Grandma's Bed & Breakfast 2
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!
The staff at Grandma's tended to rotate. Some men greatly enjoyed it. They said it gave them time to pursue their personal and sexual interests. Michael painted. His paintings sold well and working at Grandma's provided entertainment for him. He was too old to be a boy-toy and not quite old enough to be a Daddy. I noticed that while he loved shooting off in an ass, he also like watching his bottom lose it. He loved the feeling as his bottom twitched as he ejaculated.
We had added four new staff members: Ronnie, Kenny, Joey and Grant. They all had a variety of skills and problems. Ronnie and Kenny were lazy as shit. They liked sex a lot and really liked the bottom. Ronnie claimed he could take a nap while being fucked. Sperm ejaculating in his ass always woke him up. Grandma's Bed and Breakfast might well have been the only business in the country where that was a useful skill.
Joey also liked older guys. He liked to play the innocent next door neighbor who needed someone to teach him about sex. I never figured out how he convinced anyone he was a virgin. The men looked good enough, were polite, so the older men were happy.
Grant was good looking, muscular, and hairy. Mark told me he was no smarter than he needed to be. That was looking on the bright side. He was affable and cheerful. He liked mowing the lawns, polishing the floors and sweeping up. He also like to fuck and be fucked.
He had been a boy-toy for a wealthy man. He never had a job. When his "Daddy" died, Grant was kicked out of the house into the cold. Mark found him, discovered he was sexually needy and gave him a job with a salary, social security and health insurance. Mark sent him to Grandma's Bed & Breakfast so Grant could make friends. That was not a problem since Grant was affable, pleasant and liked sex a lot.
The Grandpa's Playpen group arrived a month later. It was getting cooler but the days were still warm and the pool was heated. We had added awnings to the edge of the pool. These had clear plastic drape like enclosures and allowed heaters to warm things up.
Some of the guest were older men who came with their boy-toys. A few the boy-toys were now in their fifties and sixties. I assumed most were partners or were married by now. Wallace told me some of the men like a good show, and didn't mind if their partners played around as long as they could watch.
One of the oldest men in the group, Uncle DuVal, told me his cock was mostly retired but his eyes were still young. "I can't get hard anymore, but my mind is just as immature as ever and I still get turned on." His partner, Denny, told me that DuVal had saved him from jail and had helped him get out of bad situations for years. "I owe him," He said.
Wallace introduced me to one of the members of the group. He was a sixty-five year old man named Rutherford and had a business that transferred old porn videos to modern digital media. He had been a wedding photographer but he had a sideline business of making digital transfers of old home movies. He upgraded the images and gave them them to the original people who made them. Most of them later paid him for multiple copies for family members.
Rutherford was a computer geek and was interested is saving old porn. He had a huge collection of what is now vintage porn. He worked his magic on the faded originals and sold copies to the original studios, if they still existed. He sold a few to special friends. Since he had paid for the original videotapes it was legal. In some cases, his versions were close to being new originals they were so much improved. I assumed he was he was an amateur. I later discovered he had sold his program to a major soft ware company for several million.
Wallace asked if we could recreate some of the best scenes from the videos using our staff and guest volunteers. I said no one on the staff had any acting talent.
Rutherford laughed. "You may not have noticed that none of the actors in these cock-operas ever made it to the big screen," Rutherford said. "Their main skill was staying hard and shooting off."
He had a point. We were well supplied with exhibitionists. They had no problem with public sex. Several men were here because that taste was not always enjoyed by the police. I wondered if performing sex in front of an audience would excite them.
Grandpa's Playpen had rented the B & B from Monday through Friday. Many of the men were retired, and those who weren't seemed to have months, and in some cases years, of accumulated vacation time. They were all playful even though some weren't as fully sexually capable as they had been. One man told me that while his cock tended to be soft, his soft welcoming ass was still functioning. All of them liked to watch and vicariously share the passion.
There was one unexpected sexual group of men. The older men with boy-toys wanted their boys to sexually connect with fully functioning men. They seemed to like giving the boys a sex vacation.
Philip one of the older men told me his boy, Tim, needed to maintain all of his sexual skills. Tim was 45 or so, and the youthful bloom had faded. He had not quite reached the distinguished chairman of the Board look. When I left, Tim followed me.
"Philip has been getting indiscreet lately. That conversation turned a bit strange," Tim said.
I smiled and said, "Men here tend to let it all hang out. That doesn't only apply to the cock, the brain is sometimes involved."
Tim laughed. "Philip and I are friends more than lovers. It happens that my cock is the perfect fit for his ass. He loves it," he said. "I have a problem of sorts. Philip is sick with a year or so left. To be direct, I need reopen my ass for general recreational use. It's been unused for a while."
"You want me to help you with that?" I asked
"If I insulted you, I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't worry, I've been known to help a man in need," I said. "You need to know than when I fuck, I breed."
"Have I hit the jackpot?" he asked. We were next to my room so I asked him in. I had forgotten Grant was staying with me, since we needed his room for guests.
"Tim, this is Grant, He's bunking with me tonight," I said. Tim obviously liked what he saw. They shook hands and Grant said he was off to work.
"Hardwood and I were going to have a little fun," Tim said. "Would you like to join us?" Grant looked at me. I nodded.
A minute or so later we were naked and on the bed. Tim seemed to be sex starved. I told Grant that Tim wanted to be fucked.
"Some guys think I'm too big to top," Grant said.
"Don't worry," Tim said. "I like big ones."
"I make a mess when I shoot off," Grant explained.
"Be still my heart!" Tim replied. Grant and I double teamed Tim for an hour or so. Time had definitely not lost his fucking skills.
The next evening we had a movie night with Rutherford's videos on one screen showing a movie staring Bruno, a muscle bound horse hung star of the 70s, and a live scene with Grant playing Bruno, and Tim playing the bottom. Rutherford was filming the live scene and showing it on the second screen. It wasn't a perfect reenactment, but no one complained.
Rutherford was a great camera man. His years of doing wedding videos, and going in close for the first kiss, converted into gay porn perfectly. Grant pulled out of Tim's ass in time to show his final ejaculations. Grant's sperm shooting into Tim's still open ass was pure porn magic.
The second feature was of a gang bang of a man in a sling by the guests at a gay birthday celebration. I had no idea of why I was chosen to be the man in the sling. Michael, and some of the Playpen men were the guests. That included Denny and a few of the younger men in the group. Tim, who had just bottomed was the last in line.
Later than night I realized that acting skills were not required for gay porn models. If you are horny enough, all is well. The audience was very appreciative. Many of the older men complimented me on my stamina. One man told me that he had never seen a more attractive view of sperm drooling from an ass before. He said it was lovely. I thought to myself that Grandma's Bed & Breakfast indeed served a niche market.
The men were all friendly and cheerful. They appreciated the explosion of sex in both video and in real life. Then men knew each other well and tended to take care of the older men. They knew who had what medical procedures, and who needed to rest. A few asked for our guys to make a personal visit to men who were close to being fragile. Our staff was attentive.
There were some men who needed special diets. Our chef was good about that, but several of the guest had been cooks, and they helped. Our chef was a hairy, beefy bear and he made many friends. If guys wanted a late night snack, he was willing to deliver it to the mouth of the guest or to the ass. After the first day the guests realized there was no need to be shy.
Rutherford was outgoing, friendly and accommodating. He was making videos of the men if they wanted. Years of making the bride look beautiful transferred into capturing old men at their best. He included portraits, candid shots and full action interludes.
Rutherford claimed he had a knack to make cock sucking into an athletic triumph, and making a cock up an ass into a wilderness nature film. Sperm drooling from a freshly used ass could look like a water fall or magma from an anal volcano. These were not suitable for display beside the coffin at the funeral home, but they were good for special friends.
There was a dance on the last night of the Grandpa's Playpen's stay. A few of the men had been in bands or vocal groups. Many had been in choruses and Choirs. The music was good although there was a pronounced tendency to emphasize the bass. The men left after noon on Friday, and did a lot of cleaning and straightening up Friday morning. We had another group coming in that evening, so that was helpful. The event had been good and the men loved it.
At 5:30 PM, the Happy Trails Motorcycle Club took up residence. The head of the club, Moon Dog Smith looked like he had appeared from a motorcycle movie from the 1970's. These weren't the Hollywood type movies, these were the movies that were only shown in outdoor movie theaters in small Southern towns.
The Happy Trails Club was made up of guys who liked the look. They were weekend motorcyclists. Some were mechanics and construction workers, many were teachers, lawyers and cops. They liked motorcycles and were playing a role.
Moon Dog was a high school football coach who could have passed for Bigfoot when the light was low. He told me that half the men in the club were gay and the other half were straight until it got dark. There were three women in the club, but they didn't have cunts, and their clitorises' were six inches plus. Several of the men had vaginas. Moon Dog said it was polite to ask if they want a cock up their ass or in the cunt.
I told him that seemed like there was a statistical oddity to have some many transgender members. "The first president of our club had a transgender wife," Moon Dog explained. "We were the only open minded bike club at the time. I kind if think that may be still true. Is that a problem for you?"
I used the standard Grandma's Bed & Breakfast line. "There are no problems, only opportunities." I later told the staff about the transgender aspect of the club. It was not a problem. Michael told me he had no problem with variety.
We had a good dinner and the club members lounged around the pool. It had been a hot day for this time of the year, so it was still warm. No one had a problem with our dress code. Naked was fine with them. The men were mostly middle aged and it had been a long ride. After a quick swim, many men went to their rooms and went to sleep.
I was with Michael, Grant, Marty the Man, and Joey. The leadership committee of the Happy Trails club was with us. Moon Dog; his friend Johnny, Ready for Business; Fonda Dix, a cross dresser; Bobby Bottom, and Grizzly Bear made up the leadership group. They were an odd looking group and cheerful. The pool was completely private because of the wrap around rooms, and complete nudity in the open air was stimulating for them.
I told them the rules. Ask before you poke, and no means no, were the only major rules and they were fine with that. They were easy going and open minded. Fonda Dix had large breasts and large cock. Grizzly Bear was a short, muscular, hairball, and had a vagina.
We talked and had a few beers and nature took its course. Joey and I had a good time with Grizzly. Grizzly was an automobile mechanic specializing in expensive European cars. He had no problem accommodating a cock poking anywhere it fit. He seemed to be a peace with his non standard anatomy and had no problem with sex.
Joey liked to kiss, and while fingering his vagina, I discovered his clitoris. I knew the clitoris existed, but had never encountered one. I later found out Grizzly's was unusually large and responsive. Grizzly went crazy when I sucked it. Eventually, I sixty-nined him as Joey fucked his vagina. Grizzly was wildly enthusiastic. Joey and I were happy men.
Grizzly was a good man. Unexpectedly I discovered a strong attachment to Joey's cock as I watched it fucking Grizzly. We had several modest sexual encounters. They were enjoyable, but no more. He had a large, attractive cock. I had never been a few inches from it in action. It was beautiful when it was close up.
I began to shoot off into Grizzly's greedy mouth. Joey pulled out of Grizzly's cunt and shot off into my mouth as I licked the excited clit. It seemed that the only thing that the clitoris lacked was sperm, and Calvin provided that. Seconds later Joey's knob was touching the clitoris and bathing it in his sperm and I was gobbling it up.
All three of us were sexually experienced, but this was a first for all of us. We were all shocked and pleased. While Joey and I knew each other casually, I had a sense we would get to know each other very well in the near future.
I had noticed that some men have just plain old cocks. The are standard issue piss and cum dispensers. Once and a while a cock is a magic wand. This often happens when the cock is attacked to a man who attract you, or is your type.
Somehow I knew that Grizzly, Joey, and I experienced pure 100% cock attraction. That might just be a physical thing. This was not that. This was an intense physical and emotional connection. Somehow, the little part of our brain that controls sexual attraction took control of my emotions decided this was it. I knew Joey and Grizzly felt the same. I was shocked I felt that way with men I barely knew.
Sex doesn't last forever, and we broke apart. Grizzly went the room ha share with a man named Stan and another man named Evan. I went to the room I shared with Grant. Joey was bunking with Michael.
I was exhausted and unexpectedly I slept well. Cleaning up from the Grandpa's Playpen and getting ready for Happy Trails Motorcycle Club had made it a long day. The interlude with Grizzly and Joey perked me up, but when I saw the bed in my room, I immediately bonded with it. When I woke up, Grant was slowly fucking Fonda Dix. Grant looked relaxed and happy. He was fucking Fonda from the rear, and had a leg pulled up to expose Fonda's ass with Grant's cock stretching it open. Fonda's cock was fully erect.
Fonda saw that I was awake. "I guess you can tell, I won the lottery last night," Fonda said.
"It looks like Grant's cock barely fits," I said.
"I'm going to shoot off again," Grant said. "Do you mind of Hardwood watches?"
Seconds later, I could see Grant's cock twitching as he shot off. Fonda was moaning as Grant unloaded. When he pulled out, globs of sperm drooled from Fonda's ass.
"Is that one load" I asked.
"I think it's the third," Grant said.
"That's my quota for the day," Fonda said. We laughed. Grant went to shower.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I sure am," Fonda replied. "In the old days I was a bit wild. At the closing time of a club, they would strap me into a sling and all the men there would fuck me. The first four or five guys were rough, but after that my ass was cum lubricated. That was lovely." Fonda paused. "I had a strange sense that when Grant's cock slipped into my ass, god had protected me from AIDS, so he could fuck me. My folks were religious types. I now know what the phrase, "God Moves in mysterious ways," means."