Polar Lodge 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 bldhrymn@yahoo.com
At dinner Jim, Scott and I were with Rod and Anthony. Anthony was a preppy, forty-five year old business man. He was very conventional and ran a successful real estate business in Northern Virginia. He was Greek and in good shape. I thought he was a golfer, but his tan indicated he was a swimmer too and he wore Speedo trunks. I think he had shaved his body and the hair was growing back evenly. I assumed he had shaved a month or so earlier, but with a Greek it could have been earlier that week.
He had relaxed some since the afternoon. He was no longer afraid we were going to jump him and ravage his body. From my own experience I think he was both relieved and a little bit disappointed.
We made a cheerful quintet and got along well. Jim was telling slightly off-color stories about his academic career and the lengths to which students might go to get a grade. Anthony had similar stories about house hunters in NOVA. When he smiled he was a good looking man. Gerald came over to our table and joined us.
It was easy to see Gerald liked Anthony. Anthony was a cleaned up version of Gerald's partner, Rocky. Rocky was busy with Tom.
While Anthony was a successful business man, he told us he was uneasy about his appearance. His wife had recently died. He had three daughters, all grown and self-reliant. His marriage was arranged and he wasn't what his wife wanted in a man. For her sex was all about having children. Once that was done, she was done. Sadly for Anthony, he was straight laced and would never cheat on his wife. When she died unexpectedly in an automobile accident, the car was driven by her boyfriend. Tony had no idea there was a boyfriend. That was why he was here. He had repressed his sexual urges for twenty-five years. He wanted to let lose.
After diner we walked around the Lodge and then returned to our cabin with Anthony and Ron. Anthony had relaxed considerably.
He had never spent time with openly gay men. I think he expected something like a television situation comedy. We had run into Rocky who was out walking with Tom. They were entirely unlike Anthony's image of a gay men. None of us were much like his country club friends either.
That turned out to be good. Apparently the country club had been his wife's interest. Anthony was a good golfer and he had some friends, but they only talked about golf and real estate. We were a different group of people. Ron, Jim, Scott and Gerald sat down for a game of poker. Antony and I weren't interested and we sat on the porch and watched the stars come out.
Anthony lived in Norfolk and the light pollution made star watching difficult there. I have an interest in astronomy and knew many of the constellations. It was a clear night and the stars were beautiful. He was interested. He knew they were there but had never seen them. He was boyish in his excitement.
We had a chance to talk. "How is it here?" he asked. "Are you as knew to the scene as I am?"
"Well, it would be hard to be less experienced than I am," I said. "Until yesterday I was virgin."
"Was it a shock when you came here?" he asked. "Did you do . . . stuff?"
"Yes, I was shocked and yes I did stuff. I loved it," I said. "It was as if a great weight was lifted from my shoulders. I had thought about men and having sex with them, but never done a thing. I have done it now. I haven't done it all, but I've done some."
"Did you like it?" he asked. "Was it what you expected?"
"It was really good," I said. "I had thought about doing stuff, but I'd never even been blown. It was beautiful. I didn't think I could suck a guy. I did and that was great too. I wouldn't have believed it, but I think I liked that more than getting blown."
"I don't know if I could do that," he said. "Who did you suck?"
"Jim and Scott, my guides," I said. "I played with Calvin too. It was all good."
"I'm afraid I wouldn't do it right and make a fool of myself," he said.
"Don't worry about that, Ron isn't that kind of a guy. None of them are," I said. "Everyone here seems to be really nice."
"Why are they doing it?" Anthony asked. "I was thinking it was some sort of a scam."
"I've seen no signs of that here," I said. "They like to help guys out. That is part of it." I paused. "They also like sex a lot. I thought Jim and Scot would be uneasy doing it with a man they just met. That wasn't the case. We got up close and personal right off the bat. We were all naked. Soon we were hard and sucking. I didn't think I could suck a cock. Once I tried it, it wasn't a problem."
"I'm afraid it would be dirty," Anthony said.
"We had spent part of the day in the pool," I said. I leaned closer to Anthony. "I shot off in Jim's mouth. I was shocked that he took it. I thought he would jump away in disgust. He actually had his tongue in my slit as I ejaculated. When I calmed down he continued to suck. He wanted me to ejaculate again."
"Did you?"
"I didn't think it was possible, but there were a few more squirts left," I said. "I had been the most sexually excited man in the world when his sucked me. It was the best orgasm I had ever felt, and then I was as relaxed as I had ever been. I was drained and exhausted and Jim was still tenderly sucking and licking my cock. I was still dribbling some and he loved it."
"Did you have to take his?"
"No, he didn't ask me or even suggest it," I said. "To tell you the truth, I'm pretty sure I will before I go home. I've tasted my own. It was okay, but I never tasted another man's sperm. I've never been married, and my sperm has never seen active duty. Jim liked mine and that was nice."
"It's been awhile since mine has been in action," Tony said. "We didn't do it that much, but each time she got off the pill, we had another daughter nine months later. I've got good aim!"
I reached over and touched his cock. Tony was half-hard. "Have you ever had a blow job?" I asked.
"Once in college a fraternity brother blew me," he said. "We were both drunk." He paused. "I still think about it once and a while."
"I wouldn't mind helping you out," I said. "Would you like me to give it a try?"
"Sure," he responded. I got on the floor and took his cock into my mouth. I thought he was a nice guy and didn't mind doing him a favor. While he was half hard, he had a lot of foreskin and his cock head was still enshrouded. It was a nice cock, not too big and definitely not too small. The foreskin gave it extra thickness. It seemed meaty.
I took the tube into my mouth. I didn't try to open the puckered tip. I took most of the cock in my mouth. I pulled back until I had only the tip of his skin in my mouth. I then went down on him hard, peeling the skin back and exposing his cock head to my tongue.
I felt an explosion of sexual desire and lust. I think he felt the same, but my own excitement was so great I didn't really care what he felt. I knew he had been nervous and uneasy. He had been sexually stimulated too and had been oozing sex juices. These were all stored in his thick foreskin. I had found the mother load.
I had enjoyed Jim, Scot and Calvin. Sex with Anthony was at another level of intensity. He was an attractive man, but somehow he seemed ultra-masculine. I wondered if it was the juices stored between his cock head and his foreskin, or if it was something else. I remembered they use to talk about animal magnetism. I didn't know if such a thing existed, but Anthony must have had it. He moaned.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm a lot more than okay," he said, "Please don't stop."
I had no desire to stop. It was lovely. His cock oozed encouragement. Every movement of my mouth caused a reaction. He shivered, twitched and moaned, but most of all he oozed. His sweet ball juices excited me.
I had noticed that with Jim and Scott, but Anthony seemed to have high test. It drove me wild and for a while it was only Tony's cock and my greedy throat. When I got up for a breather, Tony bent over and sucked me. I had been uneasy when I sucked for the first time. Tony didn't seem to have any problem at all.
The poker game inside the cabin broke up. Ron saw us. "Well you boys seem to have made friends quickly," he said. We pulled apart. "Don't stop. Making friends is what this place is all about. Why don't you come in side and use a bed. It's more comfortable."
I was afraid that might spook Anthony. A brief encounter in the dark was one thing, using a bed is another. It wasn't a problem. I was also afraid Ron, Scot and Jim would think we were rude. Ron was Anthony's guide and I assumed he had plans for them that night.
My thinking was more appropriate for my mother's Bridge parties than for sexually charged adult men. The poker players found ways to entertain themselves. I was both shocked and titillated by that. In my conventional mind, I thought the guides were to take care of the guests. I realized that all the men at the lodge liked sex, and not exclusively with the guests.
I was thinking of sex as a duty, not as a pleasure. Rocky came by to see what Gerald was doing. Gerald was much involved with Scott. That didn't bother him at all, Rocky went over to Jim and tried to deep throat Jim's cock. Everyone was occupied.
Gerald had eased his cock into Scott's behind. I assumed that would bother Jim and Rocky, but it wasn't a problem at all. We were one happy fornicating family.
Fortunately I have an ability to continuously worry about things while doing other activities. That other activity was sucking Anthony's cock. I forgot my worries when Anthony released his creamy semen into my mouth.
Everything about me said I should pull off and spit it out. I didn't do either. My thinking was confused in the excitement, but I was feeling as if I had won a contest, and Tony was spurting my prize into my mouth.
I later discovered that I am not a cum hound who craves sperm. I seem to like specific sperm spurting from specific cocks. Anthony's was wonderful. It wasn't as sweet as his precum, but I enjoyed its slightly tangy bitterness. I felt close to him. His cock head became very sensitive during the orgasm. I continued to suck him. I was careful, but I still wanted his organ in my mouth. The ejaculations diminished and I felt all of the tension drain from him as balls emptied.
"Thank you," he whispered. "It was beautiful." He went back to Ron's room. Gerald and Rocky returned to their cabin, leaving me with Jim and Scott.
"You made a friend. Anthony is a nice guy," Jim said. "I think he looked happy."
"I think that was what is called a happy ending," Scott said. "I'm I right and thinking that you and Anthony connected?"
"It was good. Is it okay to have fun with the other guests?" I asked.
"There are very strict rules here. You can only have sex with men who have cocks," he said. It took me a second to realize he was joking. I laughed.
"I noticed you didn't mind playing around," I said. "You are partners, aren't you?"
"Sex is fun, why not share the wealth?" Jim asked. "Gerald is a nice guy and we've known him for several years. A nice trip in Scott's ass is fine with me. To be crude, I like sloppy seconds some times. Gerald leaves his load deep. I like that and Scott likes it," Jim said.
I was on my bed. I stretched out for a minute and the next thing I knew it was seven in the morning when I opened my eyes. This was to be my last day at the Lodge, but I wanted to stay longer. Since I had no other plans that was fine. Gerald and Scott had to return to their jobs, but Jim and Rocky were staying. After breakfast I went to see Ron at the office. There was no problem extending my visit. "By the way, Anthony is staying too. He had planned to spend one night here, but he seems to like it."
"That's great," I said.
"We will have two more guests arriving for the week this afternoon. Tom is gone, but will be back next weekend, and we will have two new guides, Ram and Titus. They are fun men, a bit wilder than most of our guides," he added.
I wondered what wild meant to Ron. It seemed that being shy and demure wasn't a characteristic of the men at the Lodge. The day was warm and relaxing. I didn't do much of anything and that was nice. A low excitement day was good for me.
Titus and Ram arrived late in the afternoon. The new guests were just behind them. Ron hadn't mentioned Titus was a retired professional wrestler and perhaps the biggest black man I had ever seen. I had assumed Ram was a man who liked Dodge trucks a lot. He Ram a six-foot-four Sikh biologist.
One of the new guests, Woody, looked as if he was terrified by Titus. He was a small man from a small town. I don't think he was use to 250 pound black wrestlers. Ron noticed the problem. He made a switch. Jim was to be Woody's guide. I was to share my cabin with Ram and Titus.
I didn't want to change guides, but I was willing to help out. When we got back to the cabin I had a chance to get to know my new guides. They were both impressive men. Both men stripped when they entered the cabin. That was more than good for me.
I hate to say it, but naked men attract me and super masculine, well-hung men are doubly attractive. I soon discovered Titus was a black Santa Claus. He was scary looking, but was jolly, cheerful and fun. Ram had an English accent. He sounded like Jeeves, the butler.
They didn't know each other but neither man was shy. I would have thought that a wrestler and a scientist would have trouble finding common interests. Both men liked sex and that soon made for a common bond.
We went to the pool before dinner. Woody was there with Jim. I could tell he thought he had won the lottery. The other new guest, a beefy man named Karl, was with Rocky. Karl was loud and brash. Woody was small, but very hairy. He told us he had been known as the chimp in high school. He was timid and shy. They were complete opposites in character. Ron was the perfect host. He had a knack of putting people at ease.
Ram and Titus were accustomed to being the only dark skinned men in a group. They were comfortable and soon fit in. Karl knew of Titus as a wrestler and he was impressed. Karl was as out of shape as Titus was muscular. Rocky was into wrestling too.
I would have thought that being naked with some men I barely knew would be uncomfortable and uneasy. I was surprised at how easy it was to get use to the nudity. Since everyone was gay, the scenery was inspirational. The guides were very comfortable, and they weren't uneasy getting erect, or at least partially erect. Cocks are nearly perfect lust thermometers. Since sex was perfectly acceptable at the Lodge, there was no need to hide your state of arousal. This was good for the new men.
Woody was hard while he talked with Jim and Ron. Jim complimented Woody on the display. He had a long, thin tool. It seemed to me it would be easy to take. In contrast, neither Titus nor Ram had easy meat. I hadn't seen them fully hard, but they were still impressive.
At dinner that night, it almost festive. Titus was a great story teller and he could have been a stand-up comedian. Some of his stories were a bit off color, but they were funny and told with great enthusiasm. He liked sex and you could sense his enjoyment. His cock had been in many asses and the reactions had been varied and funny.
"Does everyone like your cock? Karl asked.
"Well, there a those who like it, and those who love it," Titus said. "Some like them big, some like them black, some like them big and black. You wouldn't guess who is really into black meat?"
"Cops and rednecks?" Ron suggested.
"Bingo!" Titus exclaimed. "I don't know if it is forbidden fruit, or just my sparkling personality."
"Are black cocks better?" Woody asked.
"Some guys seen to think so," Titus replied. "I can tell you that I like white meat most of the time. I love a tight white ass."
"Do you go looking for white men?" I asked.
Titus smiled. "I'm into volunteers and I never had a problem finding a willing playmate. When you're a wrestler, there is a line of men waiting to play."
"Are wrestling fans all gay?" Woody asked.
"I doubt that, but most wrestlers seem to be ultra-masculine. There is a lot of hero worship. If you want to get really up-close and personal, sex can do the trick."
"Does an ass full of man cream hit the spot if you are a real fan?" Ron asked.
"It seems too," Titus said. "Ram do you have a problem with science groupies?
Ram laughed so hard he almost choked. "I have to carry a club to beat off those who want to molest me," he said. "I have a problem with turban fetishists too. They think I am a genie and all want three wishes. As long as one wish includes an orgasm, I'm fine with that." There was more laughter.
It was a beautiful night; the sky was clear and it was the prefect temperature.
That night was unexpected. Rocky connected with Anthony and they were compatible. Jim and Woody got along well. The next morning I woke early and walked around the Lodge. Jim was sitting on the porch in a rocking chair. Woody was sitting in his lap. When I came closer I saw that Jim's oversized cock was deep in Woody's small body. Jim caressed Woody's hairy back as he rocked gently. I knew that technically Jim was fucking Woody, but I reality it was sweet and gentle.
"It's a beautiful morning, isn't it?" Jim said. "I just introduced Woody to his prostate last night. It was a really good experience for him."
"I love it," Woody moaned.
"Wood seems to have had forty years of semen stored in his balls. We've lightened the load some," Jim said. "I've shot some replacement seed in his ass, but he still needs to drain more." He lifted Wood up a little then bounced him on his cock. Woody moaned and whimpered.
"Did you have some fun with Titus and Ram?" Jim asked.
"It was nice," I said. "Quiet and good for us all. They both gave me a massage. Ram was really good at it.