Glenmont 2
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
The weather people said the Philadelphia area was in an "unusual period of stormy and wet weather." For us at Glenmont it was only inconvenient and annoying. For other parts of the area, it much more than that. The construction project Buster and his crew were to move to was postponed for several months. The Architects and Engineers were revising their design to accommodate higher flood levels.
Buster's men continued to work for Rufus, but they worked in emergency repairs for their companies' other clients depending on the urgency of the damage. When they were at Glenmore, they continued to use the showers, and when the word of the informal wrestling matches spread, there were other men interested in the matches.
Rufus' friends were a mixed bag of men. Some were the heirs of wealthy families. There were some professional men, a few cops and firemen, and some athletes. Rufus said he believed in All-Cocks-Are-Equal democracy. While cock size played a role, a willingness to play was a plus. A few men seemed to be admired due to their anal skills. While sex played a major role, it was important to be affable and pleasant. A few were snobs, but when you are nude at the spa, you can't dress up to show how wealthy you were. Large cocks are evenly distributed across all economic levels.
Glenmore was a private property. The exercise-spa was free, and not a money-making operation. Thus, we had no problems with the governmental bodies, or the police as was typical of the bad old days. Rufus was generous to charities and while he gave money anonymously, everyone knew he was generous.
I was in an odd position. The guests at the spa were all friends of Rufus. The exercise-spa area was for them. Each man had his own schedule. Some men came to the spa once a week in the morning, afternoon or in the evening. Some men never went to the spa. I got along with most of the men. Most of them knew some of Rufus's friends but not all of them.
I had a long talk with Rufus at dinner with Rev. Willis, Doug Battle, Jerald Townson and Harold Smithson. They were the most affable and regular of his guests. Rufus explained his goal for Glenmont. He saw it as a gay summer camp that was open twelve months a year. The focus was not on swimming, volleyball, and crafts project, but on man-to-man and men-to-men sex.
He wanted Glenmont to be a place were men were free to express there sexual desires naturally, not hiding behind bushes or in quick encounters in cheap motels. Glenmont was a place for intense and regular sexual encounters between men.
I knew Rufus well enough to realized monogamy was not his goal. He thought of it more like a fraternity of men sharing common sexual interests. He believed sex could be both one on one and shared with your friends and acquaintances. As long as it was voluntary and friendly all was well. He believed that exchanging sperm could be a deep emotional experience, or an intensely pleasurable physical experience ending with a taste treat.
Rev. Willis was uneasy with this aspect of Rufus's thinking. Rufus told him that you don't need to fall in love with food to enjoy it. Willis agreed Rufus had a point. I suspected that since Willis had the sex drive of a Bull Elephant, he tended to agree with Rufus's thinking.
Rufus described man sex as sometimes just getting your rocks off, or a souped-up relaxation technique. It could also be an expression of deep friendship and love. He thought that was good, but not a requirement. Rufus thought love was more like a lightning strike. Friendly sex was more like a gentle spring rain.
Our conversation ended with a spring rain type event. Everyone felt good and was smiling as they left. When I met with Rufus a few days later, the told me he sensed distant thunder when he shot off deep in me.
"Does that offend you?" he asked. I told him that wasn't a problem at all.
I soon knew most of the men. At first, I was not sure I realized how much I liked sex. After twenty-five years of avoiding sex, when I had sex, it was quick and usually in a dark place. I convinced myself that was natural. I was afraid of making the first move. For me sex had been mostly oral. Anal sex was rare and trading sperm was rare too.
Since I lived at the spa, I met all of the men. At first, we talked. Since we often met while we were nude in the showers, or in the whirlpool, we developed relationships. It was all low stress and natural. By natural, I mean natural for naked, over-sexed, gay men. It could be intense, but an orgasm's intensity reduced greatly after the ejaculations. Some of these shy men were jocks, who were too conventional to admit their interest. They were not so conventional as to avoid sex with men.
I helped the shy and timid men get more comfortable. In the showers making the first move was almost always mutual. Few men played hard to get. Men didn't come to Glenmore to avoid sex. Some admitted they were horny had wanted to get off. A few men wanted to get off but pretended the needed the exercise.
Woody and Rev. Willis liked to help men adjust to the open sexuality of Glenmore. That might have been their interest in having sex with inexperienced men, but the men they helped remained friends. Some introduced them to shy or uneasy pals. Woody said his playmates always left with a smile. Willis that his friends had a deeper understanding of themselves after they traded sperm with him.
I did not mention that the deeper aspect might be related to their ability to deep throat a cock. Woody and Willis would take their friends' special sauce in the mouth or ass.
I would have thought that having public sex would be a turn off. I was as wrong as I could be. Most men felt liberated. Naked men can't hide their sexual interests. Cocks are not obedient. They don't care who or how many men know you are turned on.
Rufus would often bring guests from the house. He was gay, a voyeur and an exhibitionist. He would watch and often join in. His mouth, cock and ass were available. One of his guests was Dudley Dumont. They had gone to the same private school and had both gone to the same college. Dudley's nick name was Do-Right of course. While Rufus has a mind for business, Dudley gave you the impression that waking-up in the morning was enough exercise to last the day. He received letters giving him the monthly income from his trust funds. I assumed he has hired someone to open the letters.
Dudley had a hobby, photography, and making videos of interesting events. I mentioned that Rufus was a voyeur. Dudley shared the interest and was sexually excited by filming sexual events.
Rufus thought some of his friends would like to have their sexual exploits immortalized, but he knew that Dudley estimation of his own skills was not always correct.
Rufus asked me if Dudley could film me with some men to see if Dudley was up to it. He suggested that Woody and Butch might photograph well. I agreed. Buster was busy, but Troy, the wrestler, said he could help. Butch recommended him. He said Troy was always horny as shit. Woody was eager to join in.
Troy was a thirty-year-old, good looking, muscle man. He had been a weightlifter, but now his body got enough exercise as a builder, weights were not necessary. He was about as muscular as you could be without chemicals. Butch told him about my damaged legs and said Troy understood my physical problems.
Troy and Woody got along well. Acting was not required, they went at it as Dudley filmed. I was to walk in on them and say, "Is there room for a third?"
Troy said, "Sure. Is there any chance you like the bottom?"
I said, "This is your lucky day!" That was the last line of the porn pic. I was soon naked on the bed with Troy slipping his cock into my ass, as I sucked Woody's member. The chance of getting an Academy Award was slim. There was no chance to win for the screenplay.
Troy and Woody were into it big time. They were enthusiastic and had photogenic cocks. I had nothing to do but take their cocks. As their cocks worked their magic, and I became enthusiastic too. Troy pulled out to give Woody a chance to poke me. Woody's cock was thicker than I thought and was more intensely pleasurable than I expected.
Woody shot off, pulled out and Troy took his place. Troy had never used another man's cum as lubricant, and he liked that a lot. Five minutes later Troy rear loaded me. I could feel is sperm tickling my ass. it was beautiful.
We broke apart and looked at Dudley's video. Dudley struck me as a light weight, but he was a good camera man. It wasn't Hollywood soundstage quality, but it was good. His hand was steady, and he had a good sense of when to go in for a close-up. We were all amateurs, but it was real, hot sex.
The camera was good, and when Woody shot off and pulled out of my ass, he caught Woody's cock head popping out with both his cum drooling from my ass as his cock was still dripping his load. Seconds later Troy's cock head opened my ass like Moses parting the Red Sea. You could sense the sexual excitement.
Dudley was able to catch Troy's cock twitching as he rear-loaded me. You could count the number of times he ejaculated into me. Dudley went off to show Rufus his video. Rufus was pleasantly surprised that Dudley could do well at any task.
A week later the men decided to have a wresting match, making use of Troy's wresting skills. Nothing was ever advertised or promoted at Glenmont. There was no paper trail about anything as a mater of policy. The gay telegraph was more efficient and faster.
There were a number of men who watched it on the television. That was left over from the days when wrestlers the close to being the only semi naked men on the television, excepting for the swimmers at the Olympic games. There were two dozen men who had wrestled in high school or in college.
I shouldn't have been surprised when Buster was one of them. Two cops, Fergus, and Gus had wrestled as did Herb, a chef, and Lawrence, a stockbroker. Buster and Herb were heavy weights. There plan was for the experienced men to wrestle and then to open it us to the audience. I had serious doubts about how long the nude wrestlers could go without an erection.
We had an audience of about twenty many of whom were friends of the wrestlers. Rufus had planned to be the referee, but since he had never been to a wrestling match, I became the referee. Someone told him that wrestler can get carried away and might get hurt without a referee who had some experience. I was the football coach, but I had refereed before.
Troy wrestled Fergus for the first match. Fergus was bigger; Troy was faster. It was a draw, so the two men sixty-nined instead of shaking hands. Fergus has a short fuse and shot off. Troy rose to the occasion and took the load. When they left, Troy was nice enough to feed Fergus his load. The crowd thought that was a nice sportsman-like gesture.
The next bout[BW1] featured Butch and Herb. They were the same weight, but Butch was six inches taller. They must have planned thing before because it was a more convincing match than I expected. By that time all of the wrestlers were erect and most of the audience was at least semi-hard. Butch won and Herb sucked him. Herb's special friend, Luigi, fucked him as Herb sucked Butch. Herb was beefy, and hairy and this match was exciting if you like bears in heat.
There were two more matches. The percentage of time spent wrestling diminished verses the time spent sexually engaged. No one complained.
Courtland Mallard III was the only man whose attendance surprised me. He was an assistant curator at a major museum. He looked okay, but he was a pretentious know-it-all. He was an only child and was Ivy League educated. He had strong ideas about preservation and restoration and was quite sure I was doing things wrong in maintaining Glenmont. He was a vocal pest, but he avoided exercise and rarely visited the spa. His body appeared to be muscle less. There many have been a little muscle in the finger he used on his mouse to select on the computer, but that was it.
I thought he has an average endowment, but the wrestling inspired him. I would hate to think I am superficial, but a large cock altered my attitude to him. He was fully involved watching the wrestling matches.
He visited the spa with a friend, Whitman. Whitman was one of those men who become invisible when they walk past a white wall. He was a blond man with pale skin, watery blue eyes, and his pink tits and were the only color. His cock head was lavender. He looked fragile.
As the wresting ended, the men left or went to the showers to pick a playmate for the night. Courtland went to talk to the wrestlers.
Whitman was alone, so I went over to him. "Have you been here before? I don't think I've seen you here?" I asked.
"No, I'm sort of a 96-pound weakling. I am too embarrassed to go to a gym," he said.
"If I told you most of the men aren't here for the exercise, would you be surprised?" I asked.
He leaned close to me and asked, "Is it aways like this?"
"No. This is exceptionally busy. Men come here if they are tense and want to let off steam." I said. I lowered my voice. "Steam is the wrong word. They usually drain the sticky stuff they make in their balls."
"I know you work here. Do you have to clean it up?" he asked in a whisper.
"That nor much of a problem. many of the men suck it up straight from the spigot," I said.
"Do you do that?" he asked.
"I sure do. It tastes okay, but I have a warm spot for the spigot," I said.
"I've never done that," he said. "Do you think I would like that?"
I smiled and told him I could almost guarantee he would like it. Of course, I knew what he wanted and decided to put him out of his misery. I told him I was going to my room and asked if he would like to come with me. He followed me to the room.
"What do I have to do?" he asked when I closed the door.
"You know the rules here. It not what you have to do; it's what you want to do," I said. He looked relieved. "You know what I would like to do. Is that a problem?"
Whitman whispered, "No I would like that." I sat in the bed leaned over and wrapped my lips around his cock head.
After he shot off in my mouth about ten minutes later, he told me that he had sucked off some guys, but no one had sucked him. He was surprised how good it had been.
"You shoot a good load," I said. "Were you embarrassed I took it?" he nodded. I then asked if he forgot to be embarrassed as he was shooting off.
He laughed and said no, he was fine with that. "Do you take it up the ass too?"
"I sure do," I said, adding, "But I would expect you to open your ass for me."
"I don't know if I could do that," he said. "It seems so personal."
"I need to start cleaning up for the night. I wouldn't mind it you dropped in another day," I added.
"You aren't mad at me?" he asked.
I smiled and told him I told him there was nothing to be mad about. He left and went to help clean up the site of the wresting match. Woody, Troy, and Herb were picking things up. I believed his leading by example. We got the place back to normal in a half hour.
Herb spent the night with me. Some high school athletes have a crush on their coach. Herb wanted me to fuck him. After I shot my load into his ass, I skewered myself on his cock. Herb looked like the happiest man in the world. when he shot off six inches up my ass, he visited heaven just before he fell asleep.
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