The combination of a heavy session in the gym, ball busting sex with our new "training buddies", a much needed, high protein meal, then another round of sucking and fucking and the two of us were wiped out in the taxi, headed back to the workshop.
It was barely 4 months since that momentous day when Badger walked in on my squat session and I found myself marvelling at everything around me that had changed: Home, work, training regime, just everything!
Something was foremost in my mind, however, something I could not ask in the taxi, so I waited for a good moment once we were indoors again. Kind of guessing that Badger would have questions for me too about how we'd spent our afternoon in lust with other men for the first time. I had been there previously, but it became part of what I imagined as a whole new dimension to how Badger and I lived together, slept, ate and trained together.
I was walking a little carefully, after having my insides totally rearranged by Big's fantastically proportioned cock. I knew from prior experience, you need to take a bit of time to mend after a fuck pole like that slams in and out of your arse. My balls and my prostate were humming contentedly and telling me what empty means.
Climbing the short flight of stairs into our living quarters, somewhat unusually, I took one step at a time and noticed, with a wry smile that the mighty Badger was making heavy work of the same exercise.
We threw our gym kit down, still crammed with damp towels, sweaty T shirts, shorts, and jocks- a treat for someone else perhaps- we just needed to crash. Badger continued, without pausing, to the corner of the loft where his home built partitions made a sleeping space and tumbled into bed, fully clothed, face down.
I lay myself down on that massive mattress and carefully snuggled up to the familiar mass that was home and food and the best friend I'd ever had. His whole body vibrated with one of his purring noises being mostly absorbed by his bristly face submerged in the bed clothes. He reached, lazily but warmly, for some grasp of me, a nearby knee before falling, completely under the spell of sleep. However puzzling the after effects of sex with Dan and Big John might be, I was assured of his astonishing, titanic tenderness. My somewhat sluggish imagination slowed like a mechanical toy coming to the end of it's inertia and I was also lost in contented slumber.
Two hours or so later, the small beer I'd had during our barbecue made it's presence known and I was required to let it out. A huge arm weighted me down and I knew it could not be lifted against the shoulder joint, I slipped myself sideways and out from underneath what seemed at that moment like a great fallen branch. Many times I'd wondered what if felt like to carry around that huge frame, all that muscle. He seemed so natural, so unaffected by it, except when the monster took over when there were weights to pull or push. He was astonishingly agile, and flexible too. Our stretching regime in the mornings and after our training were prolonged and carefully studied. Something he would never stint.
I stripped and showered after my nocturnal leakage was done. I carefully dried around my tender arse and studied the towel for signs of bleeding, thankfully none. As I looked up, the familiar dark shape of the master of the house filled the doorway, his sleepy face, rumpled with the impressions of crumpled bed clothes, tousled hair and eyes squinting against the glare of the light over the bathroom mirror. His broad smile glinting out of the surrounding mess of hair and beard and darkened room.
"No damage?" said he with a sneaky smile. "That's one hell of a hose pipe that boy's got," he snorted "Must be the biggest I ever saw close up." he added, before unselfconsciously licking his moustache and reaching out a huge hand towards me as if fearful of leaving the support of the doorframe.
"When I looked up to see you throating that fucker, I almost fell on the floor! " he leered " Now that's an exercise you can advise ME on!" and rocked with a familiar rumbling laugh, blurting out "Then he shoved that thing up your tail as if it was nothing... ffaaa!" his speech disintegrating into his mixture amusement and disbelief, before he managed to conclude with "And you absolutely loved it!"
"Well, Mr. Surprise, topping for a change! Topping Mr. Top, no less and damn near breaking his arse!" said I, playfully.
Suddenly more serious and slightly bashfully, he whispered "Don't feel the need to top as a rule." Rumpling my hair with his great mitt. "Well, not now I have you around."
He'd shocked me completely unawares. My heart leapt and a tear welled up in my eyes, as my tired body, overcome with emotion, lurched towards him and his great forearm pulled me in to nuzzle his fuzzy neck. I could hardly believe the privilege this amazing specimen of a man had granted me.
He had accepted so naturally the previous intimacy between the "boys", as he referred to the off-duty officers, and myself. He'd worked out roughly what had transpired between the three of us, in the months before I knew him, and figured it could do no harm to mix it with them as a couple. It hadn't gone to any kind of plan but was all the better for the natural way he'd approached the whole thing. Big had been a surprise, on many levels but he and Dan had been great company and Badger had been as impressed by them as I had the first time we got together.
"That's not going to happen after every gym session!" Laughed the big man
