Returning to My Home Town 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, any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com
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I was raised in a small college town called North Conway in upstate New York. My family moved there when I was four. My dad, Mathew MacMurray, taught at the college, North Conway State. I think he thought we were going to move on to another, larger and more prestigious school, but they liked the town and stayed. He was eventually the Dean of Students and a fixture in the English Department.
We joked about the town's name since there was no Conway or any other directional Conways. Dad was interested in that sort of oddity. Why would you name a place North Conway where there never was a Conway? He also thought phrases like "survivors groups" were odd, since, by definition there could be no non-survivors groups. You cannot sell tee shirts inscribed, "I died in the flood of 2014."
I am Matthew MacMurray Jr, but they always called Mac. I had a wonderful childhood with my parents and siblings. I know many children had bad childhoods filled with trials and difficulties. I was not one of them. My sister tended to be difficult and rebellious, but I was fine. She had a difficult time and complained nonstop about my parents. The problem wasn't my parents; it was my sister. I never told her that, since she did not take any criticism well.
My father told me once that Julie thought that common sense was a plot to keep her from getting what she wanted in life. She thought gravity was invented specifically to keep her from floating in thin air. It was a plot. Julie was pretty and she was on husband number four at last count.
As a kid, I assumed I would follow in my parent's footstep. I thought I would go to college, become a professor, get married and have a family. I never admitted to myself that I did hope I would not have a second version of Julie as a child, but I never said that aloud.
Most of that happened except for the getting married part. Somehow the finding a girl, falling in love and having a family did not happen. I never became interested in girls. I thought that this would just happen, but it did not.
By the time I was 13 or 14 years-old when I realized I liked men. I liked the macho cowboys on television at the time. I liked seeing shirtless construction workers and joggers. I liked the shower room at school, but oddly. I didn't realized being a jock would give me access to the locker rooms. Evolution is a strange thing, but I was destined to be a History Professor. How Darwin would explain History Professors is beyond me, but I knew that was my future, as did everyone else.
I also realized I liked men, not boys. This was good for my life as a teacher. I did not lust after boys or young men. I wanted men. I like Hercules not Apollo. I also discovered I liked real, hard working men, and did not find shaved, steroid-enhanced men attractive. Professional wrestlers and body-builders were not my thing.
I went to college and did well. I had been cute kid, but the cuteness did not last. I had to shave by the time I was thirteen and hair began to sprout in my chest. I was never too concerned about my appearance, but by the time I was 22 I suspected I would be bald. That was clear to everyone but me a few years later. I knew my hairline was receding, but didn't know my bald spot was making a sneak attack from the rear. I was engaged in writing my doctoral dissertation at the time and did not notice.
I was shy and had a problem in social situations, I was stunningly bad at small talk, but I had no problem lecturing. I always knew the subject well and could explain it in an interesting way. That was helpful in my career. I was the perfect person to teach the freshman Introduction to Western Civilization class. I liked teaching it and the students liked taking it.
A balding, 25-year-old academic had no problem avoiding dating. I was not a catch. At that time, being openly gay was not an option, so I kept a low profile. I found a few playmates and some good friends, but no lovers.
At age forty-five a position opened at what was by then the North Conway State University and I applied of the job. My parent's health was declining, and I was the only one of my siblings available. They were either committed to other jobs, or too unstable to be helpful. I was hired as the associate academic dean and the chair of the history department.
When I had lived there as a kid, there were no gay men in the town. That was the way things were. Things had changed.
My first few years back home were difficult. My father's health declined rapidly and he died. It was good that I was there to help my mother. She was an independent woman and had almost returned to normal when she fell and broke several bones. That was the end of her independence. She died six months later. I was the man on the scene and had to close up the house and take care of settling the estate.
My sister Julie turned that into a nightmare. I found a good lawyer, Jacob Dellaport, and that helped. Jake looked like a wrestler and seemed to be graceless, but he had a fine mind and once I hired him, he took care of Julie and her lawyer easily.
Jake was a new resident of North Conway, by which the locals meant he had only been there for thirty years. His family was from Brooklyn and his father was a doctor. Jake retained a Brooklyn accent.
I have terrible gaydar. I never have been able to pick out gay men from a crowd. Jake had superb skills in that area. He was the least "gay" looking man I had ever seen. He looked more like a dockworker than a lawyer; I would have guessed he had a wife and ten kids. He guessed my preferences. He told me he was gay, when I asked if he had any kids.
"You don't have many kids either," he remarked.
"I suspect that is for the same reason you are without a wife," I said. He smiled. A week or so later he called me and asked me if I would like to attend a cookout at his camp in the mountains. I said yes.
"The guests will all be confirmed bachelors or men who haven't found the right woman, if you catch my meaning," he said. "Only a few have partners, so they are unattached."
"I'm not really looking," I said.
"Most of them aren't good looking either, but I thought you might like to meet them. Most are willing to give a nice blowjob if you are interested. They are nice men too.
I later realized that Jake had good, if unorthodox taste in men. Most men have a type they like, such as pretty boys or leather clad bikers.
Jake's friends were a mixture of men. The only common traits were being affable and into man sex. I went to his cookout and found that affable and willing was good for me too.
His camp was deep in the woods and very much a hunting camp, more of an upscale shed than big summerhouse. It had a big stone fireplace and spring fed water. It had toilet, but pissing was preferably behind a tree. It was on a small pond surrounded by woods.
Jake was with Hank, a plumber; Johnny, a janitor; Edmund, an Episcopalian priest, and Tony, a State Trooper. Others came later, but it was a genuine mixed bag. North Conway is a small town so most of them knew of my family. Hank was a few years behind me in school Johnny was a few years ahead of me.
Three more men arrived including Art Deal, an insurance agent, Tommy Davis, a store manager, and Ellery Austin, a professor of art at my college. Jake was a basic cook and the food was good. I was surprised the conversation was so easy since the men were so varied. I was use to conversations with fellow academics and students.
The cabin had trails into the woods. These were well marked since the next cabin was three miles away and it was easy to get lost in the forest. After lunch, Jake suggested we all explore the surrounding areas. I went off on what the label said was the Hidden Pond trail with Johnny, Edmund and Art. Johnny knew a lot about the forest. Edmund was interests in that, they talked as Art and I just enjoyed the walk. Art was average in every way, pleasant and bland.
"I've been in town ten years. It is not the place I would have chosen to live but it is nice. My store is doing well, and since I met Jake my social life had picked up," Art said. "I take it you are a native who has returned?"
"My parents were getting old, so I came back to help," I explained. "It hasn't changed that much. The people are older, but I've changed more that the town."
"I'm not married and that is a problem here. The gay nightlife is a bit limited," he said. I laughed.
"There was nothing thirty years ago, and that hasn't changed. The town in now a historic district. I think it has preserved a genuine 1960 small town nightlife, none!" I said. "Luckily I enjoy the concerts at the school. What do you do?"
"If you don't mind me being perfectly frank, I like no-strings-attached sex. I'm not a sex maniac, but sex can make for a good week for me."
"You are direct."
"I don't like one night stands, but I will take them in a pinch," he continued. "I like friends with benefits. The men here are mostly in that category. We are friends who help each other out."
Johnny and Edmund had been walking ahead of us. They slowed and joined us.
"Art is a one man provider of stress relief for all of us," Edmund said. "He is always ready willing and able. He is a godsend."
"Edmund is putting a pretty face on Art's skills," Johnny said. "He's a horny slut, cum-hound who is only happy when he's drained every ounce of sperm from your body into his. I hardly need to tell you that he's my best friend."
"Jake has charitable tendencies," Edmund said. "When I came here I was it was hard to find anyone who shared my inclinations. When I did, I could not get up enough nerve to do anything. Jake recognized my plight and introduced me to his friends. The rest is history. I admit when I first came to know them the benefits were most attractive. Since then the friendship part has grown in significance."
We reached Hidden Pond. It was more of a lake than a pond. It was long and narrow, but opened into and almost circular area at the north end where we were standing.
"Most of the pond is very deep, except here," Johnny explained. "There is an unusual, flat shelf of stone here. The water is shallow and warm." He stripped and ran into the water, as did the other men. I had no desire to join them, but it would been rude or timid not to, so I stripped and went in.
The water was refreshing, but not too cold, a rarity for mountain lakes. I use to like to swim and the old pattern returned. I felt like a kid again and enjoyed myself.
After the swim, we sat on the rocks and dried off in the sun. Johnny was next to me and he rolled over and began to suck my cock. I knew that was a possibility since we were four naked, gay men in the sun, but it was a surprise. No one had actually done that to me before. Johnny was sucking me in the full sunlight in public. That was new to me.
It should have been embarrassing, but Johnny was a good sucker. I forgot to be embarrassed because my cock felt so good. I also noticed that Art was at Edmond's cock. After about ten minutes, Edmund took my cock as Art and Johnny worked things out. By that time, I was getting comfortable with the setting and the sex. I had never been in a group situation before, but all of the men seemed relaxed and I relaxed too. It was odd to know that everyone there was gay and willing. I was a bit surprised to realize how willing I was.
We played for a while and returned to the cabin. The men there were entertaining each other so we joined in. I was with Ellery and he asked if I would fuck him.
"Is it okay to do that here in the open?" I asked.
"It sure is, but everyone is waiting for someone to shoot the starting gun," he replied and he the whispered, "My ass is already lubricated." He bent over and I slipped in. His ass was not what I expected. I had not fucked much and I was uneasy about it. Ellery was both tight and welcoming. He massaged my cock with his sphincter as I slid into him. He also moaned. Everyone looked at us, smiled and then returned to their own activity.
I became overly excited, but Ellery told me to relax and enjoy it. Relaxing is difficult for me, but Ellery enjoyed it so much, I went with the flow. My previous playmates were not much in the bottoming, and it seemed to be an ordeal for them. I had bottomed a few times, but it wasn't a thrill. Every movement of my cock seemed to thrill Ellery, and his enthusiasm spread to me.
We broke apart and went to a cot on the side of the room. Ellery got on his back. I put his legs on my shoulders and went in again. From this position, I would watch his face and cock react. That reinforced the sensations. His cock was rock hard and drooling. I had wondered if my partner's had been faking it. There was no way to fake Ellery's erection.
The next time I looked up, Jake was fucking Edmund, and Johnny was in Art's ass. All were enjoying the connection.
Like most people, sex was private and secret for me. I was a professor and sex was not involved in that role. A number of academics had ruined their careers by in appropriate relations with students. While I had no interest in young men, there were several times students, both male and female, were interested in me.
I discovered some students would rather cozy up to a professor than study for a test. I mentioned that to a colleague and discovered that was a technique. I was not the sole object of the students' admiration. The men in the cabin had no ulterior motives. It was just fun.
I looked at Ellery and saw that I had hit the sweet spot in his ass. He was gasping for breath. As I thought about this, my cock was not thinking at all. I suddenly realized I was too far-gone. I tried to pull out, but Ellery knew I was close and he pulled me closer. I began pumping my semen into his ass and he loved it. I had never ejaculated into a man before and the sensations were overwhelming.
Ellery liked it too. He was shooting and his quivering ass excited me. When I finally pulled out, I looked around at the other men. I was embarrassed at have had a very public orgasm. No one was watching, or at all concerned. They apparently had noticed because my orgasm seemed to have set off a string of sympathetic orgasms with the other men.
I had some post orgasmic drool and it was dripping on the floor. Johnny collected it and licked his finger clean. No one thought that was odd. It was a casual gesture that seemed odd in the sexually charged room.
It was getting late and we all went home. That night I realized my life had change for the better. I had enjoyed the afternoon, but as I thought about it later, it was more than just casual fun. I had a tendency to attract moody, deep men. I had rejected the superficial types. No one at Jake's cabin was moody or tense. It was just a group of men having some fun.
Jake called me the next day to ask how I was going. I told him that I had enjoyed the party immensely.
"It's a nice group of men," he said. "I'm glad you like them. We get together every few weeks. You are invited if you are interested."
"I am interested," I replied. "I have never done anything like that before. If you told me what it was like, I would not have come. I'm glad I did. I guess sex is its own reward."
"The men like you too. That not just the new meat buzz. You fit in well," Jake said. "Ellery said you are a memorably good top."
I smiled. "No one has ever said that to me before!" Jake laughed.
"Some of the men may want to get together with you, one on one," Jake said. "Is that a problem?"
"As long as they call in advance," I said. "Especially during the school year I am busy."
"Johnny was really interested," Jake added. "He a top." We talked a little longer and he hung up. I wondered how long it would be before Johnny called me.
He didn't call. I ran into him at the hardware store that afternoon. I had a problem in the upstairs bathroom of my parent's house he found me lost in the plumbing section. He knew exactly what I needed and came home with me to help. I thought it would take a few hours. Johnny did it in ten minutes.
We had a beer and talked.
"I sure had a good time at Jake's place. It was nice to have someone new," he said. "Jake has collected all the local horny old men. I assume you had a good time?"
"I did."
"I don't know if Jake told you that I am the horniest of the group. I am sort of like the energizer bunny. I can't get enough," Johnny added. "I like it all."
"Jake mentioned you like the top," I said.
"Damn, Jake has spilled all my secrets," Johnny said. "Topping is my specialty. Are you into it?"
"I've bottomed a few times. It wasn't a thrill."
"It's a thrill for me. I like to get in an ass and take a nice long trip to the moon together," Johnny added. "I know I look like shit, but I'm the Rembrandt of fuckers. I'm real good at it and my playmates always come back for more."
"You are into it," I said.
"I like to be fucked too. You have a nice one. I am available," he added. I must have looked surprised and he noticed. "Did Jake mention that I don't play hard to get?"
I smiled. "Is this a part of a plot to get in my ass?"
"Of course it is, but I will take my time and wait my turn," Johnny said. Somehow, fifteen minutes later, I was in Johnny's ass and I was loving it. A little later, his cock head was rubbing my hole and testing my sphincter.
When he said he was the Rembrandt of fuckers, he was right. I think his cock was average, but I was not just willing to take it; I wanted it. He oozed precum and lubricated the way and once he coaxed my sphincter open, he went right for my prostate. Once he rubbed it a few times, I was his. I was almost paralyzed by pleasure.
"Did I tell you I want to give your prostate a sperm bath and the churn up the man seed and push it deep into you?" he asked. "I won't pull out until you spurt. I like to eat it while it's still warm."