A Chip Off the Old Block 2
Bald Hairy Man
This is pure fantasy. If you are offended by stories about gay men and gay sex, or if you are under age, DO NOT READ IT. It is not a guide to safe sexual techniques. It does not depict real men, or real situations. It does not depict necessary safe sex practices. Fantasy characters can do anything they want, real men can not!
I knew I wanted to take Wolfram's cock up my ass. Some how I hoped it would happen later that day. A little later Julian came over to us.
"It's unusual to see you here on the weekend," Wolfram said. "Is this a special event?"
"My wife is out of town going to a baby shower for her favorite niece. I just watched her plane take off for Boston," Julian said. "When the cat's away, the mice will play." He glanced at my semi erect cock. "Have you boys been playing?"
"Not yet," Wolfram said.
"Will, your father was a generous bottom. He opened wide to let you in and then clamped tight to hold you in. I miss that."Julian said. "He often shot off as I came in him. I sometimes thought half of his body's weight was sperm. It was beautiful."
"You don't look like him except for the body hair. Your cock is almost double the size," Julian mused. "I wonder if your ass is like his."
I laughed. "I have never heard of inheriting your dad's rear end," I said.
A stocky man came over to us. "Will, let me introduce Roland. He was another close friend of your father," Julian said. "Roland this is Will, Carlo's son and the new owner of the Sportsman Club." We shook hands.
"You don't look like your father, except for the body hair. If anything you are a bit hairier. Damn you are good looking. He said your mother was beautiful," he said. "He was a good friend." I sort of stared at him.
"You are dazzled by the red hair?" he asked.
From a distance I thought he was sunburned. He was covered in curly orange-red hair. It was almost glow in the dark.
"It is distinctive," I said.
Roland laughed. "You are a diplomat. Most people ask it it real, or if I had an accident," he said. "I told one guy I was involved in a nuclear accident. Your father and I got along well. I look like a freak, but he gave me a try. He told me my cum wasn't orange flavored."
"I didn't know he had scientific interest," I said.
Roland bellowed in laughter. Roland owned a clothing store named Roland's Menswear. His store did alterations. That was all but unique. It was upscale and the clothes were perfect for big and small men who didn't fit standard sizes.
"Several men and I usually get together around 9:30 to chat and have some fun. Would you like to join us?" Roland asked. "We are friendly and affable."
"It would be more correct to say their friendly affability is liberally mixed with sperm," Julian said.
"Julian, you are not the right man to complain about that," Roland said. Both men burst into laughter. They walked off.
Wolfram came up to me with two men. "Will, I would like you to meet Silas and Johnny-Boy. They are our oldest and most faithful staff members. Silas was fifty or so, thin, hairy and nicely hung. Johnny-Boy was thirty or so. He was a slightly over the hill, surfer boy. He was tanned, fit and still a bit boyish. They were waiters, and Silas was a bar tender when needed.
"I'm sorry your dad died. He sort of saved my life when he hired me," Silas said.
"I had no idea of this club and his role here," I said. "I appreciate your kind words. I didn't know there was a bar."
"It's not a real bar. It's for special occasions and events. If it was a real bar, I would be the last man you would put in charge of it," Silas said. "Some one will eventually tell you I had a problem, a real problem."
"Silas is a jack of all trades. He worked in a sandwich shop too, so he can handle slow days," Wolfram said. "Johnny-Boy is a life guard. He is really popular with the members."
"I have discovered that if your eyesight isn't as good as it used to be, I am still a hot property," Johnny-Boy said. "A lot of the members like me."
"Johnny-Boy has perfected the art of maintaining a firm to semi-erect cock when he is the lifeguard," Wolfram explained. "He is always alert and on duty, but many of the members admire him, and his cock."
I laughed and said, "Everyone needs a skill."
"If you are interested me and Johnny-Boy I would be glad to demonstrate our skills," Silas said. I told them I might take them up on that later.
Wolfram and I continued to wander around the club. "Silas is the kind, loving father Johnny-Boy never had. Johnny-Boy was a lost soul. They are good men. I told them that Roland asked me to a chat about having some fun.
"Roland gives the impression of a good old boy. He is well respected and very successful. His friends are the same. It would be good for you to meet them," Wolfram said.
"Am I right in thinking that meeting them is more than a handshake?" I asked.
"You have realized this is a sex club?" he asked.
"I think I have figured that out," I said. We both laughed. I added, "I know I own the place, but is it possible that you and I might have some non-work related fun?"
"I am always professional," Wolfram said. "I do have one weakness. Once my cock enters a willing ass, I become sex-crazed and forget to be professional."
I smiled. "That is an admirable weakness," I replied.
"My cock is big," he said. "If your ass had a little more experience, it might be more comfortable for you and me." He took me to meet with Roland.
Roland was with a mix of older and middle aged men. He was the perfect host and introduced me to his friends. I recognized some of them. Andy was a stock broker and the head of the University finance committee. Jonathan owned a local chain of supermarkets. Bull owned a trash service that had become a major player in recycling. I didn't know a plump and short man named Eubank. He spoke carefully as if each word was important. We made polite conversation until Eubank dropped to his knees and began sucking me.
"Eubank, you know you are supposed to ask before you lick," Roland said. "Will, is Eubank bothering you?"
"Not at all," I replied. That seems to have marked me as a good sport. Fifteen minutes later Roland was in my ass and I was sucking Bull's cock. Bull and Roland were kissing. Bull's cock was drooling precum and his ball were laying on my eyes.
As Roland began to shoot off in my ass he cried, "I just got to heaven!"
When he pulled away, Bull pulled away too. "I love fucking a cum filled ass," he whispered.
"Does does that make a mess?" I asked.
"There is only one way to find out," Bull said. "Andy likes used sperm warmed by a tight ass. He will take care of any drool."
Bull was a skilled top. Was relaxed and almost casual as he eased his cock into my as. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew when to stop and take a rest and when to push deeper. I was not too aware of the anatomy of the ass, and no one had ever mentioned the prostate as a sensory organ. I would have been shocked if the feelings had been less intense. His cock head and my prostate were made to be together. When he shot he ejaculated the first volley deep in me. He pulled out for each of the following ejaculations, so my entire ass was coated in his sperm.
When he pulled out Bull took his place. Bull was a lover. His cock seemed to grow as he pushed deeper. Apparently he fucked me for fifteen minutes or so. I was too out of it to do anything other than feel the pleasure. I did feel him shooting off.
I must have fallen asleep. Ten minutes later I woke and Wolfram was in my ass.
"You made some friends this morning," Wolfram said.
"Did they all fuck me?" I asked.
"No, they didn't want to wear you out," he said. "You are in my room now. You had no problem with my cock if your moans meant anything."
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.
"I liked the experience and I liked you," he said.
I didn't exactly know what was going on, but suddenly, Eubank's head appeared. He had been licking the sperm drooling from my ass. I was going to tell him that wasn't necessary. Eubank had a smile on his face and eating used sperm from an ass was not a problem.
I realized I had a university function to go to in the later afternoon, so I went home to get ready. It was a big secret, and this was to be a surprise. I was feeling a little lightheaded, so I assumed it would be okay no mater how uninteresting.
It was a big event. The President of the University announced that two major collectors were giving their rare book libraries to the university. One specialized in American literature, and the other in English literature from Chaucer and Shakespeare to 1800. These were important collections. He also announced that the State Library was to become purely an archive of state documents. Their entire collection of books and artifacts were to be given to us.
The governor had been threatening to throw the stuff out. The University came to the rescue. We were known for football and basketball. These gifts provided a higher academic focus, and that was good for the school as well as the University saving the state heritage.
I didn't know where that left me. I might get a promotion, or I might be replaced. I didn't know if any thing had been planned, or if planning was to be done starting now. I didn't have a chance to speak with Julian, but that was best saved to later. He was overwhelmed with attention now.
I went home. While it was my childhood home, it seemed empty and cold. I thought it was a mental reaction to the days events. I discovered there had been an electrical outage and the heat pumps had not restarted. I flipped a switch and it came to life. I wanted to go somewhere warm and comfortable.
A half hour later I was at the Gentleman's Club. Mark greeted me at the door, and soon was at the pool. It wasn't crowded, but there were a good number of members. I ordered a sandwich and a coffee. A few minutes later Silas delivered a tray to me. The sandwich was a plain old ham and cheese, but it was well seasoned, and the roll was freshly made and warm.
I was surprised that having Silas delivering it naked was unexpectedly titillating. His cock was in sucking distance. I didn't suck it, but I was briefly tempted.
Two older men came over to me. "We were told you are the new owner of the club. Can we join you?" one of the men asked.
"Of course," I said. "I am Will DeCorso. I am surprised to be the new owner. I didn't know the Club existed not to mention that I owned it."
"Are you shocked or pleased?" One of the men asked. He looked a little startled. "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Solomon Cohen, and my friend is Stuart MacTavish. We were charter members of the club."
"Are you associated with Cohen Publishing?" I asked.
"I am retired now, my father and uncle founded the press," Solomon said. "Stuart is a lawyer for the high and mighty."
"Is Dudley still your lawyer?" Stuart asked. I nodded. "I've had a few run ins with him. He was unexpectedly reasonable. You wouldn't guess it from his adds. By the way, I like men who look like men. Some of the younger men call us the gruesome twosome. If you have any interest in making us a trio, you fit the bill."
Both men were hairy. Stuart was tall and slim. His body hair was turning white. Solomon was five ten and solid. His chest was covered in curly black hair.
"Do I meet the admission standards for your trio?" I asked.
"I rather think you do," Solomon said as he looked at my cock. "I have a strong suspicion you have a few inches more than is required."
"What are the actual requirements for you group" I asked. "Do you have regular meetings? Are there dues?"
"This may shock you, but our little group is interested in sex in general and sperm in particular," Solomon said. "When I was your age I knew I was gay, but so uptight I was almost incapable of action. As I got older, I relaxed some. Stuart introduced me to his group. I met your father, and he solved the problem."
"A routine of sucking and fucking with different men was what I needed. He said our cocks were like a baseball pitcher's arm, regular use and practice was essential. Getting comfortable with sex made it pure. Your playmates came to know you and know your body. We want total penetration and completely drained balls."
"If you happened to be born again, in the Bible the sin of Onan is spilling his seed on the ground. Obviously if someone intercepts the sperm and swallows it is no sin!" Stuart added. "Shooting into a warm ass is an alternative."
"Is this in the Ultra-Revised Standard translation of the Bible?" I asked. Solomon and Stuart laughed.
"It came to me in a vision," Stuart said. "Seriously, we are into taking cum fresh from the cock. It can be delivered into the mouth or ass. We always swallow."
Silas came over and said he was going off duty and if we wanted something, now was the time to asked. No one needed anything. I noticed that Silas and Stuart exchanged winks. I suspected that Silas was a member of their group. I assumed a trio could become a quartet with ease.
My ability to resist temptation is limited. We went to an alcove at the rear of the pool. It was where the band played for fancy parties back when it was a less specialized club. There was a continuous bench against the wall. Another man joined us, Robin. He was an older man too.
I was on my back in the bench caressing Stuart's cock with my tongue. Silas was carefully nudging his cock into my ass. I thought Silas was exploring my ass. After a minute or two I realized he knew exactly what he was looking for. He leaned over me. "I'm supposed to seed you. You are the boss man. It's you choice?" he whispered.
"Do I get to do you?" I asked.
"Shit yes!" he replied as I felt his cock twitching as he filled my ass with his cum. I felt an odd as he articulated. I felt his excitement; his pleasure. Logically I knew that, but feeling his ejaculations was exiting and lovely. With each spurt I felt him relax. His cock and the little brain in his cock, knew exactly what to do. Silas was on automatic pilot. I was there for the ride.
When he pulled out, I felt empty except for the warm glow emitted by his sperm. I was surprised when suddenly Solomon's cock was massaging my prostate. His cock was big, but his cock head was bigger. I moaned.
"At first I thought Silas had more sperm than sense. It seemed to me that wasn't a bad arrangement. He's a smart man in many ways. If you are into organic lube he's still a find," Solomon said. "Are you okay? He pushed deeper. I shivered a little and moaned again.
I got home at two in the morning. The house was warm and comfortable. I worked every other Sunday, and I had this Sunday off. It was a quiet day of rest. I needed it for the next work week. Incredible rumors swirled around the library and the entire staff was in shock. Julian and the president of the university called a meeting for seven that evening.
The president Maxwell Toddy began with an apology. "The secrecy of this announcement was required by the Governor, who wanted make the announcement himself. He decided to speak at a different meeting. The Chief Librarian, Justin Jones, has a preliminary plan to accommodate the new role of the library. This is a huge undertaking and will greatly increase the staff." he said. "I will turn it over to him for more details.
"Let me open by saying no one will loose their job due to the expansion. Some may want to take on more responsibility. That is fine. If you like continuing with your current responsibilities, that is fine too, Justin said. "My plan is a sketch plan, not a final document. You are professionals. Your opinions, thoughts and expertise will be essential to creating a final plan."
"I have tentatively assigned William De Corso, one of our rare book librarians, to work on the rare book gifts. The Senior Librarian is a year from retirement, and he recommended Will for this task."
I was stunned and was almost dazed. He listed other staff members all of whom were good choices. I was pleased that he had the restoration and preservation staff represented as well as a security officer and the senior custodian on the list.
The President finished off rest of the meeting was an academic pep-rally. "I have one bit of information for you. It is secret, so keep it to your selves, but it man help you sleep better. This expansion is fully funded. Donors' have been generous and supportive. You will be the leaders of the university of the future."
I went home feeling good. The next day Dudley Fortune called me and asked if we could get together at my house that evening. He wanted the have private meeting away form his office. I agreed and he asked if 8:00 was a good time. I said yes.
He arrived on the dot and told me his inquiries about selling my father's properties had been successful. I asked how successful.
"I have two offers, on is for the corner lots. One is for eight million. The other is for all the properties for eleven million." he said.
The eight million is from a national chain of service stations with with and fast food. The other is from a dollar store." he said. "The eight million offer wants to keep their interest secret until they make a big announcement. For you information, Edgar Williams, your accountant is uneasy about the dollar store."
"Why is that?" I asked.
"Edgar says it's just a feeling he has," Dudley replied.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"That means he has information that all is not well with the dollar store," Dudley explained. "Since there is a three million dollar difference between the offers, there is reason to be uneasy. There is one other difference. The eight million offer is in cash."
"Cash?" I said sounding like an idiot.
"A bank transfer in reality. The corporation making the offer is most successful."
I told Dudley to say I was interested. Dudley thought that was the right decision. I later realized I no longer would need a day job. My position as Rare Book librarian was my dream job. It was what I had wanted. I wondered how many vacations eight million would pay for. I though a few trips to Europe would be nice