A Chip Off the Old Block 4
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!
The Governor was a man of mystery. The public was evenly split between those who thought he was an idiot, and those who thought he was just pretending to be an idiot. Some thought he was a mentally deficient fool. I thought he was plain old crank.
After two or three months I was use to the new work load at the library. I am generally well organized so things worked out. Rabbit and I became friends. Rabbit was close to being hyperactive, so in addition to his work at the library, he helped to clean up, do yard work and cook at my house. My hours and his hours did not coincide often, so connecting sexually was irregular but intensely pleasurable.
Marco and Wolfgang ran a tight ship, and there were no problems at the Gentleman's Club. I periodically connected with Julian. Sex at the club was mostly in full view of any members present. I was fine with that, but it was more difficult with men I was attached too. It seemed too intimate, especially during orgasms. While "letting it all hang out," is often a good practice, "letting it all hang out," in a sexual situation is very different.
Wolfgang told me that he once had the same problem. "I don't know if you were brought up in a fundamentalist, Christian family. For me, damnation was always moments away. The smallest slip, or misstatement meant perpetual hell," he said. "My parents talked about the Bible, but their bible was a list of Old Testament sins. Forgiveness was for the weak. There was none of the "do unto others as you would do unto yourself stuff," he said.
"I discovered sex with men all by myself. Evil men did not entice me into a life of sin. I ran into a naked man swimming in a pond. I joined him and nature took its course," he continued. "We discovered sexual pleasure together. I knew that nothing that good could be evil and sinful."
"That is why you are here at the Gentleman's Club?" I asked.
Wolfgang laughed. "You do have a way to make a long story short," he said. "The more I did, the more I liked it. You have noticed I am a big muscular man. I was fully grown by the time I was sixteen. No one could force me into anything. The more I did, the better I liked it. I was a little confused that men liked to be fucked. When I tried being a bottom, it all became clear to me."
"Sex isn't just an added attraction to life; it is the basis of human life, as is the case with every animal on Earth," he said.
"Librarians don't spend much time in biology class," I said.
Wolfgang laughed again. "Just think of the Gentleman's Club as a research laboratory for exploring sex. Every orgasm means something. You get to give and receive pleasure with your fellow researchers. You may think of it as a recreational activity, but your body knows the objective is the orgasm. Sex without an orgasm is like a birthday cake without the candles. Many men are so up tight, they want to hide the orgasm. We should rejoice in it. The men at the club know that. The orgasm is pure pleasure. It to be shares and celebrated."
Julian's life had a major shake up. His wife was recruited to be the President of newly founded college. Being in on the creation a new college was a once in a life time chance for her. Julian was in charge of the massive expansion of the library and new museum. They liked each other, so they agreed that she would take the presidency of the new institution, and Julian would stay to complete his work at on the library. Julian told me she deserved the opportunities open to her at the new school. He could complete his obligations to our library. There were both satisfied.
Not having a resident wife eliminated Julian's social obligations. The Director of Advancement, the slightly devious renaming of the fund raising department, was more than willing to help him. The director, Jane Thomas, was socially skilled, out going, successful. Somehow she managed to get major gifts and the donors were unaware of her role.
Julian came to see me after his wife went off to the new school. He knew Rabbit, but he didn't know Rabbit had sexual skills. Julian was dazzled. The three of us had a great time. My house was a good meeting place to discuss things privately before he discussed it publicly. He also liked to chance to connect with Rabbit and me.
Julian mentioned the Gentleman's Club to Rabbit. Rabbit would be perfect for the club, but there was a worry. Most of the men at the club were loaded. I didn't think of myself as a wealthy man, but my bank account said otherwise.
Julian spoke to Rabbit about the club. He explained it as a plain old, unadulterated sex club. Everyone was anonymous, and conversation about business was not allowed. Rabbit ask what sort of conversation was allowed.
"Weather, sports, and miscellaneous subjects," Julian explained. "Sex is a popular subject. A breezy, `I am horny as hell," is a conversation starter."
Rabbit laughed. "I assume that mentioning that I have an itch in a hard to reach place is understood?"
"You assume correctly," Julian replied. "You need to be careful about that particular statement. There is a risk of being trampled by the mob of men rushing to help you out. The men at the Club are all regularly tested. The byproducts of a Club member's orgasm is edible. Members are expected to give and receive."
"You know another member of the club, Will," Julian said.
"He's not the sort of man I thought was into clubs," Rabbit observed.
"You are right about that. His father owned the club. Will inherited it. He technically owns it," Julian said.
"Will seems like a regular guy," Rabbit said.
"That's because he is a regular guy," Julian said. Julian and I took Rabbit to the club Saturday morning. The regulars were welcoming and affable. Wolfram seemed to immediately bond with Rabbit. Wolfram was a foot taller than Rabbit, but they were equally muscular. Wolfram was gym muscular and Rabbit's muscles were due to hard work. Wolfram knew the difference and that made Rabbit more attractive. Wolfram took him on a tour of the facility and they were still getting along well when they returned a half hour later. There was a small bead of cum on the tip of Rabbit's cock.
Several members had seen Rabbit interviewed on TV moving the books from the state library. Rabbit was direct and straight forward. Rabbit oozed common sense and had a "let's just get it done" attitude. It was a warm day and he his shirt was bonded to his body by sweat. You could tell he was built even if you had an old television. Then men remembered him.
He met Roland, Bull, and Bluto. They hit it off. As the former owner of what was now the rare book warehouse Roland had been helpful during the move and he had worked with Rabbit. I was surprised to see Rabbit's cock exploring Roland's ass.
Back at home that afternoon, we talked about the Club. "Everyone there seemed friendly,"Rabbit said. "Was that because I am new meat? Is everyone there loaded?"
"To be completely honest, I have a strong sense that cock size played a role in the member's mind. There are some who are into beautiful young things. Other like more manly men. If you are into men, not boys, you cover all the bases," I said. "You are manly, hung, and affable. For many of the members that is a home run."
"They aren't into my mind?" Rabbit asked, laughing.
"You met Roland loading books in his former warehouse. You impressed him," I said. "He's careful about who he lets in his ass. You were in deep. Did you shoot off in him?"
Rabbit nodded. "He seemed to like it."
"For Roland taking his load is as close to accepting your proposal of marriage as he gets," I said. Rabbit looked shocked. I smiled. "Don't worry, for him marriage lasts only so long as your cock is in his ass. It is not a lifelong commitment." Rabbit looked relieved. Rabbit became a regular at the Sportsman Club.
I met with the architects to work on the design of the additions to the library on Friday afternoon. The Architect in charge, Lewis Sandy, was an executive type who was worried about prompt payment and a the schedule. The job captain, Randall McMillan, handled the architecture. As soon as Sandy left for another meeting, we got down to business. Randall showed Julian, Jane Thomas and me several alternative schemes. They were all acceptable. Scheme three had two wings flanking the existing library, a rare book wing and a museum wing. It looked the best to me.
Jane spoke up in favor of the two wing scheme. "I need to make it clear, I am a fund raiser, and have no architecture skills at all. There is no reason to consider my opinions on architecture. As a fund raiser the two wing scheme provides additional naming opportunities. We have several major donors who are interested. A wing with a naming opportunity is more attractive to donors. Julian and Will are the decision makers. What ever you do, don't do anything non-functional or stupid due to a fund raising potential." Our opinion of Jane rose as she spoke. Randall said he would develop the two wing scheme. Ten days later we had another meeting. The developed scheme was exciting and handsome. The wings were similar but individual. Book storage is best windowless, reading rooms are not. Museums have entirely different lighting requirements. The wings were clearly related but harmonious. Randall said he had one major problem with the delivery docks and storage. I called the man in charge of those areas, Rabbit, and asked him to join the meeting.
Rabbit explained the utilitarian guts of the building. Rabbit was straight forward and the problems were clear. The loading docks were in the original building, and were difficult to connect to the new wings. Rabbit said that the existing docks were poorly designed and hard to access. They had been designed to serve large tractor trailers, but now served delivery vans. Rabbit suggested a new dock with a modern turning radius, docks for vans, and a wide utility `street' connecting the new wings with the original building would be desirable. Jane loved the presentation. This sort of attention to detail impressed donors.
We scheduled a meeting the next week on Friday. Randall developed Rabbit's plan and had resolved the loading dock problem. It was a simple and direct solution for the expanded library. Julian was at the meeting and said we would present it to the President. Randall said he wanted to refine it. Julian explained that he wanted to present it early enough so the president thought he could make changes. "He will be happy about that."
A week later, the presidential meeting was a success. Randall hadn't changed the designs, but produced beautiful drawings. He called the quick sketches. The president was impressed and approved.
I hadn't noticed that Rabbit and Randall had exchanged the secret gay hand shake while they worked on the utilitarian aspects of the design. Rabbit told me that Randall was gay, was semi-virgin and had never been in a threesome.
My finely tuned mind jumped to some obvious conclusions. My conclusions were entirely correct. After the presidential meeting we went to have dinner at a restaurant to celebrate. We ended up at my house having an after dinner drink. It was late and I suggested that Randall spend the night.
"Will, I am embarrassed but I told Randall that I would like a little fun before bed." Rabbit said. He said he might liked to join in, if it's okay with you?"
"I am always interested in a little sleep aid," I said. "That was a nice way to end a successful day."
"I haven done anything like this except with Rabbit. I'm real nervous." Randall said. "I'm sort of turned on and a bit scared."
"I used to think I was the only guy uneasy about with men. It turns out I wasn't the only one," I said. "I was shocked when I sucked a cock and the guy sucked mine. I was shocked the first time a man sucked me off and swallowed my load. I was even more shocked when a man let me fuck him and begged me to shoot off in him."
"Some guys take it slow. Some guys jump into the deep end of the sexual pool as soon as they meet you. It different strokes for different folks," Rabbit said.
"I can tell you that once you've tried it, it's hard to stop," I said. "Some of sex is emotional, but some is just nature. When a man is sucking your cock it basically feels the same if he is with a stranger or an old friend. An erection is not a proposal of marriage and a mouth full of sperm is not a wedding ring!"
"It's been a long day, I need to shower. Would either of you like to join me? I asked. A minute or two later we were in my shower. Randall was tanned all over except where he wore swimming trunks. He had a hairy chest. He was in shape but was just beginning to add middle age weight.
The shower was a total success. You are always naked in a shower. For many men, the shower is the only time you touch your cock for any other reason than aim. Randall was uneasy, but since Rabbit and my cocks were semi erect, his cock did the same. He was uncut, and his cock head pushed through the enveloping skin. A minute later we were all erect.
Randall look down and saw he was erect and said, "Sorry about that."
"You cock knows what it wants," Rabbit said. "Follow its lead!" He dropped to his knees and began to suck. Randall moaned. I have always thought that good sex teaches itself. That was certainly true of Randall. Rabbit and I were not aggressive and we let nature take it's course.
As Rabbit sucked Randall, I lubricated my cock and nudged into Rabbit's ass. He was used to that and as Randall was watching, he observed a lesson in good fucking technique. I pulled out before I shot off and traded places with Rabbit. I sucked Randall as Rabbit fucked me.
I could tell that Randall was getting close. I knew Rabbit well enough to know he was close. Randall moaned when he flooded my mouth with sperm. That triggered Rabbit so we had a well coordinated double orgasm. I took every drop spurting from Randall's cock. Somehow I had a suspicion that Randall was a neat and orderly man, and swallowing his load made for no mess and left no evidence of his orgasm.
We went to bed, but since the meeting had been on Friday, Saturday morning provided an opportunity for a second session. Randall had relaxed since the night before and all was well. At breakfast Randall said it wasn't scary. It had been too exciting to be a problem. "Did you guys like taking my load as much as I liked shooting it? I got turned on big time watching you guys fuck too."
"I sure did," I replied. "A cock is a loaded gun. It shoots off when it feels the need. You rarely can control it. The balls are filled with sperm. The cock is a high speed highway connecting the sperm filled balls to it it's objective. The first time I took a guy's load, I thought I was a sticky mess."
"What do you think it is now?" Randall asked.
"Some times it's a reward for a job well done. Sometimes it's a liquid kiss," I said. "Some times it transmits a man's excitement and passion," I added. "The first time I took Rabbit's load I thought, this guy is really into it. I was also surprised that I could please a man so much."
"You may be surprised that Will enjoyed feeding me his load too," Rabbit said.
Randall smiled and said, "I guessed that."
Somehow, ten minutes later Randall had eased his cock into my behind, and Rabbit had introduced his cock head to Randall's prostate.
"It's strange to be getting close to an orgasm in the ass of a man I barely know," Randall whispered.
"We can work on that over the next few months," I said.
"Damn it, I'm shooting already," Rabbit cried. A few seconds later Randall celebrated the 4th of July with fireworks as he transferred the contents of his balls into my ass. It was a sexual grand slam for all three of us. We all slept well that night.
"I don't know exactly what happened last night." he said. "I only know I want to do it again."
"It's hard to find the right words to describe an orgasm," I said. "If you could think during the orgasm, you might think of something, but rational thought is not part of a sexual climax." Both men laughed.
When Randall went home on Saturday afternoon, his fears about gay sex had diminished. He was feeling good about himself.
Things calmed down as the architectural plans for the library additions progressed. Randall was well organized and presented plans and questions in an orderly way. Jane's fundraising efforts were progressing well. She was perceptive and good with people. She had a sense of what would inspire donations.
I was able to get to the Gentleman's Club one or two times a week. Marcus and Wolfgang ran a tight ship. The members understood that any sort of irregularity or scandal would be a disaster for the club and potentially the members. No one wanted that. We had several doctors and other medical personnel as members. They tended to help some of the older members deal with medical problems.
Technically, the Club was an extended orgy. Sex was everywhere, but it wasn't frantic or crazed. When you visited the club, you knew sex was available. The Club was stress less compared to going to a gay bar and hunting for a trick. For some older men watching was a good alternative to sex. It was like watching a gay video being made with real men, not actors.