BNB VACATION ROOMS FOR RENT By Mike Austin
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VIII.
During the routine seasons, we often had families drop by on pleasant weekends to take out their boats on the lake or just dine at the café or main dining room at the clubhouse. The club members would often come for dinners or bring guests to the really best dining experience for miles around if I do say so myself. We prided ourselves on fresh fish and chicken meals from down home country/comfort food to high end culinary delights. We were written up by a few state tourism mags for "our hidden treats, eats and desserts". That was another reason we survived year round. Sometimes those same family guys would show up to escape their home lives and take a "walk on the wild side" with me or Martin. Some have been "visitors" for years, even before the parents passed away.
One such regular was a mid-50s guy, Gerald Swisher; with a good family, successful kids, a lovely wife, but was always looking for more. While neither Martin or I are "over the top", we also aren't the most closeted of sorts either. We adopted the attitude, this place and family have been here longer than any other family in the region and we will be here after they're gone and moved off. Live and let live is the motto over the main entries to both the marina and the clubhouse, and we adhere to it. Gerald was this adventuresome guy, always testing the limits of the envelope. When he hit 49, we presumed he hit a mid-life crisis, bought a vintage Shelby Mustang, took up rock climbing, took trips and para-sailed, went skydiving, went in with 3 others and bought a small plane- learning to fly and other similar pursuits... Well he packed off his family on a river cruise and "batched it" for the 7 days they were away. Each night he ate at the clubhouse and owning his own small company in the area, was able to escape for lunch if he desired. It was after dinner one night, that Martin and I I smelled pot coming from onshore as we made our way up to high house. Martin sniffed his way to the hammock behind the guest house, to find Gerald kicked back stripped to his boxers and toking a fat one. He was also plying himself with a bottle of Jose Cuervo "Reserva" and seeing us, greeted us with a raised toke in one hand and with the other, the near empty bottle of "Reserva". I declined, Martin took a hit and sip then returned both to our "guest". We all chucked and Gerald stood up, almost falling from the hammock and his ample cock fell from the opened fly of his boxers. Once uprighted, Gerald began "You know you guys are great and know you're coolest ones in this entire fucking area, well besides me, and then I wonder if I'm really cool as I imagine I am or if I'm just a horny fool trying to find something to hang onto or discover"? He sat back into and onto the hammock and Martin rushed to balance the now-swaggered guest. I vowed to making coffee if Martin could get our guest up to high house as we both knew Gerald couldn't be found in this state by staff or other guests who might take an after dinner stroll along the walkways. Once the coffee was brewed and the pair hadn't showed up yet, I backtracked to the hammock area and found it empty. I made my way a bit farther down the walkway and saw a light in the living area of the guest house and figured Martin wasn't able to get Gerald to high house and had gone there instead and made coffee. What I found was the pair 69ing in the downstairs bedroom in the dark. Gerald's mid-life resolve had now added another notch to his bedpost I thought, but from the skill and eagerness he demonstrated, I realized Martin's was not the first dick he'd sucked. Wanting to leave them in privacy, Gerald paused and seeing me in the doorway, motioned for me to join. At first I remained stoic but gave in, stripped and climbed in the king-sized bed and began sucking Martin's thick cock which I knew so well. Gerald had moved from Martin's dick to mine and then I knew for certain that Gerald was a practiced cock-sucker. We daisy- chained for an hour, taking turns, changing dicks and experiences. Martin was the first to cum; shooting his rich load down Gerald's throat. I came next pulling out and finishing off across Gerald's chest and then poor Gerald, drunk and stoned, after extended jacking, finally got off with both Martin and I jacking our dicks and dragging our balls across his face. In no time Gerald was snoring deeply and out. We dressed, made our way home and collapsed in each other's arms, slept until the alarm went off and Martin went back to find Gerald still sound asleep and covered in our dried cum and another set of loads, he presumed from from Gerald's own dick after waking and being unable or unwilling to leave his cummy comfort zone. We never mentioned it to Gerald but he made a point two days later of asking for a repeat. Neither of us had any objections so that night Gerald got fucked doggy twice. He came so hard each time that he was hollering and we had to muffle his mouth, which seemed to only intensify his eagerness for being fucked. Gerald has since then become a regular fuck buddy, more or less, and loves now to get double-dicked by both of us. We try to connect at least once weekly to take him over the edge. While not always needing to be stoned, he is usually well on his way to being drunk to get into the scene however.
I want to thank you for allowing me to recall the past and share it with you. I guess it's time to circle back to the beginning of this work. As you'll recall, this story began with our need for an engine repair guy. And you've learned that while Roy jr is an excellent auto mechanic, he probably isn't the best for our marina needs, though he more than satisfies us sexually. Hence our ad posted for the mechanic and Chris Timmons hiring. The 38 y/o retired Navy guy with the reddish blonde fur is a great fit. He's courteous and very knowledgeable and always willing to help out anyway he can. He had to move into high house with us for about 10 days, when the guest house guests were to arrive, until he landed an apt in town. During those 10 days, we learned that while Chris is the strong silent type, he's by no means a wallflower sexually. You just have to prompt him into things.
Marty and I had been cruising Chris from the first interview and each day thereafter. We've all heard the stories about sailors, any port in a storm, bunch of guys crammed together in close quarters, 4-high stacked crew bunks... well I'm unsure of the reality there, having never served in the military, much less onboard a ship, but what I do know is that the first time I saw Chris, I was hooked and horny for more. Once he was settled into high house, we got to see and feel his passion and needs on a regular basis. He actually found Marty and me 69ing one Sunday afternoon and it didn't phase him. In fact he cleared his throat, asked his question, then went about his way. Later that night though, he and Marty engaged in a jack and shoot exercise after shots of Jose Cuervo. I got to watch and was astounded at how far the 5'10" Navy retiree could propel his cum shots and how much volume he produced. I got to see him shoot from a sideview and from behind and was astounded at how hard his glutes pumped until he shot. I could only imagine his fucking prowess and got to see it in action with Marty that next night. We'd been housemates for 3 days by this time and there was nothing to hide about our relationship nor the open invitation for him to join in. After supper, Chris asked if he could watch some porn on the big screen in the den. Marty looked at me and I agreed then encouraged Chris to seek and enjoy and Marty and I went about cleaning up the kitchen and left Chris on his own. After wrapping up the KP duty, we walked by the den and real time moaning sounds were coming from inside. We both knew it was way beyond the HD quality of the tv set; they had to be from Chris. Marty walked in on Chris who was hammering his dick to some very hot bi-porn with 2 guys and 1 girl. Chris was oblivious or had other reasons for continuing his jack mode and as Marty joined him on the sofa, Chris leaned back, clicked off the vid and the air got into a serious 69. I watched for oh about 2 nanoseconds and was on the sofa as well. Marty and I both sucked Chris, taking turns to double suck his dick, then his balls and as Chris grew more and more verbal, suddenly screamed to be fucked. Marty flipped under Chris and as Chris crawled atop Marty I stepped up behind the hot Navy hunk and slid in. Marty then guided his dick in Chris and the long double-fuck was on. Chris had excellent glute and anal ring controls and his ass had been fucked, though he admitted not in a few years. He was a champion bottom though and as Chris dropped his mouth to Marty's their kiss was inspirational. There was so much passion there and intensity and reaching under Chris' pecs, finding those softly furred nips and cranking them, unleashed the animal within. His head snapped back and his fuckhole tightened even more. The musculature of his lower torso was built for taking a hard fuck. Suddenly, amrty roared, "cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmming" and felt his hot orgasm blow into Chris' ass, further coating my dick, and as my head continued to pummel Chris' spot, he was soon blowing his own cum across Marty's face, abs and chest. One final slam and I came so hard my balls hurt. Chris took the loads like the champ he is. My knees were weak from the hard driving fuck. Chris collapsed onto Marty and Marty, looking up at me, grinned softly, wrapped his arms around Chris' torso and held the guy for comfort. "Thanks guys, you have no idea how much I needed this tonight" Chris almost whispered. He then went on to relate the story of his Navy partner and how this had been their anniversary. The guy was killed in a freak fire onboard deck two days afterward and it was 60 days later that Chris had officially retired from the US Navy. We three lay together for the rest of the night. The day he announced he'd found an apartment and was moving out of high house, was a low spot for us.
Now after two+ years, he remains an employee, one of our best. He did meet someone from New City and they just bought a house together after dating for two years. Chris remains our engine guy and his partner Barry is now our catering manager. Good things come to those who wait I guess, and I sure am glad to have been able to relate these stories to you. By the way, "the magazine" is framed and hangs in our bedroom and I thank the heavens for that anonymous guest who left it in the trash for me to find. Sometimes I wonder if it was intentional on his part? Thanks .....