Return to my Home Town 4 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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My parent's house was nearing completion and it was looking good. As in all small towns, it caused a modest sensation. Luther was well on the way to establishing a good reputation. He had found another house to renovate, so he would be leaving my house. Rusty took Big Luke to see it. Luke loved the house and he liked Luther too.
Apparently, Luther's rescue squad friend was close to Luke. I think Luke guessed that Luther was a member of the fraternity. Luther recognized Luke as a like spirit. I don't think Luke had guessed about Rusty.
Luther told me I might like Luke. I knew what he meant. Big Luke had a taste for the top. I said I would be glad to meet him. Several days later Big Luke knocked on my door. I recognized him, since he was very visible around the town. He was the town manager's field man. If there was a problem with streets, sewers or any utility, Big Luke was there.
He introduced himself and said that Luther was a pal. I asked him in and offered him a beer or a coke. He took the coke. Of course, Big Luke was big, but seeing him on the street was not the same as having him in the living room. He was huge.
"How long have you known Luther?" I asked.
"I've known him for years, I knew his Dad. Luther turned out real good. His folks weren't the most helpful parents you could have. Luther is like his Granddad; he was a hard worker."
"Well, he sure has done a good job on my parents' house," I said. "Luther thought you and I would get along. I assumed you know him well."
"Recently we have been enjoying each other's company," Luke said. "It has been fun."
I smiled. "Luther and I have been having some fun too. What are you looking for?"
"Luther and I have been messing around," Luke said. "He said you liked that sort of stuff a lot."
"Don't you like it?"
"I like it when I'm doing it, but then I feel guilty," he said. "After a day or two I want to do it again. I don't want to be gay, but I like the sex part a lot."
"Why don't we forget about the gay part and concentrate on the sex?" I suggested. "Let's see how much fun we can have."
Luke looked at me and then smiled. "That is a plan," he said. "Luther said you were open minded. There are a couple of things I've never done that I would like to try."
"Did he mention that my mind isn't the only part of me that is open?" I asked.
Luke laughed. "Well, he did mention one part."
"We can do a little experimenting to see of your part fits in mine," I said.
We went to the bedroom. Big Luke was over six-feet-five inches tall and quite pale. He had white skin and blond hair that was turning white. He was in good shape, but wasn't a muscle man. His delicate coloring contrasted with his muscular body. His balls were huge, low hanging and contained in a hairy ball sack. His cock head was the same size as his balls, but looked bigger because of the thick foreskin.
I dropped to the floor and began to lick his cock and balls. When he was soft, I could take his entire cock head. He moaned when my tongue licked it. While Luke was uneasy and reserved, his cock was not. It liked what I was doing. He relaxed as my mouth worked its magic.
"Can you slow down a bit, I want this to last," he whispered. "I'm getting close."
"I could tell you were into it. Your ball juices were oozing," I said.
"I'm sorry," he said. "It gets messy when I'm excited."
"There is nothing to be sorry about. I like the taste of an excited man," I said. "Your home brew is sweet and thick. It turns me on. I hope it will be real messy later on."
"You like the thick stuff?"
"I sure do. It is the food of the gods." I said as I pulled off. We got on the bed.
"I don't know if I'm as good a cock sucker as you are, but would you like me to try?" he asked.
"Go ahead and just relax," I said. He wasn't a great cock sucker, but he was more than good enough. After a short while, I rotated on the bed so we could sixty-nine. Luke was fully erect by now and drooling.
His knob was lavender and shiny enough to see my refection on it. Luke was a big bruiser of a man, but his cock head was delicate and sensitive. He shivered and moaned when my tongue caressed it. It was at least two inches in diameter. I concentrated on his wide slit, licking his rich sex juices.
We broke apart to catch our breath. "Those juices do taste good," Luke said. "You said you take the thick stuff?"
"I do. It is not as sweet as precum, but when it spurting, I get really excited," I said. I paused briefly. "I take it in the ass too."
"Damn, you've got me going," Luke said. "Do you have to love a guy to take it?"
"As far as I can tell, if you like sucking, sperm is a natural by product," I said. "Even if you don't want it you are going to slip-up some time and get a mouthful. That is what happened to me. I didn't plan it but it happened."
"Did you like it?" he asked.
"I didn't think I did but somehow the slip-ups became more regular and with some guys I looked forward to an "accident," I explained. "A few guys took mine and I liked that too."
"My ex-wife always said my cock hurt and she made me pull out before I popped. We had two kids and that was two too many for her."
"Why did you get married?"
"I knocked her up in High School. She wanted to get married, but after a year or so, she set her sights higher. I was a star on the football team, but two years later, I was working for the town in the public works department. That wasn't good enough."
"How long were you married?"
"Five years and then she took off with another man, leaving me with the kids and the credit card debt," he said. "The star football player aura was gone by then and I was a glorified ditch digger. I wasn't a catch. Being a single father is a full time job."
"I hope this turns out to be a new hobby," I said.
"It has been better with you that with other guys. I don't know you and it is easier to let my hair down," Luke said. "Luther is nice, but I can't relax and get into it with him."
"That's all in your mind," I said. "He likes it too. He didn't end up messing around with you on a dare. You both want the same thing. I know how you feel. When I was a teenager here, I thought I was the only one. It took a while to realize there were others."
"Will guys think I am cheating if I only like the sex part of gay life?" he asked.
"I think the sex part is the part that most gay men like the most," I said. "I wouldn't worry about it one bit." We returned to cock sucking.
Big Luke did not know himself well. He wasn't lovey-dovey, but he was friendly and affectionate. He wanted physical contact with another man. I would have guessed he would be a man-rammer. I thought he would shove it in and then pound me like a jackhammer.
I was enjoying him greatly until he got ready to fuck me. I was afraid that maybe he was too thick and it would not fit. I had been overly cavalier in my assumption that I could take it. I had some lube and he took his time. That was good for me. Even better was our first cockhead-prostate connection. That was a total success.
I was afraid his cock was one size too big my ass, but it was the perfect size and shape to ring my chimes. It hurt briefly when he popped my sphincter, but he went in deep enough to rub my prostate the right way on the first thrust. From then on, he could do no wrong.
I loved it, but I think he loved it more. He was a big man with a big tool. I don't think anyone had appreciated it as much as I did. He became more turned on as I reacted to his cock. He pounded me hard a few times and then I felt a fire hose shooting in my ass. I shot off. He could feel me twitching as he ejaculated.
Coordinating orgasms is difficult under the best of circumstance. We were perfectly coordinated. I had never done it before, but it was perfect. You can't fake an orgasm, I felt him squirting as my cock unloaded on my gut.
After his ejaculations stopped, I squeezed my ass to milk the remaining cum from his cock. He shivered in pleasure. He looked little lost after he came down from his sexual high. "I guess I should be going home," he said.
"Do you think you could leave it in me for a while? It still feels good. I would love to have you get hard and do this again in another twenty minutes. Are you interested?" I asked.
"It might take me thirty minutes to recharge," he replied. "Is that a problem?"
"I think that is officially classified as an opportunity," I said.
With his cock safely embedded in my ass, we talked. Luke was a big, bruiser of a man, but he was timid sexually. His ex-wife had convinced him that his big tool was a liability not an asset. I was in the odd position of being the first person he had fucked who had enjoyed it. I enjoyed it greatly and I told him so. I also squeezed his cock and massaged it with my sphincter. The sexual stimulation encouraged him to be more open.
He had never worked his cock into hole that fit perfectly. I told him he didn't need to fall in love with me as long as his cock and my ass were connected. It was lovely. We spent most of an hour investigating what how many way he could fuck me. All positions were good. I was actually beginning to wear a bit thin, but he noticed that and had a final climax.
He called me the next day to make sure I was okay. He still thought his cock was too big and worried about me. I told him I would like to get together again.
"When?" he asked. I told him I was ready any time he asked. He laughed.
It was late July, the low point of the academic year, but the high point of the public works crews' year. Big Luke was the brains behind the operation. The official head of the department was a pencil pusher, Hamlet Smith. Hamlet didn't know which end of a shovel was the working end, but he was good about bond issues and budgeting. He never interfered with Big Luke and the day-to-day operations of the department. Technically, Big Luke was a white-collar worker, but he pitched in when necessary. This endeared him to the town crew and to the residents.
This year we had a freak storm. A minor hurricane lost its way and wandered onto North Conway. It had lost all of its tropical characteristics, but it encountered a cold front and slowed to a snail's pace. It dumped tremendous rains on the town. The grand total was fifteen inches of rain over two days. While the river that went through the town flooded, but the major problem was the creeks, streams and gullies. Every area that could be interpreted as low lying flooded.
The historic part of the town and the College were fine since they were on high ground. Two trailer parks, a housing for the elderly project and some poorer areas were not. The contents of a large junkyard that had been a bone of contention between the town and its owner for years was swept away and its contents distributed over two miles. The junk turned small bridges into dams. They washed out the bridge and then formed a new dam at the next bridge.
I was lucky and had no problem at all with either the house I lived in now or my Parent's house. I even had electricity, which was sporadic elsewhere. I took in Ellery whose house was on a creek and had eighteen inches of water in it. Rusty and his Uncle lived in a small house with six feet of water. I took them in and they shared a room at my house.
Johnny, the janitor, lived in one of the trailer parks. He had lost everything and he was with Luther at my folk's house. Three friends of his from the park joined them. There tended to be much emphasis on relocating families, but less concern about single men. One of the men at my parents' house had a dog. I was not happy about the dog, but when a man has lost everything he owns, the dog was important.
I was the head of a University committee trying to find housing for displaced students and faculty. I had a dispute with a Vice President who thought we should buy up all potential housing for ourselves. I said we were a part of the community and we should not hog all the vacant housing. The University President came down on my side. That was a good policy and that was a success from a community relations point of view.
The university's food service provided meals for the homeless and volunteers. A number of faculty members and students pitched in. An odd situation developed when it was suggested that the University delay opening by a month or two. The town was dependent on the income from the students. Delaying the opening would potentially double the financial hit of the flood.
The President decided to open on time and told everyone to be ready to rough it. That turned out well. "Rough it!" became a motto for the students. Faculty, students and staff all pitched in.
All was well in my house, but I briefly was a little uneasy with five men and a dog living in my parents' house. There was no need to worry about that. Luther and Johnny ran it like a demanding boarding house. The men were construction workers or laborers and Luther was the job superintendent. The dog was good too.
After a week and a half, the emergency stuff was under control, and all I had to do was get ready for the fall semester. In the aftermath of a disaster, adrenaline keeps you going. It had run down and I crashed. I got home one night at 10:00, had something to eat, and went to bed. I woke up twelve hours later. I called my office and my secretary, Molly Brown said all was well and told me to go back to sleep.
I went to have breakfast or lunch and found Rusty's Uncle Danny, at the kitchen table.
"You look like you need scrambled eggs and bacon," he said. "That is my specialty. Do you want some coffee?" I nodded. Rusty was a short, muscular hairball. Danny was taller. Less muscular and more hairy.
"Have they been able to recover any of your stuff?" I asked.
"Not yet, but the house was sixty-years- old. I doubt there is much left," he said. "I guess I'm lucky in some ways, I didn't have much to lose. Ellery had nice stuff. He is trying to save it. I helped him get some paintings and art books out of his place. The books were above the water line, but the humidity could have ruined them."
Danny had been a short order cook in a Diner and he was fast. Breakfast was an old-fashioned meal with lots of butter and salt. It was good. Uncle Danny was cheerful.
"How is it that you two are living together?" I asked.
"Rusty's daddy was a piece of shit and his Momma, my sister, did whatever he wanted. I tried to help Rusty when I could. He had to get away from home as soon as possible. When he was 16, I said I could use some help with day-to-day costs. He moved in. Rusty had always been a hard worker," he explained. "He was twenty-two when we discovered we shared a taste for men. We aren't lovers, but sometime we pool our resources for stress relief. He told me you two had hit it off." I nodded. "I love to suck," he added.
"We all need a hobby," I said.
"Ellery says that I am not really a sucker; I milk a cock. I do all the work. You don't need to do anything," Danny said. "He liked it. I love cum. The taste is wonderful."
"What if your playmate doesn't shoot off?"
"I can deal with that, but to tell you the truth that doesn't happen often," he said. "Unless there is a medical problem, I always get my man!"
"I am still really tired, but I'm still keyed up," I said.
"Let's go to the bedroom and see if I can relax you?" he asked. We did and it was good. I was too tired to want to have sex, but Danny was true to his word. He did all the work and seemed modestly pleasurable at first. I almost dozed off when I realized I was shooting off. It was in slow motion and was low stress but intensely pleasurable experience. He continued to suck.
I am not normally a passive man, so this was a new experience for me. He wanted more than one orgasm, so I relaxed and let his work his magic. Rusty came home and found us. That didn't bother him at all. He just stripped and fed me his cock.
The group at my parent's house was doing well. Every construction worker and laborer in town was employed. They all had a job and plenty of overtime pay too. As I said, Luther ran a tight ship. They were working long hours and there was no drinking a few six packs every night.
They were also heroes of a sort. They were doing debris removal, clean up and repair. People were desperate for help and they were appreciated for the first time in their lives. Johnny told me they were not noted for being hard workers, but the appreciation seemed to inspire them. It was dirty work, but dirt did not bother them. Since they had lost their clothes, Johnny washed their remaining clothes every night. That combined with a daily shower made them more acceptable to the public.
Johnny knew them and he knew they were members of the club. Johnny is pretty much horny all the time. Some playtime followed the nightly shower. The combination of drinking less beer and having more sex was a success. An orgasm before bed is a good sleeping pill.