A Chip off the Old Block
Bald Hairy Man
This is pure fantasy. If you are offended by stories about gay men and gay sex, or if you are under age, DO NOT READ IT. It is not a guide to safe sexual techniques. It does not depict real men, or real situations. It does not depict necessary safe sex practices. Fantasy characters can do anything they want, real men can not!
I was twenty seven when my Dad died and left me his fortune. I was an only child and mom had died two years earlier. His fortune was a joke. He owned two bars and grills, and four corner stores. At least that's what I thought he owned. I am William DeCorso, the heir. After the funeral I met with his lawyer, Dudley Fortune. He was one of those guys who had thirty or forty adds for legal services on TV between midnight and six in the morning.
We met at his home office. He had other offices around town which he shared with with bail bond services. His house was nice and his office was impressive.
"William, it good to meet you," he said. "Do you go by William or Bill?"
"My friends call me Will," I said.
"Is it alright if I use that name?" he asked. I said yes.
"You are the sole heir so everything will be easy. The bars and shops are all profitable, but their locations are good, and the property they sit on is potentially valuable. To be a little clearer, they are worth a bundle," he said.
"How much of a bundle?" I asked. I was the reference librarian at a local juniversity. Wealth had never occurred as an option to me.
"On a bad day, four million. On a good day seven to eight million," he said. "The properties sit on large corner lots on busy streets. They are prefect for fast food, or gas-convenience stores. There are other small lots here and there."
"Holy Shit!" I muttered. That undermined my effort to seem sophisticated.
"There is another business. It is called the Sportsman Club." he added.
"What is that?" I asked.
"It is an expensive club for men with alternative sexual tastes," he said.
"Gay or straight?" I asked.
"Gay. The members and staff are gay. It has a gym, pool and showers and a steam room." Dudley explained. "The members and staff are rigorously tested, so certain activities are safe."
"Lots of fun in private rooms?" I asked.
"No. Your dad thought private rooms might encourage sadists and masochists to flourish. He did not want any one to be hurt or injured," Dudley explained. "That was my suggestion. I believe an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure."
"Are you a member?" I asked.
"I am. I told your father that it was desirable to keep an eye on the place," he said. "My own personal tastes find the place attractive. I hope that doesn't offend you."
"That's not a problem," I said. "Actually, that is not a problem at all. At the library the rest rooms are a problem. They apparently are informal club of a sort. I would be fired if I visited one."
"Is there any chance you might like to visit the Sportsman Club?" he asked.
"I think I would be remiss if I didn't visit it," I said.
"I am busy today, but tomorrow is free. Would you like a tour?" he asked. I said that sounded fine.
"The dress code in the club beyond the lobby is informal. I hope that doesn't offend you?" he asked.
"Locker room casual?" I asked.
"Perhaps it might be more like the shower room after you won the big game," he said. I laughed.
"Will, I have a confession to make. I have heard comments about interest in your properties. I would like to make it become known that the new owner has an ever so casual interest in selling them. Would that offend you?" he asked.
"Let's just say I am willing to evaluate every option, I suggested.
"That is an excellent way to state it. It is vague, but no real estate agent would fail to know exactly what you mean," he said. Dudley asked if 10:00 would be a good time to pick me up. I said that was fine and went home.
I had a hard time sleeping that night. The value of my dad's property was much greater than I had guessed. I remembered when he bought one of them for $80.000.00. That had seemed like a fortune to me.
The visit to the Sportsman Club was exciting in a different way. I had almost no interest in women at all. I wasn't handsome, an athlete or distinguished in any way in high school. I had been on the swim team, but that didn't count as a sport in my school. I didn't admit it at the time, but I liked showering with the guys. Somehow my dreams sometimes involved the showers and a pool, but I woke up when the dream became too real.
Dudley pick me up at 10:00 on the dot. The Sportsman Club was ten miles beyond the city limit. It had been a ritzy tennis club, but had gone belly up years ago. Dad never mentioned it. Dad was real busy and had lots of night meetings.
When I was five, Grandpa moved in with us after grandma died. I inherited his height and my dad's hairy body. Grandpa was wonderful. Mom was one of five girls, and I was the boy he never had. He went to the parents conferences at school in place of Dad. Grandpa died a year before my mom.
We turned down a narrow road, and suddenly the clubhouse appeared. It was a nice looking building with parking to the side. It had a two story front and a big wing in the back. We went in the front door and two men greeted us, a muscular doorman named Wolfram, and the club manager, Marco. Wolfram wore sort of tuxedo. It was pressed and formal except Wolfram didn't wear a shirt. He had a muscular chest covered in curly blond hair. Marco was smaller and wore a leather vest and matching slacks.
Marco was out going and greeted me warmly. He introduced Wolfram and said he was the greeter and security. We went to his office.
"I don't know how much Dudley has told you about the club. We serve friendly men who are concerned about their privacy." Marco explained. "Few men know about us and we accept new members only when another member vouches for him. At some point the members decided to go back to nature. In the private areas of the club, members are nude. The men are exceptionally private and didn't want the possibility of cameras or recording devices in the building."
"We have few private spaces in the club. Your father thought men should be proud of themselves. Everything is open and public. Men are free to be themselves. Some might find the club to be too open and activities too intimate to be done in pubic view," Marco explained. "It amazed me at how easily men adapted to our ways. Did Dudley tell you that you need to strip to enter the club. We do provide jock strap for special guests."
"Dudley did tell me about the dress code and I appreciate your offer. I won't use the Jock strap." I said. "If I get excited, is the jock available?" He nodded and we went to a little toilet room, shower, undressing area. "The men are quite playful. If you are uninterested in them, just say you are busy."
"Please do not take this the wrong way. Normally men take a physical exam and are tested before they join. We have a connection with the university and the exam you took a month ago indicates you are in excellent heath and disease free," Marco said. We striped and went into the pool area.
The indoor pool reminding me of the swim team. Several men were swimming, several were on adjustable lounges. Several men were at different states of erection. Oddly, I felt at home. My swim team dream was coming to life.
"Willy, what are you doing here?" a man asked. I did a double take. It was the head librarian, Justin Jones.
"Justin, this is the new owner of the Sportsman Club, William De Corso," Marco explained.
Justin looked at me oddly. "You are Carlo De Corso's son?" he asked. I nodded. "You don't look anything like him except for the pelt. Your father and I were close."
"I had no idea this place existed. It is a complete surprise." I said.
"I hope that it turns into a pleasant surprise," Justin said. "I hope I can help you with that."
I must have looked uneasy.
"That is not a come on, it is a genuine offer to help. Your father was a good, affable man," I am sorry for your loss," Justin said. "The members of the Sportsman Club have two lives. One is a conventional life of work, friends and family. We have a second life at the club. This involves a different set of friends. It exists as a place to relax and enjoy each other,"Justin said. "It has no connection to our other life."
"You are just friends?" I asked.
"The phrase, "friends with benefits," strikes me as vulgar," Justin said. "We are here for pleasure, intimate pleasure."
"That pleasure can include orgasms and exchanging intimate fluids," Dudley explained. "We are a social club. The bylaws, do not list acceptable activities. There is, however, a reference to mutually acceptable activities."
Wolfram came in and whispered to Marco. He was needed in the lobby. He left and someone called out to Dudley and went over to see the man. I was alone with Justin.
"Would you mind if I was a bit more direct?" he asked. I said it would be nice to avoid the guarded lawyer talk.
"This is a sex club, plain and simple. To say it is a gay sex club doesn't do it justice. The men are friendly, intelligent and sexually driven, Justin said. "That includes me. Your father was gay and sexually obsessed. He created this place so that sexually driven men could engage in as much sex as they wanted without fear of disease. He was a bottom."
"He wasn't an attentive father. He was nice but he was away most of the time," I said. "Did you fuck him?"
"Of course I did. He was generous. You have similar body hair, to his, but you are tall and well hung. He was average, but made up for that with good attitude," Justin said.
"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked.
"Will I'm nor sure you fully understand the objective of the club. We are here to have sex with men. Conversation is encouraged but is optional. Of course I want to fuck you and I want to feel you draining your balls into my ass, he said. "You are a fucking turn on."
A man came over to us. "Justin, did you win the lottery? You pal is a beauty," an older, beefy man said to us.
"Theodore, this is Will De Marco. He is Carlo's son, and the new owner of this establishment," Justin said. I was semi erect and Theodore dropped to his knees and licked my cock. A second later my cock head was in his mouth. I was embarrassed, but my cock loved it.
"Will, I apologize for my friend. You are supposed to at least say hello before to suck a man," Justin said. I suddenly recognized Theodore as the District Attorney, Teddy Hammond. His wife was known as the Iron Maiden, and was a state senator.
Teddy stood up to say hello and Justin dropped to his knees and deep throated my cock. It was beautiful.
I was shocked.
I was afraid my first, full blown, homosexual contact would be frightening and challenging, perhaps scary. Every preconception about gay sex vanished because if the pure pleasure I felt. As Teddy and I talked Justin played with my cock head and then slowly took my entire cock into his mouth. Justin and Teddy traded places and teddy was on his knees again and his tongue caressed my knob. It was beautiful.,
When he pulled off, Teddy asked Justin if my juices had begun too flow.
"Yep, they are fresh and plentiful," Justin said. I dropped to my knees. Justin was semi erect and I took his cock head into my mouth. For some reason, my tongue went for the tip of his cock and licked the piss slit. I was afraid I might taste piss, but I tasted sweet. It was sweet,slippery precum.
"I think Will inherited more from his father than a hairy chest," Julian remarked. "He's a keeper!"
The morning was a sexual fantasy come true. Justin and Teddy introduced me to the men as the new owner. I hadn't realized that my cock was what the men called "a nice piece of meat." I was also young. The men weren't pushy. One of the nice things about the Sportsman Club open twenty-four seven. You could always come back. If you didn't connect sexually today, there would be plenty of opportunities coming up.
Martin reappeared and wanted to go over some business related items. I guessed one of the items on his list. I told him that I saw no reason to change the way the club operated. I also said that I was not planning to sell the place any time soon. The staff jobs were safe.
Wolfram entered the room. "I need for Will to see the car. One of our members might be interested if it's available." I went with him to a garage. There was nice, late model car. It had been my father's. He used it for business. I used my mother's car which had been a nice car 18 years earlier. I am not much into cars. Dad's car looked nice, and it was fully loaded. I wasn't sure.
"Dudley told me you need to take it. Your old car is shit he said." Wolfram said. "I take care of it. It's in perfect condition."
"You recommend it?" I asked. He said yes. There was a pause and said. "Your dad was a nice man. He helped me when I was down and out."
"He was always at work. In some ways I didn't know him well," I said. "Mom and Grandpa raised me. That was good and I had a happy childhood," I said.
"I grew up as a self hating gay man. My parents were what I guess you would call Hate Christians," Wolfram explained. "Their religion was defined by the people and things they hated. They hated gays, Jews, anyone who wasn't German. They though Hitler was misunderstood."
"I was supposed to be a superman. Like any kid, I wanted to please them, but I could never be good enough. They died ten years ago. I was the only one at the funeral," he said. "I wasn't gay, but I didn't seem to realize that fucking gay men made me gay."
"I picked up your father and royally fucked him. He loved it. Your dad could take a cock. I picked him up a few more times, and he asked me if shooting off in his ass was the only time I felt pleasure. Of course I said hell no," he continued.
"Your dad said that I was beginning to take my time, and my ejaculations increased from five to ten spurts. I thought I was just draining my balls in him. I hadn't occurred to me that he enjoyed them. Some how that excited me. He was still hard and I sucked his cock. When he shot off in my mouth it was beautiful. I didn't even think when I swallowed the entire load," he said.
We talked for a while. He said he was hoping that eventually he could fuck me and feel the way he did in my dad's ass. I told him I had never fucked of been fucked. He told me he hoped I would keep the club and join in.
"The men here are nice. They are all a bit sex crazed, but they like men as friends, as well a sex buddies. Your dad liked me even when my cock wasn't up his ass." Wolfram said.
As I left the Sportsman Club, Justin came up to me.
"Will, the men here aren't just naked. Every thing is on display. That doesn't just include our imperfect bodies, cock and assholes. Our most intimate desires, wants, and feelings are on display for all to see. You don't need to worry. Here you can wallow in sex, and that is fine. It's more than fine; it's expected," Justin explained. "No one gossips. No casual observations leak from the club."
Dudley came over and said he had a late afternoon meeting we left and he dropped me off at home. He told me the new car was was being registered in my name an I would have it a few days. He added that he would arrange a meeting with my accountant.
"Edgar Williams is mind mindbogglingly boring, honest, imaginative and a genius. Meeting with him is an ordeal. It's hard to stay awake. Be polite and agree with everything he says," Dudley said.
Monday Wolfram called and said he had the car ready, and asked if he could deliver it that evening. I said that would be fine. He said he could have a second car follow him to take him back to the club if I didn't want to drive him. I said I would take him back. It would be nice to take the car on a spin.
He was at my door at seven. It was good to drive him back. There had been a lot of changes in cars over the last 18 years. My old car had a key that turned the car on and off, and a radio and a tape player.
Wolfram told me what all the buttons and switches did. I told him the Star ship Enterprise had simpler controls. Wolfram told me the Enterprise was over sixty-years-old. He also told me he would like to help me modernize my approach to sex and suggest we might get together the next weekend. I asked him if he had carnal intentions. He said that his intentions were 100% carnal.
I told him my social calendar for the weekend was open. He told me Sunday morning was a good time. That was fine for me. I drove the new car to the Club without incident. Everything worked right and I figured out the logic behind the array of new features.
Wolfram was waiting for me in the lobby. The assistant door man, Rocky, worked on the weekends. I thought Rocky was auditioning for a remake of the Beverly Hillbillies. Wolfram told me he was genuine and no where near being as dumb as he looked.
Eight in the morning on Saturday was a good time for men to "exercise." They weren't doing jumping jacks and push. There some groups of men who seemed to be regulars. There were some younger guys. They were called trainers and worked for the club.
A middle aged guy named Sandy and a younger man named Butch came over to us. Wolfram introduced me to them as the new boss, Carlo's son.
"You don't look much like Carlo, except for the pelt. Your Dad and I served the bear hunters," Sandy said. "Your dad was a great bottom. He was generous. He opened his ass wide to let me in, and then clamped tight to keep me hard. He was almost crying by the time I shot off in him." Sandy was blond, and he had a fur coat didn't show up. I think a good portion of hie hair was white.
"Your dad was good to me," Butch said. "I took the idiots way to fame and fortune. I dropped out of school and hitch hiked to Hollywood. This is a far as I got. He bailed me out of jail. My cock was only asset and I was in a park naked and erect. He gave me a job here."
"The boys help lonely men to feel wanted," Wolfram said. "FYI they are salaried athletic trainers, not independent contractors. The club's dues are high, but there are many, unusual benefits."
"We make sure no one is lonely," Butch said.
There was an older man unsteadily walking towards the pool. Butch went over to him and helped him get in the water. Sandy went over the a group of guys he called the breakfast club.
"I didn't know you served food," I said.
"We have light snacks. Sometimes Sandy provides cream for the coffee," Wolfram said.
"Do you serve cream?" I asked.
"For you I would," he replied. "I like to serve it in your ass." Wolfram's cock was impressive soft. It was getting firm, and more attractive. I was getting hard too. Wolfram noticed "I like to top. I am looking for a nice starter cock to break you in."