A Quiet Life 2
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 bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
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When I got home, I found a summer job working on an archaeology dig near my house. A new subdivision was going in a field ten miles away. It was believed to be the site of an early settlement of 1630 or so. It was abandoned in 1690, and thus anything that remained would be early, and would provide information on the first settlements.
Officially I was an Archaeological Assistant. In plain English, I was a ditch digger. It was a good experience since it introduced me to the back-breaking part of Archaeology. There was no Indiana Jones adventure or fame involved.
There was one odd bit of adventure. Mr. Wellington, Robert's gorilla type friend, owned the property. He recognized me, and apparently knew about my sexual tastes. On a Friday afternoon, he came by the dig site just as I was locking the site. As the low man on the totem pole, I had to lock up all the tools and run warning tapes around the multiple holes each night. I was the last man there.
"Does Robert Thomas work for you?" he asked.
"He works for my father," I said. "I'm not the boss."
"Robert told me you had seen me there. He said it wasn't a problem?" he said is a whisper. We were alone on the site, so I knew he was worried about exposure. He didn't need to whisper.
"It was no problem at all. Robert has been sort of a substitute father for me. He is good man, and his personal business is not a problem," I said. "He has been a good friend. I would never do anything that embarrasses him or his friends."
"I was afraid you might have seen me in an embarrassing situation," he said.
"I have never seen him or his friends in an embarrassing situation," I replied. "Most of the time they were exciting situations and to tell you the truth they turned me on."
"You were young," he said.
"I didn't exactly know what was going on, but I seemed to know it was pleasurable. I instinctively knew I would like it," I said. "I guess you could say I am open minded."
"I'm an old, stocky, hairy man," Mr. Wellington said. "I am embarrassed being naked."
"Robert likes you. He is a good judge of character," I said.
"I live nearby. Maybe you could drop in for a cool drink?" he asked. I could tell he expected me to say I was busy.
"It's hot day. That would be nice," I said. I followed him home. He lived on a large estate, but he drove to a smaller house.
"My family and the servants are at the summer house at Hilton Head. I live in the guest house. It is silly to operate the big house for one person," he explained. We drank lemonade next to the pool. The guest house doubled as the pool house it was quiet and secluded there.
"Robert told me that you are a swimmer. You are free to use the pool," Wellington said. "It is okay to shinny dip. No one is near."
"Do you skinny dip?" I asked.
He nodded and then said, "I've never done it with anyone else. I'm not much of beach bunny."
"There is a first time for everything. Would you join me?" I asked. He agreed to that. I had remembered him as a fat man. Close up, he was pretty solid, but shaped like a brick and he clearly had no future as a ballet dancer. His cock was uncut and shaped like one of those Eastern European sausages. He was a good swimmer, but he reminded me that Walruses are good swimmers too. We swam some laps and he could keep up with me.
I sat on the edge of the pool. He stayed in the water, with his eyes at my cock level. We talked some and then I played with my balls. I thought this might turn on Wellington. A few seconds later my cock had vanished down his throat. I was thinking that I would complain, but Wellington was a first-rate cock sucker.
Only Rob and Coach Jones had ever sucked me. Wellington had a completely different approach. He took my entire cock and the swallowed. The swallowing action massaged my tool. Wellington had no gag reflex. After he sucked for five minutes or so, he got out of the water.
"Do you want me to suck you?" I asked.
"You don't need to, I am fine," he said. "I'm an old guy. I understand." I slipped into the water and took his soft cock into my mouth. I had sucked Coach Jones' cock, but he had been rock hard. I had never sucked a sheathed cock. He was a mouthful even soft. I sucked the skin in and then worked my tongue into the puckered tip.
Up until that moment, I had been unaware of precum's potential to arouse me. Rob and Jones oozed some just before they shot off. Wellington's foreskin held a banquet of sex juices. I pushed my tongue towards the cock head and found his wide, drooling slit. The slit was wide enough to let my tongue get into the shaft and taste pre-cum, fresh from the balls. A few seconds later he was rock hard and after few seconds more he flooded my mouth with thick, creamy sperm. My tongue had blocked it briefly, but I pulled it back a little and it came.
It was sweeter than Rob's or Jones's semen. It was much more plentiful. I swallowed and more came and refilled my mouth. I had another unexpected sensation. I realized the Wellington and I were friends. Maybe sucking a man and eating the entire contents of his balls is an unorthodox way to make friends, but that was the way I felt.
We talked for a while, and then he sucked me again. He told me that he liked sucking. I shot off and Wellington seemed to think I fed him the caviar of male sperm. He loved it. He talked more. He asked if I had some friends who weren't minors. I said no, and then asked if he had some pals. He said he knew one or two men I might like. It was getting late and I went home.
A week later, he came by the site on Friday again. On most days of the week the crew might work late. Most went off early on Fridays so I was usually alone by 5:30. Wellington asked if I would like a cool drink, and I said yes. He then said he had a house guest and asked if that would be a problem. I said no.
"He is an older man, is that a problem?" he asked. I said no.
"People call me Buddy, by the way. My real name is Nelson Churchill Wellington. My parents were a bit pro-British. Buddy requires less explanation," he explained.
We drove to his house. His family would be at Hilton Head for a month or so. He had cold drinks waiting by the pool. We talked a while, and his guest came out. It was Red Shorter, the man who played the sidekick on a popular TV comedy show. On the show, his red chest hair always peeked out of his plaid shirt. He was the beefy, red-headed man who had common sense and tended to resolve problems created by his whacky neighbors.
He seemed like a big man on TV, but he was much bigger in real life. He was a good six-five and 250 pounds. After the sit-com, he did nature specials. He had caused a stir when he went back to college and got a master's degree in animal biology. Now he did narrations in his trademark gravelly voice. He was in his sixty's and had a stroke. He was wearing a Speedo, and his thick red hair was turning white.
He had a limp and his right side seemed to work better than his left side, but his voice was the same. I told him I had enjoyed his programs, and had loved his wildlife documentaries. "They weren't just pictures of cute animals. The had some real information," I said.
"We tried to have some real meat in them," Red said. "I was trying to promote environmental conservation, not just TV ratings."
"It's hot out here, I want a swim. Red, do you mind if we skinny dip?" Buddy asked.
"I'm good with it all,' Red said. We stripped as did Red. He had no tan line where the Speedo had been. The water was comfortable and felt good. I did a few laps. I hate to admit as sex crazed gay man, I had been so surprised at the non-existent tan line, I forgot to look at Red's cock. He did some slow laps. Again, I noticed he favored one side.
When he sat on the edge of the pool, his cock was on full display. At first it just poked out of his tangled pubic bush. He shook it out and it was six inch, uncut, cucumber sized organ when it was soft. I must have stared.
"Johnny is a member of the fraternity. I hope you don't mind an admirer," Buddy said. "You have always had a beauty. By the way, Johnny, it is in full working condition."
"I'm an old guy, don't make him do something he doesn't want to do," Red said.
I smiled at him. Actions speak louder than words, so I swam over to him and licked his cock. I stuck my tongue out and took the tip of his foreskin pucker.
"I may not be able to get hard," Red said.
"Don't worry. I'm like a two-year-old at Christmas. I like the wrappings almost as much as the presents," I said just before I sucked the skin into my mouth and worked my tongue into the tube. I licked his semi hard cock head and discovered that it was ultra-sensitive. Red moaned in pleasure. I continued my explorations.
A minute or two later I encountered his first drops of pre-cum. He had a slow-motion erection, five minutes later he was nice and hard. I pulled away to admire his impressive organ and then I looked up at him and said, "Relax and let the juices flow. Don't hold back, I like cum too."
Red was an actor and like all good actors, he did what he was told. Soon he was oozing and drooling and I noticed the flow was increasing until he began to shoot. His cum was almost hot and very sweet. I took every drop. I got out of the water and sat on the edge. Buddy saw the opportunity and sucked me.
Buddy was more masculine than attractive. I think he liked to suck since men were more willing to let him suck them than to suck him. He told me he didn't much like to take cum in the mouth and eat it. When he was younger man a playmate force him to eat cum. That must have been before he turned into a gorilla. Making him do anything he didn't want to was not an option anymore.
I warned him I was going to shoot and he kept on sucking. He later told me that he enjoyed my ball juice. We all talked afterwards.
Red's stroke had been a major event. Recovery and rehab had been rough for him, but he was a strong and determined man. His sex life had tapered off as he got older. It vanished after the stroke. When he was a star he attracted young, handsome men. "I can't attract flies now," he complained. It was a major ego boost to have sex with a young man. I helped him discover that he could still get hard, he just needed the right stimulus.
While Red wasn't a beach bunny, he was still a handsome man. It seemed to me that his cock had survived ageing well. I told him that and then apologized for being superficial.
Red chuckled. "Johnny, you aren't going to hurt an older man's feeling by telling him he has a nice cock." I was going to see some friends that evening, so I had to go. Before I left Buddy asked if I had enjoyed getting together. I said yes. It had been a good experience.
"If we could get together again before the end of the summer, would you be interested?" he asked. "I have some other friends you might like."
"Would Red be there?" I asked.
Buddy smiled. "I would be surprised if he wasn't," he replied.
At home I talked with Robert. He said Buddy was a theatrical agent with lots of connections with Broadway and Hollywood. He also said that as a man he would like to connect with me, but as a friend, he wasn't sure it was a good idea. "Things are good now as they are; I would hate to ruin it." I had to agree. We were not related, but he was sort of my father figure.
On Tuesday Buddy called and asked me to a small pool party the next Saturday afternoon. I said that would be fine for me. The next day I found the remains of an early Colonist. That was good, but the man had been buried in a full suit of armor. That was exceptional. It wasn't a medieval suit, but it included a breast plate, helmet, a sword and the remains of a musket. We were supposed to get a major storm on Friday, so we had to get it out of the ground and safe quickly.
For the next three days, we had a 6:00 in the morning to 8:00 at night schedule. We also had photographers and cameramen to record the find. I found the body by accident. I was just lucky, but the Director let me help and observe. I suspected they were thinking about a TV documentary on the find, and the High School boy-makes-good storyline was possible.
I am good about doing exactly what I am told, and the senior archaeologists appreciated that. By the time the storm hit at noon on Friday, we had it excavated and moved to a laboratory. I was exhausted but happy and I almost forgot about Buddy's pool party. He called me Friday night to remind me.
Saturday was a beautiful day, sunny, warm and clear. I went to Buddy's house at two. Buddy and Red were there. The rest of the guests were to be there at 3:00. Red wanted to talk with me to make sure I was into getting into a group situation.
"Buddy tells me they are all nice guys, but I assume you know that when a man approaches an orgasm they can lose control. They can forget to be careful and gentle. Some men get carried away," he said. I told him that I knew that and that I could get a bit carried away myself.
"There is another thing I am worried about. I don't know if you have any experience with fucking? It's a different experience than cock sucking, and you may not like it," he said. "Fucking a man who wants it in the ass is one thing. Taking a cock is another. It can, and often does hurt when you are new to it."
"I haven't fucked any one, but I am willing. I think I could take a cock if it's not too big." I said.
"I suspect some men would love a young stud's cock in their hole. Taking the cock is different. You are letting a man shove his privates into your ass and letting him play there until he shoots off. To me, it seems much more intimate that cock sucking," Red explained.
"Does he have to shoot off in you?" I asked.
"No, that is not necessary, but let me tell you a secret. He can shoot whenever the urges become too great, and you may not know he had shot off. I can be accidental or planned. You have no control over it," Red continued.
"Do you bottom?" I asked.
Red nodded. "When it is good, it is the best feeling in the world. When it is bad it's horrible," he said. "I used to be a top, but it has been years."
"You are a big boy. It must have been a challenge for your partners," I said.
"Most of them sat on it. That gave them more control," he said. We talked some more and a little later the other men joined us. A man called Rusty Nail stood out. Like Red, he was a grade B actor. He had been the goofy sidekick in a popular detective show. He was scrawny and bald with no muscles and a whiny voice. The voice was fake and his real name was Don. He came at the same time as Fr. Dominic from the Catholic church. Tony, the tennis pro from the county club arrived five minutes later. With Red and Buddy, this was the cast of characters.
We talked briefly when Red suggested a swim, stripped and jumped into the pool. Buddy followed suit and we all joined in. Once we were naked in the pool, there was no pretense this was anything other than a sex party. Tony was heathy and athletic; Fr. Dominic was tall and thin with a runner's body. While Rusty looked like something the cat dragged in with salt and pepper hair covering much of his body, no one cared. His cock must have accounted for half of his body weight.
I sat on the side of the pool as Fr. Dominic sucked me and I leaned over to sample Rusty's world's fair exhibit. It didn't look like a cock you would find on a Greek statue, but it sure belonged in my mouth. Rusty showed his appreciation by drooling and oozing buckets of precum.
After a short time, I returned to the pool and sucked Tony's meat. He was talking with Buddy, but his fire plug shaped cock was appreciative. He could multi task. Someone was behind me, but I was too occupied with Tony's cock to look and see who it was.
Something touched my asshole and a second later I moaned. I didn't know what happened at first, but I soon realized there was cock in my ass. I wiggled my back end and the cock slipped into an even better place. I looked back and saw it was Fr. Dominic.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "Your ass was so open and inviting, I couldn't resist."
"It is okay," I said. "Actually, it was good, really good."
"Are you experienced?" he asked as he began to pump. "You took it easily and you are working my cock like a pro,"
"It is a first for me," I said. He began to take deep strokes.
"I hope that you aren't offended that a stranger has been the first to enter you," he said. He stopped suddenly and I felt him spurting in my ass. "I didn't mean to do that. I couldn't hold back," he added. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I shoot a big load. It will lubricate your ass. The other men will appreciate that."
Fr. Dominic slowly pulled his cock from my ass. He was rapidly turning soft, but I could still feel it. Oddly, I felt empty. I didn't know what to think about it while he was in me. Now that he was out, I missed it. Red had been in the house while Dominic fucked me. He came out as Dominic pulled out.
Red came to me. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine; it was not a problem," I said.
"That's a relief," Red added. "It didn't hurt?"
"No, not at all. By the time, I noticed, he was already all the way in," I said.
"Did he breed you?" Red asked.
I nodded. "That was okay too," I said. "It's odd, but my ass seems empty."
"I have a feeling this is a good place to find a refill," Red said as he leaned close to me and whispered, "There is some big meat here. "Make sure your eyes aren't bigger than your ass."
Coincidentally, Rusty walked by. I was in the pool and his cock was at eye level as was Red's tool. It was a cock buffet.
I knew all the men were interested in me, but they were not overly aggressive. I think they had been together before and they knew they could take their time. While I was by far the youngest man there, they thought Tony and Fr. Dominic, who were in their early 40s were young too. I didn't get the feeling that I was the only item on the menu.
With all these options, I spread the wealth. I may sound a little slutty, but I sucked them all. I liked the variety and the way each man reacted differently. Tony's cock head was sensitive and he shivered when I licked the flared edge. Rusty liked to be deep throated. I couldn't take the entire organ, but as I pulled away, I suctioned globs of precum from his balls.
It was even better when Buddy eased his thick tool into my ass I sucked Rusty. He stretched my sphincter wider, but he was careful. He shot off quickly and pulled out.
"Did you like that?" Rusty asked.
"It was good," I said. "He shot off quickly."
"Did that bother you or disappoint you?"
"A little longer would have been nice, but it was good," I said. "I could feel him squirting, that was exciting."
"I last a long time and shoot buckets," Rusty said.
"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked.
"Of course, I do, but I want to fuck everyone. You are new to this and I want you to have more mileage before I take a poke," he explained. "I don't want any ill feelings. My cock doesn't come with any training wheels."
"We may never meet again," I said.
Rusty smiled. "I know Buddy and he knows you. Our time will come," he said.