Date: Tue, 2 Jan 2007 11:37:55 -0500
From: Ed Burau <lennoxbear@gmail.com>
Subject: Starting Again Chapter 24

Happy 2007!
Starting Again Chapter 24			by lennoxbear@gmail.com

Morning Light

Spence was up hustling about early the next morning.  He needed to finish
packing for his flight and business trip to Chicago.  He timed things to
squeeze in a workout with the few weights he had in his basement.  It was a
far cry from the set-up Sam and Joe had but it came in handy.  His workout
with them the night before had given him new incentive and direction for
building his own home gym.  He managed to give himself a good pump and a
good stiff hardon thinking about the four beefy men who had been his
workout partners the previous night.  He wanted the size Sam seemed to be
packing on, well all of them for that matter.  He had called a friend of
his when he got home last night to chat about special supplements.  His
friend had promised to get back to him the next day, hopefully before his
flight.

The one thing strange last night was the somewhat confusing reaction he got
from telling them his last name.  It was no big deal and certainly a common
enough name.  Joe seemed to want to ask more questions but Sam changed the
subject.  He glanced at the clock and calculated how much time he had
before having to be at the airport.  He was heading up the stairs to the
kitchen when the phone rang.  His friend was calling back to let him know
he could help him, in a matter of minutes if he wanted.  He hesitated for a
second then said yes.  Ten minutes and he would be on his way to being a
bigger and changed man.  His hands shook a bit as he sipped a cup of
coffee.  This visit from his friend might make it close for his getting to
the airport but he wanted to chance it.  After 10 minutes, he stripped off
his shirt and did a few poses in front of the mirror.  He figured he could
get a quick shower and still have plenty of time.

He glanced out the front door window and saw Steve, Matt and Joe on a
morning run.  Even on a cool May morning they were a hot sight in shorts
and T's.  His cock stirred in his own tight shorts as he headed to the
kitchen to wash his cup and turn off the coffee pot.  Chicago is always
good for intense workouts so he stripped off his shoes and stuck them in
his bag.  He was pondering a quick change to another pair of shorts when
the door bell rang.  The man standing outside was a contact he had made at
another gym.  Someone who took pride in his enhanced body.  "Hey Spence,
well, you're looking pretty good, puny compared to me but good.  So, here's
what you need."  He handed Spence the bottles and gave him directions.

"And this will help me pack on the muscle?"

"Oh yeah.  You may need more but you'll notice a difference with everything
real fast."  Spence nodded and handed him the cash.  "Why don't I give you
you're first hit before you take off?  Spence agreed and nodded toward the
bedroom.  He stripped down and eagerly stood waiting.  "Hmm, nice butt.  I
could give you another shot too to help that.  Ya know?"

"Uh, that's okay.  Let's stick with the first plan."  The big man pushed
him over and swabbed a spot on his ass. He pulled some skin up and plunged
in the needle.  Spence yelped and rubbed his sore butt when the man was
done.

"You're on your way.  Why don't I stick around a few minutes to see how you
feel."

"Why?"

"Well, everyone reacts a bit differently."

Spence shrugged and excused himself to shower.  He was lathering away and
imagining what it would be like to put on another 20 pounds of muscle when
the shower curtain opened and his source stood naked before him.  He wanted
to say something but his dick began to stiffen. The bigger man pushed him
to the floor.  A flash of heat shot through Spence as the big man painfully
tweaked his nipples.

"Thought I'd collect my tip."  Spence felt the man's big hands move him
around like he was a child.  "Gave you an extra little hit of something the
lab is working on as a going away gift."  All Spence could do was grunt as
the man's big cock plunged into his tight sore ass.

He woke up on the plane as the attendant informed him they would be landing
at O'Hare in 20 minutes.  He handed the man his empty glass and sat up.
His ass throbbed from the slamdunk fucking the man had put him through.
His cock hardened in his jeans as he fidgeted to get comfortable in the
seat.  Even in first class, the guy next to him stared as he shuffled
around. His snug jeans did little to hide the swollen stiff cock within.

For once he managed to have a quick experience at baggage claim and went to
pick up his rental.  It took another 30 minutes for him to get to his
hotel.  He had a difficult time concentrating on what the hotel clerk said
but found his room with no problem and tossed his bag on the bed. He
stripped and made a quick phone call.  As he unpacked his bag, he pondered
what to do with his new supplement program while in the room. He found a
secure spot with his clothes.  His head throbbed so he sucked down a couple
of aspirin and stretched out across the bed.

Also that morning...
 Joe rubbed his sore ankle and scowled at Sam.  "Damn, you kicked me a good
hard one last night when Spence said his name was Tankersley."  He held up
his leg as he pulled on his sock and running shoe.  "A simple nudge would
have sufficed."

"Sorry, guess I overreacted.  I'll make up for it later.  "We'll fuck three
times tonight."

"Oh okay.  Hmmm, only three? So do you think he could be related to Tank
and me?"  Sam slowly turned and stared at Joe.  "What?"

"I don't know how we missed it but Spence looks like Tank."

Joe's mouth dropped open.  "You think he could be Tank's son?"

"I don't know but while you run with Steve and Matt, I'm going to make some
calls to get some info and start searching for loose ends."

"You're not running with us?"

"No.  I'm feeling a bit tired this morning.  Think I may be coming down
with a cold."

"Oh, then stay away from me.  All deals are off."

"Hmmm. Until you get back from your run and I lick your big sweaty balls."
Sam nuzzled against Joe's back and ran his hands over the big pecs and
stiff nipples.  "And that big wet cock all sweaty sliding down my throat."

"Stop it.  Damn, now look.  I'm going to have to run with a stiff dick."

"I know how to push your buttons."

Joe headed off to the front door to warm up and wait for the guys.  "Damn
you, Sam."

Steve and Matt came jogging around the corner.  Joe had done several
warm-ups and fell in motion with them as they headed back to the main road.
Both men smiled and stifled small giggles.

"What?"

"Oh nothing.  Just that you always show up with a big flopping cock in your
shorts."

"What do you want me to do?  Sam likes to send me off with a um, happy
spirit for running."

Matt snorted. "Well, if that spirit gets any happier, it'll flop right out
of those shorts."

Steve grunted as they jogged along.  "Damn, now my dick is getting hard."

Matt glanced down.  "Again?  What are you drinking?"  The three men ran for
quite a while discussing Spence's surprise the night before.  As they
circled back around to Joe's Matt sighed.  "Can't believe I won't be
working all these Saturday and Sunday mornings as a routine anymore.  I
could get spoiled by this.  Is that Swede's truck in your driveway?"

Joe reached down to adjust his cock and balls.  The thought of Sam and
Swede went directly to his dick.  "I didn't know he was stopping over this
morning.  Hope everything is okay."

Matt stopped on the front sidewalk to catch his breath.  "Do you think
Scott and Swede did the big deed last night?"

Steve snorted.  "Of course he does, damn his dick is hard again.  How do
you manage to run with a hardon, damn.  I'd think that would be painful."

"It didn't happen until I saw the truck I'll have you know.  So there.  You
guys want to uh, stop for a cup of coffee?  Maybe some scoop on last
night's dinner."

Steve and Matt looked at each other.  "I'm glad he asked otherwise I would
have had to embarrass myself and beg for coffee."  Joe shook his head and
rolled his eyes.

Swede was seated at the kitchen counter with Sam.  Joe walked in and
motioned to Sam that Steve and Matt were behind him.  Sam got up to get
coffee mugs.  "Morning guys.  How was the run?"

"Good.  Gets the blood really moving."  Matt turned to get cream from the
refrigerator.

Swede sipped his coffee and studied the beefy butt.  "Damn Matt.  You have
the best butt ever."  Matt slowly turned back to look at Swede.

Sam sat back down on his stool.  "Swede was just telling me that he blew
open his closet door last night with Scott."

"We fucked like bunnies."  Swede beamed as Matt crossed over to Steve.

"He evidently had a good time."  Steve rubbed Matt's beefy butt.  "And I
agree with you Swede.  Yum-butt."

"The man could fuck me for hours it felt so good to not be living a lie
anymore."

"Stamina is not a problem for either of them."  Sam surmised.

Steve tilted his head to one side.  "We sorta gather that.  So where's
Scott?"

"He got called out for a freezer breakdown at the store where you worked
Matt?  Congratulations on the new job by the way."

"Thanks.  So he's brightening Tony and Bear's morning.  And you just came
out of the closet?"

"Yeah.  I've been fighting it for a long, long time and then the other day
I got raped and then the next day met Scott and it's like he's the gentlest
lover okay, maybe not so gentle and all my real feelings just exploded."

Joe choked back some coffee.  "Exploded.  Descriptive.  Raped?'

Sam rubbed Joe's sweat soaked shorts.  "Yeah, a weird story."

Swede nodded.  "I'm not sure I can talk about it again right now.  Scott
made me feel so good about myself. This guy who forced me, well, he's a
real nutbag closet case in my book."

Matt put his hand over top of Swede's on the counter.  "Well, you're among
friends now and we stick up for and protect each other.  Especially Joe.
He seems to stick up really well when running."  Joe glanced down at his
crotch and his semi-rigid dick outlined in his sweaty wet shorts.  *****

Scott wandered into the big store shortly after 7:00.  He signed in at the
customer service desk and headed back to the meat department to find Tony.
The lean man was actually wearing a company jacket that fit him this
morning and jeans that didn't look four sizes too large.  Scott smiled at
the transformation.  Tony was elated to see him as Bear pushed another cart
of meat to another freezer.  Bear shook his hand, looked around at the
still quiet store and gave Scott a big hug.

"Dude, do your magic before he makes me move a trainload of meat."

Scott threw his arm over Bear's thick shoulders.  "I'll get right on it.
How are you boys this morning?"

Tony closed the door on the display case where he had just finished putting
out a huge display of fresh cuts from the freezer. "We're good.  Had a
great night together, something we don't always get to do too often.  You?"

Scott leaned against the frame of the freezer door.  "Well. I may have met
the man with whom I want to spend all my time." Tony and Bear put down the
things they were doing and followed him into the freezer control room.  "It
was a chance meeting thanks to Sam and Joe.  Big, beefy, unbelievably
muscular body, dick of death and versatile.  Damn, I'm in trouble."

Tony pulled the door closed to keep other staff from hearing.  "You think
you're falling already?"

"Huh?  No, this unit is totally dead. I need to get some stuff from the
truck. And well, yeah.  The other I might be in love.  Oh fuck, I'd be a
permanent bottom boy if Swede asked me."

Tony and Bear smiled.  "Ahhhhhhh."

Scott smiled.  "Okay, maybe not permanent.  He has one sweet ass."

"What about Ron?"

Scott shrugged.  "He's just going out in life and into the world.  I bet he
meets someone when he gets to college.  The challenge will be if he can be
out on a college football team."

Bear rubbed a frozen roast against his crotch.  "Uh, that's enough talk.
I'm getting way too horny and we have our whole shift ahead of us."  Tony
playfully tweaked a nipple.  "Uhhhh, don't.  I'll be sporting a rod all day
thinking about sex."

Tony smiled as he headed back out to the tables.  "Pretty much assures me
of one hot night."

Scott chuckled.  "I'll let you two horndogs get back to work and I better
get this thing chugging again or you will have lots of thawed meat to move.
Ooooo beef sale."

Bear squeezed his shoulder.  "That sounds a lot like the date you had last
night."  ****

Ken and Bill were up and getting ready to go to the gym when Steve and Matt
came jogging back into the driveway.  "Good morning guys.  How was the
run?"

"Good.  Great start to the day.  Um, going to work out eh?"

"Yeah, we have some things on our to do list for this afternoon so we
wanted to get a workout done before it got too late and we were too tired."

Steve turned to Matt.  "You up for a workout?"

"You mean in the gym or the b...?"

"THE GYM!  All that talk about Scott and Swede got you going eh?"

Bill perked up his ears?  "Scott?  Swede?  The pool guy for Sam and Joe?"

Matt nodded.  "Yeah, they had a little coming out party last night."

"Oh, I'll be damned."  Bill rubbed Ken's back.

Ken tossed his bag into the truck.  "Noooooooo, workout first, fuck later.
Let's go.  You guys want to join us."

Matt headed toward the back door.  "Yep, we're just going to grab our bags
and see you there."  Sam the Shepherd came bouncing out the back door.
"And let out the dog."

"See you there."

Sam and Joe were about to walk out the door to the gym when the phone rang.
Sam scooped up the cordless and pressed the button.  "Hey guy, how are you?
Really wow, that was quick.  Yeah, just send it to my email account and
I'll get it to the guys who do search work.  Super.  Does he suspect?  Oh.
Yeah he seemed down about it but this could be good news too.  Great, yeah
be there Wednesday.  Awww.  And Pete?  Really?  Well, give him our love.
And a big hug.  Yeah later guy."

Joe threw his bag over his shoulder.  "What was that all about?"

"That was Harley.  I called him to ask him to try to get some info we could
use to search out if Spence is Tank's son.  He's quick.  I think he asked
all the questions while they were having sex so Tank didn't catch on.  Says
Tank is really bummed after meeting Dave and Dave Jr., and knowing that
Matt has a son.  And then there's Gus and Buzz and Tim.  And that my family
seems to have no problems with gay-straight family stuff."

"Yeah, you're such the typical American family."

"Aren't we though?  Anyway, he's sending me everything he found out in an
email and I can submit it to this search firm I hired when I was trying to
solve the Sam, Sam, Ted confusion.  Oh and, well, Andy's having a rough
time losing the rest of his leg.  They think they got all the cancer but
have to run more tests.  Meantime, Pete has fallen head over heels and
won't leave Header's side."

"Ah, that's sweet.  They're a couple."

"Threesome.  He's got it bad for both Header and Andy."

"Wow, isn't that convenient?  And hot?"

"Down boy.  We're going to the gym first."

"And."

"Then to the store."

"And."

"Then to run some errands."

"So when do I get fucked?"

"We'll see.  I'm fucking you in my mind right now."

Joe tossed his bag into the truck.  "Lotta good that does me."  Sam shot
him a big smile and laugh.  "And by the looks of that basket.  It ain't all
in your mind.  That thing better go down before we get to the gym."

"Or you could go down on the way to the gym?"

Joe settled into the truck's passenger seat.  "Hmmmm, oh yeah."  *****

Swede lurched into a parking spot outside the coffee shop.  His long legs
stretched to the ground before he was completely out of the truck.  The day
was warming up nicely so he threw his jacket back into the truck.  Inside
the shop a young man seated at a corner window table watched the big truck
and tall heavily muscled man.  His eyes widened and he took a long sip of
his coffee to calm his nerves.  Swede jogged a quick couple of steps across
the lot to avoid getting hit by soccer moms in their SUV's.  The big pecs
bounced as he ran those few steps.  The young man watching him whimpered.

Swede walked in looked toward the corner table and waved.  He motioned that
he was going to get coffee, and came over to the table in a couple of
minutes.

"Hi, I'm Swede."

"Yes sir.  I saw you get out of the truck with your name on it."

"Oh yeah.  Advertising pays I guess.  So."

"I'm Gary."

"And what makes you think you want to do pool work for the summer?"

"I need a job sir and am willing to do whatever.  We have a pool and I take
care of it all the time by myself.  It's always in clean shape and
perfectly in balance.  And I love working out doors and will do any heavy
work that goes with it."

"That's good, it can be long days and hot when the weather starts to soar
in July.  What made you call me?"

"Well, my friend Dave from school, his uncle hired you and said you
mentioned you might need to hire someone, so I took a chance."

"Who's the uncle?"

"Sam Chambers."

Swede got a big smile across his face.  "Small world.  I was just over
there talking to them this morning.  Sam and Joe are nice guys."

"The best sir.  Here's a resume and some info on me."

"You're 17?  So you're about a year or so behind Sam's nephew?"

"Yes sir, but I'll work really hard and I like being outside and I like
doing pool stuff and I'm handy with tools but ..."

"But what?"

"I know I'm young."

"Everyone has to start somewhere."  ***** The knock on the door woke him up
from a slight snooze.  The hotel had sent up a guy with the towels he had
requested.  Through the peephole the man held promise.  Spence went to open
the door, turned the knob, opened it about six inches and felt himself hit
the floor.

"Sir.  Sir.  Are you all right?"  Spence blinked and shook his head to
focus.  The bell man stood over him pressing a cool wash cloth on his
forehead.

"Yeah. I think so.  Did I pass out?"

"Not totally but you went down hard so I lifted you onto the bed." Spence
squinted at the young man until he could see the ruggedly handsome face and
broad shoulders.  "Do you want me to call a doctor?"

"No. I think I'm okay.  Just light headed."  And naked.  "Oh gees.  How
often do you have to help a naked man in the hotel?"

"More often than you might realize.  Not all of them as good looking or
built as well as you.  Why don't you lie there and I'll go get you some
juice.  Be right back."  The man carefully closed the door part way and in
a few minutes came back with a small carafe of orange juice. He poured
Spence a glass and watched as he drank it down.  "Better?"  Spence nodded.
"I think you need one more thing to help you relax."  He slid to his knees
beside the bed, wrapped his hand around the base of the big fat balls and
stiff cock and licked the big head.  Twenty minutes later Spence unloaded a
thick helping of cream down the tight throat.  He kissed Spence and smiled.
"You're getting a bruise on your forehead."

Spence winced as he felt the knot on his head.  "Can I give you a food
order?  I don't think I can handle going out."

"Yeah.  I don't think I'd recommend it.  Tell me what you want and I'll
place the order.  I'll come back later and be dessert if you want."

"Yeah, I want."

Evening Sam and Joe met up with several of their friends for a fun dinner
at a local brew pub.  The beer flowed as they all took turns buying
pitchers to share as a taste test.  Officer John kept tabs of everyone's
drinks who was driving and cut people off at their limits.

He knew Buzz was getting a bit tipsy but that they would still manage to
have hot sex no matter what.  Keeping Buzz under control to keep his
clothes on became the biggest challenge.  They all hugged in the parking
lot and headed for their respective beds.  One of the highlights was Scott
coming along with is new buddy, Swede.  The muscleheads wasted no time
welcoming him into the family.

Buzz flopped into the new Charger and giggled.  John shook his head and
fought back his own laughter at Buzz.  "What has you so silly?  You're a
cheap drunk you know?"

"Buzz nodded enthusiastically.  "Oh yeah, three beers, especially those
ones we had tonight and I'm buzzing.  HA.  Buzz. Buzzing.  Get it?"

"Oh good grief.  Are you going to be able to stay awake tonight?"

"Oh yeah.  Besides, you can just fuck me no matter what.  So, anyway.
Scott's new friend, Swede.  Is it me or is he like really tall?"

John rolled his eyes.  "He's like 6'6" buddy, that's tall.  And all
muscle."

"Do you think it's in proportion?"

"Um, I wouldn't know."

Buzz giggled again.  "It must be from the way Scott was smiling."

"You're a goof ball."

Sam pulled the big truck into the garage and watched as Joe slid out from
the passenger side and carefully walked to the kitchen.  "You're a bit
drunk aren't you?"

"Oh man, that beer was potent.  How much did I drink?"

"Four big big glasses, probably the equivalent of a pitcher."

"Damn. Whoa, I gotta pee."  He hurried off to their bathroom as Sam
followed behind.  Sam slowly stripped as Joe took care of business.  "Damn,
I thinking the whole pitcher is passing through.  Oh man, I need to clean
myself so we can fuck me."

"We?"

"Yeah, well you.  Hey you're naked?  Damn, you're ahead of me.  Whoops."
Joe's shoe went skittering across the floor.

"Let me help.  I'll even help clean you."

"Oh Sam. You'd do that for me."

Sam slipped Joe's t-shirt up over his head and hugged the warm beefy body
to his.  "I'd do anything nutbag.  Come on now."  He slowly stripped Joe
out of his jeans and socks and helped the man to his feet.  Joe steadied
himself against the wall as Sam got the shower going good and hot.  He
pulled Joe to him under the intense spray and kissed him hard.  "You
cleaned yourself before you went to dinner so you can't be too bad, let's
just do a quick job."  A few minutes later, Joe was clean and sobering
quickly as Sam played with his body in the hot shower.  Sam's hands were
everywhere sensually lathering and caressing the firm muscles.  Joe turned
and bent forward as Sam's turgid cock slid into its favourite place.

"Oh holy fuck.  Damn, love it Sam. Hold still, hold me.  Push that frigging
beast as deep as you, fuck yeah, oh my." Joe couldn't believe the feeling
of how big the cock seemed to be that was deep inside him.  He leaned back
and breathed short gasps as Sam's hands worked his big round pecs.

"You are one hot young man Joe.  Let's see what happens when I move a
little this way."  Joe gasped as his cock spewed rockets of cum covering
the shower wall.  "Yeah, how'd that feel?"

"Sam, I can't believe how you know exactly what to do to me.  Did you cum?"

"Not yet, clench your but."  Joe told as he was told as Sam pushed in
another inch and began filling his boy with his hot juice.  "Damn, that's a
sweet ass."

"Oh fuck.  Get my plug, I don't want to lose a drop of your jism."

The next morning Joe sat on the edge of the bed and sighed.  "Damn, remind
not to drink that potent beer on an empty stomach."

"Don't drink that beer on an empty stomach."  He smacked Sam on his left
pec.  "Hey, I did what you asked of me."

"What time is it?"

"It's eight.  I started coffee a few minutes ago.  How're you feeling?"

"My heads a bit sore but not as sore as my ass.  What did you fuck me with
last night?"

"Just my trusty friend here.  But you have your plug shoved in there."

"Oh.  Damn. I need to pee."  Joe stumbled to the bathroom as Sam pulled on
shorts and a T-shirt to retrieve the paper from the front yard.  He waved
as John, Buzz, Steve and Matt jogged by.  Followed a minute later by Ken,
Bill, Scott and Swede.  He smiled at the thought of the beef on the hoof
and wondered if the neighbours had any clue all those muscleheadz jogging
by were gay.  Joe wandered into the kitchen and poured himself some coffee.

"I just saw John, Buzz..."

"Yeah, yeah, I saw them.  Damn showoffs.  At least Spence wasn't with
them."

"Spence is in Chicago, but if he were here he'd..."

"Oh don't remind me.  Damn, why am I so hungover?"  *****

Spence pinched the skin on the side of his butt and stabbed it with the
needle.  He swabbed the area clean again and downed a glass of water with
the second tablet his source gave him.  He could feel the heat, or what he
thought was heat surging through his body as he dressed for the gym.  By
the time he walked the two blocks to the gym he was primed and ready to
pump some heavy weight.  The place wasn't too busy.  His eyes were pulled
to a group of three black musclemen pumping chest in the corner.  His cock
stiffened somewhat as he approached them.

"Hey guys, mind if a puny guy like me works in with you?"

The biggest guy turned toward him, eyed him up from head to toe and smiled.
Spence's nipples were swollen and visible under the snug T.  His cock was
not hard but obviously happy about what he saw.  The man shot a quick
glance at his workout buddies and stuck out his hand.  "Sure thing.  You
ain't so puny.  Name's Ty.  This is Tag and that's Tom."  All three were
muscular and covered with thick veins.  Ty's shorts did little to hide the
big slab of manmeat between the legs.

Spence worked hard for the next thirty minutes until he was sweating freely
and reveling in the pump surging through his chest.  "Damn, this feels
great."  The three men took him through the rest of their routine in the
next hour.  Spence worked hard and concentrated on the blood filling his
hungry muscles.  Tom nudged Ty and nodded at Spence's erection in the snug
shorts.  He turned quietly toward Ty and whispered.  "This dude's ready for
more than pushing iron.  I bet that throat can suck down any of our cocks
and did you see that ass. Mmm."

Ty nodded and tweaked his nipple.  "Let's do another 30 minutes then head
out.  We'll take the back way."  Spence thanked the three men did a couple
quick poses to check his reflection and smiled.  Damn good workout.  "So,
you heading back to your hotel?"

"Yeah, guess I'll shower there."

"Super, well come along with us.  There's a tunnel that joins all these
buildings.  We work security and know how to get you back to your hotel
without having to go outside.  It's starting to rain."  Spence nodded and
followed the three of them into the locker room to collect his stuff.  He
peeled off his wet shorts and underwear and pulled on a pair of baggy
pants.  The others did likewise.  Tag led them through the gym, down a
stairwell and unlocked a door into a brightly lit tunnel.  The four men
joked as they walked through the first building.  Tag unlocked another door
and Spence followed his new buds.  About 20 yards down the tunnel, Ty
dropped his bag, turned to Spence and pulled the man to him in a hard kiss.
"What's great about these tunnels, especially on the weekend, is that no
one uses them, except us.  On your knees buddy.  You were eyeing my meat
during the whole workout, time to give you a taste of it."  Spence's sexual
needs washed over him. A buzzing seemed to fill his brain.  He didn't think
twice as he dropped to his knees in front of Ty and eagerly waited for the
huge man to pull one enormous cock from the baggy pants.  "Open wide.  You
wanted a taste, you got it."  Spence nursed on the big prick and soon had
it stiff and shiny with spit.  It slid easily down his throat.  Tom and Tag
stripped off his clothes while he sucked on Ty's tool.  He became aware
that the other two men were now also naked and stroking stiff thick cocks.
They circled around him and took turns fucking his open throat.  Spence
seemed to float above the men and didn't even attempt to fight them off.
He worked at the three big thick black cocks.  His tongue licked and
cleaned sweat from their lemon-sized balls.  When Tom turned to open his
butt hole before him, Spence's mind snapped.  He couldn't control himself.

Had anyone walked down that tunnel, they would have found a beefy, naked
sex-starved white man sucking cock and eating the asses of three black
muscle men.  As the need for release built up inside Spence, he transferred
that to his three masters.  Ty once again filled his throat as Tag pushed
his long, thinner prick deep into Spence's round muscle butt.  The three
men took turns face-fucking and ass-splitting Spence.  When Ty took his
dick and rammed it balls deep into the white boy's ass, Spence swallowed
Tom's curved ebony tool to the hilt.  The biggest of the three cocks filled
Spence's hole with stream after stream of thick white goo.  Tag and Tom
jacked off and sent their loads splashing across Spence's sweat-covered
back.  Ty slowly slid down the opposite wall to sit on the floor. His shiny
ass-slime-covered cock was still hard and proud.  Spence straddled the
shiny dick and impaled himself.  Ty reached around and forcefully stroked
Spence's cock.  Ribbons of cum shot up until Tag swallowed the man's still
convulsing cock.  Tom helped Spence to his knees and the three black men
surrounded him with deep kisses and nipple tweaks.

Ty finally hugged Spence to him.  "He licked the back of Spence's neck and
squeezed him tight.  "We have to get home and cleaned up to go to work.
That was awesome.  How long are you in town?"

"Until Thursday morning, I fly home then."

Tom handed Spence a card.  "That's my number.  We'd like to do this again
but maybe in a bed.  We don't want you to think we going around raping
muscle pups.  We can show you a better time in a proper setting."

"Better?  Gees, I got three men to dump their loads all over me, fuck me
till my ass lips probably look like an ad for Botox, and my throat is
stretched from that big log of a cock between Ty's legs.  Better?  Really?"

Ty pulled his T-shirt back over his sweaty chest.  "Yep, imagine how fun it
could be if we didn't have to go to work."

Spence sat on the floor.  "Wow, damn, I'm still horny.  I'll give you guys
a call but I can't make any promises.  My boss keeps me pretty busy on
these trips."

Tom pulled on his baggy pants.  "Tag and I gotta run.  Keep us in mind. Ty,
later bro."  They watched the two men hurry down the hall and through
another door.

Ty pulled Spence to him and smiled.  "You are like a man possessed over
sex."  He placed his large hand on the back of Spence's head and pressed
their mouths together.  Spence felt Ty's sexual energy pass to him.  The
two men embraced tightly, locked in a deep long kiss."

Spence leaned against the much bigger man.  "Do you have to go to work?"

"Yep, sorry.  Buddy, I don't know what cycle you're on but just keep the
one for muscle building.  I'm betting they gave you something to enhance
your sex drive.  Not sure that's such a good idea."

"Nah, nothing like that."

Ty looked into Spence's eyes a long time.  "I'm not so sure.  Take it from
someone who has done a cycle or two in his time.  They slipped you
something besides the muscle growth enhancer.  I like sex as much as the
next guy, but some of the shit out there can get you into a truckload of
trouble.  You're a good looking man and ya don't need nothing to turn you
into some brain dead sex-starved freak.  Be careful. Later."  He gave him
another quick kiss.  "You're hotel is through that door and up two flights
of stairs.  Don't work too hard."  Spence watched the large man leave
though the same door as the other two.  He stood naked and cold in the
dimly lit tunnel.  As he pulled his clothes back on, the heat and need for
more sex washed back over him.  The hotel lobby was bustling with weekend
travelers as Spence emerged from the seldom-used doorway.  His body was hot
for sex.  The large sore nipples stood out proudly against the cotton T.
His dick pushed out against the loose material of his baggy pants.  His
mind reeled from the sex he had just had with three hot men.  Fortunately,
the elevator was empty when the door opened.  No one else was around to get
on.  Spence leaned against the side of the cube and pushed the button for
the 20th floor.  The doors slid shut and were almost closed when a large
hand pushed them back open.

"Oh sorry, didn't know anyone was on this thing.  Ah, we're on the same
floor.  Well, at least that's convenient."  Spence looked up into the
brightest blue eyes he had ever seen.  The big, big man was a wall of
muscle in a tight black pullover, worn jeans and carrying a brief case.  He
shot Spence a big wide smile surrounded by a thick moustache and goatee.
The thick facial hair countered the shaved head.  Spence felt his nuts
throb as he inhaled the man's heavy masculine clean smell.  "Must have been
some workout.  You look whipped."

"Yeah, it got pretty intense.  Three other guys worked me good."  The man
studied him with that remark and lifted his big meaty arm to scratch his
head.  The biceps flexed into a huge hard round ball.  Spence stared trying
to calculate just how big those arms had to be.  As big as the man was, he
had a small waist and lean body composition.  "I'm always ready for a good
workout.  The man's intense gaze only made his cock harder and his balls
ache for relief.

"Well, you need to rest appropriately to allow the muscles to grow and not
overwork them."

"Yeah, I think I'm going to take a nap now."

"Ah, our floor.  After you."  Spence smiled up at the big man, walked out
of the elevator, turned down the hall toward his room and felt the walls
start to spin.  He walked a few yards and fumbled with his door key.

"We're right across the hall from each other.  I'm meeting a buddy of mine
tomorrow for a workout.  He's a trainer.  You're welcome to join
us. Buddy?"

Spence turned to thank the man and accept the offer but instead fell face
forward into the big man's chest.  *****

Sam studied the email from Harley and the response he had just received
back from the guys who had done family and genealogic searches for him a
couple of weeks prior.  Joe walked into the room sipping another cup of
coffee.

"I am finally starting to feel human again after all that beer last night.
Don't ever let me get that drunk again."

Sam laughed.  "You and Buzz are like the cheapest drunks.  You get high
from the fumes when we have a glass of wine with dinner."

"I'm not that bad."

"Ha.  How many times did you get off last night when we were having sex?"
Joe blinked and shrugged.  "Yeah, no idea.  Couple a beers and you're a
cheap whore."

He walked over and leaned against Sam.  "But I'm your whore daddy."

"Yes you are and I'll be doing a check of your nuts later to see if you've
recovered."  A big grin spread across Joe's face.  "I said later.  Hey, I
got an email from my nephew.  Seems that Swede hired his buddy Gary to work
pool maintenance for the summer."

Joe looked skeptically at the screen.  "Bet he didn't tell Swede he is gay.
The kid's gonna be popping a boner all summer around that big man."

"Chances are Swede didn't tell him either.  Still, they should be honest
with each other.  It'll be better for their working relationship.  Gary
will still have a boner all summer but at least he won't feel as guilty
about it.  And then there's this."  Sam handed Joe the printouts he had
received from his contacts.  Joe scanned the pages and sat on the edge of
the desk.

"Damn I got myself another cousin.  And Tank has a son."  He looked back at
the paper.  "Well, we knew he had a son, but this is good for him.  And
Spence.  I guess?"

"Yeah, that's a good question.  How do we tell Spence we know his dad and
does he want to make amends?  Tank said it's been something like what?
Fifteen years since he had any contact with him.  His mother doesn't sound
too tightly wrapped."

"So how do we...or do we, get them together?"

"Hmmm.  We know Tank wants his son back in his life.  We aren't sure about
Spence.  We have to think of a subtle way of springing this on him.  Before
we say anything to Tank.  And if Spence decides he'd rather not be in
Tank's life, then we have to keep a secret."

"Yeah but what happens if he says he doesn't want to know, and he goes to
the cabin with us and meets Tank and well, things happen?"

Sam laughed.  "Tank is a pretty down to earth likable guy.  The worst they
could be is friends.  Of course, they could end up having sex with Harley
there."

"Poor Harley.  He'd have to not blurt it out during sex."

"That's easy enough, just tell him to always keep a cock in his mouth.
Hope he doesn't talk in his sleep."

"Do you really think Tank would be Spence's type or that he'd be interested
in a big beefy Daddy at all."  Joe and Sam looked at each other then broke
up laughing.  "Okay, really stupid question.  We know for a fact that
Spence likes hyper-masculine men and that pretty much sums Tank up in a nut
shell."

Sam rubbed his big hand across his broad pecs.  "That pretty much sums up
all of our friends.  Including the straight ones.  So what do you think
Spence is doing now?  Should we try calling his cell?"

Spence's' cell phone was off and stuck in the bottom of his gym bag.  He
woke up stretched on his hotel room bed with the big man holding a cool
wash cloth on his forehead.

"Hey, you okay?  You blacked out on me there."

Spence looked up into the steely blue eyes and felt a hot bolt of sexual
desire shoot through his body.  He struggled to his elbows.  "I think I'm
okay.  This happened last night too."

"That explains the knot on your forehead.  Have you eaten anything?"
Spence shook his head no.  "Hmmmm, well, I have a couple of protein bars.
I'll get you one to tide you over until you get some food into your body."
There was a light knock on the door.  "Ah, that would be Tom.  My doctor is
here on business and in the hotel so I called him.  You really scared me
and went down hard."  Spence watched as the beefy butt made its way to the
door.  A mature, salt and pepper haired man in a tight T-shirt and snug
jeans walked in and hugged the big man.  He was not as tall as the first
guy but still well-muscled.  The familiar stiffness returned to Spence's
cock.

"Hi, I'm Tom.  I hear you blacked out and hit your head."

"Yeah.  I think I'm okay.  Just had too intense of a workout and a, um, a
uh, bit of an after workout um workout."

Tom checked his pulse and looked into his eyes.  "You reek of man sex.
What's your name?"

"Spence.  What?  Huh?  I do?  Look, I'll be okay.  It just got a bit rough
and I should have eaten and I just need a nap.  So thanks...I don't know
your name."  Spence reached out to the first man from the elevator.

The first big man stepped back over to Spence and held out his hand.
"Eric.  Eric Stout."  *****

Sam and Joe walked through the aisles of the grocery store reading labels
and stocking up on good food items for the warmer weather to come soon.
Joe tried to sneak a box of Little Debbie's into the cart but Sam caught
him and scowled.

"We eat enough stuff that's high in sugar without over dosing.  I'm sure we
can find healthier snacks."  Joe muttered under his breath.  "What?  Have
something to say boy?"

"Awww, every now and then I get a craving."  Sam bounced his left pec.
"For more than beef, whacko."

"I agree, but I'd rather we occasionally do a good quality ice cream than
preservative heavy snacks."

Joe brightened.  "Okay.  I can live with that."  They rounded a corner to
the next partially blocked next aisle.  "Boy, sometimes it's just a
nuisance to shop here."  The man checking stock quickly moved to get the
pallet jack out of the way then stopped.  "Hi Bear."

Bear moved the pallet, then looked both ways before giving both men a quick
kiss on the cheek.  "Hey guys.  Spending your Saturday shopping, glad to
see you here?  Anything I can help you find?  Or are you looking for a big
meat item?"

Sam looked down the aisle.  "Why?  Where is Tony?"

"Oh he's on a break.  You know those butchers. They can only work their
meat so long."

Sam dropped his head to his chest and groaned.  "So I hear.  Hey buddy,
you're looking a bit thinner."

"Yeah."  Bear straightened up and flexed his big chest.  "Dropped five
pounds.  Being around you guys has its benefits.  Although, Tony doesn't
want me to lost too much.  He likes 'em beefy."

Joe rubbed Bear's shoulder.  "I don't think you'd ever be petite.  He's
always going to have his beef.  You guys coming over later?  We thought
we'd do burgers and beans, simple stuff."

"Sure sounds good.  We need to get home and nap a bit first.  These early
hours are killers.  Now I know why Matt didn't think twice when he got that
new job."

Sam nodded.  "Yeah, we're a consumer society so we have to have people like
you working all hours.  I for one appreciate it.  Oh damn, phone, excuse
me."  Sam walked away from the shoppers to be out of the way while Joe and
Bear continued to talk.  Bear was paged away before he could get back to
them.

"Who was on the phone?"

"Harley.  There's too much sodium in that, we can make it ourselves and it
would be healthier.  Put it back.  Seems Tank tried calling his ex to track
down his son but she wasn't much help.  Said he doesn't want to see him.
She called back a couple more times to put Tank in his place but Harley
intercepted the call and protected Tank.  Oh, the woman who was running
Tank's business office retired and Harley is doing some of that work, did I
tell you that?  Anyway, I guess Tank's ex is a real bee-itch from the
little experience Harley has had."

"So do you think we should try to get the two of them together?"

Sam shrugged.  "I don't know.  Spence doesn't seem like the type to hold a
grudge; we'll have to feel him out."

"Or up."

"Okay horndog, let's finish our shopping."  *****

Doc Tom and Eric left Spence alone in his hotel room.  He slowly stretched
and headed into take a shower.  His legs were a bit wobbly and unsteady.
They had invited him to lunch.  Doc hoped to convince him to follow his
tried and true diet and supplement plan with Eric along as proof.  Spence
let the warm spray flow over his sore body.  If nothing else the three men
who had fucked him gave him one helluva a workout before working over his
ass and throat.  His raw nipples screamed from the hot water and soap.  His
dick twitched in reaction.  Whatever was in the second pill he bought
seemed to take a long time to wear off.  His cock was rock hard and
throbbing just from the sensual feel of the soap on his skin and his hands
running over his pumped muscles.  He fought off the urge to stroke himself
off again.  The stubborn prick didn't go down until he was almost out the
door to meet Eric.  He checked his reflection in the mirror and liked what
he saw.  He still felt a few more pounds of muscle couldn't hurt.  His arms
and pecs looked full and pumped and his jeans hung on his round muscle butt
really well.  Not bad, but there was always room for improvement.

He tapped lightly on Eric's hotel room door and heard movement as the big
man opened it and bid him enter.  "Feeling better?  I'm a bit behind.  Had
a call from my lover and well, you know priorities?"  Spence visibly licked
his lips at the sight of Eric in a tight pair of white knit boxers.  Every
muscle was deeply defined and the cotton material did little to hide the
big dick on the older man.

Spence tried to distract himself as his nuts reacted to the musclehunk.
"So, I guess your other half has won a few bodybuilding contests from what
Doc said?"

Eric pulled a snug white pullover on over the massive chest.  "Yeah, a
couple.  He's very dedicated.  He and a business partner now own three gyms
and a couple of health food supplement stores.  He lives and breathes
working out, and it shows."

"Lucky you.  I'd love to find a partner who shares my need to workout and
well, other things."

"Eric zipped up his jeans and hunted for his shoes. "Well, one never knows
when opportunity will knock.  You look pretty damned good.  I think roids
can be beneficial to a point but need to be monitored by a doctor."

"Yeah, so I'm learning.  You ever do them?"

"Many, many years ago, then I met my doc.  He helped me become what I am
today through good solid workouts, good diet and supplements.  Oh, and I
think sucking down my partner's cum didn't hurt."  Spence looked back in
lust.  "Careful buddy.  You'll split those jeans.  You have a lot of good
muscle.  Tom can help you get bigger.  You obviously have good genetics.
How big is your father?"

"What I remember of him, he was a pretty big guy. My mom and he divorced
when I was young and she didn't want him around.  I don't know what the
problem was but I wish she would have been a bit less bitchy."

"So you haven't seen him in awhile?"

"No.  I bet something, um, like maybe 15 years.  Or more. Maybe 20, not
sure.  I keep thinking I should try to find him and as an adult there isn't
anything she can do to stop me.  Other than trying to make my life
miserable and she excels at that."

"Well, all the more reason to find a group of muscleheadz and hang with
them."

Spence laughed as they walked out of the hotel room and toward the
elevator.  "You know.  It's only been recently that I've heard that term
used a lot to describe this group of guys I've gotten to know who live by
me.  I just recently came out to them and they accepted me as one of their
group.  Bunch of hot muscleheadz.  The two guys who live closest to me, Sam
and Joe, are real sweethearts and both built like fucking muscle freaks.

"Sam Chambers?"

Spence turned to look at Eric as they entered the elevator.  "Yeah, you
know him?"

Eric laughed and threw is big arm over Spence's shoulder.  "It's a small
world pup."

Doc Tom spelled out his whole belief in healthy foods and workouts with
good supplementation over a hearty healthy lunch.  Spence was sold but
hesitant to stop the cycle he had just started.

"That's okay.  We'll find someone to monitor you back in Pittsburgh.  Now
that I know you know Sam, I think that's a good first step."

"What's this program cost?"

Tom sat back and laughed.  "Son, I don't charge for this.  I just want to
be sure the men I get to know and love in my life, all of my friends, are
healthy and happy."

Eric snorted.  "And all look like muscle gods.  Dirty old man."

Tom sipped his iced tea.  "You should talk.  How many years difference
between you and Tom?  Oh and Spence, I think from what you've said, you
should try to find your dad.  If he turns out to be a schmuck, you don't
have to keep him in your life.  But do you want to go through life not
knowing what you're missing?'

Spence nodded.  "I agree.  I'll look into it when I get home."

Eric nodded.  "Family is important.  I didn't have the best family
situation growing up.  My brother and I have taken years to get back on
good solid ground with each other.  I'm jealous of people who have those
relationships.  My partner's lucky that way.  And since I don't have the
best family to lean on, friends have become very important to me.  I value
good friendships.  Oh, and speaking of that, one of the guys who works for
me promised to drop off some paperwork to me, here he comes now."  Spence
choked slightly on his tea when Ty sauntered over and sat down in the
fourth chair.

"Hey Eric.  How you doing Doc?"  Ty nodded to the waitress for some tea
then quietly turned.  "Hi Spence.  Nice to see you again."

Eric took the bundle of large envelopes Ty offered him and looked squarely
at Spence. "This was your after workout workout?"  Spence flushed a bright
red and nodded.  "So he worked you over in the gym and, um, elsewhere."

Ty took a deep breath.  "Worse than that.  Tag and Tom joined me.  Are you
okay Spence?"

Spence slowly nodded.  "Yeah, I'm good. I actually learned a lot this
morning.  Now I need to take what I learned and apply it to start all over
again."

Ty flashed a wide smile.  "Good. Then you won't mind if I say I want to see
you again before you leave town.  Let you find out I take as good as I
give."  Spence's eyes widened.

Tom bit his lower lip.  "Okay, over share.  We'll let you guys work out the
details later."

Spence looked at the three beefy men seated around the table.  "Wow, I
can't help but think this all happened for a reason.  I feel really lucky."

Ty looked slyly across at Eric and the doc.  "Oh, buddy, you're going to be
very lucky."  *****

Sam and Joe shared what they knew about Tank and Spence possibly being his
son over a cook-out at their house that evening.  It had become a bit cool
so Swede had cranked up the hot tub and pool for the men.  They lounged in
the warm comforting water chatting about a summer of workouts, treks to the
new camp ground and possibly a road trip to P'town.  Sam was heading to the
camp in a couple of days to get an update from Tank and see what still
needed to be accomplished for the upcoming Memorial Day weekend.

Joe poured another round of margaritas for those who were still drinking.
"What happens if Spence doesn't react positively to meeting his Dad?  I
mean, if he doesn't want Tank in his life then how can we have everyone to
the camp and hope they get along?  You know?"

Steve stretched in the warm tub.  "Hmmm, that could present a problem if
they don't get along or even if Spence sorta hates him."

Matt relaxed against his partner.  "I don't think Tank hates anyone."

Sam tilted his head.  "I don't think he's real happy with his ex, short
time as they were together."

Matt waved his hand.  "Well, then it would serve her right if they got
along so well they left her in the dust."

Sam agreed.  "But if we're to bring them together, then we have to do it in
a way, that keeps her out of the loop and gives them time to bond."

Joe slid his wet hand up over Sam's thick chest.  "By bond, do you mean
like have sex?"

Sam shrugged.  "You're whacked.  But, that's entirely between them.  I
don't judge."

"What about Harley?"

Steve tweaked Matt's nipple causing the man to jump slightly.  "Oh, I'd say
that was a threesome on the making."

Sam giggled.  "I'll see them Thursday, guess I'll find out best I can."
*****

Thursday morning Spence stretched out in bed next to the big thick beefy
black man with whom he had spent the last several nights.  He ran his hand
lightly over the stiff monster of cockmeat under the sheet.

"Careful, that's loaded and you could end up with it up your ass again."

"That works for me.  Damn Ty.  I have to head back home this morning.  I
guess I'll have to hint at more business trips to Chicago."

"That would be nice.  Spence, I know I ain't the commitment relationship
type but boy you make it tempting."

"Well, I don't think either of us is ready for that.  I would like to see
you when I get to town."

"Count on it.  In the gym too.  You been busting your ass with me this
week.  You going to keep it up when you get home?"

"Oh yeah.  My friends will see to it.  I want to finish this cycle and see
what happens on Doc's plan."

"What about those other little sex pills?"

Spence shook his head.  "Don't know.  You see what happened when we both
tried one the other night?"

"Yeah, we practically busted each other's asses with fucking.  Not that
that's a bad thing.  It's just that you damn near busted my ass."

"Yeah, those things, whatever they are, are a bit too potent.  I like sex
but I don't feel like I have any control if I take them."

Ty rolled onto his side and pulled Spence to him. "Well, then don't.  I've
learned to like you a lot as a friend these last few days, don't let some
sex drug screw that up.  Oh, bad pun."

Spence laughed.  "Don't have to worry about that.  I feel like you could
ride my ass any time with no drugs needed?"

"Like now?"  The big man smiled and rolled on top of Spence.  *****

It had been a rainy drive up to the camp ground for Sam.  He was happy to
see how well the new gravel driveway held up to the pouring rain.  Header's
truck was in front of the cabin as he pulled up.  Header hugged and kissed
Sam when he walked in and dropped his briefcase in the new kitchen area.
He had been working on the basement rooms by himself.

Sam turned around slowly in the main floor area.  "Wow,
this...looks...great.  Absolutely phenomenal.  The kitchen, lounge and
dining room are awesome."

"Aren't they?  The basement isn't quite finished but the main floor and the
second floor are done.  The second floor is like a fantasy dorm and bedroom
loft.  We keep envisioning all these men staying here having wild sex
orgies."

Sam snorted.  "Well we'll see. Where's Tank?"

"Harley left him some paperwork to do.  He hates paperwork.  But, he should
be along soon."

"How's Andy?"

"About what you'd expect.  He has another week of therapy and recovery to
go through and another fitting with his new leg.  Harley drove him up to
Pittsburgh again today.  Some department with the universities.  They do
some really cool rehab stuff."

"And the new boyfriend?"

Header took a deep breath.  "I so need Andy home full time.  I don't think
my jaw and ass can be the sole focus of this party much longer."  He
giggled. "Damn I feel like a giddy bride on her honeymoon.  Why sir, we
just fuck ourselves into a frenzy."  He held the back of his hand to his
forehead.

"You think Andy can handle that?'

"Oh yeah.  I watched guard a couple of times at the hospital while they
went at it in the hospital bed."

"Ooooooooookay, don't need any more info."

"Harley will be home later.  Andy is staying overnight.  The guy who heads
this department is in a chair and knows how much Andy wants to be able to
run and workout.  Evidently, the department head still rock climbs and does
all kinds of sports.  Should be good for my brother."

"He's pretty determined so I am sure he will bounce back.  Man, I can't
believe how this cabin came together. It's fucking awesome."

Header was finished the last of the work on installing a separate hot water
heater for the basement showers and laundry.  "We wouldn't have been able
to do it this quickly if you hadn't brought along all your buddies.  What a
great group.  There are still a few things to do outside with the new
picnic pavilion and outdoor kitchen but we should have it done in time for
the Memorial Day weekend next week."

Sam stepped into the new sauna then back out into what would become am
exercise area and playroom.  "Joe and the guys will be so floored next
weekend.  I am psyched.  What's this pipe?"

Header walked over and motioned for Sam to follow him outside.  They walked
through the first floor living space onto a new porch overlooking the
creek.  "Sam still has the guys coming over to do some finish work on this
porch but all you need is furniture.  Look over here."

Sam leaned over the railing and looking at the side of the cabin.  There
was a new out door shower with just enough enclosure to be private but not
enough to hide everything."

"Wow, just wow.  Whose idea was that?"

"Harley.  Thought people might want to rinse off after playing in the creek
or hiking or whatever else they might do outdoors."

Sam rubbed Header's back.  "You guys are super, just super.  Don't know how
to thank you."

Header grinned and rubbed Sam's ample basket.  "I know a way."

"Now down boy."

"They don't call me Header for nothing.  Please."

"Header.  I don't thin...oh fuck."  Header had dropped to his knees and had
Sam's thick cock out of his snug jeans before he could raise an argument.
The man attacked the fat snake. Sam gasped. "Damn."

"Jeees.  This fucker is bigger, isn't it?"

"Joe thinks so."

"Well he's the expert.  Uh, fuck.  Dayammmmm."  Header swallowed the thick
heavy cream, carefully repackaged his toy and stood up to hug Sam."

"Ahem. Enjoying the porch on this cool drizzly day?"  Tank walked through
the front double doors.  "Am I interrupting something?"

Header blushed.  "Not now."

"Boy, you are incorrigible."  He slapped Header's ass as the man wickedly
smiled and returned to his basement project.

"Hey Sam."  Tank threw his big thick arms around Sam and planted a long wet
kiss on the slightly smaller man.  "So whad'ya think of y'or cabin now."

"I am speechless. It's wonderful.  I may have to give you Joe for a weekend
to help pay for this."

Tank tilted his head to one side and smiled.  "Shit.  Had I known that I
woulda had my men go all out.  You still bringing the gang all down next
weekend?"

"Hope to.  At least the ones who can get away from work."

"Gus and Tim?  Dave and Dave Jr.?"  Sam nodded.  "Good.  They gonna be able
to handle bunking in with a bunch of gay men?"

"Well, I may give Gus and Dave the two small bedrooms.  Dave Jr. could care
less if men fuck in front of him."

"Hmmm?"  Tank scratched his head and smiled.  "Well, either he's one
helluva open-minded kid or there's something about him you haven't yet
learned."  Tank draped his arm over Sam's shoulders as they walked back
into the house.  "Your tight little family just amazes me.  People so
loving and accepting."  Tank leaned against the kitchen counter and sipped
his large cup of coffee.  "The honesty is overwhelming."

"You're missing something aren't you old man?"

Tank sighed.  "Yeah.  It's been a lot of years since I seen my son. I hate
that.  My ex just fucked up everything between us.  I wouldn't know where
to start to rebuild things.  I wonder every day what kinda man my son
turned out to be.  Whether he's an uptight cunt like my ex or, or..."

"A big hearted, lovable lug like his old man?"

Tank snorted.  "I'd give my left nut to have the kind of relationship your
buddies have with their boys."

"I've seen those nuts.  That's a lot to give."  Tank laughed and shook the
house.

"Well, Harley will just have to settle for all my love.  And horniness."

Sam picked up his briefcase.  "I bet you don't hear one word of complaint."
Sam and Tank worked on lose ends and final details for the next couple of
hours.  All the furniture would be delivered next week and Tank's crew
would have everything assembled.  Sam would be bringing food to stock for
the long holiday weekend but Tank insisted the first big cookout dinner
would be at his place so they could enjoy the pool.  Sam took Tank and
Header to lunch so they could talk out more final plans.  By Saturday
afternoon when Sam left to head back to Pittsburgh everything was in place
for the big holiday bash.  Harley was as excited as a little kid that the
place would be once again filled with horny muscle men.  He was about to
leave for Pittsburgh to get Andy when the phone rang.  It was Andy saying
he was staying over another night and had a ride back the next day.

The men sat in the hot tub pondering Andy's ride.  Harley finally whispered
to Tank.  "You think he met someone?"  Tank shook his head no knowing what
he and his brother now had was too good to fuck up.

"Probably just someone coming this way making a good gesture to give him a
ride."  *****

Andy had collapsed into the whirlpool tub after his first day of intense
rehab.  The doctors and technicians had poked and prodded him everywhere to
make sure his new leg would be perfect.  He hadn't yet received a final
decision on whether or not he would qualify for a special leg for running
but didn't want to dwell on it.  He slowly settled back to relax his aching
body.  He heard a low but fast-paced hum and looked over at the smiling
face of a 30-something man in a wheelchair.

Howdy, you Andy?"  Andy nodded and sat up a bit to shake the man's offered
hand.  "Super, I'm Zeke, your counselor.  "Wore you out did they?"

"A bit.  I didn't know getting a new leg would involve so much of the rest
of my body."

Zeke pursed his lips and nodded.  "If you're serious about the best use of
your pro-leg, it will involve everything you got.  You ready to give that?"
Andy nodded and Zeke pumped his arm.  A big thick round bicep popped
followed by thick bouncing pecs as Zeke clapped his hands.  "Good.  I read
your file and was glad to see you workout and run.  Makes my job easier if
you still want to do that.  I was hoping to catch you before you hit the
tub to maybe push a few weights.  I ain't had me a good workout partner for
a while now but you're sorta looking mellow."

Andy's face brightened.  "No.  That would be great.  I haven't been able to
lift in a couple of weeks. I'll go flabby.  Just let me get outta this and
dry off."  Andy pulled himself up and slipped over the metal edge of the
tub.  Zeke glanced at his lean naked muscled body and frowned.

"You're gonna have a problem with that."  Andy glanced down at his leg
stub.  "No, not that.  Your package.  Underwear ain't gonna hold that back
anymore.  Oh well."  He spun in his chair and went over to a cupboard.
"You'll just have to get used to hangin' to one side, ain't got nothing to
be ashamed of.  Here, have a Team Zeke tank."  He tossed Andy a black Tank
top with the university emblem embroidered on the left chest side.  The
back was printed with `Team Zeke -- Shut the fuck up and train.'  Zeke
smiled.  "I ain't the most politically correct gimp you're gonna meet."

Andy instantly warmed to the brash man and toweled dry.  Zeke waited
patiently for Andy to get back into his shorts and gear and model the new
tank.  "Hey fits like a glove."

Zeke spun to go out the door.  "Course it does, ya got the chest to fill it
out.  Come on. Weight room's down the hall.  Last one loads the bench."
Andy followed quickly on his crutches but Zeke was already flipping himself
to the bench when he came through the door.  "Load `em up Andy my man."
Zeke had pulled off his sweatshirt to reveal a massive ripped upper body
and thick vein-covered arms.

Andy set the pins for the weights at Zeke's warm-up and grinned.  "His
chest screamed to lift.  "So, do you think they'll get me a leg for
running?"

"Can't say yet but we'll find some way to make it happen.  Be glad to race
ya."

"Hmm.  We'll I was pretty good with my old leg."

"Good.  I like the competition."  Andy studied the blond, goateed muscle
pup.

He took his turn on the bench and looked at Zeke.  "Show me those hands."
Zeke held up the big hands with thick calluses over the palms and fingers.
The backs were covered with small scars and cuts.  "You race in chairs
don'cha?"

Zeke shot him an evil grin.  "You'll just have to find out hopping boy.  In
the meantime, lift."  Zeke pushed Andy through a solid hour's workout
pumping his chest and arms the most they had been in a month.  His arms
felt full and primed.  He flexed his arm and studied the round bicep.  "Not
bad for an old man."

"You finished with that machine?  Good. Let's hit the whirlpools again."
Andy jumped into Zeke's chair before the man could switch from the arm
machine.  "Hey, fucker.  Oh you are so gonna be in for hell now."  Zeke
grabbed Andy's crutches and followed the not too steady Andy in the
chair. "You drive that thing like my grandma.  Holy shit.  You better hope
they get you both legs cause you ain't never be good with wheels."

Andy was balanced on the side of the big whirlpool when Zeke came around
the corner and fell into him.  "You're not so good on the sticks bud."
Both men leaned against each other and laughed.

"You're all right Andy.  I'm glad to finally get someone on my caseload who
gives shit back to me.  Means ya got the balls to fight and get back to
where you want to be.  Well, I know ya got the balls.  I seen them."

Andy stripped out of his sweaty workout clothes.  "I can't thank you enough
Zeke.  I needed that workout and someone to rattle my cage.  How hot do you
want this?"

"Par boil.  I need to work out some kinks myself."  Andy helped him get
into the swirling steamy water.  His body was lean and covered with tight
angular muscle and tattoos.  His legs weren't bad for being in a chair.

"How long you been in the chair?"

"Almost 15 years.  I never wanted to be left behind.  I'm a bit of a
fighter."

"I can sense that."  Andy settled against the far side of the two man tub
and watched Zeke lower himself and settle again.  The cock and balls
weren't too shabby neither.  Andy's dick began to stiffen in the frothy
bubbles.

"So, Andy tell me about your home life."  Andy told him everything.  About
Header, and Pete.  About Tank and Harley.  About the support he got from
his friends and about how he liked serving them, especially in sex.  Zeke
never blinked.  Both men laughed and relaxed.  About six, Andy got dressed
to go back to his room and get dinner.  He helped Zeke with a couple of
things and walked down the hall with him.

"You eat here."

"Hell no.  But.  The food's not half bad.  My best bud is making dinner for
some of us tonight.  You want to come along?"

"Thanks, but between the leg stuff and your workout and the whirlpool, I'm
hoping I can keep my eyes open long enough to eat."  Zeke held out his
hand.  "Thanks.  You're the jolt of reality I needed."

"Good.  That's what I want to hear.  I don't have much of a caseload right
now, so you want to lift again tomorrow, around two?"

"You bet.  You enjoy your evening.  See ya tomorrow."  Zeke saluted, spun
around and zipped down the hallway.  Andy flopped across the bed in his
room and sighed.  Damn.  How much of the still stiff dick did Zeke see?

Zeke put him through his unique brand of workout and counseling the next
day and offered him a ride home on Sunday.  "I have to be in Harrisburg for
a conference on Monday so I am driving up on Sunday.  It's on the way and
I'd like the company."  Andy accepted the offer and met him with his duffle
Sunday morning in the parking lot.  Zeke pulled the big Ford van into the
drive and waved him in.  Andy slid into the passenger seat.  "Gotta warn
ya.  I got a lead foot."

Two hours later they were bouncing into Tank's driveway.  Andy directed him
around back to his and Header's cottage. Zeke whistled at the compound.
"This is fucking awesome.  Oh damn a pool and a hot tub.  Can I move in?"

"Sure.  Why not?  Come on.  I'm sure Tank and Header will have lunch for
us."  Zeke exited through the van's lift gate and wheeled himself up to the
cottage and through the door.

"Oh man, everything is even, no steps.  Love it."

"Hey bro, welcome home."  A naked Header and Pete walked in from the pool
and hugged Andy.  Andy introduced them to Zeke.

"Obviously this is your brother.  I see the resemblance."  Zeke gestured
toward Header's cock and balls. "Nice to meet ya all."

"Andy told us you were a pretty down to earth counselor so hope you aren't
shocked by a bunch of naked men enjoying a warm May day in the pool."

"Nopes.  Can I get naked and join you all later."

"You sure nuff can."  A big voice came from behind.  Zeke spun to look up
at a naked Tank.

"Holy fuck, Paul Bunyan."

"Hellllllll no. He weren't hung nearly as well.  Welcome Zeke.  Make
yourself comfortable.  Harley will have lunch ready in a few minutes.  He
ran out for some ketchup.  Can you imagine we ran out of something here?
Get you a beer?"  Zeke nodded.  Tank wandered back into the main house.

Zeke looked at Andy who had pulled up a chair next to him.  "How big is he?
I mean he's fucking huge.  How old?"

Andy shrugged.  "Not sure but he is somewhere between 250 and 300 pounds of
all muscle and pushing 60.  Age is meaningless with Tank."  Zeke was about
to respond when the rumble of a bike came around the corner and Harley
rumbled around the house and parked under the shade of a tree.  Since it
had been just a quick run to the store, Harley wore his boots, cut-offs and
a tight T.

Zeke's eyes widened.  "Oh man that is an interesting riding outfit.  The
bike is beautiful too.  Do you suppose he would take me for a ride?"

Andy smiled.  "Sure.  Any of us will.  We all have bikes."

Zeke's face softened.  "Man you guys are unreal."  Tank came back and
handed Zeke a beer.

"Burgers will be ready in a bit. So young man, if you want to relax in the
pool, we have suits or just get naked.  Ain't nothing we ain't all seen
before." Zeke looked down at his legs.  "Son, I'm a `Nam vet, ain't nothing
I ain't seen and ain't no one gonna judge you by your legs.  You need
something, just ask. Otherwise, just relax and be yourself."

Zeke spent the afternoon hanging at Tank's with the gang.  He eagerly
accepted their invitation to return the next weekend for the Memorial Day
holiday.  He wasn't sure if he could get away early on Thursday since he
had an appointment with a university prof with whom he would be starting a
doctoral program in June.  Andy's jaw fell open.

"Yeah, I ain't exactly what ya think of when ya hear Ph. D.  But you know
what it stands for and I sure as hell can do that."  They waved goodbye as
the big Ford van rumbled back down the drive and headed toward Harrisburg.

Tank nodded and hugged Andy.  "Nice guy.  Fits right in.  He gay?"

Andy shrugged.  "I don't think so but he doesn't judge us for whose dick we
suck."

"And?"

Andy laughed.  "You saw it.  Header was drooling the whole time we were in
the pool.  The man maybe in a chair but he's still hung like a bull.  And I
think it all works."

Tank wrapped his arms around Harley.  "Well, he's welcome here anytime.
Hopefully the overload of gay won't shock him too much next weekend."

"Nah, he'll just roll with the punches."  They all groaned.  Harley picked
Andy up and threw him into the pool.

Spence had spent his days in Chicago in boring meetings.  He would meet Ty
and his trainer buddy, Quin, at the gym afterwards for some intense
pumping.  The juice seemed to already be having an effect.  His chest and
arms felt fuller and his muscles all ached from the relentless sets Ty and
Quin pushed him to do.  Eric and Doc Tom joined them on Tuesday and both
commented on his workout intensity.  He and Ty would grab a quick bite and
then head to Spence's hotel room for several hours of uninterrupted sex.
Ty was a man of his word and enjoyed getting fucked as good as he could
slam Spence's sore ass.  Wednesday was his last day in Chicago.  Tag and
Tom joined them for one more super heavy duty workout.  They quickly
showered and headed to a local noodle hut for dinner.  Spence hustled back
to the locker room and quickly downed two of the pills Doc Tom had advised
him to chuck.

He fidgeted all through dinner.  Ty was a bit surprised when Spence asked
all four men back to his hotel room.  As soon as they got there, he flew
into the bathroom and prepped himself reemerging totally naked with a
raging stiff prick.  "Okay guys, there's one of me and four of you.  That
seems like pretty good odds."  He flopped onto his back and threw up his
legs.  "Someone fill my hole.  And someone fuck my mouth."

The four big men all looked at each other as Ty stepped over and rubbed
Spence's pumped sore nips.  "You sure you want this boy? I mean it could be
one helluva lot of sore ass pounding with these four dicks."  Spence
eagerly nodded.  Ty stroked the throbbing cock.  "You didn't throw those
pills away did you?"  Spence blushed.  "Well, there's a lesson to be
learned here.  Quin, you're up first.  The rest of us have already had a
chance to fuck this wild man.  Help yourself.  I gotta pee."  Ty went into
the bathroom to relive himself but not until he found the small bottle,
swallowed one, and pocketed it. He mumbled under his breath.  "I ain't
sending you home with this shit."  Spence took on all four men before
shooting an extreme load over his abs.  Tom and Tag excused themselves to
go home.  Quin hugged Spence and left shortly thereafter.  Ty licked the
thick cum from Spence's body and squeezed the smaller man's still stiff
cock.  "Look at that. Still ready."  He lowered his hot ass onto the hard
pole and slid all the way down as Spence shuddered.  "You been fucked four
times tonight.  This is only my first so I have some catching up to do."

Spence bid Ty an emotional farewell as he got up early to trek to the
airport for his flight back to the `burgh.  Both men promised they would
get together on his next trip.  The flight was more or less uneventful
except for his inability to get comfortable from the pounding his ass had
taken.  There was a message from Sam and Joe when he walked into his house
telling him they were all meeting at nine the next morning to make the
drive for the long holiday weekend to their new camp site.  Spence hustled
to get laundry done and his bag repacked for the next day.  He was too
excited about the prospect of five days with all of his humpy new friends
to notice the bottle of happy pills was gone.

Gary was up early to pack a bag, shower and grab a quick breakfast.  He
told his parents he was going to Dave's uncle's new cabin a couple of hours
away and that Dave Sr, and other adults would be there.  After all he had
been through; they didn't seem too concerned about his spending a the long
weekend with these men.  He didn't tell them most of the men would be gay.
He pulled on his best worn pair of jeans and a tight T-shirt to show off
the hard work he had been putting into his body. Working with Swede was
like another workout in and of itself.  The big man was always moving,
lifting, hauling, you name it related to pool service.  He was teaching
Gary more than Gary ever thought possible.  At night, after the gym with
his buds, he would rush home to jack off to memories of Swede in his shorts
or swimsuit.  He could only hope his new boss wasn't picking up on how
horny he was working around him.  The morning was cloudy and a bit cool but
he didn't care.  He was taking a couple of days off from school and having
a new adventure.  His heart skipped a beat when he heard Dave Sr.'s truck
horn.  He quickly kissed his mom goodbye and rushed out the door.  Dave and
Gus were in the front seat.  Dave Jr., Ron and Tim were in the back.  He
climbed into the last seat and sprawled out. He had met Gus before but had
forgotten how much the big older man got to him.  His cock began to stiffen
on the short trip to Sam and Joe's.  From the back back seat, people were
less likely to notice.  He hoped.

Sam looked at the pile of clothes Joe had laid out on the bed and frowned.
Joe looked up from packing his bag and giggled.  "Now what?"

"It's only a long weekend.  Not a long-term European vacation.  Sort it
down to the basics, a few T's, maybe a sweat shirt if it gets cold, jeans,
shorts, that hot swim suit you bought and basic workout gear.  Joe snorted
and rearranged his bag.

"Is that all you're taking?"  Sam nodded as he threw his packed gym bag on
the bed.

"Yep.  If it gets cold, there are stores nearby.  I can buy something
warmer.  But Tank has invited all of us over to use the pool.  It's
probably still way too cold to going tubing in the creek, so I have just
the basics.  And if things get dirty, I'm sure we can come up with a full
load of laundry amongst all of us."

"What's that?"

"That's my new swimsuit."

Joe stepped back.  "Damn.  Can't wait to see you in that.  Oh
shit. Shouldn't have had that thought, stiff dick. Ow."  Sam left him to
check on the thermos of coffee and meet the rest of the crew who would be
arriving soon.

Matt threw his shaving kit in his back pack and looked again at the email
of suggestions from Sam of what to take along.  "So what's this Daisy Duke
thing?"

Steve looked at him in disbelief.  "Cutoffs.  Like that pair of old black
jeans you have."

"My dick falls out of those."

"Works for me.  Besides if it gets as warm as they are predicting, being
naked next to you at the pool will work just fine with me.  I packed my
lotion."  Steve groped Matt's ample basket and made the big man
tremble. They were deep in a liplock when Ken yelled up the stairs.

"I don't hear any noise up there. What are you two doing?  We gotta get
moving."

Matt pulled his T-shirt back on and wiped a bit of Steve's cum from his
lips.  "Be right down.  Record time buddy."

Steve sat on the edge of the bed tying his shoes.  "Damn.  You are a master
of that maneuver."

Matt bounced down the stairs, tossed his back pack to Ken and grabbed the
box of food for Sam the Shepherd.  Sam began running in circles in
anticipation of getting to go somewhere.  He scurried out the door to meet
his buddy Doober and chase each other around the yard.  Bill was waiting
with their bags and weekend care package for Doober.  They loaded their
bags and dog kits in the back of Steve's big Dodge.  Bill got out of the
way before both dogs scrambled into the back of the truck and barked inside
the cab cover.

"Damn that's loud.  So will Buddy be okay with his mother this weekend?"

Steve shrugged.  "I hope so.  She hardly takes him any more, one weekend
won't kill her.  All right then, everyone's bag in the truck?  Everything
for the dogs?  Let's hit the road boys."

John watched as a naked Buzz finished packing the bags.  "So what do you
plan to wear in the car?"

"Jeans, T-shirts, my heavy hiking boots. I figured you'd be keeping me
naked so I ain't packing much."  He flexed his pecs for his master and
smiled.

Officer John let out a quick breath.  "You better be prepared to get fucked
in the woods cause it's gonna be a long weekend."

"Gotta a little kit packed just for that.  Let's roll.  I told Spence we'd
stop and pick him up.  We're going to have quite a little caravan."

John laughed.  "Yep, like a long phallic snake to camp sex-a-lot."

The group gathered at Sam and Joe's and in minutes began to wind its way
through the homes to the highway and turnpike then on to the new camp and
cabin.  Joe looked at the list of things they were taking along and
whistled.  "So you haven't said much about the place since you came back
last Sunday.  Is everything ready for the weekend?"

Sam smiled. "Oh yeah.  Tank's crew worked wonders.  It better than I
imagined and you guys will be floored. Just fucking floored."

"Is Tank going to have his usual gang at his place for the weekend?"

"Yeah, he's giving them tomorrow off so everyone can enjoy an extra long
weekend.  Said something about a new friend of Andy's, supposedly
straight. Hard to believe."

"And you haven't said a thing to Spence or Tank about this, um, surprise?"

Sam tilted his head a let out a long breath.  "No, I'm just going to let
nature take its course."

"You're a brave man Sam."

A couple of hours later after a stop for coffee and a pee break the group
of cars and trucks pulled into the wooded, secluded camp site.  Everyone's
jaws dropped open when they saw the finished cabin now in renewed glory, an
outdoor kitchen and picnic pavilion. The men were all ooh's and ah's as
they walked through the cabin in utter shock and amazement at what had been
accomplished in a few short weeks.

Sam was elated with his friend's reaction.  "Thanks to all the work you
guys put in, and the unbelievable work from Tank's crew, and some extra
people Bruce and Steve found, this place is open for business.  Guys, claim
bunks and unwind.  Gus, Dave those rooms are yours so you won't have to
witness too much of the tomfoolery.

"Who's Tom?"  Gus let out a whoop when he saw the new upstairs bathroom.
"Holy shit. I won't have to stoop over to shower.  Wow."

They herded back downstairs when they heard the sound of several vehicles.
Sam stepped out onto the side porch to see Header, Tom, Cesar, LJ, Rob, and
Carlos getting out of trucks. A large ramp equipped van followed behind and
Andy hopped out onto his crutches.  Sam rushed over to hug the smiling man.
"Tank and Harley are back at the house finishing up with the pool and
making plans for a big cookout.  We couldn't wait to see all of you."

Sam wiped a tear from his eye.  "Andy, you look great buddy.  I'm glad to
see you smiling.  Whose van?"

"Oh this is my counselor, really cool guy, very open-minded and easy to get
along with.  We're trying not to freak him out being in the middle of all
these gay men so he doesn't go running back to Pittsburgh."

Sam watched as the ramp unfolded and a muscular reddish-blond muscle pup
rolled out.  "Zeke?"

"Dr. Chambers?  You're the Sam who owns this place I been hearing about?
I, I, well, I'll be fucked."

"Um, I'd be careful saying that around this crew."  Sam the Shepherd ran
over and greeted Zeke with a big wet slurp across the face.

"Ah, my first wet kiss of the weekend. So, Dr. Chambers? Uh.  How do I ask
this?"

"Yes, I'm gay and this is my lover Joe. Come on in and see our cabin."

"How?"

Header pointed at the creek side of the cabin out of view.  "The front
porch has a ramp.  You can wheel right in."

The men all headed back inside to share their joy over the cabin with the
men who did most of the work.  Zeke rolled up the ramp and looked out over
the creek below.  "Wow, this is a great setting.  And you made it
accessible, now there's some forward thinking and planning."  He wheeled
himself in through t e front double doors and stopped.  "Spence?"

Spence turned from where he was helping unpack food supplies in the kitchen
area.  "Zeke?  Holy shit buddy.  Great to see you.  I didn't know you knew
any of these guys?  Small world."

Andy balanced on his crutches.  "You guys know each other?"

Spence walked over and kissed Zeke full on the lips.  "Yeah, since I work
with an electronic medical equipment company, Zeke and I got to know each
other through my job.  Then we dated a couple of times..."

"You dated?" Andy looked down at Zeke.  "You're?"

Zeke bust out laughing.  "Now why the hell did you think I was so happy to
share the whirlpool with you and see all your naked buddies?"

"But you never said anything?"

Zeke shook his head no.  "Of course not.  I have some, albeit few, ethics.
I ain't gone put the moves on a client no matter how hot I think he his or
how well hung.  Not to mention one truly edible ass."

"But what if one of us, me or Header, had made a move?"

"Then I'd have to consider the circumstances.  I may be in a chair but I
ain't dead.  But I'm not going to do anything to screw up my job. Or now in
this case, my doctoral program.  Doc Chambers is my advisor."

Sam sighed in exasperation.  "Don't call me Doc the rest of the weekend,
it's Sam.  And I could care less if you are sleeping with one of my
buddies.  That's your business.  For that matter, are you...two...still
dating?"

Zeke glanced down at the floor.  "No.  That's my fault.  I was getting
well, too emotionally involved and I wasn't sure Spence wanted that so..."

Spence knelt in front of Zeke's chair.  "We got ourselves a whole weekend
to talk about this." Zeke slowly smiled.

Cesar clapped his hands.  "Well, that's a great start to the weekend.
Guys, Tank and Harley got the pool and hottub ready.  They have more food
for a cookout than we can eat this weekend so I suggest we head over there.
Bring your swimsuits, or not.  Clothing is optional.  I for one wouldn't
mind seeing some flesh. Bring workout gear if you want to use the gym, but
let's go party and relax."

The caravan of cars and trucks wormed its way back out to the main road and
made the twenty minute trek back to Tank's.  The men carefully parked the
crowd of vehicles and filed through the front door.  Harley was there to
greet everyone and give hugs or gropes where he could.  Zeke wheeled in
just before Spence, Sam and Joe.  Sam introduced Spence to Harley and
exchanged glances with Joe.  Harley welcomed Spence and motioned toward the
pool area just as Tank walked in wearing the remains of a long worn out
pair of jeans.  He stopped dead in his tracks and almost dropped the tube
of sunscreen he was carrying.

Spence stopped and took one step back into Sam who put a steadying hand on
his shoulder.  "Oh my god."

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