Glenmont
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
Glenmont was built as the home of Edgar Miller, of the turn of the twentieth century in the western suburbs of Philadelphia. Miller was a banker and a deal maker for large industrial concerns. He services were free, but if they were successful, he received a percentage ownership in the company. He was always successful, and he became wealthy.
The estate was over a hundred acres of wooded land. The house was modest by the standards of the day, but the playhouse, gymnasium and gardens were impressive. He died in 1919 during the flu epidemic. His wife and daughters lived there briefly, but they married well and moved away. In 1927 the estate was sold to the St. Mary's Academy for Girls. It was run by nuns who were locally known as the St. Mary's Order for Bitter Women.
If your daughter was bad, St. Mary's was the place for her. It was not a happy place. In the 1960 it closed after a scandal involving sadism and suicide. In 1968 it was sold, and two thirds of the property was developed as corporate headquarters building. The remaining third of the property was bought by Rufus Jones, a reclusive millionaire in 1980, who demolished the Academy dormitories and classrooms and restored the original buildings. His son, Rufus Jones Jr., inherited the property in 2008.
Rufus Jr. has two outstanding qualities. He was a daring and successful investor in innovative businesses, and he was what is technically known as gay as a goose. Rufus was an average looking man, shy, a boring conversationalist with no interest in publicity. He was little known.
Rufus had friends who shared his sexual interests. Rufus was one of those men who are better looking when they are naked and downright handsome when he is erect. While his friends are varied in appearance and social status, they share his sexual interests.
Some are successful businessman and teachers. A few are minsters or priests. Some are construction workers, fire men and nurses. All are what you would call nice guys. The old gym was renovated to serve as a spa-health club. It is available to his friend. The exercise area was conventional, but the spa area is nude, and unlike public gym's such as the YMCA, no sexual activities are banned.
Not everyone would find that desirable, but Rufus and his friends enjoy it. Rufus describes the rules as "nothing is forbidden, and nothing required." While his friends are varied, there is a tendency to be well hung. Some men have what might best be described as accommodating asses.
I am Bob Gerraux, the estate manager. I handle the day-to-day problems with maintenance of the buildings and the staff. I was a successful high school coach until the team bus was rammed by a drunk driver and my legs were severely injured. I was fifty-five. The doctors told me they could save my legs, but that I might not thank them for that. I understood that. The school was going to put me on disability, but Rufus invented a position for me. We had met a few times and he remembered me.
When I started to work there, it took a few weeks to get a full picture of the estate. Glenmont had more employees than was strictly necessary because Rufus helped men going through rough spots. The estate was in good condition, and the staff and visitors were happy.
The staff was varied, but they had complicated schedules. Some were taking college courses and were away for long periods in the day or evening. Several had elderly parents and they rotated days taking care of them with other family members. A few had AA meetings or other group therapy sessions.
I got all of that information recorded, and rescheduled things to work more smoothly. I could pinch hit when needed in most cases. I had sold my house since I had problems going up stairs. I lived in the office of the gym. It had a half-bath but was next to the showers. I ate at the kitchen of main house. If Rufus didn't have guests, I ate with him. There was always someone to bring dinner to me in the gym if I wanted to relax.
My injuries were healing, but not quickly. I needed to sit even in the showers. My previous sex life was limited. It consisted of fucking and being sucked once or twice a year. As a gym teacher I had to be careful.
Sitting in the bench in the showers gave me a new way to see men. I had a cock level view of men. I saw their cocks first and faces later. I had vaguely thought orgasms were all alike. I soon realized the variety and individually of men's orgasms and the specific taste of their loads. I got to know many of the men and their sperm. Louis was border line diabetic, and I could taste that in his sweet sperm. Henry drank a lot, and that left a taste.
Since I lived in the gym, I opened it at six in the morning. That was the same as it had been at school. I had thought of myself as being reserved and not sexually outgoing. I eventually realized that was due to my job. Any rumor or whiff of suspicion would have been the end of my school career.
I was lucky. After spending eight to twelve hours a day with teenagers, any desire to get closer to them vanished. They were confused, rebellious, or catatonic. Sometimes they could be all three in an hour. I was called "the Rock." I was consistent and steady. Some of them needed that. They didn't necessarily need me, but they needed someone to be steady. I also knew the teachers and counselors who could be really helpful.
At Glenmont I was free of the restrictions and rules. Sex was okay and everyone I met was into it more than I was. I eventually realized I was into man sex big time.
The Reverend Willis was an early bird at the gym and got there at six. He had a huge cock and referred to it as his gift from God. Willis once explained that since he had this gift, he felt he should share it. I never asked him if his sperm was a substitute for communion. I did ask if he gave away free samples.
He said yes and added, "I need to warn you that once I'm hard I don't always know when I am going to pop. Most of my pals love the cream, but some think it's too much too soon. That surprised me. A mouth full of cum is not proposal of marriage."
I leaned over and took his knob into my mouth. I caressed the underside of his cock head. He moaned. You can't hide your feelings when your cock is in a guy's mouth. Willis was a happy man.
"For your information, I like to fuck too," he whispered.
"I can bottom too. I'm not sure how to do it without hurting my legs," I said.
By then Rev. Willis' friends arrived. Doug Battle, Jerald Townson and Harold Smithson usually came early too. The early morning crowd was more like a foursome than a crowd, but they were regular. They regarded a beaten-up high school coach as a nice addition. We had met before, but I had never been hard when the saw me.
"Jerald, Bob and I have been talking about anal adventures that wouldn't hurt his legs. Do you have some advice? Jerald is a doctor at the University Hospital," Willis said.
"There should be some way to it. I will look at his x-rays," Jerald said.
"You have my x-rays?" I asked.
"Your doctor, Dr. Graham, went to school with me. I consulted on your surgery," Jerald said. "I am pleasantly surprised you are doing as well as you are. Graham is a good man. Saving your legs will make it easier to spread your legs to open your ass."
"You discussed that with Dr. Graham?" I asked.
"Absolutely not. They weren't entirely sure you would survive. Planning for your future sex life was not on our mind," he said. "Graham said you were strong as a horse. That is why you are doing so well." The conversation ended when Jerald dropped to his knees and began to suck me. Willis straddled him so I could suck him. Another man came in the room, and we broke apart.
Jerald asked me if there was a good time to examine my legs. He was busy until eight that night. I told him I was living at the spa, and he just need to ring the bell and I would welcome him.
Two more men came early. Bill and Bob were handsome jogger types. They had gone to college with Rufus and were still together. They claimed to be strictly monogamous. They didn't screw around with other men unless the other partner was watching. It was understood that if the other partner wanted to join in, he could. Usually, they would discuss the event afterwards. They often paired off with other men and shared them sexually.
At nine, a beefy man named Woody came to work at the gym. He was the towel guy. Woody combined attention deficit syndrome with a massive sex drive. He could give men a towel and collect the used towels if he could stay focused.
Woody had been with Rufus for a long time, while he could do more important work, his mind was prone to wander and lose focus. He could clean a third of the pool and remember to check the water for its chemical level most of the time. Woody could stay focus on the cock he was sucking for hours and that endeared him to Rufus and most of our visitors.
Dr. Jerald Townson called me that evening and said he couldn't make it that night and as if the next night was okay. I told him my evenings were free for the next three or four months. He laughed.
The next morning the man in the shower was another early bird, Butch. He was a construction superintendent. He came early but was not part of the foursome. I was on the bench, and he came over to me. He was partially erect, so I decided to give his cock some help.
Butch was ultra-macho until he approached his orgasm. His cock became tender and delicate as he got close, so I had to be tender and loving as I worked his cock. When he shot off, I milked his sperm. I caressed the underside of his knob to coax his hot sperm from his balls. He thanked me. I got up and went to my room.
We had a serious thunderstorm that night, and three trees blew over, and there was a leak in the equipment barn. I spent the day calling tree people and repair men. The trees were easily removed, but the roots were entwined with a part of the sprinkler system, so that had to be fixed.
The leaks in the barn exposed some rotted parts of the roof. The roofing was easily fixed but the roof structure was more problematic. I called Butch's boss and asked him to take a look at the damaged roof. He said he would be there the next morning.
I talked with Rufus that evening about the problems. He understood and approved. He didn't believe in postponing repairs. Problems don't get better by being ignored. As a businessman he was noted for making decisions and acting on them immediately.
That night Jerald was talking with Butch and waiting for me in the sauna. "I have recruited Butch to help tonight's experiment. Is that a problem for you?" Jerald asked.
"Not at all," I replied. We went to my room.
"I've looked at your x-rays of the accident and the post-accident period. Watching you walk suggests you have healed well, but you lack flexibility. Is that right?" Jerald asked. I said it was.
"You are a big man, and Butch is bigger. I assume we can get you into a good position. I told Butch I was trying to get you into a position that would allow me to fuck you. I hope that wasn't saying too much?" Jerald said.
"That's not a problem," I said. "We've never fucked, but I wouldn't mind taking his cock," I said. We spent a half hour moving and shifting my legs to get a direct access to my ass. Butch was holding my legs, so my hole was open and accessible. Jerald nudged his heavily lubricated cock into my hole.
I was afraid my hole had tightened due to the lack of use. That was not a problem. My sphincter was a little tight, but Jerald's cock easily slid into me.
"Are you okay?" Jerald asked.
"It's more than okay," I replied. "You can go deeper if you want."
"You know I want that. Would you be offended if I shot off in you? Some men think it's too intimate for the first time you fuck. Your ass is nice and tight," he asked.
"I haven't taken a load since the accident. I would love to take your load," I said. Essentially, he gave my ass massage by his cock. His cock was long and thin, and I was receptive. He shot off fifteen minutes later and all was well. Jerald pulled out.
"I was thinking that Butch would like to visit your ass too, would you like that?" Jerald said. "He's big, but I have a feeling you can take it," I told him I was interested.
Jerald and Butch traded places being careful with my legs. Butch took up the positions at my ass.
"I shot a big load," Jerald told Butch, "He should be well lubricated."
Butch was careful. He nudged his cock into my ass, popped past my sphincter easily. He used my prostate as a punching bag for his knob and then slid in deep easily.
"You warmed him up. It's smooth as silk," Butch said. "I've never used another man's cum as lube before." I was used to a quick poke in a dark place. I thought that was fucking. Butch was an artist of the sexual arts.
"Have you guys' double teamed a guy before?" I asked.
Jerald said no, and then asked, "Have you taken multiple loads?"
I said no, but I had a feeling I might be taking more in the future. "You guys are good," I added as I gripped my sphincter to grab Buster's cock.
"That's really nice," he moaned. Buster made it for another ten minutes. He had a forceful and vocal orgasm. When he pulled out Jerald managed to slip his cock into my cum filled ass and hold my legs in place.
"Is it nice and slippery?" Butch asked him.
"It sure is. I didn't expect it to be so warm," Jerald replied. "How are you, Bob?"
"I'm in love, but I don't know with whom," I said.
"Do we need to fight over you to help you make up your mind?" Butch asked.
"Don't worry, my love only lasts as long as there is a cock in my ass," I said.
"You're a dream come true for me. A guy with a tight ass and no strings attached," he replied.
I began to shoot off. Butch leaned over to take my load as Jerald shot his second load deep in me. We all took a shower and Butch and Jerald went home. I slept well that night.
Two days later we had a minor fire in the in the barn. A new leak had dripped on an electrical panel and shorted causing a small fire. Some of the ground's crew were in the building and they put it out, but it was a mess. That shifted the repair work that I had planned to do in the fall now had to be done right away.
I called Butch's boss and told him about the problem. Butch was scheduled for a new project, but the owner delayed the start date by two weeks because his daughter was getting married. Butch was available for a small project as was his crew.
Butch and his men were at the barn an hour later. Butch dressed like a sophisticated man of the world compared to his men. I soon found out they were smarter than they looked and were hard workers. They discovered that when the Barn was repaired by Saint Mary's School, the contractor cut some corners. There was more work that needed to be done. That didn't seem to bother Butch at all. His men could always use some overtime pay.
Butch planed that they would work overtime every other day. That way they could get a full night's sleep alternating with long day. The men would not burn out that way. On the third day of the work, we had another torrential rainstorm that downed a tree across the main drive to the property. Butch's crew removed the tree but were caught in a second storm. Rufus came to see the damage. Everyone was soaked to the bone. We had a washer and dryer in the spa, so I took their clothes, washed them, and sent the men to the showers. The temperature had dropped almost thirty degrees after the storm.
After I had the clothes in the washer, I joined them in the shower. I had with been with Woody and the head Gardiner, Henry with them outside. They helped with the mess. Buster's men looked a lot better naked than wearing clothes. Henry was a good-looking man of fifty, and Woody got hard at the drop of a hat. Rufus joined them in the shower. Rufus knew he was more attractive naked than dressed.
Buster's men didn't mind being with other naked men at all. Woody wasn't physically impressive, but his cock was. Buster's guys could put in the overtime hours since there wasn't a wife and kids waiting for them at home. Woody's erection was contagious. Buster's men, Troy, Willy and Duddy may or may not have been gay, but they had no problem having sex with men. When I noticed Willy slurping up Woody's cum, they were good sports. Rufus found Buster's cock attractive.
Rev. Willis and Doug Battle came by to see if anything was damaged. They joined us in the shower. Doug was a former collegiate wrestler and was a realtor now.
Troy had been a high school wrestler. I think Doug was a dream come true for him. I went to put the clothes into the dryer, and the men went to the adjacent exercise room.
When I returned, the men were having informal wrestling matches. These turned into a pure, porn video version of wrestling. The men were naked, erect, wrestling and the winners fucked the losers.
An hour later the dryer had worked it magic, and our group dispersed. Everyone was feeling good.