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Starting Again Chapter 2     by _lennoxbear@aol.com_ 
(mailto:lennoxbear@aol.com) 
 
>From the moment he met his folks for breakfast the next morning, Sam knew  he 
and his brother had to commit themselves to helping their father turn around  
his lifestyle and get back to being an active, health conscious, focused  
man.  A heart attack had forced him in to an early retirement that  translated 
into inactivity.  Every moment he spent with his parents from  that point on was 
targeted to turning his father back into the fit man he  remembered.  Within 
two months the weight was dropping and the attitude was  changing.
 
And so was everything else in Sam's life.  The rented Chrysler gave  way to 
an extended cab F-150 he purchased out of the funds from his house  sale.  The 
biggest challenge was finding a place to park the beast near his  apartment.  
The building didn't have dedicated parking spaces large enough  for his truck 
so he quickly learned to hop the bus to the university and forego  the hassle 
of driving unless necessary.  But he looked good driving  it.
 
His new job brought new challenges on which he thrived.  Teaching was  a 
hoot, despite many of the students being a bit on the nerdy side.  His  segue into 
research was taking a bit longer as the university slowly unrolled  its new 
strategy.  To make up for the nerdy effect and his boredom with  slow research, 
he hit the school's gym and was soon on a first name basis with  many jocks.  
The young guys constantly taunted the older prof, but were  left red-faced 
when he out lifted and out performed them.  Hanging with the  jocks also had one 
major negative side effect.  His balls constantly  ached.
 
Sam was so busy with the new job, truck, parents and house-hunting that it  
left little time for sex.  He would get home after an active day teaching,  
planning research and working out, only to have to beat his horny dick into  
submission.  All the latent testosterone and nudity in the gym and showers,  was 
driving him over the edge.  There just wasn't time and on weekends he  was too 
tired to go out.  The bars weren't his focus, never had been.   Something had 
to change soon.
 
He had found a lesbian realtor who was eagerly helping him wade through the  
housing market.  As much as he liked the urban neighbourhoods like those  
where his current apartment was located, he felt he needed a change.  One  Friday 
afternoon, when his classes ended early and he could cut short his  workout, 
she drove him to a nearby suburban neighbourhood.  The house she  showed him 
was a huge, empty rambling 1960's two-story that listed at less than  half what 
he had sold his for in San Francisco.  It sat on a corner lot,  lots of yard 
with a very private pool in the backyard.  It was a warm sunny  afternoon in 
October and people were busily attending to their yards and waving  hello.  
Several attractive men road by on bikes.  People were walking  and stopping to 
extol the positive points of the area.  The clincher was  the big beefy muscular 
jogger who ambled by with his dog.  He caught eyes  with Sam and nodded.
 
"Good buy, nice house, great people.  A very diverse place to  live."  Sam 
watched the beefy butt work its way down the street as his  realtor cleared her 
throat.
 
"He doesn't come with the house."  Sam blushed.  "I don't know  who he is, 
but there are a lot of active people around here.  Plus, you can  be in Oakland 
in 20 minutes.  Or you can go to one of the nearby park and  rides and catch 
the bus to work.  Downtown Pittsburgh is nearby, and tons  of shopping just 
minutes away."
 
"I'm sold.  I love this place.  The price is unbelievable and  I'll have 
money left from my house sale for furniture and fix up.  Let's  make an offer."   
She agreed to have the paperwork ready for him the  next day and headed off as 
he walked around the house one more time.
 
He was about to get back into the Ford when a voice came up from  behind.  
"So, are ya gonna buy it?"  Sam turned to face the beefy,  sweat-soaked jogger.  
A cold nose from the Shepherd poked Sam in the  nuts.  "Hey, Sam, stop that.  
Sorry."
 
"That's OK.  Your dog's name is Sam?  That's mine.  As a  matter of fact, I 
am going to sign the offer tomorrow."
 
"Super.  It's a great house, tons of room.  I knew the guys who  lived here 
before.  Had super pool parties.  Hope you get it.   The name's Steve."  Sam 
shook his offered hand.  "I live about a half  mile that way."
 
"Great.  Yeah, this house and neighbourhood feel right.   Hopefully, I'll get 
it.  Needs some work but that's OK."
 
"Well, good luck.  Hey, I'm a carpenter, so keep me in mind.   Gotta run, ha, 
no pun intended.  Meeting friends for a football game.   Later.  Good luck."
 
Sam took a deep breath and slid into the truck.  "Oh my aching  nuts."  He 
was halfway to his apartment when his cell rang.
 
"Hey, Sam.  It's Matt.  Sorry I haven't been able to get away  from work but 
guess what, I'm off all weekend.  So buddy, I'd love to go to  the football 
game with you and your brother tonight."
 
"Really?  Great.  Give me your address.  Yeah got it.   OK, well, I can pick 
you up at 6, that OK?"
 
"You bet.  Looking forward to it. Later."  Sam sped up to get  home and 
shower for his 'date.'  Now, if he could just keep his brother  from making crazed 
remarks.  He thought about Matt from the grocery store  and the thick humpy 
body.  Maybe he would need to go with a looser pair of  jeans.  With a couple of 
hours till game time, he decided on a quick  run.  The warm fall sun relaxed 
his stressed body.  A quick shower and  then the task of choosing what to 
wear.  He had given up shutting out the  guys next-door and paraded around naked 
as he slipped into a thermal pullover  and looser fit jeans.  They seemed to 
enjoy his naked antics He pulled the  big Ford into the parking lot at Matt's 
apartment building and buzzed at the  door.  Matt's cheery voice greeted him.  
His cock started to  thicken.
 
The door to Matt's apartment was open as Sam entered.  Matt was tying  his 
shoes.  He stood up and grabbed a jacket.  Sam scanned the shorter  hunk.  
Matt's thick legs gave way to a round, beefy butt, small waist and  broad chest and 
shoulders.  That huge overgrown moustache and what seemed  to be a permanent 
five o'clock shadow surrounded the big smile.  "OK, I'm  ready.  Glad you 
suggested this.  I haven't been to any of the high  school games all season, 
should be a good one.  And I'm glad you called  back, work bites.  And, ya know, 
being a divorced dad with kids, well, I  gotta spend time with them when I can.  
Doesn't leave me much time for  getting together with another guy."
 
"I understand.  I would be disappointed if you didn't spend time with  them." 
 
 
Matt pushed the door shut before they could exit.  He wrapped his arms  
around Sam's waist and planted a big wet kiss. "Really.  Thanks for being  patient. 
 I appreciate it." Sam hugged him back and breathed in the heavy  masculine 
scent.  "I'll make it up to you."  Matt broke the hug and  opened the door to 
leave.
 
Sam shuddered as his balls churned.  It was going to be a long  game.  They 
met up with Dave at the gate to the field.  Dave was every  bit his charming 
younger brother self and hit it off right away with Matt.   The first half of 
the game flew by as the three men cheered on Dave's son and  also their cousin.  
Anyone in the crowd would have thought nothing of the  three men and never 
would have taken two of them for gay.  Matt was in awe  of the two boy's size 
and talent.
 
Dave's face beamed.  "Yeah, he's gonna be way better at football then  his 
old man and uncle, maybe get a scholarship.  Hope so anyway, it'll  really help 
pay for college."  The two men chatted about their kids.   Matt's being much 
younger.  
 
At half time, Matt excused himself to hit the men's room.  Dave  smacked Sam 
in the arm.
"So, you know, how's this working out?  You uh,  you know."
 
Sam grimaced.  "No, we're not you know.  In fact, this is the  first time 
we've been able to hook up, a football date.  Isn't that  weird?"
 
"No, not at all. Seems like a nice enough guy.  He obviously works  out.  
Just your type."
 
Sam laughed.  "Whattaya know about my type?  He IS a nice guy but  so far 
nothing has happened."
 
Dave moved around in front of Sam.  "Look Sam, I am betting since you  moved 
back home that you haven't taken a moment for yourself to well, you  know.  
Hey, I love ya, I want you to be happy.  I want you to have  someone special in 
your life.  Hell, if I were gay, I seriously would be  going after Matt.  Did 
you see that ass?"
 
Sam let out a big sigh.  "Yeah, please don't make me think about  it.  My 
balls are gonna explode. And why are you noticing my dude's ass?  Hey, and let's 
talk about someone's lack of dating!"
 
"Um, well, you better defuse cause here he comes. And let's not talk about  
my dating.  Sad, very sad."
 
The three men returned to their seats and spent the second half bouncing  off 
each other as they cheered the kids in a hard fought game.  In the end,  Dave 
Jr.'s team won.  Sam had concentration lapses as Matt's thigh rubbed  against 
his, or when he was standing up cheering and flexing his butt.  Sam  
whimpered inside.
 
Sam's nephew ran over to greet them after the game.  Sam introduced  him to 
Matt and the young man shook his hand.  Dave Jr. was heading out to  get pizza 
after the game with his cousin and buddies.  He hugged his uncle  and 
whispered in his ear.  "Hot date unc, you rock."  Sam busted up  laughing.  They 
watched the happy teenagers head for the locker room.   Matt shouldered Sam.
 
"Your nephew is going to be bigger than you, he's as tall as you are  now."
 
Dave shook his head.  "Yeah, he's a big kid.  Eats like a fucking  horse.  
Like two fucking horses."
 
Sam feigned hurt.  "He'll never be as muscular.  Hey, pizza  sounded good, 
you guys wants to grab one over at the Grill?"
 
Dave begged off having to work in the morning.  The three men parted  company 
in the parking lot as Matt rubbed against Sam.
 
"My apartment is close by.  You want to pick up a pizza and go back  there?  
I have beer."
 
"Yeah, I'd like that."  Matt called in an order to save time and in 45  
minutes they were sprawled on his sofa watching the evening news and chomping  down 
pizza.  
 
Matt emptied his beer, put his arm around Sam's neck and pulled him  close.  
"I, uh, don't go out much.  I don't smoke and really don't  drink much, plus I 
work crazy hours, so I don't do this very often.  I'm  really hoping you 
aren't gonna run off home."
 
"Don't intend to."  Matt pulled their lips together and held a long  deep 
kiss.  Sam sucked in more of the man's scent.  "But, I gotta  pee."  
 
Matt pointed.  "Through the bedroom there."  When Sam came out of  the 
bathroom, Matt was shirtless and folding the covers back on the bed.   Sam wrapped 
his arms around him squeezed the big furry pecs.  He nibbled on  Matt's neck 
and with his left hand rolled a hard nip between his thumb and  forefinger.  His 
right hand worked its way down over the hairy abs and  undid the top of 
Matt's jeans.  Matt's dick was hot and hard in the boxer  briefs.  He slowly ground 
his butt against Sam's growing crotch.
 
Sam pushed the tight jeans down over Matt's hard thighs.  "I been  wanting to 
do this for weeks."  He turned Matt around and pressed his lips  against the 
trembling man.  "You're shivering."
 
"No, I gotta pee myself.  Give me a few minutes in the bathroom.   Make 
yourself comfortable.  There's a DVD in the player if you want  entertainment.  I 
won't be long." Matt kicked off his jeans, let his shorts  drop and walked 
seductively to the bathroom. Sam stripped and piled his clothes  on a corner 
chair.  His hard horse cock bounced back and forth as he walked  around the bed to 
find the remote.  As he stretched out to get comfortable,  he hit the buttons 
and a movie scene slowly lit up the TV.  Two men were  working over a beefy, 
furry third.  One was pounding his ass while the  other throat-fucked him.  Sam 
rubbed his thumb over his piss slit and felt  his own Sticky and wet juice.  
He was about to stop the movie before it  caused him to shoot when Matt came 
out of the bathroom and slid into the bed  next to him.
 
"What took you so long?"
 
"I wanted to make sure everything was clean and tidy, so to speak."   Matt 
leaned in to lock lips with the older man. His hand went down to Sam's  
throbbing cock.  "Good grief, I was betting you had a big dick but lord,  it's a 
monster.  And wow, what nice big nuts."  He dropped down and  sucked the right one 
into his hot mouth.  Then dropped it and tongued Sam's  sensitive dick head.
 
"Careful.  I haven't been with another man for some time now, don't  make me 
cum just yet."
 
"Me neither.  I haven't really been out long, so I don't have much of  a 
track record.  I thought I wanted you to fuck me but that thing is a bit  scary."
 
"Well. There are lots of things we can do to have fun."  Sam rolled  Matt 
onto his back and ran his hand over the muscular furry chest.  "You  have just 
the right amount of fur.  I sorta wondered from the five o'clock  shadow."
 
"Yeah, by morning I'll look like I have a full beard.  Actually, I  trim 
everything else. Guys have complained it gets caught in their teeth."  
 
"Really?  We'll just have to test that.  Sam slid on top of Matt  and slowly 
began sucking alternately on each fat nipple.  After a few  minutes, Matt was 
holding Sam's head over the left one.  "You like  that?"
 
"No one has worked them quite that intensely.  It's incredible. Don't  stop."
 
"Well, I have to see what other trouble I can get into.  Wow, that's  fat 
prick."
 
"Yeah, it's not long but it's fat.  Most guys can't get it in their  
mou....OK, that shoots down that theory.  Holy fuck.  Don't. Oh  shit."
 
"You OK?"
 
"Oh yeah, just doing multiplication tables in my head.  I didn't want  to 
shoot in the first 20 minutes."
 
"Oh you won't."  Sam spent the next 30 alternating between the man's  thick 
fat cock, and equally fat nuts while working the now swollen nips with his  
right hand.  He had Matt moaning and quivering on the bed as he fine-tuned  his 
body.  Matt broke out into a sweat when Sam slid down, lifted his legs  and 
buried his tongue in the squeaky clean pucker.
 
"Sam. Sir.  Please, sir, please fuck me."
 
"You want to try?"
 
"Ain't no try about it. That, that, how big is it?  That fucker is  going up 
my ass or I die trying."
 
Sam chuckled as he slowly lubed Matt's eager hole, working and stretching  it 
and adding another finger every couple of minutes.  Matt was practically  
crying when Sam lifted his legs and pressed his dick against the pink  prize.  
Matt pushed out. Sam pushed in slowly, inch by inch.
 
"It's in.  All of it."  Matt wrapped his legs tightly around  Sam's small 
waist, threw an arm around his neck and pulled him down for a long  kiss as Sam 
began a slow and purposeful fucking of his beefy buddy.  Matt  only broke the 
kiss when Sam picked up speed. He playfully twisted Sam's hard  nips.  "Oh yeah 
buddy, go for it.  That makes my cumming more  intense." Sam began slamming 
Matt's butthole.  He felt the man's muscles  move with each thrust. Matt begged 
him to slam him harder as he picked up the  intensity. Matt's arms dropped to 
the sides and flinched with each hit.   Sam pushed Matt's legs back until he 
could almost suck his own dick.  The  horse cock slammed the swollen puffy 
hole.  "Shit, gotta let go."  Sam  buried his dick deep into the sweaty man and 
felt his load fill the thin  condom.  He collapsed on top of Matt and felt his 
tongue being sucked deep  into Matt's mouth.
 
As he broke the kiss and pulled back, he laughed as Matt struggled for  
breath.  "Man that was great. But we need to get you off, oh, I guess  not.  Man 
you shot a big load."
 
"That's two.  I think I was about to get a third when you got  off."
 
"Let' see what we can do then."  He peeled off the condom and squeezed  some 
more lube into his hand.  He used both hands to jack their two fat  cocks 
together.  In a few minutes, Matt spasmed out a third load as Sam  added another 
to it covering the man's furry torso in more spunk.  "Man you  are a mess.  I 
need to get you a towel."
 
"No, let' shower."  Matt led Sam back into the small but efficient  bathroom 
to shower, eventually after Sam plowed his ass again in the  shower.  It was 1 
AM when the two tired men crawled back into bed.
 
"You are going to stay the night aren't you?"
 
"You asking?"  Matt sighed yes.  "I'm staying."  Matt turned  off the light 
and sighed as Sam wrapped himself against his back.  "Man,  you feel good."
 
"I feel like you drove that pickup up my ass.  But in a good  way."
 
Matt woke at 7:30 with Sam's hard cock poking him in the butt.  They  were in 
almost exactly the same position they had been when they fell  asleep.  He 
wiggled around until he could feel the bulbous head pushing  into him and slowly 
pushed back.
 
"What're you trying to do?" 
 
Matt giggled. "Um trying to get your dick up my ass."
 
"Like this?"  Sam pushed forward and eased his piss hard into the  still 
moist hot hole.
 
"Oh fuck yeah, do it.  Fuck me."
 
"I'm not wearing a condom."
 
"I don't care."
 
Sam pushed Matt forward onto his stomach and slammed him another hot  fuck.  
Just as his balls lifted up he pulled back and shot a load on the  small of 
his back.  Then knelt down and licked it up.
 
They managed to get through the showering without another fuck.  Matt  headed 
to the kitchen to fix breakfast as Sam dressed.  "Aren't you getting  
dressed? "
 
"Eventually."  Sam slid his arms around his new buddy and twisted the  
sensitive nips. 
 
"Thanks.  For everything.  Going to the game with my brother, and  me, pizza, 
and letting me spend the night.  What's on for your day?"
 
"Well, first, you're welcome. Anytime.  I have to go to the dentist  today.  
My 10-year-old son and I both have appointments.  You?"
 
"I'm meeting my realtor at the house on which I am making an offer.   We're 
going to go through it again and I am signing the papers."
 
"Wow cool, hope it works out. Anything else?"
 
"That depends.  Thanks for the breakfast by the way.  You, uh,  wouldn't want 
to do dinner and a movie?"
 
"I'll pass on the movie."  Sam's face dropped.  "How 'bout we do  dinner and 
relax?"
 
"By relax, do you mean fuck?"  Matt shook his head sheepishly.   "Great, I'll 
write down my address, how's six?"
 
"Good.  Do I get to maybe you know, return the favour?"
 
"You mean fuck my daddy ass? Maybe. You gotta find the right trigger.   What 
time is your dentist appointment?"  
 
"Nine.  So what's the trigger?"
 
"I ain't telling you.  Think about what we did and see if you can  figure it 
out.  Besides, you need to hustle to get your son and get to the  dentist.  I 
have to find myself a new dentist and doctor.  This one  any good?"
 
"Nah, my ex likes him.  I think he's fucking her."
 
"Ick, ok then.  Six o'clock.  And don't shave.  I like you  this way."  He 
hugged Matt and slipped him the tongue before bouncing down  the steps to his 
truck.  Last night's warm evening gave way to a cold,  rainy October morning.  
He laughed as he looked up and saw Matt mooning him  and spreading his butt.  
Sam's cock cramped in his jeans.
 
He had just enough time to run home pull on a clean shirt, grab a heavier  
jacket and the necessary paperwork and buzz back to his hopefully soon to be  
home.  His realtor was waiting for him.
 
"Quite a change from yesterday.  Well, you'll get to see the house in  bad 
weather.  And, if they accept your offer, you should make arrangements  for a 
home inspection.  See the guy down the street there.  His  company does them.  
They're very good and very reasonable. I can call him  and have him bring a 
card over.  I talked to the other realtor and he  thinks you have a good shot at 
getting this place with the offer you want to  make.  Having a home inspector 
lined up could speed up the closing."   Sam agreed and she called the guy as 
they let themselves into the house.   The guy was going to be tied up for a 
while at this other empty house so Sam  could stop by when they finished.
 
Sam loved the house even more and made numerous notes on things to do and  
questions to ask.  They were confused by a couple of storage rooms in the  
basement that had been painted.  Didn't seem much good for anything.   Sam signed 
the paper, took a deep breath and watched his realtor drive away with  his 
future in her hands.  He walked the couple of blocks to the other house  for sale 
on the street.  His house was way better.  He heard a voice  call be there in 
a minute when he rang the bell.  A forty-something man  with buzzed hair and 
trim athletic build opened the door.
 
"Hey, I'm Chip.  You Sam?  Nice to meet ya.  So you put in  an offer, eh?  
Well, it's a great house.  I was in it a few weeks  ago.  The couple who wanted 
to buy it before you couldn't swing the  mortgage. Lucky for you.  I already 
have a ton of info on it so putting  together a report shouldn't be a problem."
 
"Wow, this is my lucky day."  Sam watched the tight round butt walk  back 
toward the kitchen.  
 
"Yeah that place is much nicer than this. Lots of updating here to major  
stuff.  That place just needs a lot of cosmetic shit. Please get rid of the  
wallpaper and all those nasty 80's colours."
 
"I intend to.  Plus it has that huge area downstairs for entertaining.  Not 
sure about those two smaller rooms that were repainted white."
 
"Oh, those? One was a storage room.  They had lots of crap and the  other was 
a dungeon."  Sam's eyes widened.  "The former owners were  two gay guys.  One 
got transferred to Chicago.  I spent a lot of time  in that sling."
 
"Hmm, really?"
 
"Sure.  Now why do you think a lesbian realtor refers people to  me?  I do 
the best home inspection in town.  And I give great  blowjobs."
 
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