes at Sam.

Matt licked his lips.  "He won't share the recipe.  If you want some he
will give you a list of things to buy, then will hand you a big jar of the
extra ingredient.  Sadly, it does cause a slight gas problem."

"I've been working to solve that.  Playing with the mix.  We'll see if they
ask us to leave the restaurant tonight.  It can also make you a bit horny."

Matt elbowed Steve.  "Well, don't fix that part."

Spence laughed.  "Well, that works if you aren't single.  And sadly
gentlemen, I am single."

Matt held out his hand to help him up from the floor.  "Aw, you just
haven't met the right person. Someday when you least expect it."

Spence sighed.  "From your lips to god's ears."

Sam sucked down the last of his shake.  "All righty then.  Let's hit the
showers and go get us some food.  You guys want to shower down here or use
the shower upstairs?"

Matt looked at Steve.  "No, we're okay with down here.  That giant locker
room size shower you put in can accommodate both of us and Spence too if he
is brave enough."

Spence shrugged.  "Sure, if it'll speed things up and get us to the
restaurant faster."  Sam and Joe headed upstairs to shower and left the
other three men alone in the basement locker shower.  Matt and Steve
chattered away as all three lathered up.  If Spence had a problem being
around gay men in the shower, his semi-hard cock covered it well.  Matt did
a double take when Spence turned to rinse.  He showed off the round bubble
butt of muscle.  Neither man hid their slightly swollen dicks from Spence.
Neither saw him staring at Matt's ass when he turned away.

They quickly dressed and met Sam and Joe in the kitchen. Joe offered to
take wine to the BYOB restaurant and hurried off to choose something.  Sam
offered Spence a ride and he gladly accepted.  He ran his clothes out to
his car and while he was gone Sam quizzed Steve and Matt.

Steve threw up his hands. "No clue.  If he's gay, he's pretty closeted.  If
he's straight, he's pretty comfortable with himself being around gay men.
He's tough to read."

Steve and Matt followed Sam to the restaurant.  As they waited in the
crowded entry way for a table, Scott and Swede wandered through the door.

Scott's face beamed.  "Hey guys.  Did you try the pool?"

Sam chuckled.  "No, it was a bit cool for that tonight."

Swede puffed out his chest.  "Well, Scott here helped me get the new pump
installed and we adjusted the heater and filter system so you are set to
go.  First nice day, jump in and play."

Joe studied the two men.  "Thanks.  We're anxious to have people over to
try it out.  Maybe next weekend.  Sam's heading to the cabin to take care
of a couple of things with Tank.  But he thinks he'll be back Friday
evening, so maybe next Saturday if it's warm we could try."

Swede puckered his mouth.  "Ya never know.  May can be iffy.  It's still
early but you could crank up the heat a bit.  And there's always the hot
tub."

Scott nodded.  "Count me in.  It's a beautiful setting.  I didn't realize
how secluded it is until we were working on it this afternoon.  Very nice."

Swede excused himself.  "I'm going to go pay for dinner.  My treat since
Scott was so great to help me with things today."  He wandered over to the
counter on the other side of the restaurant.

Sam, Joe, Steve and Matt all focused on Scott. The man stepped back
slightly.  "Whoa, easy fellas.  We're just having dinner.  Swede's a nice
guy."

"Just dinner."

Scott took a deep breath and shoved his hands in his pockets.  "Okay, damn
the pressure.  Something happened today, so we may sorta be on a date."

Joe's eyes got wide.  "Wow.  So Swede may be gay, eh?"

Scott dropped his head and looked around.  "I think he may just now, this
very minute being dealing with coming out of the closet."  He glanced over
at the tall young man.  "We kissed.  And then we really kissed.  And then a
well of emotion came out and he would have ripped my clothes off if we
hadn't been installing a pump."

Sam rubbed Scott's shoulder.  "Well, you know from experience to take it
slow.  Let him find his comfort level.  If it's right, he'll let it happen
and adjust.  We'd like to keep him as a friend no matter what."

Scott agreed.  "I get the feeling something happened recently that has set
him in motion to deal with his sexuality.  He's a great guy.  I like him a
lot.  Hey, I'll let you know.  Sam, if you go up to Tank's this week, I may
go along.  I spoke with Andy and there are a couple of things in the
basement with which he'd like help.  And what's up with him?  He seemed a
bit down.  Anyway, let me know.  Here comes dinner.  Oh and your table is
ready."

Swede guarded the big bag of tantalizing food from the five starving men.
"Catch ya later guys."  Matt watched them walked down the street.

"Now, that's an interesting contrast.  So what is up with Andy?"  *****

Pete sat at the table with Tank and sniffled.  Tank held the man's hand and
assured him all would be okay.  "I just meet these two men and this
happens."

Tank sighed.  "I know.  But the doctors seem pretty upbeat.  If the cancer
is restricted to just the one leg, they think they can get it all."

Harley set dessert in front of the two men.  "He's trying to put on a brave
front but losing the rest of the leg has him bummed.  And the cancer has
him scared.  Wonder when Header will be home?"

Tank looked at his watch.  "He said he would call if he decided to stay at
the hospital overnight.  The chemo they're hitting him with to quell any
other cancer cells will wipe out poor Andy."

Pete sighed and visibly shook.  "I've waited a long time to meet someone
like either of these two men, and here I've met them and now this."

"They seem to really like you too.  I think it's important that you be
around.  But don't expect Andy to be talkative.  Header will need a lot of
support.  Those two are the closest brothers I have ever met."

Pete quietly laughed.  "Yeah.  It's not every day you meet gay brothers who
are as close as any couple of lovers could be.  I can't believe my luck
that they both seem to want to be with me.  They keep saying serve me."

Tank smiled.  "You do know what they mean don't you?"

Pete scratched his head.  "Yeah, sort of.  But two of them.  How do you
handle that?"

Harley licked his spoon.  "Oh I think they'll help you work that out.  But,
it may be a while before things get back to normal."

Tank rubbed his boy's back.  "Yeah, knowing Andy he'll push through the
depression and want to get a new leg right away."

Pete looked at his hands.  "Can they do that?  Don't they have to wait?"

Harley tilted his head to listen to what he thought was Header's truck.
"They'll probably have him up and in therapy very quickly.  It might be a
while before they can fit him with a new leg.  Give him a trade in on the
old one so to speak."

Tank was about to comment when Header walked through the kitchen door.  He
kissed and hugged Tank and Harley and tightly wrapped his arms around Pete.
"How's Andy?"

"Out of it.  Doctors have to run a few tests to make sure they got all the
cancer.  It could still come back.  This type is pretty aggressive.  He's
pretty weak right now but told me he'd be back to running and whooping my
sorry ass in no time."  Tank smiled.

"He's a fighter all right.  Well, I'll remember him in my prayers."

Pete looked closely at Tank.  "You a believer?"

"In my own way.  And not in the hell fire god hates everyone way these
rightwing nutbags would have everyone believing.  I believe in a divine
being of love.  How else would I have had a wonderful man in my life like
Ted, segued to Sam and now Harley and have this tangled family mess of love
that I have.  There are powers stronger than us, but not hate-filled like
people say.  That's their way of scaring others.  What a lot of bull shit."

Pete relaxed.  "Good.  I ain't much for organized religions but I do
believe there is someone controlling my destiny."  He slipped his hand
around Header's waist.

Header sighed.  "It's been a long day.  I'm glad you're here and am hoping
you're staying over?  I need someone to hold me."

"That I can do.  Hopefully soon, I'll be holding the both of you."

Header snickered.  "Yeah, guess we have a few details to work out huh?  Did
you work tonight?"

"Yeah.  We had a job and I was on set-up and cook, so once my part was done
I got to leave.  I brought dinner over for these guys.  There's some in the
fridge for you if you're hungry.  Had a difficult time concentrating."

Header nodded toward the cottage.  "Thanks, but I don't have much of an
appetite. Come on.  Let's leave these two alone."

Tank pretended to be hurt.  "Something we said?  Well, Harley, guess we'll
have to amuse ourselves."  Harley was out of his shirt before the two men
closed the door.  They heard Tank laughing.  "Did I say we were going to
get naked?  Lord, don't you own ANY underwear?"

Header giggled.  "Tank's funny.  He's got a heart to match his body.
Harley's a lucky man."

"Funny, I was thinking I was the lucky one."

"Well, you will be tonight. Maybe.  I need to shower but part of me just
wants to sleep with you wrapped around me."

"Couldn't think of a better thing to do."  The two men stripped and got
under the hot shower.  Pete sensually lathered Header and washed him until
he was relaxed on one hand and horny on the other.  Header's cock popped up
and down as Pete toweled his furry body dry.  "You and Andy are so much
alike and yet worlds apart.  I have to keep pinching myself that I met you
guys."  Header reached out and pinched a succulent nipple.  "Hey!"

"You said pinched."  The two men climbed into bed and pulled the covers up
to their chins.  Pete wrapped his long frame around Header and kissed the
back of his neck.  They were both asleep in a matter of a few minutes.
*****

Swede seemed visibly nervous as they entered Scott's warm simple home.  He
followed Scott to the kitchen as they plated up their food.  The men
chatted quietly about the smell and which dish was their favourite.  Scott
watched Swede carefully and measured his comments cautiously.  They relaxed
in the living room watching a couple of shows Scott had recorded and
enjoying each other's company.  As they finished, Scott carried the plates
back to the kitchen then returned to the living room flopping down next to
Swede on the sofa.

"Look.  I know this all is a bit new for you.  And I, well, normally, I
want to just get someone like you naked and suck everything in sight, but.
I get the feeling you're feeling a bit uncomfortable."

Swede nodded slowly.  "You betcha.  Look, I only recently decided the
thoughts I've had for years, years, about men were okay.  But I don't have
a lot of experience at this.  In fact, some pretty bad experience."

"Bad?  In what way?"  Swede spilled his guts and told Scott everything that
had happened including fucking two women and being raped by James."

Scott sat quietly and rubbed Swede's leg.  "Okay the thing with the sex
with the two women would have gotten me all hot at one time.  Now it's
just, no, no.  But what James did was jus wrong.  Sounds like that date
rape drug.  I thought they had pretty much had that under control but I
guess if you want anything bad enough, you'll find a way to get it.  Sex
between two men doesn't have to be all one-sided.  It can be rough, it can
be tender or it can be pretty dull and vanilla.  Bottom line, it's whatever
you want it to be.

Swede quietly and very slowly agreed.  "Problem is I don't know what I want
it to be.  I admit when I see Joe and Sam and all you guys, well, all that
muscle.  Damn, I get hard thinking about it."

"Okay, so you like muscle?  The rest will fall into place in time.  But as
much as I would love for you to stay and go to bed with me, well, I ain't
going to push you into anything that you don't want."

"Thank you.  James really played with my mind." He thought for a while then
stood up, pulled off his T-shirt, kicked off his shoes, pushed his snug
jeans down over the thick quads, and stood quietly before Scott.  The
handsome black men looked up into Swede's somewhat still unsure eyes and
reached for the simple white briefs.  He slid his fingers under the
waistband and tugged.  Swede's cock was definitely in proportion to his
height.  Scott lightly stroked the growing tool and stood up.  Swede had to
bend over slightly to kiss the man but willingly held the kiss.  Scott
unbuttoned his shirt, kicked off his work boots, pulled the athletic shirt
over his head and reached for his jeans.  Swede stopped him.  He undid the
button and pushed the jeans down over Scott's thick cut thighs.  He stepped
from his pants and stood naked in front of Swede.  The tall blond gently
held the large ebony cock and ran his thumb over the piss-slit.  "Damn.
That's beautiful."  He dropped to his knees and lightly kissed it, licking
the shaft and sucking on the bulbous head.  He wrapped his arms around the
thick man and held tightly as the big dick nuzzled between his large round
pecs.  "Scott, please.  Let's go to bed."

Scott led him to the bedroom and stretched out on the large bed.  Swede
slid in next to him pulled him tightly against his large body and pressed
their mouths together. Years of denied desire came rushing out as Swede put
everything he had into passionate kisses with Scott.  Scott finally came up
for air.  "Are you always this way when you kiss?"

"No. I'm finally kissing someone I really want and need to kiss.  I've
never felt this hot over a woman, not matter how big her tits."

"Uh, so where do I fall in that comparison?"

"No comparison.  This chest is firm, hard muscle.  Oh fuck."  Swede made
love to Scott's whole body, top to bottom until Scott begged him to stop.

"Damn.  You learn quickly. I'm going to shoot my load though if you keep
that up and I haven't had a chance to experience any of your body."

"We have time.  Scott?"  Swede rolled to his back.  "I need you to fuck me
the right way.  Show me what a real man does."  Scott pulled him to the
center of the bed and began the slow, loving process of stretching his ass
to accommodate his cock.  Swede was moaning and begging by the time Scott
raised the long legs and pressed his dick into the eager pucker.  Swede
never cried out in any pain, just a long, low, lustful moan.  "Oh fuck
yeah.  Damn, Scott, you feel wonderful.  You feel like you should have been
up my ass a long time ago.  Oh shit, no, don't hit, no I don't want to cum
yet."  Scott switched his thrust to ride the swimmer's ass for a good hour
before apologizing and letting a butt filling stream of cum blast deep into
an out of control bucking, gasping, sweating pool man.  Swede's cock
rocketed a load between them that he anxiously scooped up and swallowed.

"Hmm, gee, I don't get many guys do that?"

"I've waited to long to have an experience like this.  I ain't wasting any
of it."  Scott playfully licked and sucked the big blond balls.  "Mmmm,
that feels so good.  You're making me hard again."

"That's my intention.  It's your turn."

"To what?"

"Fuck me."

Swede pushed himself up on one elbow.  "I've never fucked a man before."

"Hmmmm.  I'll talk you through this but be gentle at first.  Something
tells me that when you get to rocking the boat, it can tip over."

Swede laughed.  "I don't know about tip over, but I think I'm definitely
falling."

The five men sat around the family style table and had a long, variety
filled food fest.  Joe was glad he brought two bottles of wine.  They were
so enjoying the food and each other's company.  They told Spence all about
Sam and Joe's new cabin and how great it was going to be. And about
coordinating weekends to do the cabin and other weekends to have pool
parties at their house.

"Well, I'll throw my pool on the list.  I'd love to have you guys over.
You're a lot of fun."

"How secluded is your pool?  I mean, you're neighbors tend to look a little
more conservative than ours."  Joe leaned closer.  "I think your street is
a tad more republican."

"Oh fer sure, but fuck `em.  I have this great fence on both sides, the
house on one and woods on the fourth.  They'd have to be on their roofs or
really straining to see into my pool.  If I want to have a bunch of friends
over for a naked pool party, why not?"  Steve and Sam looked at each other
but decided not to comment.  Matt was about to say something when Steve
stopped him.  "And, I think I need to change gyms and work out with you
guys.  My chest feels super pumped.  I'm going to be so sore tomorrow.
I'll have to stand under a hot shower a log time tomorrow to get out the
kinks.  Bu they're good kinks."

Matt nodded knowingly.  "Well. We all sort of overlap in our workout times
so we never have one big group there all at once.  Except on the rare
occasion. But we have some really good intense workouts."

Steve agreed.  "And we encourage each in a supportive way.  None of us is
totally nuts.  Well, maybe Sam."

"What?  Why me?"

Matt gestured with his hand.  "Buddy, in the last two months it's like
you've just grown, everything is bigger."

Joe chuckled. "I'll drink to that."

"Stop staring at my crotch."

Joe smirked.  "See Spence, we joke around a lot so it makes working out
fun.  But we all keep an eye out for each other to spot and assist."

A big smile spread across Spence's face.  "Damn, that's just what I need.
No one inspirational at my current gym in town, boring old farts.  Lots of
money, not incentive."

Steve held up his wine.  "See it's perfect then.  None of us has a lot of
money but we make up for that in workout intensity."

Spence took a long drink of water.  "It's settled then.  As soon as I get
back from this latest trip to Chicago, I'll switch."  The five men held up
their various glasses in a toast.

Joe waved them down.  "But you realize that by working out with us, a group
of known gay men, the other people at the gym will assume you are too."

"Are too what?"

"Gay."

Spence set down his fork.  "Uh, Joe.  I've been watching you in line for
coffee or bagels for weeks.  I only recently connected that we live in the
same neighbourhood.  Everyone keeps making comments to me about being with
gay men. Why would I not want to be around you guys?"

Sam twisted his mouth to one side.  "Oops.  So, what you are telling us is
that you are gay?"  Spence shook his head and laughed.  "He's laughing at
us."

Steve tossed down his napkin.  "Okay, well, that settles it.  I'm not sure
you should work out with us, people will assume we like bagels."

Sam rolled his eyes.  "Nice try Stevie, but it's not the same.  So Spence
we apologize for labeling you as straight."

"Apology accepted."

Joe flushed a bright red.  "Damn, I just assumed wrongly.  You don't come
off as having a gay bone in your body.  In fact, it's pretty damned nice
body.  I mean the chest, the butt, the arms, and you always dress
conservatively.  Even in pullover's."

"I work for a very conservative looking company, but we are very diverse
and progressive.  Sometimes you just have to play the part."

Matt was quick to agree.  "That's so true of the job I just left.  And
look, there was me, and Joe.  And Tony and Bear."

Joe waved his wine glass. "I think there are about four others that I could
pick out."

Steve pulled Joe's back down under control.  "Anyway, we're glad to count
you as a bud and welcome you to our little family."

Sam agreed.  "And having another beefy boy to add to the gym group will
drive a couple homophobes nuts.  They'll have a hard time believing you as
gay."

Spence shrugged.  "That's nothing new.  I grew up lifting, playing sports,
being an all around man's man.  I was always plowing up the middle in
football.  That's how I got my nickname."

"Spence?"  Sam dropped his head and teased Joe.

Spence laughed.  "No, I was called Tank."

Joe nodded. "I can see that.  You're built like a Tank."

"Um, no, it's partly that.  Partly my name."

"Spence?"

Sam leaned against Steve.  "He can be so blond.  But I am embarrassed to
say, none of us knows your last name."

Spence sat there and blinked.  "Oh.  Come to think of it, I don't think I
ever gave anyone my last name.  Tank was short for Tankersley."

Sam and Joe's mouth dropped open.  "Say that again?"


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