A Chip Off the Old Block 3
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 sold my properties to the men offering eight million. When the record appeared in the paper, my Dad's business was listed as CDC Enterprises, so no one knew I owned the property. Dudley was a good lawyer. Dudley told me that because of his advertising there people trying to get him. He had to be careful with every move he made.
The accountant recommended I diversify, so I had some money in real estate and some in the stock market. I was too busy at the library to pay much attention to business, but that wasn't my accountants and brokers approach. I did pay attention to charitable donations. I mostly gave to local institutions and charities.
While great passions were rare at the club, good sex wasn't. Of course good sex can grow on you, as did friendships, but for most men having sex two, or three times a week is more than many couples are use too. The members were supportive and helpful. Supportive, helpful and willing to have sex at drop of a hat is a good combination.
I was considered to be a young guy. I liked older men, and they liked me. I hadn't really known my father, but my grandfather was a good man. As a child, it seemed that he could knew a lot and could do just about anything. Looking back, that was close to being right.
There seems to have been two schools of though about me at the club. Some of the club's members saw me as Bigfoot. I am not that big and I am not that hairy. Stuart told me that I underestimated both my size and my body hair. He even suggested I could become a side show freak at country fair. I don't look in the mirror often. Some men in the Chandelier and Brie group avoided me as did young men who shave their pubes.
Other men see me as being made up of male hormones and characteristics contained in a hairy container. I am a man and have normal male characteristics, but I don't relax by going to the woods chipping down trees and splitting wood for recreation. I am not a hunter or fisher, and I do not live for the next baseball or football game on the TV. I am a normal rare book librarian. That is not exactly true. I am a rare book librarian, but in this profession there is no normal.
The Sportsman Club was ideal for me in many ways. Grand passions were rare at the Sportsman Club, but good friendships were not. A friendship combined with sex is a good combination.
I know several rare book librarians who have a single focus, such as a single author or period. I tend see books as the records and thoughts of many periods and nations. That was useful working with the new collections. We had to build substantial additions to hold the new collections. The state was urgently pushing getting rid it the books and historical objects in their collection. The university had no place to put them.
Solomon Cohen was a part owner of a large publisher. I asked him if there were any storage areas suitable for books.
"Do I have a deal for you!" he replied. His firm had a large, climate controlled, warehouse. With the advent of digital, it was no longer needed. He said we could rent of buy. I told Julian and the problem was solved. I had nothing to do with negotiating the sale of the warehouse. Both Solomon and the Treasurer of the University were pleased with the deal.
Julian didn't know Solomon well, but they soon became friends and playmates. Julian told me that the Sportsman Club was useful for men with high pressure jobs who needed quick relaxation. An important aspect of the club, was the purely recreational aspect of sex. A lover or partner might have more intense and demanding sex than the low stress, no strings attached playtime at the club. Orgasms are intense, but short. You are relaxed and happy afterward. Meaningless sex can be a blessing if you and your playmates share the same objective: shooting off.
I was working ten to twelve hours a day several times a week. A quick trip to the club provided both intense sexual release and immediate relaxation. Julian and I had similar schedules and problems. The governor of the state liked to make a show and spread confusion. Julian and I were problem solvers. We liked things to be calm and orderly.
Julian and I had limited sexual contact until the expansion project. Julian was a master of bureaucratic skills. He knew how to work system. He knew the exact phase need to reassure and object without ruffling feathers. Julian knew how to let someone know there was a problem, without being obvious.
I have none of his skills, but I see alternatives and options. Julian tended to go for what had worked in the past. He didn't object to alternative solution, but he didn't see alternative. We worked well together.
At the club, I was not his type. He liked more delicate men. His cock was average but his cock head was the size or a ripe plum. Julian was worried about sex with an employee. After several months, asked if he could fuck me. I said sure.
"I don't have much control over my orgasm," he said. I told him that wasn't a problem. It turned out his knob had a degree in prostate massage. It was wonderful. His whole body twitched when he shot off. I was surprised at how much feeling him ejaculating in my ass excited me.
The next time we met, I fucked him. He told me that he thought my cock was too big to fit in his ass, but he wanted to try it. It was almost too big, but once I was in Julian, he all but merged with me. His body was the perfect cock accessory that god forgot include with Adam. It was wonderful. I felt him shivering each time I ejaculated in him.
I must have been more excited that I thought. There were twelve major spurts. Once I shot off in him, we cooled down and the incredible sensations diminished. That was good. It had been erotic and almost too good. I sucked him off and took every drop of sperm he ejaculated. I realized eating his load had almost been as good as breeding him. All was well.
We both new it was special, and intensely pleasurable. We also knew it wasn't life changing. It made no changes in our professional lives.
Club members had little parties for their friends. Members could bring special friends. For the special friends these parties were essentially membership interviews. While a good personality was important, the oral and anal portion of the interview was the high point.
I was often involved in the interviews since I owned the club. I am not a natural joiner of clubs. My work the library occupied my time, and my free time was limited. There is no Association of Obsessive Rare Book Librarians to join. Librarians obsessions rarely coincide.
The Sportsman Club dues make it an elite organization. Some of our member had pals who could not afford the dues, but they had impressive sexual interests and skills. At first a dues paying member paid their way. To say these non-dues paying men were enthusiastic understates the case. Once you were in, you tended to stay in. One might worry that these men were members to provide sex for paying members. They consistently had high sex drives, so they fit in easily.
One Sunday morning Solomon, Roland and Bull had party for new potential new members. It was called a meet and greet. I happened to be there so they asked me to join in. I had just arrived at the club and was what is technically called horny as shit. I joined in.
Solomon came with a younger man, Issac Perelman. He was thirty five or so, a former collegiate swimmer and he was a book designer for Solomon's publishing house. He was in great physical shape. Roland was with a man who only used his first name Gino. He was the head chef for the best Italian restaurant in town, the Roma. He was bald, hairy and hung.
Bull came with a guy called Bluto. Bluto was Bull's head of security. Trash collecting and recycling was big business. Organized crime was sometimes involved in the smaller operation. Bull's operation had a top notch research department that specialized in recycling high value materials from old electronics and computers. Bull's partner was a genius in that area. Industrial espionage was a major problem. Bluto was ex-CIA and looked like hired muscle. Bull wanted a safe place for Bluto to play with safe men. Bluto looked like a slightly beaten up muscle man. He had a problem with a bomb at the CIA.
I wasn't into the interview aspect of the get together. I had no problem with sexual gett together with Issac, Gino or Bluto.
Gino came over to me. "Are you the one the Twinks call Big Foot?" he asked.
"No to my face, but I have heard twinks giggling when I walk past," I said. "Do you have a flatering nickname?"
"How does the Abominable Italian sound to you?" he asked.
I smiled. "It's okay, but there are way too many syllables to be a good insult," I said. "It looks as if I could combine sucking your cock and flossing my teeth," I said. "I could combine sex and good dental care!"
Gino burst into laughter and then said, "If you want to try it, I am game. I need to warn you that may balls are fully loaded. There is enough cum in my ball to be the soup course, if you like to swallow." "I love home made soup," I replied as I dropped to my knees. I sucked his foreskin into my mouth and worked my tongue into the puckered tip. Gino's cock expanded to the size of a beer can. As I sucked I began to taste his sweet precum.
Roland tapped me on the shoulder. "Don't hog him. I would liked to taste the cock a the best Italian cook in the city." I pulled away. When I turned around, Bluto's cock was almost in my face. Bluto was very muscular and very pale. The only color on his body was pink tits and his lavender cock head. It was a beautiful color. I liked it before I took it into my mouth.
"You like my knob?" he asked.
"I sure do," I replied. "It's beautiful, and it tastes good too."
"Bull told me you are a good bottom. I love to top," Bluto said. "It's too big for most guys."
I looked up at him and said, "I love a challenge."
"Why don't you get on your back. I like to watch a guy squirm," he said. I began to regret my I love a challenge comment.
"Bull told me you look liked Big Foot," Bluto said. "That's a look I like. Looking at you close up, I like just about everything about you."
Fifteen minutes later all was well. Bluto's cock was a good fit for me and a dream come true for him. He used a lot of lubrication and took his time. I found a new understanding about the flexibility of my sphincter and the capacity of my ass.
Bluto had never achieved full penetration without hurting the bottom. My sphincter could even grip his cock so it massaged his tool. While it didn't exactly hurt as it went in, it was tight, but after a few minutes my ass adapted to the new visitor and all was well. When Bluto pulled out, Issac took up a position at my ass licking Bluto's sperm drool.
When he pulled away he asked if he could fuck me. "I've never fucked a used ass. I have a feeling I would like it," he asked. I said that was okay for me.
His cock wasn't small except in comparison to Bluto's tool. It was surprisingly pleasant for me and it greatly excited Isaac. He had impressive orgasm when Bull slipped his cock into his ass. Isaac moaned each time each time he ejaculated.
We played for almost an hour until we were all drained and smiling. Isaac, Gino, and Bluto all became members of the club. Judging a man on his sexual prowess came be a poor way to evaluate a man. In this case it was successful.
I later found out that my role in the "interview" was admired. Solomon, Bull and Roland were members in good standing, very good standing in the club. My acceptance of the three new member confirmed their personal judgment. Bull later told me that both me and my asshole went the extra mile. Bluto was an important man in his business. He told me he admired my anal capacity. That comment could be misunderstood, but I think it was a genuine compliment.
The next week was a nightmare as the Governor sent off a convoy of trucks with books and artifacts to the university. He didn't tell us they were on the way. Luckily Solomon's ware house had shelving and was air conditioned. His employees were still on site. Julian hired them and then rounded up more than 300 students to work in shifts to get the books on the shelves.
Their were four State Library Staff members with the trucks. Dr. Fielding Lewis, the former assistant director, Dr. Emma Smith, the curator of the museum, Thomas Monroe, who had run the information desk and Roger Green, the former Senior Special Services man. They had all been fired the night before. They were all helpful and were hired by the University.
Roger Green was known as Rabbit. He was short, very muscular, had a deep voice and a natural leader. Special services meant relocating books and artifacts from place to place. He had a system that put all the relocated books in a place where they could be found. He quickly bonded with Solomon's employees and with the students.
He told them how to carry weight without injuring their backs, and had a ratio of body weight to book weight which kept injuries to a minimum. He had a speaker system the played march music that set a common pace for the students. There was a half day of confusion that resolved itself into a steady pace. One of the music majors reworked the Alma Mater to fit the pace and a TV station filed them singing as they took books to the new shelving.
The athletic department sent their athletes to help with the heaver objects. Everything was safe in the warehouses in two days. Local restaurants provide food and drink along with the cafeteria. High school students joined in.
It was PR gold. It got national media coverage and the University looked great. Our PR department fed friendly media outlets with stories about the state disposing of important historical documents and artifacts, and the University came to the rescue.
Admissions applications and donations increased by a third the next year. Everyone looked good except for the governor. He made an unconvincing statement that he had sent notifications to the University about the move, but the notification was lost in the mail. It was just a mix up in the mail.
The senior staff from the state stayed with the president, or with Julian. During the transfer Rabbit Green stayed in my guest room. He did not seem to require much sleep. When the transfer was over he slept for 12 hours straight. It tuned out that he was homeless. Some time in the late 19th century the state built a house next to the state library to house a guard. He lived there and when he was fired, he lost his home.
I had room, so I offered to let him stay with me until he found a place to stay. He had tons of stuff to do in the warehouse, so that was fine with him. He had been at my house for two weeks when he ran into me. He was naked on the way to the bathroom and I wa leaving the bathroom naked. He was wearing a towel around his neck. Because of he height difference he was all but face to face with my cock.
"Ops, we're all guys here," I said.
"Is that fucker real!" he exclaimed.
It seems that cocks seem to respond to any excuse to get hard. Rabbit and my cock engaged in a race to get fully erect.
"I'm embarrassed," I said.
"I wouldn't be embarrassed if I sported that thing," Rabbit replied. "I guess it's either an embarrassment or an opportunity." He leaned close and all but swallowed my entire cock.
"Let's relax a little and have some fun," I said. Rabbit was five feet three. He wasn't a dwarf; he was just short. He was muscular, and had a barrel chest. His cock was larger than I expected. I thought that was due to his height; it just look large. I soon realized that was not the case; it was seven plus inches.
I also realized that Rabbit was not entirely virgin. He told me he liked to top, and asked it that was a problem. I told him that was not a problem. Fifteen minutes later I had a sense that his cock had been made for my ass. It was easy to take and Rabbit had incredible stamina. The final explosion of sperm was beautiful. It was a good for him as it was for me.
He then sucked me to completion and treated my orgasm as a gourmet's taste treat. He loved it.
Afterwards he told me that the last six months had been a nightmare at the state library. No one knew what the Governor was going to do. The head librarian and his top assistants had been fired and there was a chance he would sell the books and artifacts. That would require returning many of the object to the original donors or their heirs. That could take years and millions in legal fees.
Staff was leaving in droves, doubling the work load of the remaining staff. The trucks were loaded by inmates of the state pen. He told me that working with the students at the University was a breeze for him. He hadn't needed to worry about homemade weapons.
Rabbit had a long term relationship with a library cataloger. He had died a year earlier, and he was recovering from that when the governor began his attack on the library.
He asked if I was okay when he fucked me.
"It was a lot more than okay," I replied.
"Some guys think they night catch something from me," he said.
"I think I am unlikely going to catch a case of being small from you." I replied. "I'm not 100% virgin. I felt something special when I felt you cumming in me. I don't think it was love, but it's a lot more than like."
"I'm not in love, but I would like more than a one night stand," Rabbit said. "Friends with benefits?"
"Would it be tacky to ask if those benefits were ejaculated from your cock?" I asked.
"Damn, you're a fucking mind reader!" Rabbit replied.