By Bald Hairy Man. Contact me at bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com. This story is all fantasy, all gay and mostly bear. If you don't like that, Don't read it!
Linemen Part 1
The Wigwam Motel wasn't the fanciest motel in Richmond, but it was better than you might think. It was outside of town on a main artery bypassed by the interstates. Built in 1948, the owners had kept it up well and had actually modernized it. The Wigwam had almost achieved a cult status for some Richmonders.
The main buildings were tee-pee shaped with some regular guest cottages interspersed among the tent like structures. It originally sat on a wide lawn facing the highway. As trees had grown up it vanished into the woods, with a large, neon tee-pee and cactus encrusted sign being the only marker on the street. There were rumors it was going to be placed on the National Register, as a good example of mid-20th century road architecture.
The original owners had died fifteen years earlier and the place was run by their son Randy. He was a nice guy. His parents died wondering why he had never found the right woman. I had a good clue. I was the older brother of his lover.
Sean, my bother, and Randy had been hooked up for twenty years. If gay guys could get married, they'd have been married. Six years before, I had been in a bad car accident and after I got out of the hospital needed a job that wasn't to demanding. I became the night clerk for the Wigwam and ended up liking it.
Sean was handsome to the point of being pretty; he took after my mother. I took after my father. I'm big and burly. Sean is a bit effeminate, very well dressed and is a hairdresser. I was a construction worker until the accident. Sean is also a great guy and a good friend. Randy always said about me, "Fred isn't gay, he just likes cock a lot." That was true. I like the company of men and I sure like sex with men, but Randy says, "Fred is the straightest cock sucker I know."
As our original clientele of travelers heading to or from Florida died off, gay men filled in the gap. The campy architecture and good attitude of our staff added to the attraction. The big restaurant became a party room. The pool to its rear was completely screened from view by an impressive screen of Virginia Cedars, so it became a nude pool and with the old restaurant became a social center. We added some exercise equipment and called it a health club. We had a little kitchen for breakfast, but any real parties were catered. With a gay clientele, catering was no problem.
Like everyone else in Richmond, we had good warning about the hurricane. We knew it was coming and had time to prepare. Randy and Sean were great about maintenance. The place was in great shape and Sean was a compulsive pruner. Every tree was in good shape and heath. I had battened down the hatches, put all the lawn furniture away and we were ready.
The storm came in the afternoon. We had 5" of rain and some wind, but it seemed like a normal bad storm to me. Our lights went out at four in the afternoon. The wind stopped at around midnight. Randy, Sean and I went out to see what was damaged. Two trees had blown over, but other than that nothing was hurt. The only odd thing was the sky. It was cloudless and you could see the stars; all the stars.
"The electricity must be off everywhere." Sean said. "You never see the stars like this in the city." He was right; you could see all the stars. We went back into the office tee pee and were going to go to bed, when the lights turned on again. We figured all was well.
The next morning we discovered that all was not well. We were one small strip of business with electricity. 80% to 90% of the city was dark. At 6:30 a utility bucket truck drove in.
"You've got juice?" the driver asked. He had seen our neon sign blinking away as if nothing had happened.
"We sure do." I replied. He pulled out a cell phone and left the office to talk to someone.
"Reserve every room for Central Electric!" he said, when he returned.
"Every room?"
"That's it, here's the credit card number. Reserve every room for a month, I'm Jim Williams, call this number and get confirmation." he said. I called and got someone in the power company's emergency center. The Wigwam was the only motel near the city with electricity. They had 4,000 men coming in from all over the East Coast and none had a place to stay.
I soon discovered we were in a perfect location. We were in the city, near the major damage and we had a closed Rose's store with it's huge vacant parking lots next door. It became a staging area for repairs and parking for the big trucks. The first day was quiet. All the trucks were working. I had a chance to get out and see the damage.
What had struck me as an ordinary bad storm had been willful and destructive. Some areas were untouched, others sustained massive damage. Trees blocked a good 50% of the local streets. Houses and cars were crushed by massive, old trees. The only consistent thing I saw everywhere was a spider's web of downed electrical lines. Wires were everywhere. Electricity, telephone, cable and God knows what else; all were down or dangling.
When I got back to the Wigwam, all hell had broken loose. Randy was getting food and some guys to cook. The Food Lion down the street was without power and would give us any perishables we could save. We had a big commercial, walk in refrigerator and a similar freezer from the old days, when we had a full service kitchen.
The first bucket trucks arrived around eight, after the sun had set. Two hours later the Rose's parking lot looked like a dinosaur convention. There were 35-40 trucks with their bucket arms extended to differing heights. We had fifty rooms and most had two full-sized beds. We had a crew of four or five men in each room.
We were near the most badly damaged section of the metropolitan area. We had a well, so we had water. The main city pumping stations were without electricity so the water pressure was low, if there was any water at all elsewhere. By the standards of water-less and electricity-less Richmond, we were the Ritz, or the Plaza.
After the rush and the motel was filled, Randy and Sean had left me in the office and they went to the pool to relax. About a half hour later I went to join them. There must have been 30 naked linemen playing in the water. They had discovered the pool and obviously had no problem skinny- dipping. Randy hadn't turned on the lights. It was dark and private at the pool.
I stripped and jumped into the water. It was warm, but still cool enough to be refreshing. There was a lot of horsing around, but things settled down and most of the men went to bed, refreshed and clean. Five or six stayed in the pool talking and relaxing.
Bruce, one of the guys who came over to help us cook was in the pool talking to a guy named Bubba from West Virginia Power. I was talking to Johnny, a lineman from the Blue Ridge Electric Co-op. Johnny was a big guy, a good 6-2 and 250 pounds. He bumped into me a few times. At first I thought it was accidental, but I didn't move away and he did it again. He was talking kind of quietly, so I got nearer.
Johnny was telling me about the problems they had even getting to the sub-station they were supposed to fix and his hand brushed against my cock. I noticed that Burce and Bubba were getting along well. Bruce had a spectacular lisp; Bubba had a West Virginia accent so thick you could can it and sell it as a souvenir. Bubba was a real country boy and he obviously had never met an openly gay man before. Not in the dark and naked, where no one could tell who you were with.
Johnny's hand brushed my cock again. By now I knew it was no accident, so I reached over, found his cock and fondled it. He was at half-staff already. Stroking his cock while I kept on talking about his work, Johnny's cock was impressive. Big cocks seem to be more common on thin men, in my experience, but Johnny's was as beefy as he was. It was uncut, maybe seven inches long and as thick as a Budweiser can.
The second I touched his, he grabbed mine. I am about the same length, but not anywhere as thick. I've got bull balls and Johnny seemed to like them.
Bruce and Bubba were talking quietly now and I was pretty sure they were doing some exploring. "Are you a gay guy? A cock sucker?" I heard Bubba ask.
"You bet I am and a damn good cock sucker at that!" Bruce replied. "You like blow jobs?"
"Tried it once with my girl friend," he said, "It wasn't that good."
"Women don't know shit about giving head." Bruce said. "You've got a good boner there, you're ready for some fun aren't you?" I couldn't hear Bubba's response, but it wasn't negative. I touched Johnny's tit as I played with his cock. Johnny had a thick pelt of hair on his chest and he moaned a little when I pinched his nipple.
"You like that?" I asked
"Shit yes. I like it all." he said.
By now it was only the four of us, with Randy and Sean talking to another guy at the other end of the pool.
"Where can we go?" Bubba asked.
"We're fine right here." Bruce said. "It's dark and private."
"There are guys still here." Bubba complained.
"This is a gay motel. You won't be doing anything that hasn't been done a thousand times before," Bruce said, "usually in broad daylight. No one here objects to guys helping each other out and having some fun. Sit on the side of the pool. I'll take care of your problem."
"I don't know if I can help you out," Bubba said, "that way, I mean."
"Don't you worry about that, I can make do!' Bruce added.
Johnny could hear the conversation and he wanted the same thing as Bubba. I whispered to him to get on the edge of the pool. We heard Bubba getting out. Johnny followed suit. He was oozing precum on the second lick. It was a warn night, but Johnny shivered as the air touched his wet body.
"Let's go to the cabana." I said. "It a bit warmer and more comfortable there." I got out and he followed me to a building on the side of the pool. It was a tee-pee like structure. I flipped a light on and electric candles gave the room a warm glow. It was circular with a continuous mattress-bench on the edge of the room, covered in pillows. Several shelves had tubes of lubricant and bottles of poppers on them. Several included a dildo. This was the playroom.
"Hell, we ain't in Kansas anymore are we?" Johnny asked. I got my first good look at Johnny. He was a massive, hairy bear, bald with a close cropped beard. What he lacked in hair on his head, he made up for on his chest and gut. He was my type. He looked at me and seemed to like what he saw too.
We got down to cock sucking right away. Much to my surprise, he wanted to try it too and soon we were 69ing. When we came up for air, we found Bubba and Bruce on the other side of the room, going at it. Burch was a short, solid, dirty blond guy, muscular and compact. Bubba was a classic otter, tall, thin and hairy. He looked like an extra from the Beverly Hillbillies.
It didn't seem to take long for Bubba to make peace with Bruce's cock. Bruce's cock and balls were compact and tight. Uncut, when his cock emerged from the enshrouding skin, he was a good, but thin 6". He had a nice cock for an introductory lesson in cock sucking.
Once Bubba and Johnny got into it, they relaxed. Neither Bruce nor I were exactly virgins, so we were laid aback anyway and the two new men calmed down. As they relaxed the sex got better. They both popped and I have to admit, Johnny was a prize in that division. He shot enough cum to be the other white meat, thick, creamy and tasty. We were all relaxing and thinking about going to bed, when Sean and Randy entered the room with a third guy.
"Do you mind if we take a place?" Sean asked. "This is Eubank." Eubank was a thin, pale guy with 12" of meat hanging half-erect between his legs. It was astounding.
"Eubank has never found a guy who can take his cock in the ass." Randy said. " Sean doesn't seem to think he'd have a problem, so if you don't mind, we're going to do a little experimentation and find out."
"We can go." Bubba said.
"You can stay if you like. Eubank is proud of his equipment and I like to be watched." Sean said. "This may be your only chance to see this outside of an old John Holmes' Movie." Bubba and Johnny were uneasy about watching, but curiosity got the better of them. I was uneasy too. I had seen Sean suck and get sucked many times, but never get fucked. He looked at me and winked. It was all right with him.
"I do insist on a lot of lube." Sean said. "In me and on him!" Johnny and I coated Eubank's monster cock while Bubba and Bruce took care of Sean's ass. Randy gave instructions. Everyone's cock was getting hard again.
Eubank was more cock than man. His cock had a small cock head crowning a thick, wide shaft. His balls were big and hung low. His meat got rock hard under Johnny and my ministrations. Randy got Sean on his back and held his legs open, so his hole was totally exposed. Bubba had filled it with lube, so it was oozing. Eubank was staring at the ass and Sean winked it at him. It was a slutty thing to do, but I got turned on.
Eubank approached Sean's ass and positioned his cock at the opening. He nosed the head halfway in, then pulled out. He then pushed the head in all the way. Normally the cock head is the hard part of the cock to take, not so Eubank.
"Are you okay?" Eubank asked Sean.
"Sure, but take it slow." Sean said. "Have the poppers ready, Randy."
Eubank pushed deeper and got two or three inches of his monster into the hole. It was hard to believe Sean's little pink hole could stretch that wide.
This is fucking hot!" Bubba said.
"Give me a hit!" Sean cried. Randy had the poppers ready. Sean took a deep sniff. You could see him relax. Eubank pushed and the entire cock slipped into the quivering ass. Sperm splashed on Sean's chest. Bubba had shot off again.
"Hot damn!" Johnny said.