Hometown Fun 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
Rollo was an in shape physical therapist at the hospital. He was fifty, and a member of the Rescue Squad that came to the pool. He came over to me.
"I need to warn you. You are new meat here, and everyone wants to suck or fuck you," he said. "They are all nice guys, but don't be afraid to say no. None of us are a dream boat anymore. They don't expect to get lucky. Maybe lightning will strike, but no one is going to go home in tears if you say no."
"Are you one of the men hoping lighting will strike?" I asked.
Rollo laughed, and said, "Of course I am! If you look in the corner to the left, you will see a half man-half gorilla. That's my partner Dusty. He's a brick mason. When the party is over, we will fuck like rabbits. Doing you would be frosting on the cake, but the cake is damn good."
Dusty noticed we were talking and came over to us.
"Miller is the famous Lifeguard who saved the kids at the pool. I was warning him to watch out for sex crazed gorillas," Rollo said.
Dusty and I shook hands. "Don't worry, I don't get sex crazed until the sun sets. Now Rollo is always in heat. If you do him, it may be difficult to get you cock up is ass. His ass is so well used it's callused." We laughed and Rollo went off to talk to another man.
"I worked on an addition to the house of the asshole mother who caused the ruckus. She's a piece of work," Dusty said. "Nothing was right from the time we got on the job to the day we finished."
"They kicked her out of the club," I said. "No one was crying as she left."
"Her husband was nice. I fucked him a few times. He wanted me to shoot in him, so there wasn't any evidence. I'm mostly a top, but I let him fuck me once. I thought it would be nice for him to know what it's like to fuck a friendly hole. His wife didn't have one."
A man named Stewart joined us. "Are you planning your next conquest?" he asked Dusty.
"You know I only fuck volunteers," Dusty replied.
"If Dusty is Godzilla, I am little Miss Muffet," Stewart said. "I am Stewart of Stewart's Coiffeurs, the most expensive salon in town. Dusty is all muscle and brawn. I have only one muscle, my sphincter. it puts up a brave fight before it surrenders and takes every inch of whatever battering ram is destined to fill my ass."
Davie joined us. "Stewart is not a superficial as he seems, only because it is impossible for a human being to be that superficial!" he said.
"I love you too!" Stewart said as they laughed.
"I have an official objective now," Davie said. "Lunch is ready!" he bellowed. He led the way to the dining room where the buffet was arranged. No one pretended to be uninterested in food.
My family food was the traditional meat, potatoes, and a vegetable. The brunch food looked fancy and tasted even better. It was good and I took my plate to the rec room. I sat down and three men joined me. Barney, Gene, who worked the hospital and Lou, who was the assistant librarian.
Gene concentrated on eating, and he was border line fat. Lou was tall, thin, and looked like a naked Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz. Unruly, blond hair substituted for straw. We talked and I told him about college. He was an alumnus and his roommate had been a pre-med student. The professors were new, but their attitudes had not changed. Gene and Lou had finished eating, and Gene was trying to coax desert from Barney's balls.
"I hope someone told you that things are free and easy here," Lou said.
I said I knew that. Watching two men go at it inspired my cock and did the same to Lou's cock.
"My partner is at his parents for Christmas. We are strictly monogamous except when he is away. He had old friends at home that he reconnects with," Lou said. "I am free until he returns the day after New Year's."
"You are on the hunt?" I asked.
"Officially I am looking for the third man in a threesome," he said. "I'm just hoping to get lucky."
His cock was unimpressive, but as he got harder, it became more attractive. I leaned over and licked his cock head. My tongue immediately tasted precum. Nature took its course.
Lou's partner was an assistant wrestling coach at a college located fifty miles away. Lou was his only sexual friend. His partner had bad experienced when he was the smallest man on the team. He was all man and all top now. Lou said he was kind and gentle, but uptight.
I sucked him. Lou could win a medal for precum production. He sucked me. We sixty-nined. He fucked me. His long, thin cock was intensely pleasurable. I was embarrassed that we had an audience. Oddly, I got brownie points for taking his cock. Then men all knew of Lou's partner, and they were pleased to see him loosing it in my ass.
The party lasted into the late afternoon. Davie was the last man to fuck me. His huge cock slid into me lake a hot knife through butter. His climax set off mine. he was shooting off in my as I was shooting into the air. We rested as our cocks drooled the last remaining sperm.
"Miller, I have to make a confession to you," Davie said. "I selected the men who fucked you except for Lou. They were the men I thought you would enjoy the most. They just happened to shoot the sperm that turns me on the most. Plowing through it was a real turn on for me."
"You planned it?" I said.
"I'm a surgeon," he said. "I try to plan everything."
"Did Lou screw your plan up?" I asked.
"No, I plan for any eventuality I might encounter," he said. "Did you watch his face as he ejaculated into you?"
"I was preoccupied," I said.
"It was beautiful. I wanted to feel the way he did as he shot off in you," he said. "Are you mad at me?"
"I felt you squirting. That was beautiful too," I said.
I went home and worked on my papers. My parents were home around noon. Things worked out as well as the could at the funeral. I was on the way back to college two days after New Year's Day. My papers were well received and one of my professors actually told me they "showed promise." That was his equivalent of the Nobel Prize for Medicine.
I shared an apartment with Marty since he was pre-med too. We were both busy, but we did have "stress reduction" sessions that became increasingly pleasurable.
I had a fellowship for the next year. It was to be a bottle washer for the professors' research. It meant you got to know the professors and their research, so it was desirable. I was to work as a lifeguard for the last time. The fellowship was for an entire year.
My grandparents had died two years earlier. They had a messed up will. It had finally been settled and my parents now owned a summer cottage twenty miles out of town. They loved the cottage, so they moved there. I had the house to myself. Barney lived a few houses away, so I had the potential for sex.
I biked to the pool. It was five miles away which is nothing for me. Lifeguards tend to sit a lot, so I got in better shape. There was no drama at the pool and there were no troublemakers. There were regular contributions of cookies by mothers and sometimes by the kids. I was no longer the Pool Nazi.
Barney and Davie had a lot of friends. When I showered at the end of my shift other men were using the showers. Many of them were attentive to their genital and anal hygiene. I didn't want this to become a thing, but that wasn't a problem. The men were more worried about that than I. Their cocks got a little hard but were not obvious.
I noticed if there was a forecast for rain or thunderstorms the men were always willing to give me a ride home.
One day when I finished showering, I could hear thunder. Mr. Willis had been in the shower room. He was nearing his mid-forties and was a real estate agent for his father's firm. His father was nearing eighty-years-old and seemed to have no intention of retiring. He offered me a ride home.
He had a bike rack on the back of his SUV. I strapped my bike on and we were on our way. We didn't get far. The thunderstorm had turned violent, and a tree fell over the street.
"I think it might be better if we wait for the storm to pass. I can barely see," he said. That wasn't a problem for me.
"Dr. Jones told me you impressed him with your quick reaction at the pool last year," Mr. Willis said.
"I was just reacting, not thinking. It was lucky Dr. Jones was there," I said.
"I used to see him quite a bit before I got married," Willis said. "He was a lot of fun. My wife divorced me. She liked my father's firm more than she like me. Dr. Jones told me that you and I like the same things. Is there any chance you might like to mess around some?"
"I don't know you well," I said, "but in the shower there was one part of you that caught my eye!"
The storm abated some, so he drove me home and came in to wait for the rain to stop long enough for me to get the bike off his car without getting soaked. We went upstairs to get towels to dry off.
Of course, I had seen him naked in the shower. He was an average guy in better shape than many. He had some chest hair and a golfer's tan. He had a bronzed arms and face but was pink everywhere else. I had seen him semi-erect.
"What do you want to do?" I asked.
"I guess I want the usual," he said. He paused. "It was mostly oral, but I liked fucking when I was younger. I couldn't get Doc Jones' cock in my ass. It was too big. He told me yours would fit. I've fucked a few guys a long time ago." He paused. "I've never shot off in a guy's mouth or ass. I have three kids. My ex only took my cream when she wanted a kid. No one has ever cum in me. I hoped Doc would be the one. I did taste his precum. It was lovely."
I was next to him and was fondling his balls and cock. "This could be your lucky day, Mr. Willis," I said.
"When I'm naked guys call me Billy Boy," he said. Billy Boy was nervous and uptight. His cock was ready to party. I sucked him and he sucked me. He lost it and I took his load in my mouth. He shot a big load, but he stayed hard. Twenty minutes later I sat on his cock. I felt like I was a jockey riding a thoroughbred up to heaven. As we reached the pearly gates he started ejaculating.
A half hour later, he was on his back and my cock was exploring the deepest recesses on his ass. it was beautiful. Billy-Boy didn't know he was a greedy bottom. He loved it. he later told me that he didn't know anything could feel so good until I began shooting off in him.
"It was strange, but I felt more masculine when you were breeding me," he said.
"Well, you had two cocks. One was in your ass and getting ready to pop. The other was between your legs!" I said. he went home a happy man.
The club was closed the next day since there was a lot of tree damage. The pool was a mess. I was called in the clean it up. I biked over. Ralph, the head maintenance man was there with his crew of six. No one else was there including the Club Manager. I didn't know him well, but I had suspected he was lazy. He was good at delegating tasks.
Ralph was glad to see me since his crew had nothing to do with the pool. it was a mess. The electricity had gone our and the filtering system was off. that was a relief. The pool was covered in leaves twigs and miscellaneous things like paper napkins. If they were sucked into the filter, it would have been a major problem.
I began moving the stuff floating on the top. that turned out to be easier that I thought. The debris was still fresh and wasn't waterlogged. It took about two hours to clean it off the top. I loaded it into a wheelbarrow and carted it off. some debris had fallen to the bottom, and I got that up. There had been five inches of rain, so I had to drain part of the pool, and then get the filtration system working with the pool chemicals.
By two in the afternoon the pool was on the way to being usable. When I finished that I went to help the grounds crew. My mother was an avid gardener. I had helped her prune trees and shrubs. Mom knew the right way to prune each.
The guys had taken out the damaged parts of the trees and bushes. I pruned them to look respectable. I worked until seven, so the place looked good. The Club Manager often berated Ralph and the crew for "butchering" the plants. The guys loved they way it looked.
The crew had gone home. Ralph and I were filthy. Ralph had a brand-new car. I said I needed a shower. Ralph had the key to the locker rooms. We went to shower. Ralph locked the door behind us, since you could hear the door opening from the showers.
I am a swimmer and I have a swimmer's body. Ralph was a belly flop sort of man. He was beefy, solid, and shaped like a brick, a muscular brick. He was a lead by example guy, so he worked with his crew.
"You have a nice one there," he remarked. As I had been thinking about him my cock seemed to have been as impressed by Ralph as I was.
"Sorry about that," I said.
"There's nothing to be sorry about," Ralph said. "We're all guys here. If I had what you have, I would show it off too."
I smiled. "There is nothing wrong with your beer can," I said.
"My ex-wife thought it was too thick," he said.
"She should have sampled it before you got married," I said.
He snorted. "She did. We got married and she had an eight-pound preemie five months later," he said. "I was a sucker."
"Well, you did the right thing for the wrong woman," I said.
He stroked his cock, and I did the same. "Your balls are huge, are they full?" I asked.
"They sure are," he said.
"I wouldn't mine helping you to lighten them," I said.
"That would make too much mess," he said. Ralph was uncut, but the skin had pull back enough to see the tip of his cock head and a bead of precum.
"I know of a way to make sure not a drop hits the floor," I said as I dropped to my knees and sucked his knob into my mouth.
"Damn, that good," he moaned. "It's been a long time. You don't need to do that. I have a hair trigger."
"That's not a problem," I said as I tried to deep throat him. A few minutes later he flooded my mouth with his semen. It was good for me, but great for him.
We finished showering dresses and he drove me home with my bike in the back of his truck. My house was dark, I told him my parents were at the cottage for the summer and asked if he would like to come in for a beer. He said that would be nice. He carried my bike in with one hand.
Inside I asked him if he wanted a beer of if he wanted to mess around some. He said that some messing around sounded good. We went to my bedroom. Ralph was shy and a bit timid. He told me he was used to quickies. Being in a private place was new to him. He could relax and take his time. He didn't need to shoot off as fast as he could before someone interrupted him. He adjusted to the new situation quickly. I sucked him. His cock was larger and more impressive in my mouth than it looked.
Ralph's cock was uncut. I peeled back his thick foreskin, and his cock head was delicate. It twitched and oozed with every movement of my tongue. I hadn't realized there was a huge difference between a quicky blow job in the shower, a tender sexual exploration of a man's genitals.
We went from being naked, as in wearing no clothes, to total nudity. I noticed every twitch and drip from his cock. I knew what he was feeling and what he wanted. Ralph was an open book.
I also knew that soon his cock would be exploring my ass. I knew he would be gentle, but as the excitement grew, he would do what he had too go. I wondered if I would feel his twitching cock and his spurting sperm as he ejaculated.
He was gentle and easy going. His orgasm was incredible. It felt like he shot a quart of sperm into me. I felt every ejaculation. I tried to spread my legs wider. He pushed deeper.
"Damn that beautiful!" he cried.
When he stopped, he moaned, "I've never felt anything like this. My cock belongs in your ass. Are you okay?"
"How many times can you shoot off in a night?" I asked.
"I don't know, but we can try for a record," he said. "Would you like that?" he nudges his knob into my hole.
It stopped raining by eleven o'clock. By that time Ralph had shot off in me three times. Each orgasm had been better than the previous one. He went home and I slept soundly.