Harry Cary
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers yo 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.
My parents were normal people. Elizabeth and Thomas Cary were conventional, pleasant and had many friends. They had one daughter, Helen. Ten years after Helen's birth, mom became pregnant again. This time they knew the baby would be male.
At about the same time I was conceived, Mom's dad, Harry Miller, was diagnosed with incurable cancer. He was in the hospital and in poor condition when they decided to name me Harry. That cheered him up. He slipped into a coma and died two days later.
In grade school I discovered that being named Harry Cary was a problem. My middle name was Michael, and they unsuccessfully tried to call me H. Michael Cary without any success.
Sometimes you get blessed and I took after my grandfather who was a successful accountant. Being a brain was not good, being able to help with homework was good. In high school "You need to commit Harry Cary," meant you needed help with math problems. While being good at math was helpful it turned out that being interested in computer programming was even better. The only problem had had getting to college was making a choice between which full scholarship I would take.
I was stunningly ungainly as an adolescent, but once I finished growing it wasn't that pronounced. I looked my my grandfather. I had a hairy chest by the time I was a sophomore in high school and was almost ape like by the time I was a senior. That was not at all stylish.
I was a good swimmer and was Life Guard at the neighborhood pool in the summer. The kids thought I was an adult, and with the combination of my deep bass voice and hairy body, I usually had firm control over the swimmers. Some were scared of me when I was mad.
Maybe 75-80% of the adults at the pool in the daytime were mothers. Men would show up at six or seven. Once and a while there were grandpas or uncles during the day time.
The pool had separate youth showers for the boys and girls, and smaller adult showers. The pool accommodated several youth swimming teams. I used the adult shower.
The women's showers had compartments. The men's showers looked like an afterthought to me. You walked in, had hooks for a towel, and clothes. You went around a corner to a concealed, open, shower area. The room had a single skylight that provided dim illumination. There were six shower heads, three on each side.
I alternated doing the nine in the morning to two in the afternoon time slot and the two to nine slot. I was rinsing off at two in the after noon when Uncle Bill came in. Uncle Bill came in the morning with four kids who were described as "active." Their mother took over at two. Once and a while I had to help him, but he was usually in control.
He took the shower head next to me. We had never been in the shower at the same time before. Uncle Bill was not shy.
"Harry, you look a lot older that the other life guards," he said.
"I started school a year late," I said. "I was born near the cut off date. I'm 18 now."
Uncle Bill stepped closer to me as we talked. I was puzzled by this. He was friendly and casual as we discussed one of the problem kids in the kiddie pool. I glanced down a saw that his cock was getting firm. He was looking at me. My cock was a bit more than firm.
I knew that I wasn't interested in girls sexually. I wasn't sure what interested me sexually. Somehow I realized that Uncle Bill knew.
As we talked, Roger Billings came in the shower. He was a younger man who was the night dispatcher for the police department. He noticed our semi erect cocks.
"Don't mind me, I will be the lookout," Roger said.
A second later Uncle Bill's lips were wrapped around my cock head and his tongue was caressing my knob. Maybe a minute later I shot off and he took every drop. He got up, said thank you and left. Roger came over to shower next to me.
"I don't know what happened," I said.
"You just discovered the meaning of life," Roger said.
"I'm not sure about that," I murmured.
"You have discovered something new about yourself. Go with it!" Roger replied.
I expected a sleepless night was in my future, but I was wrong about that. I slept like a log and woke up relaxed. Looking back, I wondered if knew I wanted men as sexual partners. My lack of interest in girls should have been a clue. I got along well with girls as friends, but I never got sexually excited. It all made sense to me now.
A few days later I ran into Uncle Bill who was sitting on a bench waiting for the kids to arrive. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"All is well," I said. "I am fine."
"That was a once only event. I was out of line," he said.
"To tell you the truth, I am not sure that I want that to be a once only event," I said. "I am interested in, let's say, exploring more."
Uncle Bill smiled. "I would be glad to show you the ropes," he said. "Roger would like to help you out too. He's a nice guy and a little variety can be nice." Bill paused briefly. "I should warn you. I'm not looking for love. I want fun. It can get very intense, but once you shoot off, everything reverts to normal."
"That sounds good to me," I said. "My parents are leaving on a trip to Alaska next week." Why I said that I do not know. We talked a little longer and arranged to connect after my parents left. Then I went to the pool.
I called him they day they left, and Bill said he had a get together planned on Monday evening. I had the mornings shift at the pool, so that worked out for me. He told me he was having a few special friends over on Monday and asked if I would like to join the group. He told me that I didn't need to worry. Everyone was very discrete.
"I should tell you several of these men are into big time play," he said. "It's no holds barred. It might be more correct to say no holes are off limits."
"It it wild?" I asked.
"No, they are all good men, but you may discover some intense and deep new feelings." He explained. I told him that sounded exciting. That did not discourage me.
Uncle Bill lived in a restored house of a man who ran a mill outside of town. The mill was long gone, but the mill pond and the dam were still in place.
My parents called me from Seattle before they left for Alaska on a cruise ship. Two days later I was knocking on Uncle Bill's door. Roger answered the door. I saw Uncle Bill inside talking to one man who I didn't know and Sean Samuel, the organist at my church.
Bill introduced the unknown man as Tom. He was roofer. Another man came in from another room. He was Noel Jones, the television weather man.
"Welcome to today's group," Bill said. "Harry is new to the scene, Tom is a new friend of mine. For the new men I want to assure you that this is not an orgy or a gang bang. I refer to it as an opportunity for sexual exploration. We explore our friends and we allow our friends to explore us."
"Yes means yes and no means no," he added. "To be frank, no one had said no yet, but remember no one is here to challenge anyone. For our new guests, I should explain our objectives. We hare here to share out sperm, to shoot it, to take it, or to savor it and to taste it. Is everyone okay with that?"
"You forgot to mention use it as lube when you are fucking!" Sean said. There was a murmur of approval. The men started talking. Sean came over to me.
"Harry, there is a lot more to you than I would have guessed," Sean said. He was five-eight, slightly over weight, with a red beard and a curly mat of hair covering his chest. "Since you are new here, I should tell you we aren't here for love. This is recreational sex, for fun and pleasure. It may briefly feel like love when you are shooting off or a guy is loading your ass with his special sauce," he said. "You with leave here with a smile and maybe the taste of a guy's load in you mouth."
"I would like to suck you, fuck you, take your load and feed you mine," he said. "When you leave here it's over. There are good memories and nothing else. Maybe sometime it might turn into something else, but that is unlikely. Does that bother you?"
"I think maybe it should, but it doesn't." I said. "It's all to new to me."
"You have a beautiful piece of meat hanging between your legs," he said as he dropped to his knees. He took my knob into his mouth and licked it. He was really interested in my piss slit.
He looked up and said, "You may not know this but you are already ripe. Your sex juices have started to flow. You are going to have a really good time here." He went back to sucking. I hadn't thought Sean was my type. A little later Noel called to him and said he was needed. He went to Noel.
A few minutes later I connected with Tom. He owned a big roofing company, and had just been through a bad divorce. His wife had left town with her high school sweetheart who had just inherited a bundle from his grandparents. I knew his kids and wife from the pool. She never looked at the help. I sometimes saw Tom at the pool after seven in the evening. Tom was just a nice guy who built up a company by hard work.
Tom was solid, muscular, and graceless. There was no career in ballet waiting for him. Tom's cock looked like it was thicker than it was long. His balls could win a prize at the State Fair.
"It's my first time here. I'm not sure I know the rules. Being naked in public is new to me," he said. "You're new new too?"
"I'm uneasy being naked too," I said. "I did discover one odd thing. When I'm sucking a cock, I am less nervous."
Tom looked at me oddly and then laughed. "Is that an offer to suck me?"
I told him it was. I dropped to my knees and sucked him. As soon as I sucked him I tasted precum. He had a thick, meaty, five-inch plus cock. His piss slit must have been almost a half inch long so I could get my tongue deep into his cum shaft. I felt emotionally close to him as I tasted his sweet pre orgasm fluids. I wondered what his cum would taste like.
A few minutes later my cock head nudged into Tom's ass. I suddenly realized Sean's well lubricated cock was touching my ass. I popped through Tom's sphincter as Sean's cock head pushed into my ass. It briefly was confusing for all three of us. It was way more pleasurable than it was confusing. The confusion diminished as the pleasure grew. Five or ten minutes later I definitely knew I was fucking Tom as Sean fucked me.
Tom was not the delicate type. I had obviously enjoyed it when I feasted on his precum. He later told me that his wife used his cock to make children. That was business, not pleasure. He was excited be with someone who wanted to have sex with him. That it was with a horny man was incidental for him.
If Tom's ass had not been so pleasurable for me, I would have focused on Sean's penetration of my ass. I now know that Sean made a direct hit on my prostate. I was the filling of a fuck sandwich. I was in a sexual haze.
This episode had an odd impact on the men in the group. It was obvious to all that we were on sexual automatic pilot. You didn't need x-ray vision to know what was going on with erect cocks in assholes stretch wide open. They knew when cum began to flow into Tom's welcoming ass. I didn't realized that I shivered each time I ejaculated. Sean cried, "Thank you Jesus!" every time he spurted.
While I was the youngest man there, I was obviously 100% gay. I had immediately become a full member of the group. When Tom, Sean and I broke apart, sperm drooled from Sean and my ass. Suddenly, Bill's tongue was licking my asshole.
"Stay still, I want to taste it," he said.
After he finished harvesting Sean's cum from my asshole, Bill asked if I was okay. I told him I had never been better. Noel came over to us and Bill formally introduced me to him. Noel was average height, with mixture of blond and white hair. He was a bit scrawny and obviously didn't work out. I had seen him on local TV news programs, so I knew of him.
"I have never seen anything so hot in any porn," Noel said. "It made the raunchiest porn look like a Sunday School picnic."
"I thought the nudity was tastefully handled," Bill said. Everyone was briefly silent, the burst into hysterical laughter.
When things calmed down, Bill came to me. "I have just experience the best sex I have ever experienced. Are you okay?" he asked.
"Whatever happened was great," I said. "I would love to do it again, but I'm not sure I know what happened."
"I wouldn't worry about that," Noel said. "Don't spend time figuring what happened, just remember what you felt."
We has some post orgasm sucking and fondling, but the orgasms had pretty much drained us. There wasn't enough spunk left in our balls to inspire additional fornication.
I was back at the pool the next day. Several days later, Tom's children reappeared. His ex wife had a honeymoon, and the kids were not invited. I saw Tom and the kids at the pool.
I was off to college a week later, and the academic life of a full scholarship student at MIT was demanding. The worst thing about that was that I loved it. It was demanding, but I discovered that I had been operating at half speed in High School. I loved the demands of the school.
I went home for Christmas break. Christmas day was good, but my mother's father had a heart attack two days after Christmas. Mom's mother was in early stage dementia, so mom and dad had to go there. I had papers to do, so I stayed home and they went to sort things out. My grandfather was a strong dominant man. He was not supposed to have a major heart attack, so mom and dad had to find a nursing home for them.
I ran into Bill and he was sympathetic. He had been through a similar situation with his parents so he knew the problems. When my parents left he called me and said he was having a New Year's party I might enjoy. I told him I should probably work on my school work.
He told me that was a bad idea. I needed to relax and have some fun. "All work and no play is a bad policy. You need a break to relax and refresh your mind," he said. "I have some new playmates."
"Would I like them?" I asked.
"Let's just say you would like some parts of them a lot." He replied.
"I'm not sure about that," I said.
"Harry, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I am almost positive you are lying about that," Bill said.
"You may well be right about that," I said. "The party is on New Year's Eve?" I asked.
"It's a sleepover," he said.
I talked with my dad early on New Years Eve. While my Grandfather was doing a little better, my Grandmother was lost. She had no idea what was going on. Mom was with Grandpa and he was with Grandma. She didn't know who he was but he was male and she thought he might be her father. She would do what he told her to do. I said I would go to the fireworks at midnight event. Dad was going to meet with my grandparents' banker and financial advisor on the second and was getting prepared.
I went to Bill's house at 8:00 that night. In the winter the leaves were off the trees and he said you could see the fireworks from the front porch. Tom and Sean were helping Bill with the refreshments. They were glad to see me. An older man named Ambrose came with a much younger man named Paul a little later. He knew Sean and I recalled the priest at the largest Catholic church in town was Fr. Ambrose. I wondered if Paul was a young priest.
At nine, a guy called Roger came. He was the older news reporter at the local TV station. He also did the early morning weather broadcast and sat in for anyone who was on vacation. He came with a man who I assumed was his partner, Louis. He ran an advertising agency.
I was surprised when the retired coach for my high school football team, Mr. Thomas came with Tyrone Williams, the coach of our schools main rival. Tyrone was a Black man. One more guest arrived, Ram Singh. He was a new surgeon at the hospital. He was tall, bearded and wore a turban.
I was the youngest man there although Paul was maybe ten years older than me. I found out later that Ram was fifteen years older than me. A doctor from India had been surprise to the locals, but it was soon clear that he was gifted.
Bill gave a little welcoming speech. "Somehow over the last few years I have connected with several men who share common sexual interests. I thought it would be nice to get all my friends together to meet each other. A few of you might have guessed that while I have friends, all are friends with benefits. Some of you may have suspected that the benefits often occur before the friendship."
"You may not know everyone here, but we all share an interest in the benefits and the friendship," he added. Several of the men laughed. "All of you have visited this house, sucked and fucked like madmen and become friends. I that that is an ideal way to ring in the new year. I suggest that we all get naked, get hard and let nature take it's course," he said as he stripped.
Bill was a leader of men, but he also knew his audience. Everyone was nude five minutes later.
Ambrose and Paul came over to me. "You are Harry Cary?" Ambrose asked.
"Yes," I replied. "Guilty as Charged. My parents are normal good people. I am not sure I would have picked Harry Cary as a name."
Coach Thomas overheard the conversation. "Harry was known as the "smart one" at school. He is a nice guy. I was surprised to find him here. I had no idea he shared my sexual interests. I also had no clue that he was well hung."
"You didn't run into him in the school showers?" Ambrose asked.
"Gang showers were off limits to me. Actually, lust full looks were a no-no," he said. "A lot of guys may have dreamed of sex with the coach, but you can screw up their lives and your own life if you give into temptation. For your information, Bill's parties feature surrendering to temptation as the main event."
"That seems so superficial," Paul said.
"Slurping up a guys load, or depositing your sperm in a guy's ass is never superficial. I go real deep!" Coach said.
"I've never taken a cock up my ass," Paul said. "I'm waiting for the right man."
"Your first fuck by Mr. Right can be a problem," Coach said. "Mr. Right Now can open you up and if it's not good, it is okay. There is no way for Mr Right to know." Our little group broke up. Ambrose went with Coach, and Paul stayed with me.
I fondled his cock. He got hard immediately. "I'm sorry about that," Paul said.
"We all have the same equipment and it tends to respond the same way," I said.
He reached out and touched mine. "It's big," he said in a near whisper.
"Is that a problem?" I asked. By then his cock was fully erect and the foreskin had pulled back. There was a bead of precum on his piss slit.
"I think it should be, but that is not what I am feeling," he said.
"If I told you to go with your feelings, I think you will enjoy the results," I said. Has anyone taken your load before?"
"When I was a teen," he said.
I smiled. "You still remember it, don't you?" he nodded.
"Would you like to feel that again?" I asked.
"I've been thinking abut it," Paul said. He leaned close to me and whispered, "I've been wondering what it would be like being in a guy's ass."
"I have a feeling you will know the answer of that question in a few minutes," I said.
"I'm afraid I might shoot off in you," he said.
"Your cock knows exactly what to do. It will do what needs to be done," I said. Bill was the perfect host and there were tubes of lubricant near by. Paul was fully erect, I coated his cock with lube and got him to lie in his back.
I straddled him and sat on his erect tool. I knew that his unsheathed cock he never encountered a slippery, warm ass before. I slowed when he was at my sphincter. It popped through and rammed my prostate.
Paul's cock twitched. I was pretty sure the had a single ejaculation. We rested and after several seconds I began to bounce again. Maybe two or three minutes later he lost control and he filled my ass with the contents of his ass.
He had a beautiful, extended orgasm consisting or multiple ejaculations deep in my ass. Paul was asleep as I got off of his cock.
Apparently, Ambrose had been watching Paul as he climaxed. "Are you okay?" he asked me. "Was he ejaculating as much as it seemed?" he asked.
"I think he has drained his balls," I said. "It was good for me. I think he enjoyed it."
I guessed Ambrose was about sixty, and was in good condition. He was pale, and his chest was covered in white hair. "Paul is very up tight and he needs to relax. In some ways he is too intense for my parishioners. He and they are too up tight." Ambrose said.
"Are you up tight?" I asked.
"I have a little confession to make," Ambrose replied. "I found myself wishing I could take Paul's place in your ass. Forgive me for saying that. It is possible?"
"Do you want my ass or to feel Paul's sperm in my ass?" I asked.
He didn't answer that, and then he asked if I liked it doggy style. I got on my hands and knees. Seconds later his man tool was deep in my ass. He bent over and asked, "Will you forgive me for using your ass for my pleasure?"
"I'm sorry. I would be much more likely to give you a medal," I replied.
"It's beautiful," he said. "I want to take my time, but I want to seed you. Is that possible?"
"It's probably inevitable," I said.