Executive Consultants
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.
I am Randall Woodrow, but I am called Randy. I am twenty-four now and have a good job as an accountant for well known accounting firm. I am classified as a family specialist. Family Specialists are not an actual specialized accounting classification. My job is to give wealthy clients extra attention and keep them away from wasting the time of the senior accountants. I am an accountant, but my job is to be a client baby sitter. I tend to handle the old codgers. I am not cute enough for the widow brigade. The widow brigade is made up of men and women who help older women with their financial affairs.
My most important client was Fitz-Roy Harris. He was made of inherited money. He had once been handsome and had married an heiress. She had died years earlier and left him with no children and a bundle of money which he didn't need. Fitz-Roy had one friend John Malloy. He lived in the cottage behind the main house.
I have one special friend, Sven Hansen. We had met in college and somehow we still shared an apartment. He was a graphic artist for an advertising agency. On a Saturday morning, Sven and I were on the way to look at antique stores, when I got a call on my cell phone from Fitz-Roy. There had been a fire at his house. He was in a state so I dropped by to calm him down.
The fire was due to an appliance shorting out. The fire department came quickly and extinguished the fire. A half hour later, the fire men got a call that a major fire broke out in a down town apartment house so the firemen went off to that fire. Part of Fitz-Roy's house was a mess.
Sven was from a small town and he had been a trainee fireman. Sven looks like a beefy Viking, so he was big for his age and he had been treated as member of the fire department. Out of habit he started cleaning up and John Malloy joined him. Fitz-Roy and I began washing the soot covered objects. Two hours later it was clear that the fire had been caught in time and there was no serious damage. Fitz-Roy was greatly relieved. We were covered in soot and ash so we went to clean up in John's cottage.
John's cottage had been a part of a gym-exercise room and there was a school type locker-shower room. We shared the shower. Sven was good looking. Nude he was a Viking god. John was bulkier, shorter, and would be cast as a blacksmith in a play. It turned out he was a landscape architect.
I had never put one and one together before. Fitz-Roy guessed about my relationship with Sven, and after a brief pause, the four us pooled our resources. I sucked John as Fitz-Roy and Sven connected. While Fitz-Roy and John were much older than Sven and I, their cocks were fully operational. To use a technical term, they were horny as shit.
I was just being polite. Actually I was mixing my tendency to be slutty with politeness. Fitz-Roy and John saw it a different way. It was clear they were gay lovers. Men made passes at Fitz-Roy all the time. He was a millionaire. In contrast, John was a nothing. Fitz-Roy went for Sven. I took care of John.
I immediately discovered that John was a well hung and enthusiastic. His cock all but immediately began to ooze sweet and plentiful precum. He took a break and asked in a whisper, "Is your ass open for business?"
I am always demure and a bit shy. Why I nodded and said, "24-7" escapes me.
"Bend over and spread your ass wide," John said. His cock seem to get larger as he worked his way into my behind. His bloated cock head popped through my sphincter, massaged my prostate and went deeper. I shifted my legs wider to encourage him to go deeper.
"Damn, you're a fucking slut aren't you?" John asked.
Sven answered for me. "Anything over seven inches drives Randy crazy." Sven had Fitz-Roy on his back on a bench Sven's cock was deep in Fitz-Roy's ass.
I was unaware at the time but this was a major event in the relationship between Fitz-Roy and John. I later discovered while the two men were deeply attached both professionally and personally, the sexual part of the relationship was tending to get stale. The excitement was gone. They were still best friends.
Fitz-Roy was a wealthy gay playboy. He was enthusiastic and imaginative. He tended to be trusting, and had been short changed in common sense. John was a talented landscape architect. While he was well educated and intelligent, his most important skill was that he could spot a user or a con-man a mile away. When Fitz-Roy connected with John, Fitz-Roy's family was over joyed.
Fitz-Roy was a bit of a queen, John was a Grizzly Adams stud. Luckily for us, two gay, young, professionals with over developed sex drives were just what Fitz-Roy and John needed.
Sven tends to be direct. He is a talented graphic designer, but had a knack for finding to perfect design for his clients. His specialty was working with old companies, reworking their image and doubling the client base in two or three years.
Sven and I had a few traits that were appealing to Fitz-Roy and John. We like vanilla sex. Sucking and fucking are standard, but we have warm spot for sperm eating. Sven says that if a man takes the time to make, and then shoot sperm, eating the special brew is a good way to make friends. We also like to taste a freshly used ass. Sven says the ass retains the aura of the last cock that was in it.
I think that is untrue. Sven also likes to use his tongue to coax used sperm from the ass. He says he likes the taste of the sperm with the taste of the lubricant used in the ass. He says you get to know your playmate better. I had thought that was related only to my ass and his sperm. Apparently it was a more general preference.
Sven wasn't a romantic man until he was naked and with another naked man. I used to think he got romantic when his nine inches of cock is deep in me. I'm not sure about that. My emotions run too high to sort out my feelings. When I had all eight inches of John's thick cock in my ass, the feelings were different. I was pretty sure that Sven's cock affected Fitz-Roy the same way it did me.
Fitz-Roy and John liked watching each other get excited. I discovered I had a similar taste. Fitz-Roy was just a guy skewered on a big cock. He was squirming to get his ass in the perfect position for maximum pleasure. When Sven shot off he pulled out. When John pulled out of me, he went to Fitz-Roy and fucked the sperm filled ass. It was a turn on for all of us. A little later we showered again, dressed and went home. It had been a good day.
I went to see Fitz-Roy for our regular financial check up meeting on Tuesday. I had called several contractors to give me a price to repair the fire damage. I gave him two prices: one to do it immediately and another to do it at a normal pace. He selected the fast track. As I left he asked if there were any problems or regrets after our post fire shower.
I smiled and told him all was well. "It was a new experience for us, but Sven told me that he had been afraid we were falling into rut. He thought it had been fun. He later told me it had been more than just fun. That the way it seemed to me too."
"That is the same reaction John and I felt," Fitz-Roy said. "It seemed to me that it was a lot more than fun, but it has freshened our one-on-one sexual interludes. I was surprised that John's organ fit my ass exceptionally well after our interlude." There was a long pause and then he asked, "Is there any chance you would consider doing it again?"
"I think there is a very good chance," I replied. "Sven and I would enjoy it." I told him that Sven had a big project due for him this week, but next week was clear. He asked if Thursday was available. I said yes.
Thursday morning John called me. He told me his Uncle Joe made an unannounced visit. I knew that Joe was a courtesy uncle and had introduced him to man sex. "Joe said he didn't want to get in the away. He could go to bed early. He also said he hadn't taken a new cock up his ass in years. Joe is an energetic man, and would love to meet new meat."
"Would he like Sven and me?" I asked.
"I described you guys. He almost had a hands free orgasm. He would definitely like you." John said laughing. I said I would talk to Sven about it. I said I would call him if there was a problem. There was no problem.
We got to the house at 2:00 in the after noon. Fitz-Roy and Uncle Joe greeted us. They clearly were getting along. Joe was solid six feet tall and was in good shape for a seventy year old. John joined us few minutes later.
Joe was a former collegiate fund raiser. He was use to meeting new people and making them feel at ease. "Three of you don't know me, so let me introduce myself," Joe said. "I am an extrovert and sexually generous. In English that translates into being a loudmouth slut. "One of my old friends told me that the only time I shut up is when there is a cock in my mouth. Anything that involves a cock, an ass and cum is fine with me."
"I met Sven on his first job. He did the graphics for a college fund raiser. It was a wonderful job and very successful," Joe said. "Somehow I discovered he lacked knowledge about sex. I put on my hat as a professor of sexual skills, and we had some real good times. I think of my cock as a sexual amusement park and I am permanently open for business."
"With that as an introduction, lets get naked and do what we came here to do," Fitz-Roy said. Sven went to Fitz-Roy. John and I shared Joe. Three or four seconds later I realized that Joe was not a convent raised virgin. Joe's cock was long and thin, easy to swallow. Five minutes later I discovered it was easy on the ass.
It was clear that all five of us were into sex big time. But even experienced men feel uneasy about meeting a playmates for the first time. The cock and asshole are delicate and when you are sexually engaged most contact is hidden in a throat or up an ass. There was no problem with Joe. It was almost as if his cock had an eye or a rectal sensor. I had a random thought wondering if he cock played a role in his fundraising activities.
I was on my back on the floor and Joe impaled himself on my cock. I was sucking John, when he bent over and sucked my cock inches away from Joe's and my cocks. Joe massaged my ass as John swallowed my cock. A little later Joe was on his hands and knees as I fucked him. Fitz-Roy was in my ass as Sven fucked him. John was on his back, sucking Joe. We stayed in that position for what seemed like minutes. I eventually shot off and I saw that Joe was twitching and John was taking his cum.
It would have been a wild and intense session. It was mellow and comfortable until the mind blowing climax. It seemed to be an all genital event. We concentrated on sex and didn't need to worry that someone was not into it. Everyone was receptive. It was pure sex, all cocks, sperm and assholes.
Joe was older but imaginative and inventive. He told me that is specialty was no strings sex. He was in good shape and well endowed with a long, thin cock. He said a man could deep-throat it and not choke and take up the ass without pain.
"My cock is good, but after we have traded sperm, it over. I believe in no strings sex. Sex with men is pure. There is no commitment and no strings, no longing looks, no whispered conversations. It was intense fun and is now over." Joe explained.
"Do your partners feel rejected?" I asked.
"The guys I know are have established lives. Some no strings attached fun is good for them," Joe said. "They have no desire to through it away for some sexual relief. They are no fools. By the way, I am a good fund raiser. I always meet or surpass their goals. You need to know I have a short term goal. I was hoping to achieve eight inches up your ass. Is that possible?" he asked.
I pulled my legs up over my chest, exposing my hole.
"I was hoping I would find a total bottom slut," Joe said as he slid his cock into my well lubricated hole. I moaned as his cock went deeper. For the next hour or so, Joe, Fitz-Roy, Sven and John took turns fucking me. John liked to felch drooling sperm from my ass. Much to my surprise, Sven also liked to lick the messy remains from my well used ass. He liked it a lot.
A few weeks later I had a call from a man named Rudolph Frank. He told me he was a friend of Fitz-Roy and that Fitz-Roy had recommended me as financial consultants. We talked and he then mentioned me he had a badly over grown gardened and he had heard I knew a good landscape architect. I told him I would have to think about taking in new clients, but I would consider it.
When the call was over I called Fitz-Roy and asked him what was up. He said Rudolph was an old friend, about 55 years old and had just lost his special friend to cancer. "He is a good man, but seems to be lost. By the way the special friend was his financial advisor," he explained. "His mother was a noted gardener and the place is mover grown. I did mention your personal services are exceptional and you often go the extra mile."
It turned out that Fitz-Roy mentioned our special personal skills. I complained about that and he apologized about that. "His is an old friend and he is lost," Rudyard explained.
I was going to say no, but Sven was interested. Rudolph's mother, Elizabeth, was a noted gardener and he would like to see what remained. I made an appointment. We arranged to meet with Rudolph the next Saturday after noon. I checked with a friend who knew all there was about gay men in the city. He did not know of Rudolph. There was not even a whisper.
We arrived at Rudolph's house at one. Over grown did not properly describe the garden. Sven described it as grotesque. The house was impressive, a man let us in. he seemed to be just a guy, not a butler, or servant.
Rudolph was a big man, almost handsome. The descriptions of him neglected to explain he was crippled. One leg was damaged, the other was missing. He used crutches but moving was a chore.
After introductions, "Your mother was a well known garden designer. It is more then overgrown. I was assuming you want to get in under control again," Sven said. Sven was prone to be direct.
"I was told it's beyond repair now," Rudolph said.
"A garden is almost never beyond repair," Sven said. "It does take a desire to restore it, a lot of work, and cash." One of Sven's weaknesses is being aggressively direct. That either offends, or attracts a client. Rudolph liked him.
As we talked Rudolph became quite enthusiastic. His mother died in the accident that crippled him. His later partner had been his physical therapist. He was a cock sucker and wasn't into fucking. His financial advisors had been his mother's and the one he knew had died.
This may be my fantasy, but I suspected his life ended with the accident. He was still living with those memories. Nothing had changed in his life since then. We talked for an hour and a half when he mentioned that Fitz-Roy told him we were playful.
"We share some common interests with Fitz-Roy," I said, "He refers to it as his quirk."
"The less refined call it sex," Sven added.
"Technically I think it best described as fucking like Rabbits," I said. "We exchange each other's special sauce."
"In the ass or mouth?" Rudolph asked. He laughed, "Fitz-Roy told me you did it all." I nodded.
"And you?" Sven asked.
"It has been all oral, but before the accident I had a friend who was into ass fucking," he said. "He liked my ass a lot." he paused. "I liked it." He paused again. "I dreamed about feeling a man shooting off in me as as another man fed me his load."
"Did Fitz-Roy give you any detail about our sexual interests?" I ask
"No, but he said I would like you," Rudolph said.
"Would you like it if we got naked and let nature take it's course?" Sven asked.
"I sure as shit would," Rudolph replied. We adjourned to the therapy room.
Rudolph was a good looking man between his cock and his head. He had a broken hip, that has healed, was missing his left leg and his right leg was okay from his knee to his hip. Below the knee it had been twisted. It had healed in an odd way.
"Okay, I hate to be direct, but can you tell us what hurts?" Sven asked.
"Once ans a while my good leg hurts. Everything else is good except for phantom pain in my missing leg," Rudolph said. His cock was partly erect.
"Damn! It looked like part of you is ready to play!" I said.
Rudolph looked at at me and saw my erect cock and asked, "Do you want to sixty-nine?"
"I sure do," I replied. "I like to suck up a guy's home brew too."
"I was hoping to explore your ass some," Sven said. Rudolph shifted a little to expose his asshole. All was well.
Rudolph was oozing precum as soon as my lips touched his knob. Sven had some lube was was massaging Rudolph's hole. His cock seemed to respond to Sven's fingers if the flow of precum is any indicator.
I later found out that my generous flow a precum was a new experience for Randolph. It was intimate and exciting for him. I suspected Sven's cock would soon penetrate Randolph's ass. I hoped the precum flow from his cock indicated a desire to take a cock up his ass.
Ten minutes later there was a general relocation of sperm and a successful transfer of sperm from Sven's balls to Rudolph's ass. Somehow a little later my tongue was coaxing Rudolph's asshole to give up Sven's cum. Rudolph was kissing Sven. I wondered if sex with Sven and me reminded him that he was a man, not a patient. He could still feel and he could still excite other men.
Sven ans I discovered that being short a leg provided generous and easy access to Rudolph's ass. You didn't need to be double jointed to caress his prostate and penetrate the depths of his ass. After his injury his ass and prostate had been a no-go zone. When Rudolph and I were in the sixty-nine position, and Sven's cock was deep in his ass, Rudolph felt sexual equivalent of a IMAX experience. This may seen superficial, but after years of pain, explosive sex changed his life.
We became friends with Rudolph. I worked on his financial accounts; Sven worked on recreating his mother's gardens. Life is strange. For Rudolph the garden recalled his mother. The beauty of the garden replaced the memories of the accident. I suspected he felt guilty about letting the garden decay as he worked on therapy on his wounds. At the risk of sounding superficial, our work sessions with Rudolph always included multiple sexual penetrations and usually nearly complete exchange of sperm. He said it was nice to be reminded why he was alive.