A Cabin in the Woods 2 By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to winarch47@yahoo.com
Life at school became complicated when the principal died. The Assistant Principal took his place and for some reason I became the temporary replacement for the Assistant Principal. I later found out the reason for my getting the job was that since I was an art teacher, I didn't really do any work, so I was available.
I was in charge of disciplinary problems. My predecessor had one solution for every problem, after school detention. I recognized there were some students with mental problems, and other students had problems at home. That ranged from not liking their mother's new boyfriend, to outright abuse.
I had some informal chats with the Sherriff about wife beating and child abuse. The Sherriff had his ways, and most of the wife beaters and abusers had other problems that could send them to jail or encourage them move to another county. I recruited some parents and grand parents for after school tutoring. that was helpful. It was a small community, so many of the tutors knew the kid's parents. That was helpful.
The first few months were difficult, but things improved. I continued to teach, but there was little free time to paint. I had few opportunities to connect with my friends in the fishing club.
The school board hired a new principal, as well as a new assistant. The assistant was an Episcopalian minister, who served two small parishes part time. Reverend Wilson was a good man and had taught school before he became a priest. He approved of my changes in the office and wanted to help students not punish them.
The week after the end of the semester, I was invited to a weekend at the club. I needed to get away from it all, so I got out my old camping gear and went off to the club. My camping gear was ten years old, but most of the men had World War II surplus gear. I had a dazzling, blue and white igloo shaped shelter with a floor and screens opening for ventilation. It was for bare feet only, but it had a sunshade that kept it cool. It was even cooler if you were naked.
Many of the men I knew from the previous visit were there. Jody was there with two pals, Chet, and Frog. I could tell they had been the goofy guys at the back of the class in high school. Bubba was there with a cousin, Marley and a friend's son, Little Bubba.
Bubba told me the boys were twenty to twenty-two, and he discovered they were into gay stuff. He was related to them so he could not help them, but he hoped you could give them some pointers. "They need a real man to guide them, not a half-naked man behind a rest stop," he explained. My shelter was over sized since I stored all my painting gear in it. The advertisement said it slept six, so Jody's and Bubba friends all moved in.
We had a fish dinner. but before we got any festivities underway it began to rain. I went to my shelter with Jody and his pals to close it up. There was some ventilation, but not much. Marley and Little Bubba arrived soaked to the skin. By then the rain was coming down heavily. The radio in the main Cabin had said it might rain all night.
Jody and Chet were naked. I was wearing only shorts. Marly and Little Bubba striped off their soaked clothes. I had a battery-operated light that barely illuminated the room. It bathed the interior in what looked like candlelight.
"By my estimation there is between four and six feet of cock in this room," Jody said as he added, "Has anyone found a way to have a little fun?"
"There is no one here who is strictly speaking little," Little Bubba said. "I'm kind of horny,"
"You're aways horny," Marley said.
"Just because I'm always horny doesn't mean I'm not horny," Little Bubba said. "It's a medical problem." The guys laughed.
"It's cozy in here," Jody said. "Is it okay with you Hank? I was hoping we might mess around some."
"I'm not into messing around," I said, "I like man sex. I like to get naked and see what happens. I don't like it messy. If I'm dripping, I want my playmate to lick it up. If I'm shooting, I want my playmate to take it in his mouth and swallow or bend over and spread his ass cheeks wide."
"I'm into man sex, not messing around. It isn't love and it isn't a life-time commitment," I continued. "I am not proving I'm a real man. I want to have some fun with a pal who wants some fun too. I don't want to bruise my cock head pushing through an asshole that's clenched tight. A long time ago I realized a friend's cum tastes better than a stranger's load."
"How long does it take to become a friend?" Little Bubba asked.
"I have a little confession to make," I said, "Usually it on the second or third squirt." The guys burst out laughing.
I don't think of myself as a leader. I could never be a drill sergeant, but I'm not the sort of guy who sits around and waits for someone to tell him what to do. If it needs to be done, I do it.
"I want to do stuff, but I'm shy. I'm into it, but I can't see myself doing it," Frog said. "I'm not sure guys would want to have sex with me?"
"If a guy is hard, he wants sex. If he's hard and dripping, he wants sex bad. Now if there is a sperm stain on the ceiling, you waited too long," I explained. The guys laughed again.
"When I have sex with a new man, I warn him I going to shoot. He has a chance to say no, there's a better chance he will say yes. That goes double when you are up his ass. If you don't want it, just tell him you're not into annal. Most guys understand that" I explained. "I am an artist. I paint. You learn how to paint but doing. I learned about sex by doing."
"How did that work out for you? Marley asked.
"It worked with both with painting and sex I learned how to paint by painting. I discovered sex by having sex. There are no such thing as not enjoying an orgasm," I said.
Little Bubba came over to me, dropped to his knees and began to suck me. It wasn't his first time. It took me a minute or two to realize he was Bubba son. They had matching sucking techniques. I realized Bubba didn't want to be the one who introduce his son to gay sex.
I hadn't expected to encounter any big problems. I knew Little Bubba was hot and ready to get into heavy duty sex. I did not expect to feel exactly the same way. He was hot, horny, and hard. He wanted to suck, fuck and be fucked. We sucked, and then sixty-nined. Somehow, I knew his ass would fit my cock like a glove. It fit perfectly, but I hadn't expected his ass to be so needy. I shove my cock as deep as I could, shot off and continued to shoot as I pulled out. His ass was fully lubricated.
Frog was the next guy in line. "Don't hog him, I want a chance," he complained. Little Bubba and I pulled apart. Frog took his place. Frog was overweight and pale except for a black a fur coat. I noticed that Able, Aaron's youngest brother has similar body hair,
"You're big," he said.
"Is that a problem?" I asked.
He said, "Hell no," as a response. He carefully took my knob into his mouth. The swirled his tongue around the edge of my cock head. He shivered, looked up at me and said, "It's fucking beautiful." He returned to sucking.
Jody came up behind him. "I'm behind you. Raise your ass so I can fuck you," he said. Frog did as he asked. Jody's cock slid into Frog's ass as Frog tried to deep throat my cock. Frog wasn't sucking my cock; he was making love to it. Jody adjusted his thrusts to match Frog's deep throat efforts.
"We need to take a break. The night is young, and I don't want to shoot my load too early," I said. Jody pulled out and went to Marley.
"Will you finish me off later?" Frog asked.
"Sure, do you want it in your mouth or ass?" I asked.
"Either or both," he replied. "No one has ever cum in me."
"You want that?" I asked. "Jody hasn't done you?"
"I want a man to do me," he replied.
He went off, and Chet appeared out of nowhere. Chet had bushy red sideburns a crooked smile and a muscular body. Close up I could see his body hair, but red hair doesn't show.
"Jody told me you did a lot of fun stuff," he said in an accent that was so strong it was hard to recognize as English. "Jody says we are in a rut."
"You want to get out of that rut?" I asked.
"I'm okay with what we are doing now, but I like Jody a lot. I don't want to lose him," he said. "You're old, but you are still hot." He paused, and added, "I saw your picture in the camp. It was pretty; I mean real pretty. I paint houses, but it's not the same thing." He was standing very near me and looked down. "Your cock is a prize winner."
"It tastes better than it looks," I said. Chet dropped to his knees and swallowed. He was enthusiastic, skilled, and energetic. Suddenly my assistant principal skills returned. I realized Chet had a hearing problem. The strange accent and his in-your-face conversational distance were clues.
He also liked man sex a lot. We had a great time. A little later I was on my back and Chet sat on my cock. It soon was deep in Chet's ass. He was bouncing on it with obvious pleasure. Jody came over.
"After Hank shoots off in you, come over to me. I would love to fuck your cum filled ass," Jody told Chet. That was enough to pull my trigger. Chet moaned with each of my ejaculations. When Chet got off my cock, Jody was in his ass seconds later. A minute or two later Jody popped.
I was surprised when Marley came over and licked Chet's ass, coaxing the sperm stew from his drooling ass. Frog came over an eased his tool into Marley's ass. Marley's ass was obviously lubricated since Frog's cock encountered no resistance.
Even with the rain everyone slept well that night. The next morning the men with me were happy, but there had been some shifting in relationships. This wasn't the first time that trading sperm made new friends.
Breakfast at the Club house was a traditional cholesterol, fat, and salt festival. Some men went fishing, and other just relaxed. Summer had finally arrived, and the temperatures were just short of being hot.
Bubba took Jody, Frog, Chet, Little Bubba, and me to the Bridal Falls. The locals thought they were a small-scale replica of the famous falls of Niagara. It was a nice walk. The falls had almost no resemblance to Niagara but were beautiful. We had lots of bug and sunscreen sprays so we could get naked.
I had my art supplies in a knapsack so did sketches in pastels. There was no way to get an oil sketch through the woods back to the camp. I work fast. I tend to draw impressions rather than photographic images. Chet asked if he could try to draw it. I gave him a sketch pad.
I was pleasantly surprised by Chet's sketch. It was quite accurate, but he also had a definite flair. He wasn't timid. It didn't look amateur. I asked him if he had other drawings. He said he had always like to draw and some drawings at home.
We had a good picnic lunch and relaxed.
Little Bubba and Bubba had wandered off and had some serious conversations. They looked alike when they were dressed, but they looked much more alike when they were naked. I thought that was a nightmare scenario.
Little Bubba told him that people whispered about hi. Bubba told Little Bubba's he had been unaware Little Bubba's mother was pregnant. Mitch was older than Bubba and had a good job. He could support the mother and child. The grandparents were fine with Mitch, and not with Bubba who was sixteen at the time. They never told Bubba he was a father, Little Bubba understood. Little Bubba loved his adopted father Mitch, and Bubba respected and liked him too.
After my time as an assistant principal, I realized that family relations were complicated. Second or third husbands were problem with teenaged stepdaughters, as were uncles. Cousins were not considered to be a problem. Of course, no one was gay, and even if there were gay men you couldn't get knocked up in a gay relationship.
I connected Chet with a doctor to check his hearing. He was partially deaf. He couldn't hear high frequency sounds. That was correctable. I also saw his drawings. In the world of art, being a good artist is okay if you like art as a hobby. Chet wasn't good, he was exceptional. He came to my studio to learn how to paints in oil and professional mediums.
I had met Judge Woody at the fishing club. He was the son of Old Judge Woody, who was legendary for his country wit and his unexpected legal skills. He deceived lawyers into underestimating him. They would think things were fine until they lost the case and were confronted by a sophisticated learned opinions by the judge. Frivolous suits fared badly in his court. He died years earlier, the younger Judge Woody wanted to memorialize him with a mural on the blank wall of the courtroom lobby. The Judge dropped in to talk to me about the mural. Frederic Lee Woody IV was a stiff, formal man without his father's sense of humor. He did inherit every bit of his father's intelligence. He was the second-rate lawyers' nightmare.
I was afraid he wanted a portrayal of his father's career. Frederic wanted a portrayal of the natural beauties of the county at dawn, noon, and sunset. He father had favorite views he wanted immortalized. He had good photographs of the views. I would have selected the same views. He asked me if I could do it for a hundred thousand. My to my surprise I didn't choke, or jump up screaming, "Thank you Jesus." I accepted the commission.
I knew him from the Club, so he knew my sexual interests. I assumed he was deep in the closet.
"Several of the men at the club seemed to think of you as a sexual athlete. I am a private in cautious man due to my position," Frederic said. "Sherriff Erasmus said you are a rock-solid man. I was hoping we might do some explorations." I asked him if he would like a cup of coffee. He said yes and we went to my house.
We skipped the coffee and went to be bedroom. I needed a shower, so Frederic and I showered. He was in good shape for a fifty-year-old man. His cock was semi-erect and impressive. I got the ball rolling by bending over and sucking him. He was fully erect and oozing a minute later.
"That's beautiful," he moaned.
"I was hoping this was a good start." I said. "Are you expecting more?"
"It is more of a hope. I don't know what to do next," he said.
"Would you like to go to the bedroom and see what develops?" I asked. "I seem to like any thing that can be classified as sex with another man."
"Erasmus said you like anal, top and bottom?" he said. "He said you take sperm directly from the cock."
"Guilty as charged," I replied. "You?"
"I haven't done much, but I am interested," he said.
"It takes more than interest to open your ass for another guy's cock to enter you and leave his sperm as deep in you as he can," I said.
Frederic reached for my cock and stroked it. "It's hard to say this, but I think I would like yours," he said. "I'll take it even if it hurts."
"I lose my erection if it hurts," I said. "I like mutual enjoyment." We dried off and went to the bedroom. We sixty-nined for a while and I could tell he was getting close.
"You have two choices. I can take your load now, or I can fuck you to an orgasm?" I asked.
"I want to be fucked," he replied.
I said I wanted him on his back with his legs on my shoulders. "You can't resist much in the position. That easier for me and for you," I said. I squirted some lube into his ass and coated my cock. I slipped in and paused at his sphincter. My knob toyed with that tight muscle.
"You're doing it well," I said.
"Really?" he asked. As he spoke, I made a hard thrust and most of my cock was in his ass. He didn't seem to know what happened, but he liked it. I didn't fuck him. I gently massaged his ass gradually going deeper. When I pulled back, I made sure my knob caressed his prostate. Technically, he knew he had a prostate. He moaned every time I touched it.
"I'm getting close," I said. "Do you want me to shoot off in you or pull out."
"Breed me. I want it all in me!" he replied. I had been fucking him for ten or fifteen minutes by then. My cock wanted to do what it was created to do. Ejaculations are fast and over soon, but that is not the way they feel. Frederic felt each twitch and squirt. He moaned and shivered as I filled his ass.
We were still for a little while and I gently pulled my cock out of him. "Do you feel violated, or have you just won the jackpot?" I asked.
"Definatly the jackpot," he said.
"You shot off too. Would it be too much if I licked it up?" I asked. I didn't wait for an answer. His cock had a final ejaculation when I licked it. His gut was covered in his semen, but fresh sperm is always good.
"Could you tell how much I liked it?" he asked.
"I'm licking up your thank you note," I said. Another glob of sperm emerged from his cock.