A Cabin in the Woods 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 comments send them to winarch47@yahoo.com
Monty became a regular visitor to my studio. As chairman of my art department, he had seemed distant and aloof. He was happy being retired and being free of responsibilities. While he missed late partner, Alonzo, he knew Alonzo had terminal cancer. He thought death was part of the circle of life, not cruel trick of fate.
The mural was progressing, and I was feeling good. I had never been satisfied by things being good enough. I enjoy painting and paint a lot. Good enough was not for me, but I was satisfied with good. Monty thought there was a time when a painting was at it's prime. If you continued to fiddle with it, a painting lost its freshness. He believed that Michelangelo's unfinished sculptures were not unfinished. They were as good as they ever would be.
The sketches I made at the falls, became the Judge's Christmas presents. Monte took some or my paintings and Chet's drawings to a gallery in Richmond. I was surprised when I got a check for $20,000.00 in the mail. Chet got six-thousand bucks along with a note from the gallery owner saying he initially had underpriced his drawings, but assured Chet he would not make that mistake again.
Chet liked Monte, Monte was a nice man and a good teacher. Chet knew about my relationship Monte. Monty asked told me how much he liked Chet.
Monte asked me if I was offended by his sperm enhanced relationships. "I avoided them for forty years when I was teaching," he said. "I'm not into young men, but once and a while I was tempted. I'm old as shit, and what I regard as a young man means under forty. Chet is a temptation," he said. I told him Chet was a man, not a kid. He made his own choices.
Williams was working on a big case and was preoccupied. I finished the mural in July. We planned to install it in late September. William's father's birthday was on October 20, so that became the day for the unveiling. It was a busy time.
William came to see the finished work. He loved it. It was colorful and a bit flamboyant, like his father. From a distance it was almost photographic. There was a surreal aspect to it since the sun rising, reaching its apogee, and setting in a single view is impossible. Close-up it was a riot of colors.
William asked me if it was alright if he came to see me even though the mural was finished. Of course, I said yes. "William, are you able to admit you like sex with men? I'm not asking you to announce to the world you are gay. I just think it will make life easier if you accept that and come to terms with your sexual life?" I replied.
"Have I offended you?" he asked.
I smiled and said, "Not at all. I am afraid you are beating yourself up every time you shoot off in me. You race away," I explained.
"I feel as if I have used you," he said.
"I was hoping you realized I like you and your cock. I can feel your sexual ecstasy when you ejaculate. Feeling and watching a man shooting off excites me." I said.
"I didn't know I could feel that much," he whispered. "I feel guilty when I am with Chet. I'm cheating."
"We are friends and what is inelegantly called fuck buddies. It's a turn on to use your sperm as lube." I said. "Chet told me he likes it. He likes it a lot," I said. A few minutes later we were naked and frolicking. I am not sure that William was capable of relaxing, but he came as close as he could. He went home shortly thereafter.
Monte and Chet had been in the barn-studio. When they saw William leave, they came over to see me. I was still naked on the bed. Nature took its course and we had a near total exchange of sexual fluids. I am not much of a romantic, but I had taken my own advice to William. I relaxed and wallowed in gay sex. there was no plan, no scheme. It was all cock, ass and mouth. It was just three men enjoying sex. In some ways William was a passive participant since the sperm he had injected in my ass was the source of considerable pleasure.
In September, we packed up a truck and took the mural to the courthouse. Barney Jones and his bother Tim were the movers. They were members of the fishing club, but I did not know them well. I was planning to hire specialist in moving art works, but William went to school with Barney.
It turned out the Jones brothers were textbook examples of being smarter than they looked. They had training provided by housewives who didn't want a teacup damaged in a move. The mural was on three five by ten-foot panels. The made a sleeve of non-stick material that covered and protected the panels. Then they used quilt like protection to cover the sleeves. Barney welded a steel frame to hold the panels steady in the truck.
Tim picked the path to the courthouse to avoid potential problems. Since the courtroom was on the second floor, he realized the panels would not fit in the stairs or elevator. He found a window the right size and removed the sash so a lift could get the painting to the second floor. He had a painter ready to repaint the sash in case it was damaged.
The men of the Jones family tended to be beefy, so moving the panels was easy. The wore tee shirts with a new logo for the company screen printed on them. The shirts were the same color as the protective quilts, so it looked good for the local television crews recording the event. The television stories were titled Big Art Comes to a Small Town. It was good publicity.
Monte was helpful in the installation of the mural. He had been the director of the university museum in addition to being the chairman of the art department. He was experienced in installing art works. The courthouse Manager decided to clean the chandeliers in the lobby. They had become dingy. That was due to several inches of dead flies and bugs in the fixtures. He also decided to paint the room and even asked me to help select the color.
The dedication was outside and then progressed inside. The room and the painting sparkled. There were a slew of dignitaries there including many judges. It was always good to keep on the good side of Judge Williams. No one expected to be impressed by the painting. It was overwhelming. One man said it was like a Norman Rockwell on speed.
My life changed dramatically after the unveiling. It got good publicity for me and the town. No one had ever heard of Lake John's, or that part of West Virginia.
I had years of paintings stored in my studio. Monte took charge of my business. He knew half the art dealers between Washington DC and Charlotte NC. He doled out paintings slowly to make sure they didn't glut the market.
I quit my job at the school to paint full time. Chet gave up his job to become my full-time assistant. He was a good artist, and I was teaching him the skills needed for oil and watercolor painting.
Monte bought the farm next door to mine and moved. Judge Williams was appointed to a Federal Court in Washington. This was one step down from the Supreme Court. He still lived locally, but he had an apartment in Washington.
Many things were changing, except for the Lake John's Fishing Club. It was unchanged except for the more open approach to sex. I went to what they called the annual meeting. They re-elected the leaders and talked.
There were some new members. These were friends or relatives of older members. They were mostly sexual playmates. If the club had a motto, it would have been "Fish & Fornicate." There was no official recognition of the motto, but since it was a somewhat inbred group, there was some sensitivity. While sex the cousins was common, that was simple reality. Most residents were cousins to a majority of local residents.
I was not related to anyone, so I became the sponsor of new members, many of whom were close relations to older members. I also was known to have a broader sexual repertoire than many of the older men. Chet told me that the word was that if you want a really good time, hook up with me.
That could have offended me, but I remember being young, inexperienced and horny. Some of the members said sex with me was more erotic, exciting and pleasurable than had been the club standard. Traditionally, there was a sense that if you did it quickly, it wasn't really sex. When you sucked a cock or fucked an ass, you should apologize if you didn't pull away before the orgasm.
Uncles would help a nephew or a friend's boy learn the ropes. The boy was often his twenties or early thirties. There had been a long history of knocking up girls. That had caused serious problems. Some of them thought that sex with men was positively virtuous compared to having a not very loved, love child.
Sherriff Erasmus asked me to help him with a nephew, Rollie. "Rollie is named after Sir Walter Raleigh. The boy needs some guidance. My wife's brother is not into spelling much," he explained. Rollie was twenty-three and was what used to be call plump. He worked as a stocker in the next town. I went camping at the club on a weekday when no one was there. Grant, one of Chet's friends came along. Grant had graduated from a religious college but was now working for his father's accounting firm. Both men were shy and socially inept.
Both men knew that I'm gay. They were firmly in the closet. It was a hot day at the Lake John's Fishing Club. I went skinny dipping. They liked watching that. Rollie got up his nerve, stripped and joined me. He was moderately hairy, and better hung than I expected.
"You have a nice coat," I said.
"Guys at school said I looked like a troll, or Big Foot," he said.
"You were too masculine for the hairless boys," I said. `There is nothing wrong about looking like a man." By this time, Grant got naked and joined us.
"Uncle Erasmus told me you know a lot of stuff," Rollie said. "He said you are a fun guy."
"Did he happen to mention I like sex with guys?" I asked.
"Chet told me about it," Grant said. "I asked him to show me, but he said it was better with a guy who knows more. He said you know more."
We were waist deep in the water and their cocks were already hard. I reached over and stroked their cocks.
"I have two rules. You have to tell me when you are uncomfortable, and you have to promise to not get pregnant!" I said. Both men burst into laughter and relaxed.
"I've watched porn on the web. Do you do all of that stuff?" Rollie asked.
"I'm not sure I've done it all, but I suspect I've done a lot," I said. "I'm not into games. I don't pretend play Sherriff and you are my prisoners. I like heavy duty sucking and fucking. Is that okay with you?" I didn't need to ask. I knew what they would say. I asked what they had done.
"I've sucked some guys at school. I've sucked older guys at rest stops," Rollie said.
"I've sucked some guys at the college library," Grant said. "One guy tried to fuck me, but my ass was too tight to get in me."
"Well, I suck and fuck, top, and bottom," I said. "I like it all."
We got out of the water, dried of and sat on a blanket in the sun. "I was thinking I would suck Rollie's cock. Would you like to suck mine, Grant? We might switch places after a while to keep things interesting." I didn't wait for an answer.
Rollie's cock head was tender, and he shivered when my tongue touched it. An erect cock is like a loaded gun. It was always ready to shoot. I took it slow.
"What if I shoot off?" he asked.
"That's what were are here for, shooting off with a friend," I said.
"Do you think we will be friends if I shoot off in your mouth?" he asked.
"Maybe, maybe not. I can tell you; we will be well on the way to becoming friends." I said. Rollie laughed again.
"It's sweet," Grant said as he tasted my cock, "It tastes good." After about five minutes, we traded playmates. I was sucking Grant as Rollie sucked me. Grant was oozing buckets of precum.
"It is sweet," Rollie said. "Is cum good too?"
"It's thicker but not as sweet," I said. "Feeling a man's cock spasming as he shoots off in my mouth is good for me." Both Grant and I climaxed at the same time. That was rare and I thought of it as orgasms in stereo. We broke apart. Rollie was lying on his back fully erect.
I got up, straddled Rollie, and sat on his cock. He and I moaned as his cock slid into my ass. It was a good fit for me, and good for Rollie.
"Damn, that pretty," Grant exclaimed. "I didn't guess Rollie's cock was so thick."
"Sometimes a tight ass is inspirational," I said. A few minutes later Rollie shot off. He was moaning as he ejaculated.
"I never thought fucking a guy would be so pretty," Grant said. "I could see him twitching as he popped."
The afternoon was a perfect summer day, and we returned to the water. I had a hamper for a picnic dinner. It was a few levels up the food pyramid for Rollie was a peanut butter fan.
"Do you get to fuck me if you fucked me?" Rollie asked.
"That's not a rule, but it often happens," I said. "Some men liked the bottom, others like the top. Even if you are a bottom, once and a while, it's nice for the top to open his ass for the bottom."
"I'm not sure I could for that," he said.
"Fucking is complicated," I explained. "For some men it's show of force. They are the dominant man; you are the obedient one. For others it a mutual massage. He massages your ass and as you ass rubs his cock. For some men your ass is a cum dump. I see it as leaving a love token in you."
"I thought you would get mad at me when I shot off," Rollie said.
"Orgasms are so fast. It nice to leave a souvenir," I said. "When I was younger, it was a little thrill to have a load in my ass, and no one knew I had man seed in me. Were you dumping your load, or giving me a present?"
"I'm not sure," Rollie replied. "I was sort of embarrassed I had lost control."
"When I was younger, I was used to hiding my load as I jerked off. I was afraid my mom would find it," I said. "It took me a while to get used to stress free orgasms. I thought I was the only guy in the world who jerked off."
A little later, I was on my hands and knees taking Grant's cock up my ass. He was careful, but then got excited. Rollie knew not only that Grant shot off; he knew how many times Grant ejaculated. Grant shivered each time he shot off. I fell asleep.
The next morning, Grant's moans woke Rollie up. Grant had snuggled up to me and my cock slipped into his ass. My knob made a direct connection with his prostate. He didn't know what a prostate-penis connection would feel like. It was a pleasant shock for him. He had a nice, tight ass, but while it was stimulating, it wasn't enough to pushed me to an orgasm.
"Damn, that pretty!" Rollie said. That pulled my trigger, and I filled Grant's ass with home made lube. This drained my balls, so we had a quiet morning. It was sunny and warm.
Around eleven, Monte, Chet and Jody arrived. We went swimming, had a picnic lunch and fornicated for most of the afternoon.
Rollie and Monte connected. Rollie's grandfather liked him and was kind and loving. Monte reminded Rollie of his grandfather. They talked and got along well. Monte was not shy and asked if the sex had been good. Rollie told him it was fine, but he was uneasy about taking it in the ass.
Monte said he understood. He confessed he was horny 24/7. He would love to shove his cock in a virgin ass, but his cock was way too big for most men to take. Rollie said he had never seen a cock as big as Monte's. It was beautiful. God must have a sense of humor; they were meant to meet. Rollie's ass fit Monte's cock like a glove. Rollie's ass shrink wrapped itself to Monte's oversized organ. Every movement made Rollie moan in pleasure.
Chet was fucking Grant and I was stretching Jody's ass as I watched Monte and Rollie go at it. Monte shot off first and Rollie had a hands' free orgasm. Grant and Jody went to Rollie and licked the sperm quivering on his gut.
Chet came to me, slid his cock into my ass and had a spectacular orgasm. Everyone was happy and they all knew more about themselves than they knew that morning.