Buddy's Place
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 winarch47@yahoo.com
Buddy Jones was a popular early TV wrestler. He was hurt in a car accident in 1965, and he founded a chain called Buddy's Place, a gym, exercise facility. These were popular until the early eighties when swankier co-ed places became popular. When he died in 1985, he left his business to his brother Carl who is my uncle.
Carl sold off all the Buddy's Place facilities except for the original building. Most of the buildings were poor but the sites were great. He made a bundle.
There one little known quirk about Buddy. He was an only child. I don't know how Carl became Buddies brother." I actually am Carl's nephew, Doug. I inherited his money and the only remaining Uncle's Place. That is because I was the only nephew who shared the same sexual orientation as my uncle.
The original Buddy's Place consisted of the gym, pool, locker room and showers building. There was a second gym, whirlpool and shower building associated with Buddy's house. Officially it was his private exercise facility. In reality it was the all gay annex. Buddy had a knack for identifying gay men. He called it his nose. He would find men who shared his sexual orientation and ask them to his personal gym. His house sat on the side of a mountain about ten miles from town. It was secluded and little known.
Almost no one outside of big cities like New York or San Francisco admitted to being gay when Buddy was in his prime. His private gym was an ideal private get away for gay men. While the popular media suggested that gay men were arty types and bohemians, there were city officials, cops, professionals and ordinary working men were closeted and yearning to be free. They all came to Buddy's private gym. My uncle kept the gym as do I.
Uncle Carl also had a good nose for gay men. His role had been as the locker room, shower attendant. He saw men exchanging glances or taking a longing glance at a man. He told me that men are all equipped with a sexual thermometer hanging between their legs. Cocks aren't capable of hiding their interests. Cocks have a range of ways to show interest, between hanging low and a full erection. There are only so many ways you can hide it when you are naked. Uncle Carl knew all the signs of sexual interest.
I knew the signs of sexual interest too. I was young compared to many of the members. Buddy had been a big man. He was big everywhere. Carl was average. While I am not as big as Buddy, I my cock is almost similar to his. He was gorilla like in his body hair. I am pretty hairy. While I am not musclebound, I exercise regularly and in good shape.
I have another physical property that is important. I am not handsome. I look okay, but I am not any more than that. Older men see me and think they have a chance. While I am not handsome, they think I inherited Buddy's sex drive. That is technically impossible since I am not related to him, but some of the old timers think I am almost the modern incarnation of Buddy Jones.
Uncle Carl didn't get along well with my parents, and they didn't approve of me. They died when I was twenty-four and they left everything to my sister. That wasn't a problem for me, since I have always been independent and had a good job. It offended uncle Carl greatly and he left his estate to me in hi8s will. I soon went to work for him and managed Buddy's Place gym.
I didn't know if I would like that, but the men were nice, and I soon discovered the advantages of the private gym at Buddy's house. Carl recognized AIDS as a problem early. The men who patronized the private gym were tested and there were enough men there to provide for a range of sexual possibilities. Since we had several doctors and nurses at the gym, we tested men who strayed.
I was well known and friendly with the men before Carl died, so there was no problem running the place. My lawyer and accountant were members.
At first, I had a problem adjusting to the sexual freedom and casual attitudes of the place. I was gay but my sexual interludes were rare and well-spaced. Adjusting was easier than I would have suspected. Just about everyone who patronized the private gym was into sex, but since it was casual and accepted there was no drive to find new partners. The men assumed it would happen sometime. I wasn't a virgin, but I was not overused. Somehow, I was able to seem slightly virginal, even though they all knew that was not true.
The private gym had a trainer, Tommy, and shower attendant, Rufus. No one ever told me this, but I think Carl told them to connect me with easy going men. I got along with the men very well.
After a while I went to Buddy's Place, and I hung around and met some nice guys and discovered men who would enjoy the private gym. Some of the men enjoyed sex with other men but were not into a group experience. They wanted one-on-one sex.
There were a few exhibitionists, and some who simply were not satisfied with only one man. At first, I thought I was a one-on-one man, but that was due to lack of experience. I had never encountered a group before. I also discovered that while some young men were looking for other young men, the older guys had no problem with younger guys, and were more experienced and sometimes experimental.
Rufus was an older man, but still in good shape. He had been a carpenter, but never married and was a close friend to uncle Carl. When he retired helped out keeping the shower room straight. Rufus was handsome and he liked being naked and being admired. He was skilled at finding men with similar interests.
Rufus told me he liked sex but wasn't into romance. "Most of the time a good friend with benefits is easier on the system than falling head over heels in love. It seems to me that the guys who are crazy in love tend to burn out. Human relationships have ups and downs. A friend you can count on is fine for me. It's even better if sexual pleasure is involved. Relationships can be intense, cool down once and a while, and then rekindle."
"You don't get jealous?" I asked.
"Some men have infatuations. The encounter a guy who turns them on and it's exciting," Rufus explained. "That's fine with me. Most of the time non-stop excitement is too much. A good relationship can include sex, but an entirely sexual relationship may not include having a life in the real world. Having a job you like, friends and families take time. Great sex is wonderful, but you need to have non sexual relationships. Boy toys rarely turn into middle-aged toys." I told him I understood that.
"I assume you have guessed that I like sex a lot," Rufus continued. "My relationships range from fondling a guys balls or stroking his cock, to full penetration and exchange of bodily fluids. Tasting a man's fresh sperm spurting from his cock is a turn on with some men. Making a deposit deep in a guy's ass is good too. That is special for me."
"There is one big problem with that for me and for man other men," Rufus explained. "The orgasm marks the end of the sexual experience. I want it to count. I want to savor a man's seed. I want him to appreciate my gift to him. The first time I came in a guy's mouth he spit it out. That bothered me."
"Does it taste different when you take the sperm of a guy you, like?" I asked.
"I think it does, but I have to admit that may be just a sexual fantasy," he replied. "Sometimes I think the excitement of the orgasm alters the taste."
"You can taste excitement?" I asked.
"I think I do," he replied.
Three days later, I took a shower with three men. One guy was in the corner of the shower with his back to me. Another man was next to me. He was maybe 45 and made sure his cock was very clean. A third man was three shower heads away.
When the man in the corner left to dry off, the third man moved to the shower head next to me. I saw Rufus looked in making sure all was well in the room. He winked at me. I got the message. Physical Sex was not allowed in the main gym showers. There was no limit on admiring glances. Of course, there was no way to control a cock's reaction to a glance. I finished showering, dried off and dressed. I had a strong feeling I would meet the men from the shower again.
A week later I was surprised to see the man who showered in the corner in Buddy's gay private gym. When I finished my exercises, I went to the showers and the man from the corner was there. He was average height, thin and very hairy.
"I'm Kirk," he said. "I saw you in the main gym a week ago. Someone told me you own the place."
"I'm Doug," I replied. "I inherited the place. Sometimes I don't know if I own it, or it owns me."
"The guys here seem friendly," Kirk said. "I'm new to town, and making friends is difficult."
"It seems pretty laid back here," I said. "Everyone seems to be friendly. I guess that maybe owning the place encourages guys to be friendly."
Kirk laughed and smiled. "That might help some. The guys seem friendly. I was in a health club where the guys were all handsome, and standoffish. I was not muscular enough and way too hairy."
"The guy who developed this place, Buster, was a wrestler and his professional name was originally Caveman," I explained. "He later used the name Buster in the ring. In wrestling being caveman-like is an asset.
"I guess no one mentioned being hairy because you own the place," Kirk said. He smiled, adding, "I guess being well hung adds to your appeal."
"I don't know about that. I'm not particularly good looking, but I guess my cock attracted some men." I said. Kirk reached out and cupped my balls in his hand.
"I am usually horny as hell," he said. "Is that a problem or an asset?"
I got closer to him. "This place is private exercise facility. It generally known as the all gay annex. Essentially, anything that involves male sex organs is okay," I said.
"Rufus told it was different," Kirk said.
"Does that bother you?" I asked.
"I've dreamed of a place like this. I never thought I would find it," Kirk said.
Kirk was a professor of computer programming at the local university. It turned out he was a nice guy but was weak in the social skills. I assumed men involved in computing were rarely social butterflies.
We talked and went to the sauna. There were four men there, but they were occupied. I sat on a bench and Kirk dropped to his knees and began to suck my cock. I later found out that was a rare case of him taking the initiative. It had been a long time since he last had sex. He was a good cock sucker. My uncle Carl said some men liked to suck cocks, others worshiped it. Kirk was a worshiper.
One of the couples left and a rather vocal orgasm. A little later another man entered. He was one of Rufus' pals, Gene. He was both a police detective and a gay man. The police chief knew he was gay, and Gene was informally dealing with gay issues. The police were not progressive enough to openly have gay officers. Gene warned me of problems and helped other men. It was a good arrangement.
Gene was the sort of guy who never stood out. He was easily forgettable. Gen sat near me. He was Kirk's age, but while he was a dumpy looking man when he was dressed, naked he was a well-endowed, muscle man naked. Kirk stopped sucking me and sat on the other side of me from Gene. I introduced them.
"I hope I didn't interrupt you guys," Gene said.
"Kirk was just being friendly," I said. "I have a feeling that we may get a lot friendlier when we know each other better."
Gene smiled. "That seems to happen a lot here. Before you find Mr. Right, you need to find Mr. Right Now."
Kirk laughed, and asked, "How many men have you sampled on your search?"
"My virginal days are well behind me. I don't count, but I have found some nice guys and some great playmates," Gene said. "I assume you may have guesses I have many friends with benefits. Sometimes, the friendship is more important than the sexual benefits are rewarding."
"I can tell you that the benefits can be pretty rewarding," I said.
"I would think that might result in jealousy," Kirk observed.
"Don't promise what you can't deliver," Gene said. "A one night stand that turns into a friendship is good. If you promise the best fuck in the history of the world and don't deliver, you have nothing."
"You are a good top?" Kirk asked.
"I can never promise that," Gene said. "It depends if a guy is receptive and if his ass fits my cock. Some asses are too tight. For some, anything smaller than the Empire State Building is too small."
"I would classify Gene's cock as tempting, but not for the faint of heart," I said.
Both men laughed. A few minutes later Kirk was sitting where I had been, and I was on my knees sucking him. He moaned that it was really good. Gene was behind me, and his tongue was licking my ass. Two men came in and had to walk around us, but no one complained.
Minutes later Gene's cock replaced his tongue in my ass. I had been fucked before and it had not been too successful. Ten minutes later I realized that Gene was a skilled master top. In retrospect I think his thick tool continuously massaged my prostate. I was unaware of the sensations the prostate produced.
Kirk had a good view of the penetration. The slight drooling of precum into my mouth turned into a sweet flow. Somehow when Kirk climaxed and flooded my mouth with his sperm, Gene lost it and filling the deep recesses of my ass with his special sauce.
I forgot about the other men in the sauna. I should have been embarrassed. Before I could sort out my feelings, there was a round of polite applause.
A little later and older man came over to me and said, "That was beautiful. You are a lucky man. I have never done that but it is the stuff of dreams."
"You might get lucky someday," I said.
"My asshole could take Gene's monster, but my knees couldn't." He said with a laugh. I leaned over and briefly sucked his cock. He got rock hard and a minute later he shot off in my mouth. I mentioned that his cum was sweet.
"That diabetes I am afraid," he said. "For every storm there is a silver lining."
It was a good day for me. Oddly, I didn't expect for the details of this interlude to become common knowledge over the next few days. While I would never accuse gay men of being gossips, the word spread like wildfire. I also didn't expect that the reviews of the interlude were entirely positive. I was seen as a sexual athlete.
Gene's cock was much admired, but only a few could take it and enjoy it. His trip up my behind was effortless and pleasurable for me. Kirk told me that he rarely shot off in a guys mouth and I was the first man to take and swallow his entire load.
A week later I was alone with Rufus in the showers. He told me that I had been an unknown to most of the men. I was now considered to be a sexual athlete and a receptive bottom. He said Carl had the same skills. He told me that draining his balls into Carl's ass had been a high light of his life. He missed it.
I asked if they traded loads, of if he was usually the top.
Rufus replied that he was usually the top. "Carl told me that taking my load was more exciting than anything else except when he fucked Buddy. Buddy told me that he could feel me squirting. That excited him.
"Buddy's popularity with other wrestlers was his willingness to take it in the ass after he lost a match. He got paid if he won or lost, so some sperm deep in his ass was a small price to pay for friendship," Rufus explained. "Carl wrestled some. He was in an amateur night match with Buddy. Buddy beat him, so Carl's cock made a visit to Buddy's asshole that night. That was a success. That is how Carl became Buddy's cousin."
"If I told you I would love to discover a long lost cousin, would you be surprised?" I asked.
"I haven't been surprised in a long while," Rufus said. "Has anyone been up your ass searching for memory lane?"
"Not until today," I replied.