Flamingo Cove
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!
Flamingo Cove is not a major tourist site in central Florida. The Cove is not on the coast, or on a major river. It is on a rise in central Florida on the north side of a swamp. The town has maybe a hundred residents. Flamingo Cove is six feet above sea level. No one gets dizzy ascending he heights of Flamingo Cove. It is mostly above normal high water.
The founder of the town, Rufus Smith, was wildly eccentric. He believed you should admit that Florida was flood prone, and all the houses and businesses should be raised ten feet in the air. He had manual elevators with counter weights to get people and products to the upper floor. People thought he was crazy, but his crazy idea is typical hurricane design today.
The residents were mostly male and they liked fishing and trapping a lot. There were some women, but they tended to be not the marrying type. Few were conventional beauties. The most common adjective describing Flamingo Cove was odd. Rufus's odd idea meant that in floods and hurricanes, Flamingo Cove was open for business and stilled functioned. It was the only place you could get food or other necessities. If it wasn't really bad you could come in a car. During major events you could take a boat. Flamingo Cove was considered to be peculiar, but necessary for the area.
The unofficial mayor was Dr. Alistair Miller. He was a GP with a good way with patients and a good medical mind. While he knew all the typical local maladies, he was good at recognizing major diseases. He had a male nurse, Rex, who was competent and sensible.
The Cove had a good softball team. It won the local league championship a few times, and would have won more if the team was better about weeding out the older guys who were not at top form anymore. That wasn't the way the residents saw it.
It was generally thought the men of Flamingo Grove were not the sort of guys who got married. What was called "distinctive" facial hair was popular. There would have been suspicions that the men had been raised by wolves, had there been any wolves in the area. Drunk and disorderly was a rarity. Given the water level, there was a close relationship between drunks and drowning victims.
My name is Philip. I am a retired professor of anthropology. I told people that I was doing a study of the residents. I am not. I had been an aggressive and driven man until the triple bypass. I retired to Flamingo Gove. I told people that I was studding the Flamingos. That was a joke. There are no Flamingo's in the area.
I had lived at the Cove for six months when the man who did my yard work, Denny, came into my house as I got out of the shower. I was naked.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were there," I said.
"The view is nice, you have a good one. Mine is not as big as yours," he said. Denny was wearing a vest with no shirt and cut off shorts. He unsnapped the shorts and they fell to the floor.
"It looks to me that your cock is above the standard issue," I said. While I am gay, I was surprised that I was that gay.
"Did you know that just about everyone here is gay?" he asked. "If you are interested, you would be a welcome addition to the town. You do need to be careful. If the local find you are gay there is a risk you might trampled." He paused and then laughed. "I top and bottom, for your information."
"I'm the same," I said.
"Would you mind if I showered quickly before we get down to business?" Denny asked.
"I'm an old guy," I said.
"The part of you I'm interested in had no signs of ware and tear," he said as he entered the shower.
After a quick rinse, he dried off, dropped to his knees and swallowed my cock. After a minute or so, he looked up and said, "It tastes as good as it looks!"
Denny and I got along well. After he took my load, we broke apart. We went to my bed.
"When was the last time a guy took your load?" he asked.
"That was before my by-pass, about three years ago. You seemed to have liked it more than the last guy did," I said.
Denny had lived in Flamingo Cove for five years and he fit in perfectly. He was friendly, helpful and impressively horny 24/7. He could give and he could take. He liked it all. He also was a jack of all trades. He wasn't expert at anything, but he was good enough. Carpentry, plumbing, and electrical repairs were among his skills. His father and Uncles were in the building trades, and he had helped them.
His mother's family members were not the kind of people who were understanding of alternative approaches to life. When his father died, his mother remarried a man from a "good family," and Denny left.
Denny told me I would fit well into the Flamingo Cove community, if I wanted too.
I asked him if I would want that?
"Only if you are into nice guys who like man sex," he said. "Actually, like is too bland a word to describe sex here. I thought I was a wild one. They thought I was a needy puppy."
"Was that true?" I asked.
"No, but I know how to play needy!" he replied as he laughed and stroked his cock.
"Are you fully loaded?" I asked.
"There are millions of little sperms trapped in my balls. They all yearn to be free!" He replied.
I swallowed his cock. I had known some men whose cock, while impressive, were still lives. Denny's cock was almost a circus performer. It twitched, shivered, oozed, and dripped as he moaned. The cock responded to every movement of my lips and tongue. I could sense him getting close to an orgasm. I slowed down for a few seconds.
"Get me off!" he cried, "Pull the trigger!"
I licked the underside of his cock head and a second later my tongue was bathed in his sperm. His first ejaculation was big enough to coat the inside of my mouth. I had to swallow after his fifth ejaculation; my mouth was full. I had to swallow two more times.
"Fucking beautiful," he said. "I thought I had done it all."
"Do you usually shoot that much?" I asked.
"That was a first for me. I didn't know there were any first times left in me," he said. He had another job to do, so he left, but he said he had some pals he thought I would like.
Two days later he asked me to dinner at his place. He lived at the Flamingo Hotel. The Flamingo Hotel was comic name for what had been called Mother's Rooming House. Mother, who apparently had no last name, had run it as rooming house from 1955 to 1995, when she died. She gave the place to a nice couple, Freddie and Bruiser. They had been good to her as she got older. Mother never realized that Freddie was a cross dressing Fan dancer. Bruiser had been a cop who raided the bar Freddie was dancing in. He fell head over heals in love with him or her.
Freddy and Bruiser renamed the rooming house the Flamingo Hotel. They provided meals for the residents as well as parties. Denny told me dinner was semi-formal, by which he meant a recent shower, shorts and at least a spaghetti strap tee shirt. I wore Bermuda shorts and golfing shirt. Freddy wore a tent-like flowing dress.
The men were friendly and a mixed bag. The two youngest men, Don and Dave, had the look of middle class kids who were trying to find themselves. Fidel and Eddie were muscular laborers, and Rufus was an older man who had seen better days.
Denny introduced me as being new to the area. The men were all willing to fill me in on the local sites and danger spots. Dinner was simple but good. Freddie was a good cook and knew how to make ordinary ingredients into something good. Fresh fish and home grown vegetables and fruits were excellent.
Afterwards we talked. Bruiser was direct. "Freddie told me you had some fun together with Denny?"
"We did. I had been a retired gay man after my by-pass operation," I said. "After meeting Denny, it seems I am now semi-retired."
"Denny kind of told us you are full service," Fidel said in a Spanish accent. "He said you were good."
"To tell you the truth, I wasn't entirely sure things were still in working condition," I said. "Everything seemed to work."
"I can vouch for that," Denny said. "I thought his equipment was in almost mint condition. He shot the sperm of a twenty year old."
"Philip, please excuse us, we all tend to be frank and direct here," Freddie said. "Let's just say almost everyone here is willing to share the joy."
"Freddie is the last man on earth to complain about being direct," Bruiser said. "Everyone here is oversexed and would love to play with you. You can think of the guys as independent contractors. There is no gang bang in your future."
"Unless you want it," Dave interjected. "We are flexible." The men laughed.
"By the way, Doc runs a tight ship," Rufus said. "Our minds are slutty, but our cocks, asses and sperm are pure. You could use my sperm as icing on a cake!"
"Is that what I tasted on the cupcake the other day?" Fidel asked. The men all laughed. The Flamingo Hotel wasn't air conditioned but it had multiple fans, so it looked liked a 1930s tropical movie set. It was comfortable if warm.
To the rear of the dining room there was a lounge. It featured a six man whirlpool spa. Flamingo Cove was surrounded by water, but there were alligators and odd fungus's in the swamp water. The natives were use to fungus, but it was a problem for new people.
I was invited to use it, and I was joined by Denny, Bruiser, Dave, Fidel, and Rufus. Of course it was nude. I was not surprised to discover that six naked gay men can find ways to entertain each other. They were all relaxed and at ease. They took their time getting to know me and my cock.
Bruiser told me about his first meeting with Freddie. "I was on a police raid. We were after a high stakes poker game in the back room of the joint he worked in. Freddie was not involved in gambling, so I told her to leave quickly. As he left Freddie said he owed me a blow job as he ran out the door."
"Later than night, I ran into him at fast food place. As I left he said the offer was still open. Ten minutes later he was sucking my cock. I didn't know anything could be that good," Bruiser explained. "I was clueless, and Freddie had an advance degree in cock sucking. Two years later we moved to Flamingo Cove, and the rest is history."
"Freddy was the first to take my load," he added. "I didn't know my sperm was edible, and the rush I felt as I drained my balls into him was incredible."
"My introduction to gay was sort of scary," I explained. "I was in a museum toilet room taking a leak, and the old guy at the next stall was really interested. I looked over as saw he was hard.
"If you're interested follow me. I know a safe place," he said. He zipped up and left. I washed my hands and when I left he was down the hall.
"We went to what I guess was a supply room," I continued. "This was before they had cameras everywhere. We went to the back of the room, behind a partition. He told me to drop pants so he could suck me off. I was so nervous that I hardly felt my orgasm. I pulled my pants up and left. I was so scared I thought I would never do that again."
"How long did it take for you to do it again?" Don asked. "My first sex was in an equipment room off the gym lockers. It took me a month."
"Three weeks," I said. "My college English professor assigned us to do a paper on a work of art exhibited at the museum, so I visited it several times. The guy I met was a volunteer, and he lived two blocks away. I followed him home and he invited me in. He was retired. He told me that he wasn't into young guys, but he got carried away when he met me."
"I asked him what would you normally do. He said that you usually got naked and did what came naturally. I didn't know what natural meant, but we stripped. The guy's name was Bob, and he was a retired accountant."
He was a hairy guy. He wasn't movie star hairy; he was missing link hairy. Unexpectedly, that turned me on. I asked if I had to suck him off. He said that was up to me. He told me he got turned on when a guy lost it and fed him his sperm. "It's so personal and intimate," he explained.
"Somehow we were soon in the 69 position. We had a simultaneous orgasms and I swallowed every drop of his sperm," I said.
"Am I hairy enough for you?" Fidel asked. I said yes.
Since sex with a men was a regular part of life at the hotel, sex was laid back and casual. There was no rush. You could take your time. When Bruiser stood up, his cock was at the perfect level for me to suck. I took advantage and took care of him. A big man does not always have a big cock, but Bruiser's cock matched his physique.
Dave and Rufus got out of the tub. Freddy joined us, he shaved himself smooth, was heavy but not fat. He was also well equipped. My knowledge of drag queens is limited. Out of character he was an interesting man. He saw the funny and amusing side of his female role. He was more like a female impersonator such as Dame Edna than a drag queen. He had played the Wicked Witch of the West in Junior High school and that had been a success and a preview of the rest of his life.
As he got older he realized he was gay, and discovered men who wanted to be attracted to women. A female character with male genitals was a turn on. They could have sex with a woman, and enjoy sex with male sex organs. They could fuck a woman even if their cock was deep into a man's ass. He told me his life had highs and lows. The lows vanished when Bruiser's cock plugged his ass the first time. It was love at first penetration. He went off to do some chores.
Dr. Miller dropped in with Rex, his nurse. They stripped and joined is in the hot tub. Miller had a spare, joggers body with a hairy chest and a treasure trail to his bush. Rex was a stocky, muscular, gorilla. He was tanned and hairy. He also had a vagina.
Dr. Miller tended to be serious and Rex looked like a thug, but was outgoing and cheerful. Rex was a resident of the Flamingo Hotel and after talking for a while, we adjourned to Rex's room. Miller had said they were going to have some fun, and a third man would be welcome.
In the grand scheme of life there is a broad range of sexual options. I assume the vast majority of people consider themselves to male or female. Some have chromosomes that include male and female elements, and some have a mental view of themselves at variance with the physical attributes.
Rex always felt he was a male. His parents recognized that early and assumed he would grow out of it. That never happened. He had one odd physical condition, he had non functioning ovaries. He never had a period. When he matured he had a beard and body hair. His doctors told him he was healthy and suggested he leave well enough alone. After he got out of nursing school, he moved to another city and began taking hormone treatments.
Frankie was a man who adopted a female persona. Bruiser was ultra male who was attracted to Frankie in his female garb. Rex was a man with a woman's genitalia. Rex got a job working with Dr. Miller, and they became partners. Dr. Miller was gay, but liked fucking women. He got both in Rex. They were the ideal people to live in Flamingo Cove.
When we got to Rex's room, I got excited sucking Miller's cock and then switched to fuck Rex as Miller fucked my ass. The sexual sensations were odd and confused, but pleasurable. Both Dr. Miller and Rex had a good time. After joint orgasms, I dressed and went home. It had been an unexpectedly pleasurable night.
My evening at the Flamingo Hotel had been good. It made a major change in my social life. It became known that was a potential playmate. I had been with the residents of the Hotel and been affable and willing to participate. That was important. That was important since were were a small group of men in an isolated community. I was a new sexual resource.
As a former college professor, some assumed I was "not their type." The men of the Flamingo Hotel were all regular guys, and if I could get along with them, I was okay.
A week later, I was at the general store, the Emporium, when the owner came over to me.
"Dr. Miller told me he enjoyed meeting you the other day. I'm Muddy O'Keeffe the proprietor of this fine store." We shook hands and I introduce myself.
"I assume you know that the Emporium is the Saks Fifth Avenue of Flamingo Cove," he explained. "Every once and a while a customer wants an item we don't stock. We do special orders for our customers. Some companies require bulk orders on some orders. We can not do that, but we are glad to get the order for you when possible."
"My cousin Rufus and his buddy Rod make a trip to the big stores in Markham. If you have things you want, they will get it for you. It's forty miles away on bad roads, so it will save a lot of wear and tear on your vehicle," he added. "They are pals with Rex and you can check with him. They are okay guys."
I thanked him for the information and bought a few things. I wonder what the friendship with Rex meant.