Chip Off the Old Block 5
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!
Things were moving along well at the library. Fund raising was progressing well as were the architectural plans. I was overworked, but I was overworked in a job I loved. Working with rare books is exciting for me. I encountered a problem with the Thomson Collection of English Renaissance Literature.
It was a stunning collection, but my chief cataloger, Millie Darling, discovered several irregularities. The collection included multiple copies of some books. Typically there was a first edition, and later editions that had changes. There were also bootlegged editions, that were essentially rewritten versions that were cheap knock offs of the original. For an obsessive scholar, these variations were of interest. In some cases the second editions had the author's corrections.
As it typical of catalogers, Millie was a bit anal retentive. She found irregularities. These were in the later editions. These irregularities included modern papers, odd watermarks and the wrong typeface.
A first edition might be worth tens of thousands of dollars. A later edition might be worth a few thousand dollars. They are much less valuable than the first edition, but they have value. I am not a specialist in these maters, but Millie knew scholars who were.
The collector, Jonathan Thompson died five years earlier, and his family made the donation in honor of him. When I checked it seemed that Mr. Thompson was very selective in buying books from major and very well respected dealers as well as from other collectors.
Millie said she was not a specialist in rare books, but she could easily spot the problematic book. She felt it was unlikely they had tricked a major dealer. She felt something had happened between Mr. Thompson's death and the donation. I found out that after Thompson's death, his personal curator left and was replaced by another man.
I told Julian about this problem. The collection included over 20,000 books. Millie identified 134 problem volumes. While they weren't major works, they could be easily sold for $1,000,00 to $5,000.00 each. A grand total of $134,000.00 to $600,000.00 is not chicken feed. It was also clever. The first editions were much more valuable and more likely to be examined. The lesser works were easily ignored. In Millie's mind there were no lesser books.
I am not involved in acquiring books. That is done by a committee appointed by Julian of important scholars. When I reported the problem, Julian took charge. A new man joined the rare book team, Henry Dinsmore. He was a fraud specialist. He was an average guy, and had no distinctive features, other than looking pale and almost fragile.
He got along with Millie well. Millie documented each missing book in exceptional detail. Since he wasn't staying for more than a few weeks, he stayed at my house. Rabbit had found a convenient apartment and had moved out so I had room.
Henry was a good cook and that improved dinner. He looked innocuous, but he he was a busy man specializing in forgeries and robberies. The world of rare book is small, and some times the urge to collect overwhelms common sense and legality.
As luck would have it, the shower in his bathroom stopped working, so he had to use my bath. That wasn't a problem since I went to the club a few times a week, and I went to work by seven. Librarians can be casual about getting in by the opening hour. When the boss is there and has made coffee, being late is no longer a problem. Henry and Millie were in their own world of tedious detail and they got along well.
One night I was at committee meeting and got home at ten. I encountered Henry getting out of the shower nude. This may sound strange, but Henry didn't strike me as a man who would be nude. I half thought he was born wearing a wash and wear shirt, slacks and a tie.
"I'm so embarrassed. I though you were coming home later," he said.
"That not a problem. You have nothing to be embarrassed about," I replied. I realized there were two ways to take that comment. Henry took it as a reference to his cock. He had tried to hide his cock with his hand, he moved it exposing his impressive cock.
"We all get the cards god dealt us," he said.
I was going to say something innocuous. Instead I asked, "How big is that thing?"
"Eight." He replied and asked, "Are you a connoisseur?"
"I think I am more of a sincere hobbyist," I replied.
"You need to know, I'm all top," he said.
"I don't think that will be a problem." I said as I dropped to my knees to suck his cock. Henry moaned when I deep throated his tool. I thought he was a cold fish from my professional connection with him. He was responsive sexually.
I was naked a minute or two later. Henry took his time nudging his tool into me. It was big and his cock head was large, but sort of pecan shaped. He knew male anatomy and his knob and my prostate has an intense relationship. After fifteen minutes or so he shot off. He shivered just before each ejaculation. I felt each spurt. He slowly pulled out and we rested.
"This wasn't your first time, was it?" Henry asked.
"I was never good at pretending to be a virgin. Is that a problem?" I asked, adding, "Your cock rubbed some new places." I was on my back and he was toying with my asshole.
"I liked to watch my cum drooling from a recently fucked ass." He said as he worked a second finger in my ass. "Does this bother you?"
"I know some men who like to feltch," I said. "That's not my thing, but my ass seems to like it." His other had was stroking my cock.
"Your cock is a beauty. I've never understood men who hunt for virgins," Henry said. "Fucking a virgin can hurt. It's high stress and my cock doesn't have training wheels. An experienced man can appreciate my cock. They can enjoy a cock an inch or two deeper in their ass. I felt at home in your ass. By the way I do bottom for the right guy. I tell guys I only top to discourage tourists," he said. "I know I'm a cold fish, and I'm not a dreamboat. I want more that just satisfying a guys curiosity."
He moved, straddled my cock and sat on it. He moaned as he impaled himself. He was still for maybe a minute, and then began to bounce. "This is fucking beautiful!" he moaned. His cock had been relaxed after his orgasm, but it was fully erect. I stroked it. I was jerking him off as I fucked him.
I noticed Henry became more attractive with my cock in his ass and with a full erection. We continued for about five minutes before I began to rear load him and he had a spectacular orgasm. My chest and gut were covered in his sperm. We broke apart and showered. He went to his room, and I went to bed. He was asleep when I went to work.
I had a meeting with Julian, Millie and Henry to discuss the progress. Millie had discovered 12 more suspect books. Henry told us he had two potential suspects. One was in New York and the other in England. I asked if they could be working together.
"That's it!" Henry exclaimed. "It's odd that none of these books have appeared on the market in the US. I was only looking at American markets. If there are several players in different countries, they could exchange books. These are not super valuable. A rare first edition would cause a stir. The lesser books missing from the Thomson collection wouldn't be noticed."
Millie had become friendly with Mr. Thompson's wife, Elizabeth. She volunteered to talk with Elizabeth and ask if there had been any problems with husband's staff. Millie had been kind and helpful. Millie said it would be unlikely that Elizabeth would talk with a man she didn't know. Henry was fine with that. He would investigate British and European leads.
Henry flew to New York a day later to check out some leads. He came back two days later a happy man. He had found a connection. A stolen "First Edition" from the Thompson collection was found in London. He had found the dealer who sold it and Scotland Yard knew of the dealer.
Rabbit stopped bye and formally met Henry. Rabbit was involved in re-shelving the Thompson collection to in our libraries catalog system. That was done by students, but Julian noticed that Rabbit had a way with students. Rabbit never used the word valuable in describing objects. They were fragile, delicate or needed special attention. He describe much of crew as good, strong, hard working men. No one dared refer to them as border line or retarded. He was a pussy cat compared to Millie who had strong maternal instincts. She could forgive you for saying something rude to the men, but only after the beheading.
Henry had seen Rabbit around, but didn't know his history. Somehow Henry and Rabbit exchanged the secret gay handshake. I went off to fill the dishwasher, and went I returned Rabbit was sucking Henry's cock.
"I hope you don't mind if we got started without you," Henry said. "Rabbit told me you have no problem with threesomes."
"Did he mention that quartets and sextets are okay too?" I asked.
"A man needs to have some secrets," Henry explained. "I've never done more than a foursome."
"They can be intense. You might get worn out," I replied.
"That is pretty unlikely," he said.
"Hey guys," Rabbit interjected. "I was hoping we might all get naked and go at it!" Five minutes later we were naked in my bedroom. Apparently, Henry was not used to having bear playmates. We had connected but Rabbit's combination of a short, muscular, hairy body activated all of his impressive slutty tendencies. He may not have fallen in love with Rabbit, but he had a massive attack of slut.
Eventually, I was on my back taking Henry's cock up my ass, as Rabbit used his over sized cock to ring Henry's chimes. Since I could see Henry's face react to Rabbit's cock, I had a strong sense that Rabbit's cock was ringing the chimes in Henry's ass.
I was just an accessory to the main attraction for them, so I relaxed and went with the flow. I had some experience with that at the Club, and knew that sex could be both low stress and exciting. In theory, this gave me a chance to watch the men go at it.
Henry's cock had other plans. There was no need to participate. His cock head and my prostate did everything necessary to create and intense sexual outcome. Somehow I knew when Rabbit began to ejaculate I could sense his sperm filling Henry's ass. That pulled Henry's trigger and he flooded the deep recesses of my ass. I shot off.
Cocks obey their own rules, so coordinated orgasms are rare. We were all experienced enough to know that. I knew that I fall in love when I am ejaculating. Rabbit and Henry felt the same sensation. My passion fades with my erection. I had a feeling that wasn't always true of Rabbit and Henry. I fell asleep, but Rabbit and Henry spent the night.
The next morning Rabbit and I went to work early, and Henry arrived at work at nine. All was well.
Maggie had gone to visit Mrs. Thompson, but I had a birthday cake in my office with memo from Maggie explaining it was one of Rabbit's men, Bobby's, 40th birthday. With the cake were plates, forks, cups and four blue balloons. Each was marked with a happy 10th Birthday. Bobby's favorite color was blue.
The instructions were detailed and I knew total obedience was expected. I called Rabbit and told him about it. Millie had be doing it since the men joined the library staff, and the attention excited pleased them. I was surprised when Julian came to the party, with his secretary Eleanor, who was known as the Dragon Lady. She was part of a middle aged women's underground. Had they been born twenty years later, they would have been executives. Like Millie, they had standards.
At the party Julian gave a nice speech welcoming the to the University. He said that in addition to Bobby's birthday, Solomon Cohen, their former employer, arranged that the years they worked for him would be treated as university employment, so their salaries would be increased.
I then brought in the cake and refreshments on a rolling cart and the balloons. That was a total success. Eleanor cut the cake everyone had a good time. Several of our student workers gave Bobby presents of candy and cookies.
That night I had a long talk with Henry. He asked if there were any positions that he might fill at he library. He said he wanted to stay near Rabbit. He was embarrassed about that. I suspected it was hard for him to admit he was in love.
I said I would check. The library had security needs that were the normal pilfering of books. The rare book rooms and the new museum had significantly greater needs for security. Henry had been a librarian before he specialized in stolen books. Our current head of security was 68 years old and retiring. I talked with Julian and the magic of endowments produced and job for Henry. It was called the Special Project Coordinator. The name was intended to suggest a special events planner, not a security function.
At the same time, Rabbit suggested that we take Henry to the Sportsman Club. It seemed to him and to me he was an ideal Sportsman member. I mentioned it to Solomon Cohen and he thought Henry would be a good addition to the membership rolls. While the club had members, there were no membership rolls. Membership was anonymous.
Henry was uneasy about the club. He told me his body wasn't ready for prime time. Rabbit told him not to worry about that.
"With your cock, no one is going to look much higher!" he explained.
On the following Saturday, Henry, Rabbit and I arrived at eight in the morning at the Sportsman Club. Marco and Wolfram greeted us as usual and we went to the changing room. Wolfram stripped with us and Henry like what he saw.
When Wolfram saw Henry's cock he said, "Since you are new here, I will stay close just in case the members stampede to get at your cock!" We laughed and entered to pool area.
There was no stampede, but as I expected, Henry's cock seemed to have a magnetic attraction to the members, It is safe to say that Rabbit, Wolfram and I are not noted for being standoffish. While the early morning members tended to be older, there were a number of early morning joggers in attendance.
Solomon Cohen was there. He had been the major donor who funded Henry's new position. Henry did not know that, but he was friendly to all. While Henry was almost hairless, he had a taste for hairy men. Rabbit and I fit the bill. Solomon was a stocky and hairy potential third. Henry turned from being uneasy to the life of the party in five minutes. While a few of the men were conventionally polite, most were clearly interested in his cock and its potential. Henry was polite too, but his cock got hard. One older man asked, "Is that fucker real?"
Fortunately, Henry could carry on an intelligent conversation as men sampled his cock. He and the club members had a good time. I had a lecture to give that afternoon, so I left.
A week later on Saturday, Rabbit, Henry and I were invited to Solomon's house for lunch. As we drove to his house I wondered if the Solomon substituted sperm for mayonnaise on the sandwiches.
Solomon greeted us at the door and showed us around the house. Solomon lived in what looked liked a quaint cottage, but was much larger than it looked. It was built into a hill side, and you entered on the second floor. The lower level was an informal living area, exercise room.
The main level was a large living dining room and kitchen. A deep bay window provided a spectacular view. The master bedroom and guest rooms were above. The house looked like a one level bungalow. We had lunch and then went to the rec room. It included an exercise area, sauna, whirlpool and bath with a shower big enough for six.
Wolfram and a man I didn't know named Sandy were already there. He introduced us to Sandy. He was Solomon's cook and housemate. Sandy was a good looking man. He was blond, fit and carefully groomed. He was also a writer and play write.
Sandy turned out to be well educated and when we discussed rare books of the Elizabethan period, he was knowledgeable and informed. As a classic English major, he had a hard time finding work until he worked for Solomon's publishing house as a proof reader. He knew about Rabbit's organizational skills. Efficient warehouse operations were rare, and Rabbit ran one of the few efficient operations.
As we finished lunch Solomon told us he had nothing planned, but since he knew all of us, he suggested we go to the exercise room for rest, recreation and fornication. "I was hoping that combining a discussion of great literature with lust and a lot of oral and anal sex might be a good entertainment." he explained.
"Well, I'm sure Christoper Marlowe, Oscar Wild, and Noel Coward would approve," Henry said. There was laughter. We went to the rec room and Solomon pulled the drapes. By the time he turned on the whirlpool, we were naked.
Sandy had a jogger's body, he was covered in curly, blond hair which did not hide his toned body. He went for Rabbit immediately. Henry, Wolfgang, and I went to the whirlpool with Solomon. It was a congenial group, both intellectually and sexually. Henry was a cold fish until you got to know him. I was surprised that he got along with Solomon so well.
While I wasn't surprised that mere suggestion of sexual activity was enough to inspire us. I was a little surprised at the speed and intensity of the sexual reaction. I expected some foreplay and oral sex before the main course of anal penetration. Rabbit's cock opened Sandy's ass effortlessly, and the Rabbit toyed with Sandy alternating prostate massage with deep thrusts.
Henry sat on the edge of the whirlpool. Solomon came over to him and sat back on Henry's totem pole. I hadn't realized that Solomon was that into anal sex. Apparently he needed Henry's impressive cock to inspire him.
Wolfram fucked me. He had fucked me before, but I must have been unusually needy. It was a perfect fit. It was beautiful.