Date: Sat, 4 Aug 2007 13:44:43 -0400
From: Ed Burau <lennoxbear@gmail.com>
Subject: Starting Again Chapter 29

Starting Again chapter 29				by lennoxbear@gmail.com

Morning Light

The weather had been a little bit of everything during the week. It had
gone from hot and humid to cold and rain, to brilliantly sunny and
comfortable back to a cool, rainy Saturday morning.  Sam spent the next
couple of days after his father's funeral helping his mother take care of
affairs.  By Friday, he was a bit antsy to get back to work having been
away from the office for almost two weeks.  His secretary and assistant
kept in close contact via email so he wouldn't get too far behind but the
change in routine and activity level had been taking its toll.  Joe and he
had Friday evening dinner with his family instead of their usual routine of
being with their buds.  His family, minus Helen.  She had avoided talking
to everyone since the funeral.

His Uncle Burt and Burt Jr. came to dinner fully expecting to face Helen.
To no one's surprise, support was entirely on his side for his finally
having left.  Sam had always enjoyed being around the Burts and was happy
to see them relaxed and smiling.  His mother summed it up for everyone.
"Whatever you do, sign the papers fast and move on with your life.  Do the
things you've always wanted to do but couldn't with her as an anchor.
Life's too short, you've more than paid your dues.  Enjoy."

Sam stirred in bed Saturday morning running his arm over the empty spot
where Joe should be.  He slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the clock.
Six AM.  He vaguely remembered Joe getting up to go to the bathroom but he
should have been back by now.  Sam rolled out of their big bed and padded
to the bathroom.  His cock was stiff as a rock and swung from side to side
like some strange creature looking for another.  The bathroom was empty
with a few signs of Joe.  He took what he thought was a new record setting
pee and then stuck his head into the hallway to look toward the kitchen.
No sign of Joe.  He stood in the doorway to their bedroom and tilted his
head.  He could faintly hear classical music.  It was coming from the
basement.  He bounced down the steps, fondling his fat achy balls and still
bloated cock.

The music was coming from the playroom.  He opened the door to a
leather-scented candlelit room.  Joe lay in the sling in the dim light.  He
wore a snug black hood to block light and calf-high boots that always got
Sam hard.  True to history, Sam's pole began to rise as he quietly walked
over and lightly touched Joe's firm chest.

"Finally sir.  I was beginning to worry that you might sleep really late
and I'd be down here for hours."  Sam smiled to himself and leaned over to
give his boy a deep long wet kiss.  Joe sucked down the big man's tongue
and worked it like the cock he wanted.  Joe dropped his head back to
receive the expected prick but Sam just tapped his cheek with it.  Sam ran
his hands over the chiseled muscle and worked both erect ringed nipples.
Joe responded with a low guttural moan.  He worked his way around the
floating man kneading the muscled frame and lightly bouncing the swollen
nuts in his big hand.  Joe loved when Sam tugged on his nuts and would
always beg for more.  Sam continued walking around Joe.  He fine-tuned the
man's needs with his firm, squeezing of hot flesh.  Joe was trembled
slightly with need as Sam came back around and straddled Joe's face.  The
young man lowered his head to find his prey, Sam's hard cock.  Sam rubbed
the rigid prick over the eager upturned face.  He leaned forward and
gripped the chains supporting Joe's legs and lowered his mouth onto Joe's
rock hard cock.  As it slid deep into his throat, Joe got his own throat
hold on Sam's man meat.

Sam sucked Joe to near orgasm then backed off as Joe worked away at his
master's prick.  The younger man squirmed and moaned each time.  The two
men sucked each other until Joe was pushing up with his hips.  Sam had wet
his fingers on his right hand and had worked his fist against Joe's tight
pucker.

"You ready for the real thing kid?"  Joe let Sam's dripping cock fall from
his mouth and begged to be fucked by Sam's powerful cock.  Sam slowly
walked around and stood between Joe's upright legs.  He adjusted the man so
his legs were slightly higher to give him better access to the hungry butt.
His finger slid into a perfectly cleaned and lubed butt hole.  "Oh you
really are ready."  He placed the head of his purple, rock hard cock
against the pink pucker and pushed.  Joe moaned and whimpered as he felt
himself being filled with giant cock.  Sam used the sling to rock Joe on
his cock and for the next 30 minutes fucked Joe until the man had shot two
loads.

Joe was dripping sweat and begging for a load from his lover.  Sam slammed
the beefy muscle butt and finally filled it to overflowing with white-hot
spunk.  He hung from his arms as his cock slowly began to subside.  It took
another five minutes for the cock to flop free from the cum-filled hole.
He pulled Joe forward and embraced him in his thick arms.  "We've been
playing all week but this was like floodgates being released.  Thanks.  It
sure beats getting up Saturday morning and going to the grocery store first
thing.

Joe nuzzled against the warm furry chest.  "Ummm you know it. Although, we
still need to go shopping.  I guess I, er we, should shower."

Sam reluctantly agreed.  "You have more fur on your chest. Oh my little boy
is growing up."

Joe slipped off the hood.  "Yep.  And I'm getting to the point, that I feel
my muscles growing.  I feel thicker."

Sam squeezed the limp dick hanging between Joe's legs.  "You are."

Zeke leaned back against Spence in Spence's big over-sized whirlpool
bathtub.  They woke up to a casual Saturday morning, sucked each other off
and were now getting frisky again in the warm bubbly water.  Spence loved
the feel of Zeke's lean muscular chest under his soapy hands.  His hard
cock pressed against the small of Zeke's back.  He took full advantage of
helping Zeke as an opportunity to stroke him off before helping him towel
dry.

Zeke sighed contentedly under Spence's gentle attention.  "You know, you
wouldn't need to help me as much if we just install a couple of grab bars
and maybe get a small stool for me to sit on?  I could pretty much do this
myself."  Spence smiled and nodded a knowing `uh-huh'.  "I could just wheel
myself in and bathe.  I do it all the time at my apartment."  Spence dried
his back.  "It would mean a lot less inconvenience for you."

"No inconvenience." He cradled Zeke in his arms and dried the big dick and
fat balls in the lush towel.

Zeke moaned.  "I mean, I love the attention and all...but...oh damn...I am
an...ahhhh, independent cuss, oh."  Zeke twisted his head around to kiss
Spence.  "You do this for the sex don't you?"

Spence quietly smiled.  "I do it cause I love the feel of your muscles and
your slippery, soapy body against mine.  And it does get me hard, but I do
it because I love you and want to do it."

"Let's get back to that hard thing.  And this hard thing that you are
stroking again.  This whole sensual thing gets you really going doesn't
it?"

"Maybe."

"So what am I supposed to do with this stiffie again?"

"Well, we could ignore it and go do the things we said we would do today,
or I could suck you off again, or you could..."

"Aha.  You greedy perv, you already got two loads out of me."

"You're still hard."

"I'm hard again."

"So, six of one."  Spence looked up from helping Zeke into his chair.  "I'm
having grab bars installed next week, and the stand alone shower is being
replaced with a roll-in unit for when you stay here.  But I will still
prefer to be in the tub with you."

Zeke shook his head and choked back emotion.  "I'm trying to rattle your
cage and you tell me all this stuff you're doing.  A couple of months ago I
wouldna believed I'd be starting a relationship with some crazy muscle nut
with a shaved head and an ass I can't get enough of and now..."  He
swallowed hard.

Spence threw the wet towel in a laundry basket.  "So you're options are
suck or fuck?"  Zeke looked at him and giggled.  Then licked his lips.
"Um, so it's suck."  He wheeled Zeke back into the bedroom, dropped to his
knees and swallowed the throbbing cock.  A few minutes later Zeke gasped
for breath as Spence greedily swallowed another full load.  He crossed his
arms across Zeke's legs.  "We do need to hit the grocery store and do some
other shopping.  And we need to talk about when you are going to move in to
this place."

Zeke blinked.  "You really want me to move in here?"  Spence nodded of
course.  "Do you know what you're in for living with a crazy, caffeine
overdosed, free-wheeling gimp?"

"I know what I am in for without you in my life all the time, 24/7."

Zeke's mouth fell open.  "Shit.  You had me at suck."

Matt groggily lounged in bed as Steve showered and got dressed.  Sam the
Shepherd sprawled across the foot of the bed idly wagging the tip of his
tail.  Steve pulled on a T and rolled his eyes. "Boy aren't you two the
picture of energy?"

Matt stroked his still semi-hard dick under the sheet.  "You could come
back to bed and help me with this."

Steve flopped into a chair and tied his shoes.  "Don't tempt me.  But.  I
need to interview this guy, well, after I make coffee.  Shouldn't take long
then we can have breakfast and tackle that to do list."  Matt grumbled as
he rolled over, buried his face in the pillow and wiggled his ass.  "Don't
be wiggling your butt at me.  I'll be hard the whole time I interview a
straight carpenter."

"Just be sure he knows that big dick belongs to me."

"Oh damn."  He slapped Matt's ass.  The beefy man groaned and wiggled it
again.  "Oh man, come on Sam let's go downstairs.  You get that pretty butt
in gear."

"It was in gear but you pulled out the gearshift earlier."  Steve whimpered
as he bounced down the stairs with a happy dog at his feet.  "Sam your
other daddy is a pervert."  He heard Matt saying he heard that from the
bedroom and smiled to himself.  Matt had set up the coffee pot and
programmed it the night before.  It clicked on just as Steve got to it.
"Damn this modern world.  Come on Sam, outside."  Sam scampered down the
steps and in a minute was joined by Doober as Ken let him out.

Steve looked up as Ken staggered down the apartment steps.  "Oh man, I had
too many margaritas last night.  And poor Bill got the worst of the after
effects of spicy Mexican food."  He stretched his arms over his head
exposing his tight chiseled abs.  His shorts hung low and showed off just a
hint of blond pubes.  "So, you doing this interview this morning?"

Steve picked up the pooper-scooper and headed across the yard.  "Yeah.  I
was shocked when this guy picked 8:00 AM on a Saturday.  He sounds really
energetic and well, nice."  "But straight?"

"We can't all be perfect.  Besides, I don't want to discriminate and if
he's open-minded to work with us, we can surely work with him.  And don't
forget, I thought you were straight for awhile."

Ken rubbed his short-cropped blond head.  "Don't call me Shirley.  Yeah,
that's hard to believe."

"Where's Bill?"

"Oh he had to work.  He's doing some big install with Scott today, overtime
and more."

"Nice.  So that means Scott isn't spending the day in bed with Swede."

"No, Swede and his guys and Gary are doing some big pool and hottub job
over by the high school."

"Hmm.  Gary turned out to be quite a little worker.  Not to mention a hot
little musclehead.  He and Tim are pumping iron everyday with DJ.  Those
kids'r gonna be fuckin' huge when school starts."

"Glad I ain't feedin' them.  Boy, can they put it away."

"Did you when you were a teenage?"

"Would I be this much of a runt if I did?"

Steve pinched a nipple on the nice perky pec.  "You aren't a runt.  You
just aren't as much of a side of beef as some of us.  Shit, if I don't run
every other day, I'd be as big as Edna Turnblad."

Ken winced.  "Oh nice visual in my mind now.  You in drag.  Ick.  You have
coffee on?"

"Yeah, help yourself.  And yell upstairs for Matt to quit being so lazy."
Ken chuckled as Steve unlocked the shop door.  Sam and Doober pushed past
him to their water bowls.  He put food out for them then walked around the
shop checking that everything was presentable for his interviewee.

Matt was standing naked, his back to the door, in the kitchen talking on
the phone when Ken walked in to get coffee.  He quietly closed the door and
admired the view until Matt turned and caught him watching.

"Okay, we'll get back to you in a bit about a time.  Later.  Bye."

"I ran out of coffee so I came to mooch a cup until I can get to the
store."  "Uh huh.  Anything else you'd like?"  Ken glanced at the big man's
beer can thick dick.

"Maybe cream."

"I'm not even going to acknowledge that.  Do I need to go put on shorts?"
Ken shook his head no and poured himself a cup of coffee.  "Pour me one."
He walked over from the fridge.  "Cream?"  He handed the smug blond a
carton.  Ken glanced down and Matt's cock twitched.

"Hmm, can I offer you sloppy seconds?"  Matt's cock twitched again.  Ken
sipped his coffee at the kitchen counter watching the shop across the yard.
Matt pressed against him and pulled down his shorts.

"I'm almost tempted."  He slid his hard cock between the smooth blond
buttcheeks.

"Do you think Steve would mind?"  Matt shook his head no.

"What about Bill?"

Ken turned around and pressed his stiff cock against Matt's.  "You know,
that's a good question.  Last week we were at the cabin and met these biker
friends of Tank's.  Well they were really rough trade kinda guys and I
found them hot but Bill seemed to be nervous around them.  Like he didn't
trust them around me."

"Did they make a move?"

"Well, two of them groped me and one damn near had his fingers up my ass
before I stopped him, but mostly just silly groping and copping a feel.
I'm not sure what was going on but they had another guy in the party room
as their sex toy."

"Ooooo kinky."

"Yeah, very.  And what's weird is the guy fit the description of the man
who jumped John in DC."

"Coincidence."

Ken shrugged and moaned as Matt pressed tighter against him.  "Maybe.  But
they had just returned from a bike run down in Virginia, just outside DC."

"And no one ever really talked with this guy?"

"Maybe Bill.  He was really quiet after meeting them and talking with Tank.
We didn't stay over there long after that.  Oh damn."  Ken put his coffee
mug on the counter and braced himself.  "I'm gonna shoot a load if you keep
that...fuck...up.  And Tank kept finding things for Harley to do away from
them."  Matt pulled Ken to him in a tight hug.  "Maybe you should ask Bill
about it.  Dammmmm."

"Yeah...shit, later."  Ken fell against Matt as their loads sprayed between
them making a nice morning mess.  "Glad I hadn't showered yet, damn you."

Matt gave him an evil grin and a quick kiss.  "Here use this towel.  I need
to start laundry before we go to the store.  Guess I better shower first.
Thanks to you now."

"Me?  Yeah right.  Oh, can I go to the store with you?  Hate shopping alone
now without Bill."

"Sure, we're going after Steve interviews this guy.  Want to shower?"

"I think I better shower alone.  Mmmm, what's that?"  The house rumbled
with the noise of a big bike.  A tall, lean, muscular man road up the
driveway on a decked out Hog.  He turned off the big machine inducing a big
whomp and then silence.  His legs were well muscled through the snug jeans
and his T-shirt did little to hide the powerful chest.  "Oh I really need
to shower alone now.  Is that possibly the new guy?"

"I guess.  I may need to have some input on this hire.  That dude is hot."

"Says the man with cum on his abs.  But yeah, I agree.  And he's supposed
to be straight?  Fuck, he better be able to handle gay men teasing him.
Well...now...thanks, um, for the coffee...but I better cum, er, go, yeah go
take a shower so we can hit, the stache, uh, store when he's done.  Gees."
Matt laughed and stroked his stiffening cock.  "You too?"

"Oh yeah.  I think a shower is a good idea.  We'll yell up at ya when we're
ready to leave."  Matt watched Ken hurry across the yard to his apartment
steps as the new guy walked into the shop.  He headed for his own
shower. His cock once again stiff and ready.  "Damn, way too much
testosterone around here."

The big man studied the outside of the wood shop, turned the doorknob and
walked in to a greeting of grumbled woofs and wagging tails.  "Hey guys,
ahh, you're two fine looking dogs."  He was on his knee scratching both
sets of ears and getting wet licks in return.  "Hi, you Steve?  I'm Ben."
The big man stopped petting the dogs and held his hand out for Steve."

"Hi, yeah I'm Steve.  That's Sam and that's Doober.  He belongs to the guy
who works here.  Sorry.  I meant to put them in the house before you got
here but didn't get to it."

"Oh that's okay.  I love dogs.  Have a Shepherd mix, a 50 pound bundle of
energy named Angie.  She keeps me quite amused and busy.  I'm Brick's
brother."

"Yeah, you look like him only a bit taller."

"Yeah, he got the shorter stockier build and I'm the string bean."

"But you obviously hit the gym?"

"Yeah, love to push iron.  Keeps me disciplined.  So you're looking for a
carpenter and I do woodworking and carpentry."

Steve warmed up to Ben and his shy smile immediately.  The dogs sitting at
his feet gave him another good sign.  "Yep.  Let me show you around and
tell you what we're doing.  That other building through the trees there is
also mine and I am setting it up as the rough workshop and then all the
finish work will happen here.  We've outgrown the space."  Steve gave him
the lowdown and was happy to get lots of knowledgeable questions back in
return.  Ben was in all-out-admiration of the quality of work Steve and Ken
were producing in the small shop.  Steve was feeling good about Ben as he
seemed to know what he was doing and because of the insightful questions.

They were back in the main workshop after having the dogs out as they
walked to the other building.  Matt and Ken were on the back deck having
more coffee watching the drizzle from under an umbrella as Steve and Ben
walked up.  Steve introduced them and explained Ken was the other
carpenter.  Ben's eyes lit up.  He complimented Ken on his work and
remarked on Doober.  Matt offered them coffee.  Ben relaxed on the deck
with the three men but still seemed a bit shy.  Ken asked him about his
bike and again his eyes lit up.

"She's my baby next to my dog.  Got her when I first went to college.
Worked my ass off to save money them my dad surprised me by covering half
the cost.  I have an old pick up that runs, most days.  The bike is my main
mode of transport."

Matt watched his face. "You don't seem like the usual wild and wacky
biker."

Ben blushed, "Nah, not me.  I'm a quiet guy.  Don't drink much, never did
drugs.  I'd earn an F for biker behavior."  He relaxed more as they talked
a few minutes about bikes and dogs. Steve walked him to his bike and
offered him the job.  "Fuck, thanks.  I can start Monday, oops, sorry about
the F-word."

Steve reassured him that it was okay and that Ken and he would sometimes
let out a few choice words when they botched something.  "How are you at
dealing with us?  I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me, or Ken or
some of my friends who stop by."

Ben looked at him with a slight quizzical confused stare.  "You mean cause
you're gay?  My brother's gay.  I don't care.  I mean I ain't one of them
narrow minded freaks who thinks you should all be hung by your nuts or
anything.  I don't judge people that way and I don't ask to be judged.
Take me for what I am."

"That's a song you know."  Ben smiled and nodded.  "Yeah, my brother took
me to see Rent, I know."

"There's a fridge so you can bring lunch to keep cool, and we can use the
kitchen in the house for anything you might want to cook.  And there's a
shower in the back of the shop if you want to clean up after work.  We
won't peek."

Ben let out a big laugh.  "Shit my brother took me to some nude gay beach.
The guys were all over me, I'm uh, a bit more than average, ya kno'.  I
ain't shy and don't think you or Ken should be.  But where do you all work
out?  I mean I feel like a runt compared to you and your partner Matt."

"I didn't say Matt was my partner."

"Didn't have to.  I can see it in your eyes.  I think I need to get me some
more muscle.  Even Ken, shorter than me but damn.  I've never been able to
put on thickness."

"Well, my friends and I are pretty big mucsleheadz.  We'll give you some
pointers, especially if it has to do with food."

Ben shook Steve's hand and humbly thanked him.  "You won't be sorry.  See
ya Monday."  He sauntered over to his bike, waved at Matt and Ken and rode
off down the street.

Ken was on the edge of his chair.  "You mean to say that man is 100%
straight?'

"Appears to be."

"Dammmmm, gonna have to wear an extra jock to control my dick.  He's hot."

Matt sipped his coffee.  "Extra jock?  Since when do you wear underwear?
Stevie, you about ready to hit the store?  Ken's coming along with us."
Ken mocked Matt as Steve shook his head.

Tony wasn't exactly having a good morning.  He dropped a tray of meat on
his way to the table and had to start over.  A saw blade broke sending a
side of beef swinging at him covering his white jacket in blood.  He
changed the blade and finished his work. He handed off the tray to another
butcher to do the rest of the processing.  "I'm going back to see if I have
another clean jacket.  This one is a bit too messed up even for me."  As he
walked back through the department he could see Bear and one of the store
managers talking in one of the aisles.  He knew they were short staffed on
the produce side of the store and Bear wasn't going to be happy if he ended
up covering someone else's work as well as his own.  "He'll be one grouchy
bear when we get home."

Bear looked at the work list on the manager's flipchart.  "I can spare one
guy for a couple of hours but the night crew left a lot more to do."

The manager a young blond man with a lean athletic build thanked him.
"They must have had one helluva fuckin' busy Friday evening cause the
shelves are still half empty.  Sorry didn't mean to swear."

Bear smiled.  He couldn't be angry at the guy, too cute.  "I don't give a
fuck.  And you're right, I saw part of last night's totals and it was a big
night.  And judging by the crowd already here at 9:15 on a Saturday, it's
gonna be all out crazy.  You gonna have enough cashiers?"

"Don't know.  That's Sarah's call and she's too snooty to let me know.  My
concern is getting things stocked.  We have other stuff we need to do but
if the shelves are empty ain't gonna be no body else's ass but mine."

Bear took part of the stock list.  "I'll get one of my men.  And I'll split
the rest to start from the middle and he can start on the other side of
this mess.  We'll get it done. I better go check on the dairy aisle."

"Thanks. Oh and you may want to avoid Tony for a while." Bear looked back
at the meat department.  "I saw him heading back to the locker area in one
messy jacket."

"Uh oh.  He's hates to make a mess.  Hmm, wonder if they got the clean
stuff in yesterday.  I need a clean jacket too.  And why would I need to
avoid Tony."

The young man took back his flipchart.  "I ain't stupid.  You two are hot
for each other and go together like salt and pepper."

"Who's pepper?"

"OH, definitely Tony.  Good luck."  Bear smiled at himself as he ducked
into the locker room to check on his mate.

"Hey bud, what happened?"

"Shitty morning, dropped trays, broke a blade, made a mess of my jacket,
we're low on some stock, I need a hug."  Bear wrapped his arms around his
buddy and squeezed. Tony's hands roamed down to Bear's ass.  "These your
old jeans?"

Bear beamed.  "Yep, I fit into them again.  How do they look?"

"Good, very good, hot even, damn look at those thighs."

"Back off butcher boy, we got work to do, go cool off in the cooler."

"Now isn't that just too convenient.  Oh shit, there aren't any more clean
jackets."

"Awww, I need one too.  Oh well."  "Easy for you.  You're not covered in
blood."

"I'd rather be covered in cum."

"I bet you would."  Tony watched Bear and his beefy round bear butt walk
away.  He slipped his jacket back on and shivered.  "Damn this thing is
disgusting."

Bear was walking toward the far side of the store when he heard a low wolf
whistle.  He was confused by it happening in a grocery sore and turned to
look for the source.  Sam and Joe smiled back at him from several feet
away.  Joe nodded with approval.  "Damn dude you're looking good."

A big smile broke across Bear's face.  "Yeah, love works miracles.  That
and hanging out with you guys.  Lost 20 pounds so far."  His furry chest
showed through the open buttons at the top of his shirt as it stretched
across his broad chest.  "Got back into my old jeans, feeling like a new
me."

Sam tilted his head to one side.  "Well, the `little you' is pretty happy
too."

A quick red rushed over Bear's face.  "Yeah, well, Tony just got a bit
frisky.  It gets things going then it won't go away.  Damn, don't talk
about it."  He held his to do list in front or his crotch.

Joe laughed.  "Okay, hey sorry we missed dinner with all you guys last
night, family stuff for Sam."

"That's okay we all understand.  But do you guys want to meet us tonight?
Steve, Matt, Ken, Bill, and Tony and me are thinking about going to that
new brewhouse."

Sam idly scratched a big pec and erect nipple through his faded T-shirt.
"Yeah, that'd be good.  Got a time?"

"Nah, Steve and Matt have a soccer game to go to for their son and they
needed to check on it.  One of us can call you later, oh no way, speak of
the devil."  Steve, Matt and Ken were coming around a far corner of the
store in the produce area.  "Work out a time with them and let me and Tony
know.  I better get to work, we're really having to hustle butt today.
Later guys."  They watched Bear walk back across the store.

Joe nodded with approval.  "And he's hustling a pretty beefy butt right
now."

"Are you horny again?"

"Again?"

Tony was holding up his jacket to see if his attempt to rinse out some
blood made much difference.  Steve and Matt watched with interest as Tony's
big arms popped with muscle.  His T-shirt clung to his heavily muscled back
and gathered at the small waist as it disappeared into his snug black
jeans.  Matt smiled with approval.  "So much better than all those baggy
pants he used to wear."

Ken stepped up behind them. "Truly.  And damn, nice pecs.  Wish mine were
big and full like that."

Stave and Matt turned and stared at him.  Steve rolled his eyes.  "Ken, if
yours were any bigger at your height, you'd keep falling over forward."

Tony cleared his throat on the other side of the counter.  "May I help you,
and I use the term loosely, gentlemen?"

Matt giggled. "Nah, we were admiring your rump roast."  Tony faked a laugh.

"Hey, how bad does this jacket look?"  Tony stepped around to the side to
show them his stained jacket.

Steve made a face.  "Not bad, if you're name is Carrie."

Tony sighed.  "Our clean jackets haven't arrived yet this morning, I've
been a bit sloppy today."

"Not like you."

Tony scratched his head.  "Well, I've been a bit distracted, this whole
thing with Bear losing weight and getting more muscle, you know rebuilding,
well it makes me, um, stand up like this rib roast."

Steve shook his head to clear his thought.  Matt nudged him.  "Do you want
to do a rib roast for dinner one night this week?"

Ken groaned.  "So, Tony, you guys still on for dinner tonight?"

"Oh yeah, and I think Swede and Scott will join us.  Although Swede is
doing a big job for a new customer this morning and isn't sure what time he
will get home.  If the rain starts again, he may have to bag it except I
guess this place has a pool and hottub both in side and out."

"Super, we'll give you a call later when we have a better idea when the
soccer game will be over.  Buddy's staying over at his friend's house
tonight.  Oh and I hired his friend's uncle this morning as a
carpenter. Small world."

Tony leaned on the display counter.  "Hey, I know Sam invited everyone up
to the cabin next weekend and is probably covering or planning to cover
everything himself.  I thought we could go in on some ribs and steaks and
take them along.  Also, include Tank and those guys.  I mean they've
entertained us a couple of times."

Ken stretched and showed off his hard round biceps.  "Sounds like a good
idea to me.  I think we should just tell Joe to tell Sam we're going to
help with this.  After all, he's providing us a place to play."  The other
three men blinked.  "Stay!  I meant stay."

Tony smirked.  "I gotta get back to trimming my meat, no not a metaphor nor
euphemism.  Talk with you boys later."

Swede and his men looked at the outdoor pool and cringed.  The family had
just moved in and had only managed to get the indoor pool into shape.
"Well, guys, I think we have our work cut out for us."

His partners looked carefully over the edge.  "This is sad.  The house and
gardens are really beautiful but the pool, ick.  You going to start with
the pumps and filters?"

Swede stripped off his company T.  "Yeah, you guys want to rehab the
hottub. And Gary, sorry bud but I gotta put you on clean-up detail."

Gary shrugged.  "That's okay.  I'll start cleaning as much as I can while
you try to get the mechanics going.  If I don't get all the crap out, ain't
going to make much difference how good the filters are working.  Lots of
crud here."

The four men split up to each address the tasks at hand.  It took Gary an
hour to just skim the surface enough to see how dirty the pool was at the
bottom.  He went looking for the pool vacuum just as Swede walked out of
the workshed.  "I need to run to a hardware store and get some parts.
There might be enough hose to run the vacuum from the inside pool.  The
owner said his son would be home and leave the sliding doors open for us.
Maybe they went away for a weekend.  Probably the beach judging by this.
Are those garbage bags the crud you cleaned up so far?"

"Yeah, pretty sad.  Hope the indoor pool wasn't this bad. Looks good from
here."

"Thanks, the guys were out and cleaned that pool earlier in the week.  The
inside hottub also still needs to be done.  Hey look around for a testing
kit while you're in there.  Be back in a bit."

Gary spent a few more minutes cleaning up surface debris before the
emerging sun got to him.  He dropped his cutoffs in favour of a new small
swimsuit.  It did little to hide his dick and fat teenage balls.  And it
showed off his hard gained gym body really well.  He tried the sliding
doors.  As promised, they were unlocked.  There was a storage room just
inside where he found everything he needed to vacuum the pool hooked to a
separate cleaning system, thank heaven. He ran his lines and began
cleaning.  About halfway through he remembered to look for the testing kit
and wandered back inside.  He was rummaging through the storage room when a
voice from behind startled him.

"Whatcha need?"

Gary turned to find another young man about his own age standing in the
doorway.  He was a bit taller and very nicely muscled.  "Um, the testing
kit to make sure the pool chemistry is balanced."

"Oh yeah, gees, I hope we have one, in fact we have to have one cause I
think my Dad used it on the indoor pool.  Let me help."  The well-built
teen pressed into the relatively small space with Gary and began looking.
He was dressed in cutoffs and flip-flops.  His scent was making Gary
dizzy."

"I'm not seeing anything."

"I am, oh uh, damn there has to, oh wait, it may be in the storage bin
where we keep the seat cushions."  The kid stood up and brushed his chest
against Gary's as he squeezed past.  Gary followed and sure enough, the
testing kit was in the bin like he thought.  "Gotta think like my Dad.  I'm
Jack."  He held out his hand.  Gary shook it and felt a rush of energy
shoot up his arm.

"Gary.  Thanks.  You just move in here?"

"Yeah, a couple of weeks ago.  The `rents had a lot of work done on the
house before we moved in but yard work and pool stuff were at the bottom of
the list.  The guys were here the other day and got the indoor pool all
back to tip top shape.  I'm loving it.  Feels really great to do a few laps
after a good workout.  But to be outside in the sun will be super.  Guess I
should let you get back to work.  We didn't move here in time for me to
line up a summer job, so all I do is workout and now swim.  Actually, gets
sorta old after a while."

Gary knew he should get back to work but being close to this guy was
feeling too good.  "Where do you work out?"

"Here, let me show you."  Jack walked through another door into a
well-equipped and brightly lit gym.  "It doesn't have everything but until
I can line up something else, this works great.  I hope to get a pass for
the high school so I can get into shape for football."

Gary felt his nuts react.  "This district? That's where I go. And play
football.  A couple of my friends and I workout at the school twice a week.
But we also belong to a local gym and hang out with a bunch of older
muscleheadz who have really encouraged and helped us with our workouts."

"Oh man, I would love to find some workout buddies."

"So join us.  We can sneak you into the school until your pass comes and
the gym ain't so expensive for students."

"Is everyone as beefy as you?"

Gary snorted and walked back toward the outside door.  "I better get this
up to my boss.  Nah, I'm the youngest and feel like a runt sometimes."

"Really?  Shit, what does the rest of the fuckin' football team look like?"

"Oh three of my buddies are leaving to play college ball this fall. I'm the
only high schooler."

Jack shook his head and casually pulled at his crotch.  "Wow, I really have
my work cut out for me."  Gary turned and smiled.

"Nah, you're in great shape."  They walked out into the back yard and Gary
handed the chemicals and kit off to a returning Swede.  Jack eyes popped
when he saw Swede.

"Holy shit, how tall are you?"

Swede smiled and did a quick survey of the good-looking teen.  "Not quite
six six.  I'm Swede."  He held out his hand and shook Jack's.

"Jack, sorry I was showing Gary the workout room.  Hey the indoor pool is
great, thanks for getting it back into shape."

"You're welcome.  We have a couple of hours before more rain comes through
so we hope to get the outdoor stuff up to snuff. Hey Gary, check the hottub
in doors to be sure it doesn't need a big cleaning again.  We were having a
hard time balancing it the other day."  Gary nodded and headed back inside.
Jack watched Swede.

"You one of the guys that Gary workouts with?"

"I am now.  Didn't used to belong to that gym but I go there now because my
partner goes there and I've made some other friends I like there.  We get a
little silly but always get a good workout."

"Cool.  Man I wish I had your height."

Swede smiled.  "You're what 17?  You got some growing to do so who knows."

Jack licked his lips.  He looked around the yard at Swede's other two
workers.  "You uh, doing any supplementation?"

"Not any more, I won't lie to you.  I did a few cycles.  But genetically I
am blessed.  I got in with this group and we have a very set routine of
supplements, legitimate, that we do and we help keep each other in line.
There's a lot you can do and add when you know how to balance things and
eat properly."  "Man, I am so going to have to hang out with Gary.  I'm
going to be going to his high school."

"Super.  He's a good kid. Got his head on pretty straight."  A cell phone
sitting on a table rang and Swede motioned for one of the guys to get it.

"It's Scott."

"Thanks.  "Scuse me Jack, that's my partner."  Jack gave him a quick wave
and headed back inside.  Gary was working the hottub from the inside.  He
was waist deep in the warm water and would bend done periodically and
adjust the jets.

"Swede got a phone call from his business partner."  Gary looked confused.
"I think the other guy said it was Scott."

Gary tilted his head sideways.  "Oh that Scott."  It was Jack's turn to
look confused.  "Um, the other guys out there are his partners.  Scott's
his life partner."

Jack flopped into a patio chair.  "Oh really?  You're kidding.  Swede's
gay?  No.  You're jagging me.  I mean, I've been on the web and you know
you see things but I never, he's really gay?"  Gary laughed and nodded.
"The other guys?"

"No.  They're straight but get along really well.  They tease Swede a lot
about Scott.  All in good fun."

Jack shook his head.  "Wow, so much for stereotypes."  Gary smiled and kept
working.  "We moved here from Cincy.  I didn't really expect to meet
someone like Swede.  Is he open and is he going to be mad if I know?"

Gary shook his head no.  "No he's cool. Are you kidding?  When you're as
big as he is, are you gonna let some shit-head call you queer, hell no.
You squash him and then say thank you."

Jack whistled.  "Has he done that?"

Gary laughed.  "No, I'm pulling your leg.  He's a pretty cool guy."  He sat
on the edge of the tub and swung himself out of the water.  He had stripped
off his shorts again in favour of his very small red swimsuit.  Jack's eyes
checked out the ample package.  "And you might as well hear it from me and
not hear the jokes at school.  So am I."

Jack sat back in the chair and stared blankly at Gary.  He took a deep
breath and looked around the indoor pool area.  He could see Swede working
away outside through the tinted glass.  The other guys were helping run
some new lines and pipe.  He slowly got up and walked around to the back of
the hottub closest to the inside door to the basement and workout room.
His face was flushed and he looked like he couldn't decide what to do.
Gary took a deep breath.  "Look I'm sorry but I went through some really
stupid shit last year and I figured rather than go through life hiding from
everyone, I was going to be out and if people can't accept it then too bad.
I'm sorry if I upset you."

Jack held on to the side of the hottub.  He spoke very quietly.  "You
didn't upset me.  I just wasn't prepared.  I mean Swede is way more man
than I ever thought I would know to be gay and then you.  You look like
someone who could compete in those teen bodybuilding contests, an all-out
jock, no pun intended, and you say you're gay."

"I didn't want you to hear it later at school."

"People are okay with it?"

"Not everyone.  There are some real assholes out there.  And a lot of
people who talk equality but only mean it if it's racial.  It doesn't
include queers."

"Yeah, I read the stories.  And my Dad's pretty conservative, he, well,
he's not the most open minded.  He really kept a tight fist on my older
brothers.  They're both at college even for the summer.  They decided it
was easier to go to school year round than come home and live under his
rules and roof.  They can be freer at school.  They're not gay they just
like to have the occasional one or 10 beers."

"Who doesn't?"

Jack smiled.  He took a deep breath.  "I only have one more year and then
college.  I gotta hope I get a football or athletic scholarship somewhere
cause it's my way out.  The only gay guys I knew where we used to live were
these really queeny, girly guys who wouldn't know a football from a
baseball.  I play both sports.  Anyway, I, uh, well they liked sucking me
off and it was the only release I had.  Unless I went out with some loose
girl who went down on anything and got fucked by everyone.  We moved here
and I though oh shit now what the fuck am I gonna do.  I figured I'd be
beating my meat until my arm was 22 inches.  At least I'd have one killer
bicep.  But..."

"But what?"

"I don't think I'm as strong as you.  I don't know if I can handle people
knowing I am gay at school."  Gary watched Jack's face go from pained to
confusion to relief.  "You're the first person I've actually said that to,
wow."

Gary walked around the side of the tub and hugged the trembling teen.
"It's okay.  I won't tell anyone unless you do first.  And you can be
yourself around these guys.  You, uh, doing anything tonight?  You want to
meet a couple of my other friends?"  Jack nodded and melted against Gary.

"I met one guy who was a college student, sucked him off, no big deal.  I
wanted him to fuck me but it hurt too much so I've never...let him finish."
"You don't have to be in any hurry."  Gary ran his hands over the muscular
back.  "Except now I'm hard and I need to get back to work."

Jack pressed his own stiff dick against Gary's.  "Man I'd like to..."

"Yep, but I need to get back to work. You need to wait till later."  He
gave Jack a quick kiss and slipped his shorts back on over his swimsuit.
"Trust me."

Gary went back to work.  Jack rumbled around his room actually cleaning and
organizing.  He heard Gary call to him about the middle of the afternoon.
Jack had changed and was wearing a small swimsuit, one he had no intention
of ever letting his father see.  He bounded down the steps with a towel
wrapped around his waist.  He could see one of the trucks heading down the
driveway but couldn't make out who the passengers were.  A moment of panic
washed over him that Gary had already left.  Swede and Gary were sitting on
the side of the outdoor pool when Gary walked out the sliding doors.

"I wasn't sure you hadn't left."

"Well, we're all finished and need to be heading out in a bit."  Gary
glanced at the towel guessing what might be hidden underneath.

Swede stood up and shook Jack's hand.  Gary's been telling me a little
about your talk earlier today.  He said you two have a common bond."  Jack
again had a moment of panic wash over his face.  Swede grinned broadly.
"You'll both be playing football together this fall."

"Oh yeah that.  Yeah, I'm anxious to meet the coaches and the team.  Have
an appointment set up next week.  A little nervous that I won't make the
team."

"What?  Gary said you play line and with your muscle and thickness, they
have to be nuts not to use you."

Gary kicked at the now clean water.  "Besides, none of our lineman have
butts as nice as yours."

Swede looked down at the ground and chuckled.  "He told me some other
things too.  I sorta figured out the rest and don't worry, you're safe
around us.  I won't breathe a word to your parents."

Jack let out a quick sigh of relief.  "Thanks.  I'm not sure I'm ready to
handle things the way Gary is.  I'll be happy if I can just relax and be
myself around a few close friends once in awhile."

Gary nodded.  "That's why I think you should come to dinner with Tim and
Ron and me tonight.  They'll be leaving for college in the fall but they're
out and dealing with things really well.  Course, their families are a bit
different."

Jack winced.  "Well, so is mine.  Conservative with a capitol suck.  My
brothers are okay but they hardly ever come home from school now and have
no intention of ever moving back under my Dad's roof."

Swede rubbed his shoulder.  "Puts more focus on you but we'll stand by you,
count on it.  In the meantime, I think if you meet this group of guys who
are all friends, you'll be more comfortable knowing that they are a lot of
gay men out there in all sizes, shapes, interest, you get it.  If you've
been on the Internet you had to have seen everything."

Jack laughed.  "Boy, that's for sure and then some."

Swede stood up and stretched.  "I need to be getting home.  Some things I
need to do before Scott comes over.  Hey, we're going to some new place
tonight for dinner, definitely think about coming along.  Unless, Gar, you
and Tim have other plans?"

"Nothing set in stone.  I'll ask them.  Uh, you giving me a ride back to my
car or would you?"

Jack's head shot up.  "Sure, can you stay and swim a while?"

Swede glanced at Gary who blushed.  "And Jack, I left a list of things that
should be replaced on all of this stuff if your dad wants things to stay in
working order.  The previous owners didn't seem to update anything and he
may want to invest a bit to be sure things don't break down.  Again.  Have
him call me if he has any questions.  Okay, I'm taking off and leaving you
two here...to swim.  Don't be doing anything stupid, ya hear?"  Gary and
Jack both reassured him they would be on their best behavior and wouldn't
do anything he wouldn't.  "That's not reassuring."  They watched Swede's
big beefy butt and wide broad shoulders head toward the truck."

Jack took a deep breath.  "Man, there isn't anything I wouldn't like better
than to get naked with you but the cleaning people are here today too for
some bizarre reason and well, they might have a fucking canary."

"No problem.  Swimming is fine and it would be cool if you could come to
dinner with all of us.  I can call Tim and Ron and see what they want to
do.  However, you may want to get rid of that before anyone gets here."
Jack looked down at the front of the towel.  It was obviously hiding a
stiff boner in his swimsuit. His hard dick was about to pop out of it.
"Maybe, you need to cool down."  Gary pushed Jack sideways into the pool.
Jack surfaced spluttering.  "Dick head."

"Later.  I think I should shower off before jumping into this fine clean
pool."  Jack watched as Gary dropped his jeans and walked over to the
outdoor shower in his tiny suit.  A broad shit-eating grin covered his face
as he took a long run and executed a sweeping dive into the pool next to
Jack.  When he surfaced, Jack was next to him. Gary felt the hard stiff
prick slide against his hip.  "We can see is any cars come up the drive
when they get to the garage.  The cleaning people can't see much of the
pool area from this side of the house.  I brought my baggies to put on just
in case.  My Dad would shit himself if he saw my dick in these kinds of
swimsuits."

"Damn, everyone can see your dick in those."

It was the middle of the afternoon before Gus felt more or less human
again.  He ate a quick sandwich and had some coffee as he glanced at the
paper and the stack of mail piled on his kitchen counter.  There was a sick
feeling in the pit of his stomach. Kevin hadn't returned his call.  It had
been several days since they had spent the night together and he was
feeling a bit insecure.

A phone message from the guys about dinner that night at a new brewhouse
sounded like a good idea and heaven knows he was ready to unwind a bit.  He
had left a message for Kevin about it earlier.  Hanging with these guys
always did his spirit a lot of good.  He put his dishes in the washer,
decided it was finally enough to do a full load and started the machine.
He fumbled with the phone pondering whether or not to give Kevin another
call.  He didn't want to rush anything with the younger man but at the same
time he hadn't felt this good about anyone in years.  Thinking about Kev
started his dick hardening.  He rubbed the big uncut cock through his
shorts and groaned.  "Damn, I'm a mess."  He stared at his manicured lawn
through the back window and was about to hit the shower when the doorbell
rang.

"Be right there."  He swung open the wide door and found Kevin leaning
against his bike, shirtless and sweaty. A back pack hanging from his
shoulder.

"I biked out here hoping you'd feel sorry for me. Let me shower with you?"

"I think you're nuts for biking all the way out here but you can still
shower with me.  Come on in, oh my."  Kevin leaned his bike against the
front porch wall and turned to face Gus.  "Do you always bike without
underwear, that's a pretty obvious outline of your cock."

"No, but why wear something I don't need at this end of the trip.  Jock,
schmock."

"Hmm, a sweaty jock might be hot."  Gus stifled a yawn.  "Did you get my
message earlier?"

"Yeah, that's why I'm here, brought clothes to wear later.  It's been a
really crappy week, we need a break."

Gus pulled Kevin to him and hugged the wet sweaty man.  "Tell me about it.
Did you get caught in the rain?"

"Yeah, but I like biking wet.  Is your work hell over?"

Gus inhaled the man's scent and felt his cock stiffen again.  "Yeah, I'm
off till Tuesday.  These past few days have been murder.  I'm sorry."

"Why?  Not your fault they were short-staffed and you pulled double shifts.
Forty eight hours in three days is a lot.  And my schedule didn't help with
last minute stuff we had to do.  I did 12 hour days myself."

"Mmmm, you feel so good, taste salty though."

"Don't lick too much.  Not good for the blood-pressure."

"I don't have high blood pressure."  Gus ground their cocks together.
"Damn, Danny, why'd I wait this long?"

"I'm glad you did otherwise, I might not be here right now."

"Well my big whirlpool tub would probably feel good."  He slid his hands
under the tight biker shorts over the hard round butt.  "Come on.  We can
soak and relax for a couple of hours before dinner." Gus started the water
running and slipped off his shorts.  His cock swung free.  The tip of his
cock head poked just a bit through the long foreskin.  Kevin dropped to his
knees and swallowed the big shaft.  "Careful Danny, not too quickly."

"Somehow I don't think it would interfere with what I want later.  You know
I like how you still call me Danny.  And to be honest, man Gus, I
fantasized about your cock for a long time as a kid.  I saw you once naked
when we all went camping, big uncut dick, swinging between your legs.  It
took me oh 20 years to get it into my mouth but it tastes good."

"Twenty years?  Wow.  Come on in."  The two men slipped into the swirling
water and Gus slowly lathered Kevin's lean muscular body.  "Oh fuck this
feels sooooooooo good.  Too bad it took Sam's father passing away to get us
to this point."

Kevin relaxed in the big man's arms.  "Knowing what I do about Sam, I think
we would have been crossing paths soon at some point.  He seems to have a
sixth sense about people.  It's pretty amazing how he pairs just the right
students for projects and gets unbelievable results.  He would have figured
me out and who knows how else we would have met?"

"But would we be here now?"

Kevin wiggled his ass against the hard cock pushing against it.  "I would
have done everything in my powers to be here.  But with Sam, well, he's
good at putting the pieces together."

"That's exactly what I need to do.  There's so much I don't know about this
gay, thing, this lifestyle, this change for me.  I'm embarrassed to say
that I've never fucked a man nor been fucked."

Kevin reached behind him at the insistent pole.  "We have the rest of the
weekend to work on that."

Gus laughed and kissed the back of Kevin's neck.  "So tell me more about
the things you like, and what makes up your gay life, you know, so I have a
better idea of what to expect.  Kevin rubbed the big thighs on either side
of him and tried to explain some of the things he did in a few minutes.

"You have to remember I came out when I was in college, sort of like Buzz.
I can't imagine what coming out while in high school is like for Tim."

"I can't either.  The kid is way braver than I ever would have been."
Kevin went on to fill in a few more gaps for him honing in on key words,
like leather, motorcycles, IML, and vacationing in gay friendly places. Gus
sighed and laid his head back on the edge of the tub.  "Damn, I have so
fuckin' much to learn.  I get some of what goes on between Buzz and John
but don't think that slave/master thing is me."

"Well, it isn't really me either but I am drawn to really masculine men and
put them in leather, well, I'll kneel at their boots all night."

"Um, I'll remember that."

"Gus, we've known each other a long time but from a different life and
viewpoint.  I want to get to know you from this side of the world.  We can
take it slowly and as long as you want me around, I'll be here.  I'm a
little embarrassed to admit that since the moment our paths crossed at the
funeral home, I've been thinking about you a lot.  I have a bit of a crush.
Stupid eh?"

Gus ran his hands up over the firm furry pecs and hugged Kevin in the warm
slippery, soapy water.  "No, not at all.  The only thing that kept me going
these last few days of double shifts was hoping we'd get to spend time
together this weekend.  I'd think about you and feel good and well,
excited.  You know?"

Kevin clenched his butt on the big dick.  "Like that?"  Gus groaned.  "I'll
take that as a yes."

A voice from the doorway startled them.  "I would."  Both men snapped their
heads around to see Tim leaning in the bathroom door.

Gus rolled his eyes.  "This is embarrassing.  How long have you been
there?"

Tim giggled and smiled.  "Since, `you had me at hello'."

Gus sighed.  "Oh good grief.  I didn't expect you home until later."

"Obviously.  I knocked off a bit early to get home and shower.  Ron, Gary,
and some new guy he met are joining all you reprobates at the new brewhouse
for dinner.  That is if you two can drag yourselves away from lounging in
the bath.  Or whatever else?"  He tried to look into the bubbling water.

Gus shot him a look through narrowed eyes.  "Tim.  Be nice."

Tim walked into the bathroom and knelt next to the tub.  "Dad.  You raised
seven boys basically by yourself, hardly ever went out and had little to no
sexual relief for decades."

"Not that long."

"You know what I mean.  The guys and I love you.  We only want you to be
happy.  If it has taken you this long to realize you were a flaming queen,
then so be it."  Kevin snickered.  Gus smacked him in the back of the head.

"I'm not a flaming queen."

Tim rubbed his shoulder.  "No, you aren't.  You're my father.  You accepted
me, and Buzz for who we are, unconditionally.  You never blinked.  You only
wanted us to be happy.  Shit, you gave Buzz away in a leather ceremony.
You've always put us first, always."  Tears were running down Tim's face.
"From what I just heard, you're two men who want to try to have something
together.  It ain't no one night stand.  Or fuckbuddies like me and Gary."

Gus sucked in a breath.  "I didn't need to hear it put quite that way.  But
I have to be honest with myself."

"Exactly Dad.  If this is who you are, all of us support you."

"Well, you're older brothers might have a bit of an eye opener."

Tim shook his head as more tears flowed.  "No, we've all talked about well,
maybe you were gay.  It's okay Dad.  We all fucking love you so much.  We
can never give back what you gave to us.  We just want you to be happy.
That's all, just happy."

"Thanks son."

"And from what I see, this ain't too bad a start.  Can I join you two?"  A
snarky smile spread across his face.

"You have Gary.  Go play with your fuck buddy.  Smart ass."  Tim leaned in
and gave Gus a long kiss.  "Don't be slipping your Dad the tongue."

"So Kevin, are your intentions honourable here?  Is it Kevin or Danny?"

"Either.  And yes, my intentions are to deflower your father as honourably
as possible."

"Ooo, good answer.  Well, I'll leave you two to uh, suck, er soak."  He
stood up, wiped another tear from his eye and walked away.  "See you at
dinner."

Kevin pulled Gus' arms back around him.  "Pretty good words from an
18-year-old."

"Uh huh."

"Are you crying?"

"Yep."

"Me too."

"We probably need to get out of this and uh, move it to the other room
awhile before dinner?  K?"  Kevin nodded and hoisted himself from the tub.
The two men quietly helped each other towel dry before heading to the
bedroom.  He kissed Kevin deeply.  "Go make yourself comfortable.  I need
to say something to Tim."

"Uh, you don't have any clothes or a towel."

"Does it matter at this point?"

Gus walked into Tim's bathroom as he was finishing his shower.  "Dad, I'm
naked!!"

"Fair play."  He grabbed Tim in a tight bearhug and laid on a long deep
kiss.  Then held him in his arms for what seemed a long time.

"Dad, uh, not that pressing my naked body against yours isn't a turn on,
but, uh, you're crushing me."

"I love you Timmy.  I love you boys so much.  All I want for you is a good
life and I hope you find someone who makes you happy, a relationship like a
Sam and Joe for you would make me so happy."

"Don't you think you deserve that?"

"I hope so.  Son, you need to know there isn't anything you can't bring to
me to discuss.  Not now anyway."  He chuckled as he squeezed his son's
stiff cock and cupped the fat teenage balls in his hand.  "Pretty
impressive."

"Um, yeah well, I think I got that from you."

Gus sighed and pulled him closer.  "You know I can't cross that boundary of
sex with you, at least not right now.  Maybe never, who knows.  But I do
love you."

"I know Dad.  But if you don't stopping playing with my nuts, well, I'm
gonna spray all over you."  Both men chuckled and looked deeply into each
other's eyes.  "Didn't you leave someone waiting?"

"Yeah, see you at dinner."  Gus walked back to his bedroom, closed the door
and jumped on the bed.  "Now, where were we?"  He pulled Kevin into his
arms and planted another long, deep, wet kiss."

"What time is dinner?"

Sam had spent the last week in a jumble of activity with the funeral,
family events, trying to catch up with friends and working evening hours to
keep up with work email.  He'd watched Vince and his crew doing the yard
work and tending to a tree problem.  He failed at keeping out of the way of
the housecleaning crew who swarmed in and took control with efficiency not
seen in Iraq.  He followed Swede around when he stopped by to check on the
pool.  Swede finally pushed him in to get him out of the way.  Joe figured
the best way to get him back to normal was to offer him a lot of
opportunities for sex.  His ass was regretting he had chosen that route.

A seemingly innocent suggestion of washing their vehicles late Saturday
turned into a water battle with them both covered in suds and their cutoffs
obscenely wet, clinging and hanging low.  Both Sam's truck and Joe's car
were sparkling clean and safely back in the garage.  Sam rinsed off with
the hose then claimed to be rinsing Joe one more time before they stripped
for some relaxation in the pool.  Joe thought he was going to get another
intense ass fucking before dinner but was more than happy to lounge lazily
by the pool with Sam occasionally stroking his leg or arm.  They read,
catching up on numerous publications that had accumulated, finished off two
day's worth of papers and even sorted through the endless pile of mail from
the counter.

Dinner was at 6:30 or maybe seven?  Because the group had once again grown
beyond normal size, Matt had talked the owner of the brewpub into letting
them use the party room that for some reason was not booked.  At five, Sam
looked at his watch and sighed as he scratched his big, round pec.  "We
should probably get cleaned up soon.  It will take us 20 to 30 minutes to
get over there and I don't feel like rushing.  It's been too nice a day to
go into frantic mode now."

Joe lifted his arms over his head and stretched.  "Okay, guess I should hit
the shower."

"I'll help."  Joe turned to Sam and looked at his watch.  "I promise I
won't make us late.  I'll just lather and rinse."

"Oh yeah, that always works."  Sam did keep his word.  He sensually
lathered Joe's muscular body, slipping fingers into crevices and holes,
stroking his dick to the point of release and then backing away, getting
Joe's nipples aroused to the point that he knew wouldn't relax for hours.
He lovingly applied lotion on Joe's blond body to ward off dry skin from
the sun.  The smooth caress of Sam's large callused hands made Joe tremble.
He took him tightly in his arms and laid on one long, deep wet kiss.
Smiling, he looked deeply into Joe's eyes and dropped his hands.

"So what're you wearing tonight, shorts or jeans?  It's a warm night do we
want to take the bikes?  It isn't supposed to rain anymore."

"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  You get me up on that damned high wire and then leave
me dangling. My dick will be leaking all night and look at these nips?"
Sam reached out to tweak the left one.  "Oh no you don't not unless you
plan on getting me off."

Sam smiled coyly.  "Later.  I say jeans so we can take the bikes."  Joe's
body was a live net of sexually wound nerve endings.  Just sliding on jeans
and his riding boots caused his balls to swell.  The soft T-shirt sent
lightning bolts of energy from his nips to his toes.  He was fighting to
keep his dick from obscenely showing in his jeans by the time they hit the
road.  Sam was enjoying the results of his sexual handiwork.  Joe would be
wound even tighter by the time they got home.

He slipped his thick muscular legs into a snug pair of black jeans.  Pulled
them down over his worn comfortable boots searched for a simple black T.
Everyone in the pub turned to watch when Joe and he entered looking like
two competitive bodybuilders who had arrived for a show instead of dinner.
Joe's T was pulled tightly over his firm pecs and showed off two very proud
nipples.

Gary and Jack had spent a couple of hours swimming, horsing around in the
water and lounging by the pool quietly talking.  The cleaning people saw
nothing more than two teenage boys hanging out together enjoying everything
a pool has to offer.  What they didn't see when Jack went to his room to
shower and change for dinner was Gary on his knees sucking down an
impressive teenage cock.  Jack almost fell over twice. The expertise of
Gary's blow job was more than anything he had experienced prior.  They had
allowed time for Jack to drive Gary to pick up his car and then go to
Gary's so he could change.  Jack left his father a message that he would be
away from the house for a couple of hours having dinner with friends,
reminded him of his cell number and flipped the phone shut.

"Shouldn't give them anything to worry about."

Gary chuckled.  "Well it's not like your going to be spread out on the
table as the main course."  Gary stopped inside the garage when he saw the
only remaining car was an A4.  "This is an Audi."

"Yeah, my mom got a new car and gave this to me.  I had an old Focus that
was just fine but they think I need something more stylish."

"It's a nice car."

"Oh yeah, but I'd rather have my old Focus or a pick-up truck.  This is too
much for me."

"Well, if you get tired of it just let me know."

On the way to his house, Gary told Jack the whole whacked out story about
Mr. Toomey and also some of what Ron had experienced.  Jack was in total
awe of the support system the two young men had in their families and
friends.  "My father is so conservative.  He just couldn't handle it if I
told him I was gay.  I'd be in a special school somewhere or in one of
those nut job programs that say they can make gay people into straight."
Jack reached over and rubbed Gary's tanned leg.  "You're lucky.  You seemed
to have come though this with your head on pretty straight."

"Now didn't I just say I was queer."

"You know what I mean.  I mean, my Dad wasn't always this strict but my mom
and he have fallen into the trap of all these neo-conservative, rightist
whack jobs.  They're taking our country backwards."

"Yeah, I agree.  We need to be sure we vote when we get old enough and work
with people to help keep things on an even keel."

"Are you going to tell your folks I'm gay?"

"Not necessarily.  But they'd rather know I was out with friends, not
getting drunk or doing drugs and with one of my gay friends than doing all
the things that would get me into trouble, ya know?"  Jack nodded.  "That's
Swede's complex and my car is at the end of the lot.  Just follow me to my
house, isn't far."

A few minutes later they pulled into Gary's driveway.  He introduced Jack
to his family as the new guy who had just moved here and would be playing
football with him.  His father seemed to connect the dots when he said they
were joining all their friends for dinner.  And he promised not to drink.

Jack flopped onto Gary's bed as Gary stripped out of his shorts and
swimsuit.  "Wow, you're Dad was really cool meeting me and I think he
figured I must be gay since we're having dinner with all these gay men."

"Maybe.  My Dad met all of these guys during the whole Toomey thing.  He
respects them for everything they did for me and for standing by me.
They're all right in his book so he knows I'm safe with them."

"Have you fucked with any of them?  Wow, that's some tan line!"  Gary was
tan from head to toe except for a small white band where his smallest
swimsuit covered him.

Gary snorted.  "Swede hasn't forbidden me to wear this tiny suit but I also
know there are certain houses where I don't drop my shorts or get into the
pool to work.  And no, to answer your question, the only guys I've fooled
around with are Tim and Ron.  They're our age so it's more a need to have
some release or our nuts would explode.  The other guys are all very
respective of my not being 18, they don't cross the line.  And that's okay.
Although, when you meet them, you'll understand it ain't easy.  There's a
little groping now and then. And lots of hugging and kissing, but no one
tries for outright sex."

Jack looked confused.  "They're gay men.  Why would it make a difference to
them how old you are if you know what you want?"

Gary shrugged as he headed to the shower.  "The eternal struggle."  Jack
looked through a stack of books on coming out and being young and gay while
Gary shaved and showered.  There was a digital photo album on the computer
desktop on which Jack clicked.  His eyes widened and his cock stiffened as
he worked his way through picture after picture of big beefy men in various
states of undress or naked, or fully dressed at party or dinner functions.
"Those are a lot of the guys who will be at dinner tonight."

"Oh sorry, I was curious, hope you don't mind."

"It'll cost you a blow job later."  Jack groped Gary's limp dick.  "Not
now, we'll be late.  Oddly, these guys are seldom late."  He threw on jeans
and a T-shirt and ran his hand over his buzzed head.  "How's this look?"

Jack licked his lips.  "That shirt is one step away from slutware.  Who's
this?"

"That's Ron, one of the guys who is going to state this fall on a football
scholarship, from our high school.  You think he's hot?"

"Does it show?"

"It does if you stand up.  He's a good guy, and uh, well here's a nude
pic." Jack whistled.  "Are you okay?"

"No, between him and all those humpy men, I'm leaking."

"Well, then grab some tissue.  Let's go."

The gang was pretty much on time and eagerly partying.  The few underage
guys were carded and noted.  It was a sworn code they would not attempt to
drink when out with the crowd.  Gary worked his way around introducing Jack
to everyone.  Jack was perfectly polite but outwardly stressing to keep his
dick under control.  His mouth dropped open when he met Sam and Joe.

Joe shook his hand and smiled warmly.  "Are you okay?  You seem a bit um,
nervous.  You holding that menu for a reason?"  Jack slowly shook his head
as Joe peaked at the obvious outline of Jack's hard dick.  "Get used to it
and don't ever be shy around these guys.  You'll see more than one hardon
if you watch closely enough.  We're all friends, no big deal to spring some
wood."  Sam walked back with a drink for Joe.  He shook Jack's hand and
then hugged him.  Joe watched Jack's eyes roll to the back of his head and
a tremble run through the teenager's body.

"Welcome to the chaos Jack.  You'll leave here with a lot of new buds
tonight.  Hmmm."  Sam let his hand brush Jack's cock.  "I'd say you were
already enjoying yourself."

"Yessir."  Sam threw his arm over him and walked him over to Bruce and
Steve.  Joe giggled as Jack struggled to walk.

A few minutes later Gary introduced Jack to Ron.  The young black man gave
him his best smile and hug.  Jack was speechless.  Gary made sure to seat
Jack between Ron and him.  Dinner was almost two hours of silly ribbing,
outright bad jokes and lots of catching up.  Sam made sure Gary knew to
invite Jack to the cabin next weekend if his father allowed.  Jack hardly
said a word during the whole dinner.  Instead, he let himself relax and
take in the warm friendship of all of these gay muscleheadz.  His mouth
dropped open again when Officer John repeated his story of his second round
of injuries on the way back from DC.  Buzz bravely listened to all the
kidding again.

Jack leaned over to Ron, their thighs rubbing together.  "Is he really a
cop?"

"Yeah, but not in our area.  You'd have to get picked up over at Sam and
Joe's."

"Something tells me it would be worth it."

Between nine and ten, some of the gang started to head home.  Tony and Bear
had to work in the morning.  Bruce and Steve had the hour's drive home.
Spence and Zeke were both wiped out from a week of way too many work hours.
Swede and Scott simply admitted they just wanted to go home and fuck.
Everyone made sure to welcome Jack again and either shake his hand or rub
his back.  He stood with Tim, Gary and Ron in front of the restaurant and
chatted.

"Guys, I can't thank you enough for including me in on this.  And if it's
okay with you Gary, I'd like to go to the cabin with all of you.  But I
need to ask my Dad."

"Understood and it would be a lot of fun.  There's another group of
muscleheadz up there who you'll enjoy meeting too."

"Like these guys?"

"Oh yeah.  That group is even quicker to lose their clothes."  "Shit.
Well, guys, I need to get home.  I'm supposed to be watching the house so I
promised I wouldn't be away later than 10:30.  Um, you could come over and
swim for a while."

Tim perked up at the mention of the pool.  "We can grab suits real fast."

Jack glanced at Ron.  "No need for suits."

Gary smirked.  "Okay then, follow me to my house, where Jack can get his
car and we can follow him to his place then."

Tim wrapped his arm around Gary's waist.  "Why don't you share a ride with
me?"  Gary picked up his double meaning quickly.  They were back at Jack's
by 10:30.  His father called at 10:45.  Jack was leaning against the frame
of the sliding doors watching his three new friends swim naked in the pool.
His cock swung hard and proud in front of him.  "Have a good night Dad.  I
will."

He crossed over to the edge of the pool as Ron swam up.  "You will what?"

"Be careful."

"What do you have to be careful about?"

Jack slipped into the water and pressed his wet slippery body next to
Ron's.  "We'll see."

Kevin relaxed in the passenger seat as Gus climbed behind the wheel.  He
stretched his long arms out in front of him and let out a long sigh of
contentment.  "You okay?  You only had one beer."

"Oh yeah, I'm fine.  After several 16-hour shifts I was afraid to drink
more than one and be too tired to function later.  But I am stuffed. That
was a lot of food.  I'm glad we didn't do appetizers."

"Yeah, I'd be asleep for sure.  That is a pretty animated group, a lot of
good-natured kidders and a very strong underlying friendship and love."

"Yeah.  I saw that when they rallied around Matt in the hospital.  It's
what pulled me into the group.  Then when I realized Buzz was part of it,
it just felt, well, even more right."

Kevin relaxed further into the leather seat.  He reached out and rubbed
Gus' thick thigh.  "Mmmm, a lot of things feel right."  A few minutes later
Gus pulled into the garage and turned off the engine.

"Come on sleepy head."

"Too much heavy food, and maybe one too many beers."  "Don't conk out on me
yet."  He pulled Kevin to him in a tight embrace and rubbed the muscular
back.

"You're trembling, why?"

Gus took a deep breath.  "I want to go to the next step with you
but..........I don't.....I'm not sure....I mean, I have no...experience at
this.  I don't know what to do."

"That's okay.  We can take it slowly and besides, I know I what I want to
do. Give me a few minutes in the bathroom."  They walked back to the
bedroom and Kevin picked up his backpack, stripped off his T-shirt, shot
Gus an evil grin and headed to the bathroom.

Gus bit his lower lip and wondered what he had gotten himself into.  He
wandered down the hall and used Tim's bathroom to purge the beer and some
of the three glasses of water he had sucked down.  He pulled open a drawer
in the bathroom vanity and reached to the back.  Bingo.  Condoms.  He
smiled to himself that he could count on Tim.  Just fingering the wrapper
made his dick start to grow.  He was almost fully erect by the time he got
back to his bedroom and stripped.  He could hear water running in the
bathroom, gave his dick a couple of quick strokes and flopped onto the bed.
Best to not touch it.  He was feeling a bit like a hair trigger.  A minute
later a naked Kevin walked back into the room and flopped onto the bed next
to him.

"You didn't start without me did you?"

"Nooooo, but just the thought of this got me sort of going.  I'm so near
the edge I'm afraid I won't last long."

"Hmmmmm, well, then, we may have to make several attempts."

"I ain't as young as I used to be."

Kevin stretched his lean muscular body out over Gus.  "I have faith."  The
two men kissed like two adolescents experiencing their first time. Each
kiss made Gus just a little bit hotter.  Kevin worked his way down the big
man's body, along the thick neck, the firm pecs, and the sensitive nipples
and then to the prize.  Kevin had only practiced on Gus the first night
they spent together.  This time he was out to prime Gus for the next big
event.  He intended on getting that big ol' fat prick shoved deep into his
ass.  He pushed Gus to the brink a couple of times then backed away.

"Oh fuck, you're killing me."

"You ready?"

"Oh damn right.  I could shoot in a sec."

"Not what I meant.  I want you to fuck me.  I'm clean and primed, all ready
to go, if you are?"

Gus took a deep breath.  "Yes.  I just hope I last more than two minutes."

"I think you will but then the next time you'll last longer."  Gus' eyes
widened.  "Oh you bethca there is gonna be a next time tonight cowboy."

Kevin rolled over onto his back.  "But I want you to face me, cause you're
too good at kissing not to fuck and kiss me at the same time.  And I know
you know how to fuck, man, you have seven sons.  You had to do it at least
seven times."  Gus blushed. "Or more, you dog?"  Gus knelt between Kevin's
legs and ran his hands over the hot beefy man in front of him.  His heart
pounded no longer from the unknown of fucking the man he wanted but from
the realization that this was truly the man he wanted.  Kevin raised his
legs and placed them on the broad shoulders.  " I don't think you have to
worry so much about taking it slowly.  I need to be fucked hard.  Slam me."

Gus aimed his cock at the object of his needs, the pinkish brown pucker.
He felt the cock head pop in and heat slowly envelope his tool.  "Oh fuck,
it's been too long. Damn you're hot."  Kevin's warmth pulled him in.  Kevin
stopped him when it was in to the balls.

"I want to feel you inside me.  You feel good Gus.  It feels right,
absolutely right. Like you belong there.  Now, show me what you can do.  I
promise I won't get pregnant."

"I'm using a condom, oh, yeah.  Oh gees you're body is so friggin' hot."
Gus slowly began to rock back and forth but each time he stopped just short
of pulling out, then quickly pushed back in.  His triggers snapped and his
speed increased until Kevin was begging for him to slam harder and to ram
it home.  Kevin arched his back and let his cum shoot across his tight abs.
The clenching ass grabbed onto Gus' cock and pulled the man over the edge.
His body jerked with each deep spasm.  He gasped for breath as his climax
subsided and his cock began to soften and withdraw from the warmth of
Kevin's ass.  He pressed his lips against the younger man's and wrapped
their bodies together in a knot of arms and legs.  "Oh damn.  I can't
believe I waited this long to have this experience."

"I'm glad you did.  I told you that."

He pulled Kevin against him and ran his hands over the back and butt.  "I'm
glad this happened with you.  I don't know why but something inside says
this is right and we were supposed to do this."

Kevin looked deeply into the older man's eyes.  "Yeah.  All week, since
that first night, I've been feeling like something pulled us together.  I
had dreams, vivid dreams.  I mean I would wake up rock hard.  Aching to be
with you but knowing you were working and we couldn't do that."

"Well, we have all weekend to talk about things.  And next weekend if you
still want to go to Sam and Joe's cabin with me."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, another whole weekend of being able to do this and be with
all those hot men."

Gus looked worried.  "Oh yeah, all those men.  Privacy could be a problem."

"We have all week to discuss it.  In the meantime, I'm thinking you should
be ready to go at me again."  Gus was about to shake his head no when Kevin
wrapped his fingers around the stiff prick.  "Looks ready to me."

Tim stumbled into the kitchen wearing just his underwear.  His morning
stiff bounced behind the white cotton material.  Gus had just put out
coffee cups for Kevin and himself and held another one out for Tim.  He was
wearing only a snug pair of knit boxer briefs himself.  In a household of
men, formal dress in the morning for breakfast had long since flown out the
window.

"Morning kiddo.  Not sleep well?  You weren't out late. You should have had
a pretty good night's sleep."

Tim sat at the kitchen counter and looked back at him through narrow eye
slits.  "Dad, I love you, I really do and I want you to be happy.
However."  He paused to look at the obviously too-slow coffee maker.  "If
you and Kevin are going to make a go of this...dating thing...you need to
get some soundproofing in here.  Boy you two were loud."

Gus looked back at him.  "Huh?  What are you talking about?"

Tim stretched back in the stool.  "Daaaahhhhdddd.  About two or three in
the morning?  You two were going at it like returning war vets."  Tim
suddenly began to see the humour in it.  "It was truly embarrassing.  The
neighbours will talk."

Gus poured himself a cup of coffee and took Tim's cup.  "I really don't
know what you mean."

"What?  Were you wearing earplugs?"  Tim sat up and took the coffee mug.
"That reminds me, I need to call Gary.  Right back."  He headed back up the
stairs as Kevin came down in jeans and a T.  Tim giggled and simply said,
"You too."

"Me too what?"  Gus poured him some coffee as he gingerly sat on one of the
stools.

"Tim was complaining about our being too loud last night."  Kevin let out a
low sigh, then moaned.  "Are you okay?  What's wrong?"

Kevin took a sip of coffee and then just sat there.  "Gus, we were loud,
don't you remember?"

Gus studied Kevin's face and tried to form words but nothing came out of
his mouth.  Tim walked back in with his cell phone.  "So have you two
decided you can, you know, without making such a ruckus?"

Gus leaned against the counter and looked at the two men.  "Danny, you're
telling me that whole sex thing I thought I dreamed, well, that, it
wasn't...a dream?"

Kevin sipped his coffee and sat there with a silly half grin.  "Well, it
was sort of a fantasy come true for me. I mean you were pretty damn good.
I figured you were a quick study the way you worked over my nipples.  These
puppies are sore.  When the hot water from the shower hit them, I was like
blasted awake."  Gus thought about his dream. In it he was seeing Sam and
Joe in bed.  Sam was working Joe's nipples for all it was worth.

Kevin sighed.  "Then you moved downward and Gusman it was one good,
goooooood blowjob.  You found every sensitive part of my dick and when you
started sucking my balls and getting them both in your mouth, wow."  Gus
had a flashback of his dream where Steve sucked Matt's fat cock and
greedily sucked on his full round balls.  He remembered Matt moaning in
heat as Steve worked away.

"I did that?"  Gus blinked and poured himself another cup of coffee.  "Did
I by any chance, uh, what did Tim say it was?  Buzz likes it too and was
really embarrassed to tell me.  Oh rimming.  Did I you know, do that to you
too?"

Kevin sat up and leaned forward.  "Uh, yeah, you did. Which I though was a
bit weird for someone just sorta getting into the whole gay thing.  So, I'm
afraid to ask, who did you dream about?"

"Bill and Ken.  Ken was begging for more of Bill's tongue up his ass."

"Hmm, well, I can agree with him on that.  You were damn close to having
your whole face up there, but then you went for the grand slam.  You must
have fucked me for a good forty minutes."

Tim walked backed into the kitchen.  "Judging by what we heard, at least
forty minutes."

Gus stared at the two men.  "Oh my god.  I was seeing John fucking my own
son and I was a bit weirded out but kept thinking damn this has to feel
good."

Tim wrinkled his forehead.  "Wait a minute, you thought you were dreaming
about John throwing it to Buzz but you were in an assssslam fest with
Kevin.  No offense man."

Kevin shrugged.  "None taken.  Your Dad slammed me one damn hard fuck last
night."

Gus closed his eyes and shook his head.  "And the whole time I was like
having an out of body experience.  I mean I remember being back and feeling
like I was watching Sam and Joe."

Kevin smiled at Tim.  "Well, the way you went at it, I feel like I was
fucked by a couple of guys."

"Oh this is too strange.  Wait.  What do you mean `we'?"  Gus looked at
Tim.

"Dad, Gary was here with me.  We went to Jack's for a while and swam and
then we came back here.  And by the way, he also says you guys were loud."

Kevin tossed up his hands.  "Well, I know I was.  I was practically singing
"Sweet Mystery of Life."

The phone rang again and Tim went to get it in the living room.  Gus slid
into a stool next to Kevin.  "I am so confused.  I remember feeling like I
had gotten off like I hadn't in years and thinking damn I love this guy.  I
need more of him."

"I don't think you could have had any more of me but love?  Gus we've only
spent a few days with each other."

"I know but there was this whole thing a few months ago when Sam bought the
cabin, and Tank found out he was related to Joe, and Harley came along and
there was this connection to Sam and Tank's deceased lover Sam was related
to one of them.  I can't remember all the details."

"Tank?  Harley?  A dead guy named Sam?"

"Guys you'll meet at the cabin next weekend, well, not the dead guy.  But
there was this connection that seemed to say, no, definitely said these men
were meant to be together.  Like it was a divine fate."

"You think your dream while you were fucking me into next week means we're
meant to be?"

Gus turned to face Kevin, stood and took him into his arms.  "Yeah, I do.
It just feels right, absolutely right.  We've been blessed."

Tim walked back in from the living room and picked up his coffee cup.
"Okay, if you two are starting this again, thank heaven I have to go to
work.  It's quieter there.  That was Sam, he wanted to know if you guys
would like to join them for breakfast.  I said you'd call them back since
one of you still reeks of sex.  Group-sex evidently."

"Hey sonny boy, did I criticize you and Gary about last night?"

"You didn't even know he was here, you drowned us out with your moans and
groans and oh yeah, oh yeah."

"I'm so embarrassed."

Tim walked over kissed his Dad and Kevin.  "Don't be."  He walked back
toward the stairs.  "It's the happiest you've sounded in years."

Gus scratched his head.  "So, do you want to do breakfast with Sam and
Joe?"

"I'd love to."

Tank stretched out his long muscular body in bed and pulled Harley as close
as possible.  Harley snoozed against the big warm man.  It had been a rough
couple of weeks of tests in and out of doctors' offices and hospitals.
Tank had been very good at not letting on he was worried about the results
and what it would mean for him and Harley.  He was so relieved when the
call came the afternoon before that he fell into a chair and sobbed.
Harley found him at his desk wiping his eyes.

"It's okay Harley.  Whatever the spot is on my lungs and whatever these
other `so-called' symptoms I'm having are, it's nothing cancerous, nothing
shows up anywhere.  Just old age I guess. Something from being a former
smoker maybe?"  Harley leaned over him and hugged him tightly.  "It could
still be some weird ass thing from my time in `Nam, but nothing to worry
about...for now.  Of course, the arthritis and bursitis and sciatica, well,
that's not going away."

Sam's phone call seemed to be right on cue.  Tank explained everything that
had been happening.  He assured Sam that he and the gang would be more than
happy to see them next weekend.  Harley had taken him for dinner at his
favourite biker bar.  They came home and had a rough and tumble night of
sex for three solid hours before collapsing exhausted into each other's
arms.

Jack opened one eye and focused on the clock on the nightstand.  Light
filtered through the blinds at seven AM.  Ron's thick arm was draped over
him and the beefy black teenager was pressed tightly against him.  His
stiff morning wood nestled between the football player's round bubble butt.
Jack was grateful his parents were away.  The two young men had some pretty
intense sex then fell asleep.  Heaven only knows what his father would have
said had they come home to find their son being fucked by some black stud.

On one hand, Jack didn't care.  He was finally admitting his desires and
had met men he found filled his fantasies.  He knew at some point he would
have to face the music but hoped it wouldn't be for some time to come.  His
snooping on the Internet had prepared him. He knew he needed to be clean
for a good fucking.  The four of them had played around in the pool but
were careful to not take things too far.  One never knows who might be
lurking from the neighborhood.  Tim and Gary left relatively early to go
back to Tim's.  Jack was jealous that Gus was an open-minded father who was
now coming out of the closet and would rather have Tim at home playing
around safely than in some back alley sneaking a blowjob somewhere.

Ron was polite when Jack asked him to stay awhile and play.  He would have
been okay with putting it off but his cock was hard by the time they got to
Jack's room.  He excused himself to pee then waited patiently while Jack
did what he needed to do in the bathroom.  Jack was careful to lock his
bedroom door just in case his folks came home unexpectedly.  Ron was
stretched out on the bed lightly stroking his stiff cock when Jack
reemerged.

"I was a bit worried that you had fallen in and I would need to rescue
you."

Jack bit his lip.  "Well, that whole procedure was a bit more than I
expected.  Uh, you may not want to go in there for a while."

Ron grinned.  "That's why I went first, come here."  He pulled Jack to him
and kissed him deeply.  Jack moaned and gave in as Ron rolled him onto his
back and the two of them got into some heavy petting and kissing.  Jack had
played a couple of times but this was the first where he felt total
outright gay lust.  "So, you really want to try getting fucked?"  Jack
nodded.  "It's gonna hurt at first, I won't kid you."

"I know.  I've read some things online.  But I want this and really need
it.  Just be gentle."  He batted his eyes and smiled.

Ron laughed.  "Don't do that.  It's so not you.  Well, let's try something
to make you relax.  Roll onto your stomach, and up on your knees, ass up."
Jack rolled over and stuck his ass into the air.  "Ohmygawd.  Dayammm Jack,
that's one prime butt."

"Thanks, I do a lot of squats and leg ohhhh fuck.  Gees."  Ron had pressed
his tongue into Jack's pucker and sent the first wave of heat deep to the
center of Jack's being.  Ron wasn't ready to admit where he had learned
some of his techniques but eating butt had become one of his most
enjoyable.  He worked Jack over until the young man was pushing back, and
then slowly began to work lube-slicked fingers into the wet hole.  Jack
groaned as Ron worked to relax his hole and stretch it.  He began to push
back again when Ron hit three fingers.  "Shit Ron, damn that feels so good.
Your cock can only feel better."  Ron tried four fingers and soon had Jack
bucking on his hand.  Jack knew what he wanted and about 30 minutes of
finger play was enough.  "Your cock Ron, I need to feel your fucking cock."

Ron positioned himself against the stretched hole and pushed his slicked
pole forward.  Jack moaned as the head popped into place.  His moans of
pain were short, this kid was ready for studding.  Ron pushed slowly until
Jack was begging for more.  "Ain't no more.  You have my entire dick up to
my balls.  Damn man, you're burning up."

He stopped to let Jack's ass get more comfortable but Jack was soon begging
to get fucked and fucked hard.  Ron was lost in the need of this young man
and how quickly he got into it.  He slammed against the footballer butt
until Jack whimpered.  "No, you can't cum yet."

He slowly pulled out and got Jack onto his back. The beefy teenager,
flipped his legs up and held them high and apart. Ron pressed forward again
until his cock was buried completely.  His thick arms slid around the broad
back as their lips pressed together and he rocked his prick in and out of
Jack's ass.  Jack was a wild man on fire, bucking, moaning, whimpering and
begging for more.  Ron broke off the kiss leaned back and stroked Jack's
purple throbbing dick until a thick stream of cum shot over the big pecs
and deeply etched abs.  He felt his cock unload into the overworked condom
as he slowed his pace and let it slowly flop out.

Jack gasped for breath.  "Damn.  That wasn't anywhere near what I thought
it would be.  I was expecting it to really hurt but you eased it right in
and obliterated my cherry."

Ron picked up the towel Jack had brought out of the bathroom and cleaned
the sticky goo from his partner's chest.  "I don't mean this to be
offensive but you are one hot fuck.  I could have had my fist up your ass I
think."

"Oh yeah, I want to try that sometime.  But your cock just felt right.  I'm
glad this was with you. It wouldn't have been the same with someone with
some pencil dick.  Man Ron, let's go again."

"Maybe, but do you ever think of fucking the other guy."

"Yeah, once in awhile but mostly I have wanted a dick up my ass for like
the last two years.  I ain't afraid to admit that I am probably going to be
a very aggressive bottom."

Ron laughed.  "Well, okay, we can go again in a couple of minutes, but, you
have to promise me that the next time we spend time together you will fuck
me.  Will there be a next time?"

"Fuck, I hope so."  Ron pulled him close and hugged him.  "Don't know how
often my parents will be away, and then you go off to college."

"We can work the logistics out later.  I need to eat me some ass."  Ron
fucked him again only slower and played Jack like a cheap whore.  He teased
the beefy butt boy the whole time.  Jack just kept begging to be fucked
like the cheap whore he was.  Ron never intended to spend the night but
they both collapsed in exhaustion and slept straight through.  "I should
probably be getting home but this was really a good night."  He slipped his
arm under Jack, pulled him into a deep kiss and then jacked him off as
their tongues fought for control.  Jack slipped on a pair of shorts and
walked Ron to his car.  He carefully kissed him and watched the car head
down the driveway.  Gary had asked him to join them for a workout at their
gym Sunday afternoon.  His dick pushed out the front of his shorts as he
headed back to his room.

The shower was hot and invigorating.  His nipples reacted to the flow of
the water over them.  Another boy load swirled down the drain.  He had
completed his laundry, including sheets and towels long before his parents
got home.  They found the house clean and neat but empty.  Jack was working
into a sweat with his new buds at the gym.

John stretched out and relaxed in bed as Buzz used a warm washcloth and
towel to clean up the cum mess they had just made.  The big dick began to
stiffen as Buzz played with the cloth.

John shook his head.  "You make it hard again, you sit on it again!"

Buzz smiled.  "And the negative to that is where?"

"The negative is that I want to be out of this stupid leg cast and rib wrap
thingamabob and back to normal.  I want to get really physical with you and
not have to hold back cause it hurts.  The lip is healing well but even not
being able to kiss you full-force really bums me out."

"I know.  But I'd rather have you get mended and well and not have any
problems.  So, until then, I'm willing to sit where I'm told."

"You are such the good little trooper."

"Aren't I though."

The phone rang before John could make a smart-ass comment back.  "Hello."

"Hey John, this is Al, of Al and Jim in Chicago.  I wanted to see how you
were doing."  John told him how Buzz tried to killing him by fucking him
roadside overlooking a ravine.  John just sighed and yelled that it wasn't
true.  Al had John on speaker and they could hear Jim in the background
spluttering in laughter.  "Ohhh, that's too good.  Well, we hope all is
healing well.  Have you heard anything from the guys in DC about the guy
who was the alleged instigator in your attack?"

"No, not really.  Only that they found his bike in Virginia, no personal
belongings and no sign off him.  The bike was in good working order so it
wasn't like he broke down.  They think he abandoned it and took off
somewhere on foot."

"But, they really don't know?  Hmm, interesting.  I called them this
morning and asked them to email a picture they had from one of the other
suspects.  Hasn't arrived yet.  The reason is well, we think we saw him."

"In Chicago?"

"Yeah.  We were invited to a private party last night that was really a sex
party.  Not that we're prudes or anything but there were some things going
on we don't do.  And that includes drugs, we just don't do them, period.
And actually, neither of us drinks as much as some of these guys at this
party."

"Yeah, we're the same way.'

"We're not adverse now to a little playing around if we're both involved
and there's a mutual attraction, that sort of thing, ya kno'?"

"Yeah, we're the same way.  No fooling around just for the sake of fooling
around."

"Well, there were these biker dudes there.  Big mothers, very roided out,
freaking huge with muscle and rather slimy.  We heard a couple guys talking
that they were the roid connection there.  And a few other things.
Supposedly former cops.  Anyway, they had their new sex-toy with them.
This guy was for all intent and purpose a sex slave.  He was completely
shaved, head, balls, chest, the works.  His nuts had been sewn back up into
his body and his dick was like, it was like they pumped it or injected it
with saline or something.  It was this huge fat bloated sausage that just
swing there.  Okay, maybe swung isn't the word.  It was like a big cock
like egg plant that hung there."

"Ewww, that's really weird.  You're freaking Buzz here.  He's holding his
nuts."

"Believe me I was doing the same thing.  Anyway, all his teeth had been
pulled so he could give really smooth blowjobs and his ass had been shot up
with something and looked like it was fucked by endless dicks 24/7. Nipples
pierced, PA, and more.  Just fucking weird."

"I thought that stuff only went on in fantasies.'

"Well, supposedly, these biker guys have several of these slaves they rent
out and make good money.  They threaten their lives and beat them if they
try to escape.  His back looked pretty sore but not all too red, so maybe
no recent beatings."

"And?"

"Well, he had this snake tattoo around his calf and despite looking like he
had spent all his time since DC in a gym, it -- he -- looked like the guy in
DC who we suspected of being your attacker."  There was a moment of silence
on John's end.

"Huh, not that I don't sometimes think revenge would be sweet but that's
too freaking weird.  You really think it might be him?"

"Well, we're not sure.  That's why we are waiting for a picture.  And, even
though we made the polite rounds of the party, we were more or less looking
for a way to leave when we stumbled into one of the playrooms where we
found this guy.  He was sucking off some gi-hugent black man, I mean the
biggest dick I've ever seen and it was all the way down his throat.  So
we're watching and looking at each other, seeing the tattoo and thinking,
too much of a coincidence.  The last place the guy was seen was in some
biker hangout that has a pretty nasty rep in Virginia."

"And the guys he supposedly works for are former cops?  Gone bad?'

"You got it.  And.  He finishes off the black guy, swallows the whole load
then crawls over to us.  He starts sucking away at Jim, cheap trick that he
is for blow jobs."  John could hear Jim in the background saying, you
should know.  "He's looking up at us and really getting into sucking Jim,
while groping me.  Then he drops Jim's dick and whispers `help me'."

"Really?  Why would he do that?"

"Well, Jim and I had scoped him out with those other gay cops, so maybe he
recognized us from the conference."

"So what do you think you should do when you get the pic and if it is him?"

"We're thinking we should rescue him, take him back to DC to face charges."

"Gee, I...don't know.  What about the guys who have him?"

"You think we should just let him be a slave until they kill him?"

"No, actually, I think you should send him here to me.  So I can send him
home."

"Not face charges?"

"I don't know.  Maybe he's suffered enough."

"Being with these guys he probably has.  We'd have to snatch him and not
arrest them.  They are bad news and I don't think anyone has enough on them
to put them away.  And there are probably some cops getting roids through
them."

"Nice work if you can get it.  It's just odd.  I'm not feeling like I want
to punish him, I mean gees, having all you're teeth pulled and your nuts
sealed up in side your body.  Guess, he's lucky they didn't cut them off."

"That could happen.  One of the guys was bragging that one of their other
slaves was neutered, and they took his dick.  He's just a mouth and ass for
fucking."

John closed his eyes and sighed.  "Sorry, I'm sure people would think I am
crazy, that this is perfect retribution for a hate crime, but I don't think
I want that.  Can I do anything?"

"Not really, we just wanted to let you know what we think we found."  "Let
me know if the picture matches and what you want to do."

"Okay, you behave and get well.  I'm sure Buzz is taking good care of you."

Buzz ran his hand over John's abs.  "He's taking very good care of me.
I'll talk with you later."

John sat on the edge of the bed lost in thought.  Buss sat next to him and
slid his big arm over the broad back.  "You'd really let him go home free?"

John quietly nodded his head.  "I'd have to talk with him first, see if
he's learned his lesson and what else he might have learned from this."

"You think he'd change?"

"One can only hope.  I sure as hell wouldn't want my nuts lopped off and
spend my life as some forced whore."

"Is that my job?"  John laughed and kissed his partner."

"No, you're a willing whore for me.  And dammit I love every blessed muscle
of you."

The waitress walked Gus and Ron to the table where Sam and Joe were already
seated, sipping coffee and reading the paper.  Sam looked at the two
smiling faces.

"I take it things went well last night?"

Kevin's face lit up.  "Oh it went really well last night.  My butt may be
sore for a couple of days but it was super."  Gus blushed.

Sam smiled.  "That's nice to hear.  Oh and Gus, Tank sends his best.  Looks
forward to seeing everyone next weekend."

Gus shook his head as he sipped his coffee.  "Yeah. It will be fun."

"And he said to tell you Kevin's the one."

Gus looked at Kevin and grinned.  "Really?  Why?  What'd you tell him?"

"Nothing.  He saw it in a dream."

Kevin smirked.  "Well, whadyakno?"

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