Grandma's Bed & Breakfast 3
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!
The Grandpa's Playpen group were nice guys, horny as shit and paid well. They knew of other groups of older men who would like Grandma's Bed & Breakfast. Wallace gave us a great recommendation to similar groups.
Michael Angel Lowe managed the day to day operation of Grandma's Bed & Breakfast. Taking care of the bookings and financial aspects of the operation was my responsibility. I realized my sex life was splitting into two parts. There was my own purely recreational sex and there was business related sex. Eventually a sexual interlude replaced the handshake.
The next group to visit us was the Paramount Accountants Society. The members were accountants, bookkeepers and financial advisors. The group was made up of mostly middle aged men. They met twice a year for a seminar on current issues in accounting. That was a fake name which provided a plausible reason to have an all accountant orgy. The president was Huston Howell.
The accountants shocked me at first, but I realized that gay men were distributed evenly across the male population. That included financial types. I expected them to be uptight and timid. That was partially correct. Perhaps half fit that expectation. The other half were crazed sex maniacs. They wanted wild, uninhibited sex. The uptight and timid men were there to be used as sexual toys by the other half.
That was what I expected, but that wasn't 100% true either. A man's professional demeanor is not always related to their sexual demeanor. When Huston Howell visited to check us out, he was an uptight business man when we discussed prices and services, and an almost deranged sex maniac as soon as an agreement was signed. His ass was both very tight and incredibly responsive.
I am not a virginal as I might be, but I was uneasy about sex in place of a handshake. I was comfortable when I mingled with the guests. The wallflowers and shy men attracted me. I am friendly and sexually generous. Many of these episodes were rewarding. I have been surprised some of the men had never topped before. When a sixty-year-old, anal virgin ejaculates for the first time in my ass, I feel warm all over.
I also feel excitement when an older man who had just lost his partner drains his balls in me. These men thought their sex lives were over. They discover there is a light at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel just happened to be on the dark side of my sphincter. Some of the men wanted to feel a hard cock pushing into them so they could recall the good times. Several were shocked and pleased when they felt sperm tickling their asses for the first time in years. I suspect it was better for them than for me. Fortunately, for me a bad orgasm is an impossibility.
Once and a while after a man hands me a check, he expects a blowjob. I am an accommodating man. While we strip, some men act as if they are dressed. When I lick their cock, they hardly react. I do my best, but they can't seem to produce the ooze I associate with sexual excitement.
Houston Howell, the head of the Paramount Accountants Society, was a treat. The guise of an uptight, button-down business man concealed a the body of a total slut. His business suit enveloped a hairy otter. He had low hangers and an uncut cock. His foreskin was already dripping precum as he stripped. As soon as my tongue poked into the puckered tip of his skin, it was a race between my my tongue trying to lick his cock head and his cock head trying to escape the confines of his foreskin.
I won the race, but Houston was fine with that. He had a wide piss slit and I seemed to think my tongue could get deep into his shaft. I couldn't get that deep, but he enjoyed it. He enjoyed it a lot. After some play he told me he wasn't much of a bottom, but he thought my cock would be a good fit.
Houston was a perceptive man. I slipped my cock into his ass and all was well. When I began to ejaculate, he shot off hands free. That was a first for him. When I stopped shooting I relocated and sucked his cock. I took the late drool and then licked of the rest of his sperm from his hairy gut.
"It sex here like that all the time?" he asked after we calmed down.
"It varies with the man," I said. "I think it will be good for you. If you encounter a lull, come and see me.
"This has been fucking beautiful," Houston said and he leaned over and licked the last traces of cum on my cock head. I need to confess that my sexual urges tend to be on the high side. That tends to encourage sexual generosity.
I do not enjoy code minimum sex. Some men just want to get off and any nearby mouth or ass will do the trick. This is often the case in the men who say, "I'm not gay, I just need to get off with someone who will not get pregnant."
Self delusion is not a good basis for a relationship. "Know yourself," is a good basis for a good life. Some people base their lives on a lie or a delusion. You can end up as the unrecognized genius who dropped out of high school and now resides on the bar stool next to the wall in the local dive.
Most of our client base admits they are gay. They are at least moderately successful if they can afford to pay our fees. There were two problem groups among our clients. We encounter trust fund babies, and full time boy-toys.
Trust funds tend to encourage late maturation. Everything comes to them without effort. It is just what they are due. Boy-toys are pretty and that is all. Many like sex with men, but for some, sex is just an alternative to getting a job and getting a life.
Paramount Accountants Society arrived a little after noon on Friday. They came in chartered a bus having gathered at the nearest big city. Most seemed to be dressed for golf. There were some younger men in the group, but most were over fifty and less than seventy. The society required a medical exam as a requirement to for attending the seminar. Everyone passed, so a cum swilling event followed by a bareback interlude was possible.
We had a good lunch, and the men were in a good mood. Michael Angel Lowe gave a little lecture after he greeted the men. That was a hit. He began with conventional greetings and then showed them his impressive paintings of nude men inspired by Michelangelo. As he showed more paintings he stripped. He was a good looking man.
He managed to be both very handsome, and friendly enough to seem available. In my mind he was available if you got real lucky. Houston Howell stripped too as did most of our staff. Two thirds of the Paramount Accountants Society membership were soon nude or nearly nude.
"You may have noticed that the dress code at Grandma's Bed & Breakfast is into comfort and is ever so slightly informal," Michael explained. The men laughed. "I know you are all staid and conventional. I have one bit of advice to you. Don't be yourself!" The men burst out laughing again.
"Put your calculators away. One cock can be fun. Two cocks are better. You have thirty men here, and twelve staff. If each cock is six inches long, we have 21 feet of cock," Michael said. "That is 84 balls pumping out gay joy juice. Lets all share the joy!"
"You may have noticed, I am not a shy man," he added. "You may have guessed I am a proud gay man. Let's admit we are all gay and show it off. For a few days you don't need to hide anything. Sperm is a taste treat. A twitching cock in your mouth is a sexual lollipop. A cock massaging a well stretched asshole is a thing of beauty" he said.
"You're a fucking poet!" a man yelled.
"I'm not sure about that, but I do know that a little poetry combined with a cock seconds away from an orgasm can be a thing of beauty," Michael said.
"It doesn't last," a man remarked.
"Fireworks don't last, nor do flowers in bloom. The excitement you feel when your team makes a winning touchdown in the last minute of a game doesn't last either," Michael said.
"My mom was a loving and polite good woman. She impressed on me the need to use the words please and thank you. She told me half the problems of the world be solved by using those words," Michael said. "We are using our bodies for mutual pleasure. Let see how much fun we can share!" We all adjourned to the pool. Everyone had a good time.
Grandma's Bed & Breakfast always needed repairs. That afternoon I had to meet with a contractor, Kon-Tiki Construction. The firm's name was stunningly inappropriate. The owner, Rick Smith, had been deeply impressed with Thor Heyerdahl's raft trip when he was younger and never outgrew it. We had a problem with a pump in the pool.
Rick was experienced and was a good craftsman-builder. He also liked usual projects. Rick would have been a hippie if there were hippies any more. Rick was middle aged and gay as were his two men, Jody and Toby. Jody was a beefy fifty-year-old man. Toby was thirty and they were partners. Jody had been a jack of all trades and a plumber. Toby was a certified electrician and carpenter.
Our original building was a big, eccentric, Victorian mansion complete with two turrets. Most contractors saw it as a builder's nightmare. Rick thought it looked like fun and was interesting. The first time they did work for me, they rebuilt the turrets.
They worked on other projects around the pool They knew about our dress code. Rick asked if they had to pay extra for the use of the pool. I told him all was well. I told him that swimming was okay as long as they skinny dipped. That was not a problem
Jody was a bearded bear with a scar on his face from a construction accident. He was heavyset and he had more hair on his chest than on the top of his head. He cock was six inches soft and looked like a battering ram. He had a scowl on his face due to a scar. When he smiled he looked like Bad Santa. Toby was tall, slim, muscular and an otter. Oddly, every hair was in place. It was almost as if he had a perm. He had large low hangers.
While we talked Grant came in and told me the pump had stopped working and smoke was coming from the pump compartment. Jody raced to the electrical panel and cut the breaker. It turn out the pump was fine. Something was blocking the flow of cooling water into the pump. That had to be between the pool and the pump.
All the guests were out of the pool. Jody and Toby stripped naked, jumped in the pool and used a long probe to search for the blockage. The men of the Paramount Accountants Society thought this was immensely entertaining. Rick, Jody and Toby were macho, rough trade in their view. Jody's scar made him look like a pirate. Jody was well hung, muscular and his thick cock was uncut. Rick had a beach comber, surfer look. They were a wet dream come to life. Several of the accountants had pools and they were helpful.
After an hour of searching, the problem turned out to be discarded plastic cup that formed a clog. Once it was cleared, Rick flicked a circuit breaker and the pump began pumping. It was getting close to dinner time. This was to be a picnic barbecue around the pool. The accountants had already invited the men of Kon-Tiki Construction to join then for dinner. A few of the men who helped them had both invited them to stay, and made it clear their interests were not platonic. The Kon-Tiki men were close, but their relationships were not exclusive.
Houston made a pass at Rick. Rick told him he wasn't that kind of a guy. Then he explained, "You are lucky. It turns out, my cock and ass are total sluts." They were two uninhibited men who struck pay dirt.
A distinguished looking man of about sixty, Virgil Louis, had been one of the helpers. He was particularly helpful. He said he possessed the pool from hell. He lived in a wooded area, and his specialty was removing dead animals. He worked with Jody. Once he got over Jody's fearsome appearance, the sexual attraction grew.
Both Virgil and Jody were well equipped. Jody didn't have a shy bone in his body. I had a feeling that Virgil was normally up tight, but Jody was inspirational. His body was well used due to heavy work, but it was muscular, and his modest looking cock grew to be impressive, and was clearly in tip top condition. Jody was just a hard working man who was getting older. Jody also wanted some loving combined with heavy duty sex.
Virgil wanted a good sexual interlude. The size, and more importantly the girth of his cock meant that sex was always intense. They connected.
Three older men entertained Toby. Toby was young, very macho and friendly. The oldest man, a sixty-five year old retired accountant, named Mark asked what Toby wanted. Toby said that he was wondering what it would feel like if he fucked three guys in a row. He added, his boss' brother was a nurse, so he had been tested before he came here saying, "Once and a while we had a really good time at Grandma's."
Mark said their was a chance this was his lucky day. The man next to him asked if Toby could take his time.
"I like things slow and easy as long as I get to my final destination," Toby said. "I need to warn you, if it's really hot, my cock sometimes has a mind of it's own."
"We've all been there when we get really excited," he said. "We understand." Some of the accountants may have been use to fillet-mignon, but in the hands of a good chef, ground round can hit the spot.
I am not sure that sperm varies much in taste but when it's served from a spurting cock, it can taste like the food of the gods. That doesn't happen every time, but when it does it is magic. It was a good evening for all of us.
If a good portion of the accountants hadn't been bald, they would have let their hair down. It was a warm, but not hot night. Some of the men were here to connect with old friends. Very few nude gay men are good about resisting temptation. It seemed to me that few even entertained the possibility of resisting friendly, naked, men.
Houston told me that most of the men were versatile and open minded. I encouraged the staff to be attentive to shy men who sat in the dark corners of the pool. Rupert was one of the oldest men there. He was about eighty and had a companion-nurse with him. I talked to Walter, the nurse. He told me this was probably Rupert's last visit.
I talked with Rupert. He had been a high style fashion-costume designer in Hollywood. He had been the exclusive designer for several flamboyant divas. His partner had been a member of the Paramount Accountants Society and he came to these events. When his partner died, they were nice enough to invite him. "I'm old, but I like the scenery!" We had a good conversation. Rupert had a good sense of humor.
He fell asleep mid sentence, and I helped Walter get him into his room and into bed. Walter had the adjoining room. We had a beer and Walter told me this had been the most animated Rupert had been in months.
As I got up to leave, Walter asked if the hired help could get into the action.
I told him I didn't think there were any rules about it. "There is an informal rule encouraging men to exchange sperm before they went to bed," I explained.
"Blow job's?" he asked.
"Sometimes," I replied. "Sometimes I like a delivery in my back side."
"You do?" he asked. I nodded.
"I haven't shot off in a week. I might make a mess," Walter said. I smiled.
"Man seed is a gift, not a mess," I said.
"The last guy who wanted to fuck me was Rupert's nephew," he said. "I think it was a dare from his buddy."
"How was it?" I asked.
"Okay, but no cigar," he replied. "I did his buddy the next day. I doubled the size of his asshole and he wanted to me to adopt him. It turned out that the nephew was an asshole. His buddy discovered what he had thought was sex was just foreplay. He wanted a daddy. What are you after?"
"To tell you the truth it's not a daddy." I said. "Now a daddy cock backed up by a pair of cum filled balls is another matter all together."
"Damn, this is our lucky day." Walter said.
Walter wasn't a big man, and he wasn't handsome. He was pretty average with the exception of his toned and muscular body. Lifting, hauling and providing physical therapy for his patients was hard, physical work. Many of his patients were elderly so he had a delicate touch.
During the next fifteen minutes, the combination of Walter's physical strength and a delicate touch was unexpected, and my body responded to every movement he made. I had a sense that he knew more about my body better than I did. While I knew his impressive cock was deep in me, it felt as if it was a part of me that had been lost but now found.
"This is beautiful," I said. "I'm in fucking love."
"Don't worry. After I shoot off, I'll pull out and you will go back to being normal," he said.
"I don't want that," I moaned.
"Just relax and enjoy the ride," he said.
His orgasm was spectacular. As his cock returned to normal size, I felt warm and content. I was happy but not in love any more.