Apex Hardware and Building Supplies. By Bald Hairy Man
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
I am William D. Williams III. Mom was a bit of a snob, and she thought adding the third to my name would class up the family. Being a snob was one of Mom's few flaws. She was a good, affectionate mother, supported dad, and was a good friend to many. God has a sense of humor. I am universally known as Billy-boy Wiliams.
My Father, Uncle and Grandfather were house builders who owned a building supply business that developed into to a large operation. My Great Uncle William Williams originally developed the business. He was called Willy Williams. I now run the building supply-hardware part of the business while dad deals with the corporate aspects of the organization. Willy was a bachelor and when he died it went to my father and then to me. I too am a bachelor.
Willy was not handsome, and most people thought that was the reason he never married. As for me, if a camel is a house assembled by a committee, I am a man created by a committee. It's actually hard to put your finger on what is exactly what is wrong with my appearance, but something is not right. When I was a teen-ager, I heard that Willy Wilson and I shared common sexual interests. These had a lot to do with our bad luck at marriage.
Willy was a believer in good quality products for a good price. He also had a pot of coffee and donuts available for his customers. His business was an informal clubhouse for men who lacked the social graces. That doesn't include all contractors and construction workers, but it included many.
We opened at 6:30 AM and closed at 7:00 PM, so if you needed something on the way to work or after work, we were open. Willy lived above the store, so he was always home if there was an emergency. I was Willy's favorite nephew, and I spent a lot of time with him in the hardware store. That was wonderful for a kid and by the time I was 16, I knew all there was to know about hardware.
When I was 20, I ran into Willy's pal Wally in the men's room. We were at the urinals and we had a little show and tell. I had played with guys my age, but Wally was 50, brawny and hung. He told me there was a good place in the back that was private. We went there and he sucked me off. I knew what he was doing, but I had never been sucked by a master. I returned the favor and took his monster load.
Wally had other friends, Paul and Eddie who used the store and I soon met them. Two years later Uncle Willy died and left the store to my dad with the understanding I would run the store. A week after Willy's funeral, I moved into his apartment over the store.
Wally, Paul, and Eddie came to see me in the apartment. Wally explained that Uncle Willy shared my sexual interests. Through the years he found like-minded friends, and they had some really good times in the apartment.
"Billy-boy, we were hoping you wouldn't mind some friendly visitors and continue the tradition. They are all good guys even if some of us are getting older."
"Exactly how friendly are the guys?" I asked.
"Not to beat around the bush, if you can do it with a mouth, a cock or an asshole, they are into it," Wally said. "It's all cock sucking, ass fucking fun!"
"I would say it is much more fun, than refined and elegant," Paul said. "The guys are into it big time."
I knew I should have said no, but sex with Wally, Paul and Eddie was good. If I was to be completely truthful, it was better than anything I had experienced before, way better. I didn't want to offend them, and I wanted to know what the other men were like. Lust carried the day, and I said I would like to meet the guys.
"If I said that meeting them might involve some sucking and fucking, would that bother you?" Eddie asked.
I smiled and said that I kind of doubted that. I began to unbutton my shirt. They were all watching me, and soon we were all naked and hard. The apartment was on the back side of the main store, so the windows didn't face on the street. The apartment was furnished in the Victorian style, and the windows were covered by drapes and curtains. It was completely private.
Since I knew them all it was a pleasant interlude. It wasn't wildly passionate, but somehow, we all exchanged sperm. We all enjoyed it.
Over the next two weeks guys came over to me and told me they were Wally's pals. This was usually at the end of the day, and I would ask them if they would like a beer or a drink. The first man to visit me was Patrolman Smith. Smitty was the guy who patrolled the business district.
I had known him for years and he was best known for his success with muggers and pickpockets. He was fiftyish, a bit dumpy, friendly, and forgettable. At closing time on Friday, he came by and casually mentioned he missed my Uncle, and he had been close with Wally. I asked if would like some coffee. He said yes. Since the office pot was empty, I said I would make a pot in my apartment. I locked up, and we went upstairs. We stripped as soon as we were in the apartment.
I quickly discovered that under his ill-fitting clothes Smitty was in good shape. He was already erect and immediately dropped to his knees and sucked my cock. We soon switched to the sixty-nine position. While his cock was average, it continuously oozed high-test precum, sweet and plentiful. I know some guys don't ooze much, but I feel like I've done well when the cock begins to drool.
We broke apart and I skewered myself on his cock. A few seconds later, Smitty was twitching and his sperm was tickling my ass.
"I'm sorry, really sorry," he cried. "I had no idea I was so close!"
I tightened my sphincter's grip on his cock. He squirted a few more times. "I'll just consider that as an indication of your sincere interest in sex," I said.
"Your Uncle liked to watch it spurt. I always pulled out so he could see it," Smitty explained.
"I'm not sure I have felt a guy squirting in me before," I said. "It was good. Do you bottom too?"
He looked at my cock that was still hard. "Sort of, but you look a bit big for me," he said sheepishly. We talked a while, and he dressed and left. I had a feeling he had unexplored sexual potential.
Two days later the Newman brothers, Arlen and Devin stayed later. They were county folk who ran small farm. They were almost caricatures of county bumkins. They were also successful, and I wondered if they were country, or just acting. Arlen mentioned that they used to party with my uncle. "We live alone, and it was nice to meet other guys." I asked if they would like to have a beer after I closed. They said yes.
Arlen was tall, bearded with dirty blond hair. Devin was shorter, heavier, and more muscular. He had black hair. They were half-brothers with different fathers. Charlie Newman raised them. He was their mother's third husband. He was a decent man who adopted the boys after their mother ran off with another man.
"Billy-boy, we don't need a beer. We would really like some sex if that's on the menu," Devin said. "We're hoping that is what you want."
"I do like sex," I said. "Let's take it slow and see what happens." They were already undressing. They weren't handsome men, but they had all the physical traits of manly men in spades. Devin would make a male gorilla look swishy. Arlen had a jogger's body, with Sam Elliot's body hair. They also seemed to think I was pretty and well hung. They spent most of their time looking at my cock, not my face. It took fifteen minutes to overcome any shyness between us. I'm not sexually aggressive, but I am accommodating.
Arlen and Devin would go as far as they could sexually, but they seemed to know what was too much. I wasn't new to man sex, but I wasn't that experienced. They seemed to know that. Of course, I owned the play pen. Uncle Willy had been much more into gay sex than I had guessed. He seemed to have had the gift of being 100% gay, and no one in the straight world guessed. He was just not the marrying kind, not a flaming faggot.
My opinion of Arlen and Devin changed when I saw their cocks. I realized that while I tended to think my interest in men was just a preference, I wanted their cocks, big time. Arlen had a long thin cock. Devin's was thick and meaty. Both were uncut.
I got things off to a good start by dropping to my knees and sucking Arlen. Devin moved closer so I could suck him too.
`I like a guy who plays hard to get," Arlen remarked. A few minutes later I realized that the boys functioned together as a single man; a man with two cocks. I was on a bed sucking Devin as he sucked me, and Arlen slid his long member into me.
"You're doing fine, Arlen. Billy-boy is feeding me some first-rate cock drool. You've got him going," Devin said. "I'll tell you when he's ripe." A few minutes later they switched places and Devin's thick tool poked into my ass. It was really tight until he popped through my sphincter. His knob rammed my prostate.
I don't know how long he fucked me before he shot off. That pulled my trigger as Arlen unloaded in my mouth. Arlen was taking every drop of my sperm as I took his. We calmed down and Arlen kissed Devin. I joined them. Neither Arlen nor I had swallowed, so we traded sperm.
"Billy-boy, you are a member of the family. You've been baptized and had first communion," Devin said.
"Do I get to baptize you?" I asked.
"There is no need for that. Your uncle did that years ago," Arlen said.
"We do renew vows with some regularity," Devin added. Two happy men went home that evening.
A long-time customer, Ralph Gooding, came over to me at closing time a few days later. He was a real estate agent and small-time developer. He had helped a number of contractors get their start on his projects. He bought the materials up front, so they could use their fees to pay themselves and their employees. If they did well, Ralph's recommendation was solid.
He was sixty or so now, and I had known him since I first worked at the store. "I was close to your Uncle," he said. "Paul told me that we might share some common interests?"
"I didn't know it at the time, but we were more alike than I realized," I said. I asked him if would like a beer after I closed up. It was 3:00 in the afternoon and said he would drop by at seven. He was nervous and I wondered if he would show up.
He was still nervous when he returned at 7:00. We went upstairs and had a beer.
"Your Uncle Willy was a good man and a good friend. Wally told me that you know about Willy's extracurricular activities. I guess you know my ex-wife was difficult. He helped me through that. I had to raise my sons without a mother, and Willy was my relief valve," he said.
"They were two years ahead of me in school. They were good guys," I said. "Have you found a new relief valve?"
"Let's just say I'm looking," he replied. "It's hard for me to think about having sex with someone my sons' age. It makes me uneasy. I need to tell you I'm not interested in an emotional relationship. I want sexual relief, to let off some steam. I know that's superficial, but that's the way things are."
"I'm okay with that, but I don't like having sex with a log," I said.
"What if we are best buddies when we are naked and erect, and just business acquaintances after the cum stops dribbling from our cocks?" Ralph suggested.
I smiled and said, "That's fine with me." A few minutes later Ralph was doing an imitation of a milking machine and he worked my cock. He was soon getting quite enthusiastic.
He looked up at me and said my cock ooze tasted like my uncle's.
"Is that good?" I asked.
"It was the food of the gods," he replied. He relaxed some, but he was still uneasy about having sex with a guy he had known as a kid. I shot off. It was good, but not great.
The next week I encountered Ronny Doolittle. Ronny had been off the bottle for ten years and now had a successful landscaping service. He had been a terror as a teenager and as bad as bad can be until he had a near death experience combining drugs and booze. He was in a hospital for a month and in pain most of the time. The general opinion was that he had fried his brains. Ronny had been a handsome man. He looked okay now, but you could tell he was used.
He talked to me on the street and told me my Uncle had saved him. He said there were close, really close. He said that Wally had talked with him and that I might be able to help him out. I said I would do what I could. That night he knocked on the outside door of my apartment. He said he wanted to talk.
Ronny told me that he was 100% gay, and he took it badly when he was younger. Uncle Willy taught him how to be a gay man and have a normal life too. Willy said sex is a part of your life, and he introduced him to normal, successful men who were cock suckers and ass fuckers. "I seemed to have thought that being gay and trying to hide it from everyone was my life," he explained. "Willy told me to have a normal life and treat sex with men as a hobby."
"That worked?" I asked.
"Wally had parties here with normal men who were gay too," he said. "Your Uncle said sex was a great stress reliever. I thought if I played with older guys meant I was a loser. Willy told me you can't tell how old a cock is when it's up your ass."
"He was a philosopher," I said. We laughed. "Do you think you could tell how old I am if I was fucking you?"
"I could try," he replied. "Do you think you could tell I was a drug addled alcoholic from a long fuck?"
"Maybe we could do some experimenting," I said. He had been at work all day so were took a shower. He was in good shape and tanned. That was the result of his landscaping business. His cock was average. We played a little in the shower but then went to the bedroom.
Ronny turned out to be a stealth fucker. He was relaxed, calm, and easy going. He seemed to be nice, but nothing special until you suddenly noticed you were a lot closer to an orgasm than you thought. Somehow it seemed that he shot so much cum in me that he must have lost weight. He didn't lose his erection until I shot off and I realized his tongue was in my ass, licking up the cum drooling from my ass.
We showered again and I discovered Ronny had a recharging time of five minutes. He was sucking me until I got hard again and shot off in his mouth. When he went home, I was still a bit dizzy.
The next day Arlen came by and we talked. I said I had met Ronny. Arlen smiled and said, "Did he surprise you?"
"It was a lot more than I expected," I replied. "It was more and better than I would have thought."
"I'm not into bad boys," he added, "Ronny seems to be clean, sober and horny. That combination works for me. We were chatting as a guy came by who knew Arlen. The man looked like a caricature of a huge lumberjack. Arlen introduced me to him. His name was Fred, but he was nicknamed Sawdust and he was a lumberjack. Arlen had to go, but he told Sawdust that I was a good guy, and he would like me a lot.
"He's kind of young," Sawdust murmured.
"The parts that count are pretty experienced," Arlen said as he walked away.
Sawdust was after a specialty part for a chainsaw. He said it was an older model but was prefect for his needs. I had been working at the store for ten years and I knew where to find the parts. The durability and usefulness of the chainsaw was almost legendary among the older lumber men. It was not made by the original company and it was difficult to install. I gave him two parts in case one broke during installation. I asked that bring the extra part back if it wasn't needed.
Apparently being knowledgeable on replacement parts for a chain saw impressed Sawdust. "Your Uncle and I got along well," he said as he rubbed his crotch. I noticed and did the same. Sawdust smiled. "I was kind of wondering if you and I might be simpatico?"
I leaned close to him, "If simpatico means you like to suck cocks and fuck asses, you are right," I said. Sawdust traveled in a Winnebago. Half was filled with his equipment: the other half was his home away from home. It was cramped inside, but Sawdust and I discovered we could save space by using my ass to store his cock.
Sawdust was a massive, crude looking man, but he was a careful, almost delicate fucker. I sensed that he would get his entire cock in me, but he took his time.
"I haven't fucked a guy in years," he said. "I forgot how good it was."
"You cock is huge," I moaned.
"Do you want me to pull out?" he asked.
"Shit no, I want it all!" I replied.
"Guys either love it or hate it. You're a lover," he said as he pushed deeper. A little later in was all the way in. "Is there room for a big load of sperm deep in your ass?" he asked.
I could hardly talk, but I managed to say there sure was space. Sawdust was already shooting. All was well.