Home Town Fun 3 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
I returned to college in late August and had a busy and good year. The year ended with the science laboratory burning. The lab was an older building and was to be replaced by a new building in two or three years. An electrical problem in the basement caused an explosion in the late afternoon. The building was fully occupied by classes. The explosion did not kill anyone, but it was violent enough to send everyone racing out of the building's doors or by jumping out of widows. The fire was hard to fight due to the chemical and gas explosions.
Calling the building a total loss was an understatement. Everyone got out of the building safely, but no one had been able to safely store chemicals or turn off open gas flames of experiments that were underway. My summer job at the university vanished as the building burned.
I went home for another summer at the pool. The Golf Club was in turmoil. I thought the manager was lazy and did little. I was wrong. He was actually busy embezzling money from the club. Several board members had looked the other way and had not realized the extent of the problem. The club had both a financial problem and public relations problem. There was a new acting manager. The grounds crew and the pool operation were untouched by the problems unlike the Golf Pro, who was involved.
A mention in a newsletter titled "Hero Lifeguard returns to pool," was reassuring. The new acting director was sponsored by Dr. Jones, who was elected to the board. While Dr. Jones was respected as a physician, he was also known for not suffering fools. At the hospital you either did your job well or you didn't work there anymore.
The club hired a retired restaurant owner to run the dining room and snack bars. The new manager re-opened the staff lockers and shower facilities. These had been closed several years earlier for no apparent reason. The lockers had been used to hold stolen items until they could be picked up by the manager's accomplices.
Re-opening the lockers was good for the staff. If there was any spilled food, there had been nowhere for the wait and kitchen staff to change other than a space behind the freezer. The women's lockers were near the kitchen. The men's locker area was in the pool building. I had wondered what the locked door at the rear went to.
I was the only male lifeguard, so it was convenient for me and the grounds crew. Ralph hired the crew, and he was good about hiring men who shared his interests. One man was married to difficult woman. Two of the men had a drinking problem that Ralph solved. Ralph had once had the same problem. He was understanding but firm.
The pool closed at eight. I was the pool manager, so I cleaned it up and put things away. Ralph stayed late and he often had one or two of his men with him. That was over time and was much appreciated. Two of the men lived in a boarding house where they shared a shower with the other residents. They appreciated the locker room showers. We added a gardener to the crew, Liz.
Because of scheduling the locker room was never crowded. The grounds crew worked form seven to three to avoid the heat of the day the kitchen staff began food prep at 10:00, and the wait staff began work at 11:00. I arrived at the pool at eight to get ready for the morning swimming classes. I was there until eight in the evening to close the pool.
I was going to get an assistant manger in two weeks, but it was a demanding schedule for the break in period. Most off the pool staff were women except for a retired swimming coach Wilbert "Rusty" Dennis. He came to town to help his elderly mother. He had been at a college on the other side of the state and knew few people.
I was a little bit worried he would have a problem with me, since he was an experienced coach, I was a college student. Rusty's mother was hell on wheels. He wanted a rest. His mother had no problems when he went off to the pool. That was his job, and she knew that.
Rusty was fifty-nine, had full retirement, and was in good shape. He had never married, but had champion teams, so no one cared. He was in charge of our swim teams. He was energetic, cheerful, and supportive of his team. We had no Olympic class swimmers, but the teams; a kid's team and a high school age team were fun.
Rusty made friends with Ralph when he had his teams help with a clean-up after a storm. They picked-up the small branches and leaves while the Ralph's crew took care of a lightening struck tree. Rusty and Ralph got along well.
A week later, Ralph told me that Rusty was a member of the club and he liked me a lot. I told Ralph I hadn't noticed.
"He was a coach for thirty years. If he ever made a pass at one of his team members, he could be ruined, not to mention jailed. Rusty is a good guy. He's also well equipped." Ralph said.
The next time I saw Rusty, I told him that Ralph appreciated the help after the storm. "Ralph is a diamond in the rough we got along well at work. We get along well at a personal level too," I said, adding, "really well." Rusty looked me in the eye.
"He's a lot older than you," he said.
"Ralph doesn't have a handsome body, but everything is in working order," I said. "Experienced but not rusty."
We talked a while. He knew my parents were at the cottage and I was by myself.
"Are you lonely?" he asked.
"No, but I like company," I said, "Drop ins are not a problem. It's nice to have a beer and chat."
He said he might drop by some time. I asked if that evening was good for him. He nodded. Rusty put his mother to bed at eight. I told him I was home by 8:30.
He knocked on my door at 8:45. He was nervous. We went to the kitchen-family room and had a beer. He asked if I was lonely in a big empty house.
I thought it might be strange to be a sexually experienced 21-year-old guy with an inexperienced man almost three times his age.
"To tell you the truth, it is so nice to be in a quiet place. The kids are so loud, it is a relief." I said. "They are having a good time, so I don't want to ruin there fun, but my ears need a rest."
"I understand. My mother is a whiner. She used to whine at my dad. She has Alzheimer's. I tried putting her in a home, but she was too disruptive. She thought I'm my father," he said.
"Did he have red hair?" I asked.
"He was called Red. We were called Red and Rusty," he said. "You avoided the nick name problem?" he asked.
"I was just an ordinary guy with no outstanding features," I said.
"Ralph likes you," he said. "You are helpful and friendly."
"Did Ralph mention we are sexually compatible?" I said.
"Not in so many words. I had the impression you got along well, really well," he said.
"We are friends and have a lot of fun," I said, "It's intimate fun. It gets intensely pleasurable, but once we've traded the special sauce, we're still just friends."
"You trade the sauce?" he asked.
"Why go to a firework's show and leave before the grand finale?" I said.
"That is intimate," Rusty said. "I've never taken cum."
I began to unbutton my shirt.
Rusty looked around and saw the drapes were drawn. "It's okay to do it here?" he asked. "Your parents won't come home?"
"I call them every evening when I get home. They are settling into a game of bridge with the neighbors," I said. By then Rusty had his shirt off.
"Can you take it slow?" he asked. "It has been a while." We were both naked and all was well.
I thought it would be odd to be an experienced man with an inexperienced man almost forty years older, but it was fine. I am aggressive and as soon as my lips wrapped around his cock head, and all was well. his cock was responsive, and he wanted sex more than he realized. He had been suppressing his sexual urges for decades.
Rusty was a gay swimming coach who had never made a false step with his team members. He later told me that he suspected there had been some who wanted to have sex with him, but he never allowed that to happen. "Unfilled desires are vastly superior to sexual nightmares," he said. "A false step could ruin his life and mine."
He was handsome and in great shape. He was even better looking naked. His uncut cock was meaty, and his foreskin had pulled back to partially expose his lavender knob. His sex juices began to flow as soon as he was hard. They were sweet and generous. I sensed that he would like to be the strong, silent type. Cocks can't lie. He was into it big time.
We shifted so he could suck me. "Are you okay?" I asked.
"It's not what I expected," he said, "I hadn't dreamed it could be this good."
I sucked him for a while, and he got up the nerve to suck me. The heavens did not break open and stick him down with lightening bolts. Five minutes later he deep throated me. Five minutes later he shot off and I took his load. He crashed. Rusty was one of the men who lost all interest in sex after an orgasm.
"I'm sorry, I have to go," he said as he dressed and got ready to leave.
"Could we maybe do this again?" he asked. I told him he was welcome to visit any time.
A heat wave hit the next week so every mother with children were at the pool. We had forty minutes of kid's pool time and twenty minutes of adult swimming. That worked well so the kids had a rest period. That gave the lifeguards a break.
My assistant manager arrived, Susan. She was about my age, pretty and firm. She had younger siblings and was well aware of the trouble kids can get into. After a week I was comfortable with her. She had a little problem with teen aged boys who thought she was just a girl. She solved that problem effortlessly and didn't actually castrate any of them.
A couple of parents complained, but since everyone had a cell phone, there was photographic evidence. Several tried the boys-will-be-boys' line. She told them while that was true, there would be no dead boys floating face down in the pool on her watch.
I no longer needed to put in twelve-hour workdays. I opened the pool in the morning and was there until twelve, had the afternoon off and returned at four until closing up the pool at eight. Ralph told me that Rusty enjoyed our get together and asked if he might join us. He had a guy, Tommy, who he was training to be his replacement. Tommy was in charge on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, so Ralph had the afternoon off. I told him my connection with Rusty terminated unexpectedly.
"Rusty got too excited too fast," Ralph explained. "You turned him on too much. He lost control. With me it's just sex for him. He likes sex with me, but I don't turn him on. He been dreaming about a guy like you for years."
Rusty and Ralph came by at one-thirty on Thursday. Rusty was more relaxed. Ralph was always ready for some fun. Eventually Rusty and I sixty-nined, as Ralph fucked me. Ralph shot off in my ass and then suggested that Rusty fuck me. Ralph said there was room for more sperm in my ass.
Rusty slipped his cock into my well used ass and loved it. Ralph took over the sucking duty at my cock. When Rusty popped, I shot off and Ralph took my load. Rusty could feel me ejaculating. Rusty was unsure of himself and was afraid he was hurting me. He and I ejaculated in tandem. I tightened my sphincter to milk the last drips of sperm from my ass.
We had a stormy summer. Days were hot and humid and culminated in violent storms at dusk. The storms would clear up at dawn. Ralph's crew would clear up the debris in the morning. Ralph's sister died and he was gone for a week. Tommy was in charge of the crew while Ralph was away. Tommy was five-six, muscular and bald. Ralph taught him that you lead by example. A small stream though the club flooded and damaged a foot bridge. Tommy had been a carpenter and he repaired the bridge.
Ralph told me that Tommy was lots of fun. When Ralph said a man was a fun guy, that meant he was gay and a sucker. I ran into Tommy in the showers. He was showering, and I was in the swimmer's changing room clearing a blocked toilet. I had it cleared and flushed the toilet which had an explosive reaction. I was covered in piss. I went to the employee's shower and ran into Tommy as he came out to the shower.
He had to shower again. I had a dis-infecting soap that worked. Let's just say, we liked what we saw.
"Ralph told me you are a good guy," he said as we dried off. "Are you a couple?"
I smiled. "I think it would be best to say we are recreational outlets. I was an outlet and sometimes an inlet."
"Is there any chance you would be interested in some recreation after work?" he asked. I told him there was a good chance, and he said he would drop by my house after work.
Tommy came by my house. We had a soft drink and talked. Before he got the job at the club, Tommy had been closeted and had widely spaced blow jobs. He had a drinking problem, and Ralph gave him a job after he was beaten up in an alley.
"I was a mess. Ralph gave me a chance and I took it. I didn't know that a guy could be macho and gay," he explained. "He told me I would like you."
Ten minutes later we were naked in my bedroom. He was uneasy but the unease vanished as my tongue peeled back his foreskin and licked his tender knob. It was clear that his cock wasn't uneasy at all. Like most men, his mind followed his cock's lead.
While Tommy may not have been experienced, once we were naked, he was enthusiastic and willing. He liked to suck and be sucked. We were making progress when the phone rang. It was Davie Jones who asked if I could come over to his house. I told him I had company and asked if he would join us. that was fine for him.
Davie didn't know Tommy, but he had seen him around. Tommy knew of Dr. Jones but had never met him. When Tommy saw Davie's equipment, that was all Tommy needed to make friends. Tommy didn't realize he was a size queen. Davie's horse cock was a dream come true. Davie recognized the symptoms of a needy size queen. He rarely had a chance to deflower a virgin, but he knew how to do it.
They got along exceptionally well. Tommy needed a father figure. Davie was more comfortable with a younger man, but I was too young. If anyone saw me with a man as old as Davie, there would be talk. Tommy was older than me but not old. All three of us were sexually compatible.
Tommy was on a chair as I sucked him. Since I was on my knees, my ass was exposed and open.
"Miller and I are pals," Davie said. "Would you mind if I poked my cock in his ass, Tommy?"
"Will it fit?" Tommy asked. That wasn't a yes, but it definitely wasn't a no.
"Oh yes. Miller is a good sport and most accommodating," Davie said. "I've seen it in videos," Tommy said. "Guys seem to like it."
"My cock is big. It scares some guys, other men discover there is an itch in a hard-to-reach place," Davie said, "I can help them out. Sometimes it is a persistent itch, and a sperm bath is the only thing that works." By then, Davie's knob was in my ass resting against my sphincter.
"Are you going to go deep?" Tommy asked.
"This is private information, but Miller loves it deep, and I like to go deep," Davie said. He made a hard thrust and popped past my sphincter. I moaned.
"Miller, would you like to take Tommy's cock?" Davie asked.
"That would be fine," I said. "I like a little variety."
"Tommy, I'm afraid I forgot to ask if you wanted to fuck Miller. Are you interested?" Davie asked. Tommy got up and Davie pulled out and then rolled me on my back.
"Coat you cock in lube," Davie instructed Tommy. "I probably had enough lube on my cock to work, but no one has ever made a mistake by have too much lube."
Tommy lubricated his cock and nudged it into my ass.
"Take it slow at first. Explore the ass as you push in," Davie said.
"What if I shoot off?" Tommy asked.
"That's why we are here. Miller likes his ass filled with man seed," Davie said. "I should put my cards on the table. I am hoping to get into your ass sometime. It won't be today, but you should know my intentions are completely dishonorable."
"Do I have to take your cock?" Tommy asked.
"Of course not," Davie replied. "That is up to you. I saw your face when you saw my cock for the first time. I'm sure you want it. Don't worry. It's not on the calendar yet."
"It's so warm and tight," Tommy moaned as his cock pushed deeper into me. I squeezed my sphincter and Tommy moaned again. He began to pulse his cock and a few minutes later, he flooded my ass with sperm.