Life After Being a Child Star 5
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 had a quiet summer. A new teacher took the summer school class. Helen had just graduated from college and this was her first time teaching. She wanted the experience and could use the money. Her parents had been supporting her and she wanted to demonstrate she was independent.
I realized this was the first real vacation I had ever had. When I was a child star I worked through the summer. At college I took summer classes to fill in gaps in my parents home schooling efforts. I had a few calls from Helen asking for advice, but she was intelligent and energetic. It was clear to me she would become a good teacher.
I stopped going to the early morning swimming sessions at the school. I liked swimming and missed my sessions with Rudy and Rodney.
A few weeks later, I had a sudden vision. I could have my own pool. I had money and a large lot. I called a few pool suppliers. I told them what I wanted and happened to mention I could pay in cash. I am not a cynical person, but the pool guys were exceptionally responsive.
One company called the Pool Guy had a good reputation and the owner, who happened to be named Peter Poole, was very responsive. He told me he had a pool and pool enclosure available. A homeowner had bought a pool. Peter ordered the pool, had it delivered to his shop and then discovered the local wheeler dealer who ordered it had gone bankrupt. The guy left the country for a Caribbean Island with no extradition agreement with the United States.
It was a pool and a glass pool enclosure. It was very expensive. I took me a while to realize that cost was not a problem for me. I said I would take it and asked him when he could start. He was desperate and said he could start in a week. I said sure and gave him a check for half the cost.
Peter Poole almost cried when I gave him the check. He was a reserved man but he was on the brink of bankruptcy and had been desperate. He got a permit in a few days. My big lot meant there were no zoning problems.
He showed up the next Monday with his crew. His crew included his tow college aged sons, his wife, her brother, and four older guys. I could tell my purchase of the pool solved a lot of problems for the family. To say they were fast, efficient, and careful understated the case.
His sons were filling in for day labor and they weren't used to manual work. They started the day early to avoid the afternoon heat. I provided donuts and drinks, coffee for the adults and soft drinks. The building inspector, Tommy Smith, came first thing in the morning. He knew Willy Franklin who some times helped him in difficult situations. He was uneasy about taking free coffee. I told him he was getting the left over stuff that I was going to through out.
"You could eat it," he said.
"You may not have noticed, I my body is not going to blow away in a strong wind. You can save me from temptation," I explained.
Tommy was a stickler for the rules, but Peter Poole was a perfectionist. They got along well.
By the end of the week the pool was in the ground. It was prefabricated and made of a heavy duty fiberglass like material. The paving was of interlocking blocks. The mostly prefabricated enclosure was completed ten days later.
The lower part of the glass enclosure was double glazed with blinds in the space between the glass. There was a retractable shade for the roof. The pool could be used for much of the winter. I realized that the man who originally ordered the pool had spared no expense. I laughed to myself. That was no problem if you didn't plan to pay for the pool. I paid bills immediately and that continued to be inspirational.
I called Jeff to landscape the site. He knew what plant materials were available. Mrs. Poole, Penny, had been a landscape designer. She got along very well with Jeff. He and his crew finished the site with sod, trees and bushes a week later. When he was done, it looked as if the pool had been there for years. It was a standard size pool, and as the light faded, it seemed almost cozy. I hate to think of myself being sex obsessed, but I realized the dim lighting was ideal for a sex party. You could see what you wanted to see, but you didn't feel exposed
That evening Jeff, Ed, Edgar, and Lafayette came over and we enjoyed the pool. The enclosure was warm, but comfortable. Ralph came by and joined in on the informal pool party. Ralph didn't know the other men, but he was a good looking, friendly man.
Ralph talked with Jeff about the landscaping. They exchanged the secret gay handshake. Jeff asked if he had any problem taking dark meat. Ralph told him he was fine.
"You're a good looking guy. You might get too much attention," Jeff explained.
"That has never been a problem before," Ralph said adding, "Pleasurable interludes have been rare. For your information I am versatile."
"My pals entertain on the front and back porches," Jeff said. He added in a whisper, "My pals are all tested. Do you have a problem with 100% fresh and hot man seed?"
"I haven't had a problem as yet," Ralph said. "I'm pretty sure I won't have a problem tonight."
Ralph did not have a problem. Jeff, and his pals had a good time spent in Ralph's ass. We all had a good time. The party wound down and everyone went home except Ralph. He helped me turn off the pool systems and lock up the pool enclosure. The enclosure acted as the fence and unless it was closed I could be liable for anyone who fell in the pool.
Back in the house, I mentioned that he got quite a workout Jeff and his pals.
"They were good, well hung men," he said. "I had some Black pals on the teams back in high school and college. One pal told me that if I took his cock up my ass and took their load when we first met, his ass would automatically be open for my cock from then on."
"Did that turn out to be true?" I asked.
"As far as I can tell it has." He said. "If we get together again I am pretty sure it will evenhanded."
"Jeff seemed to like you a lot," I observed.
"He is a leader of men. He liked my ass and the way I took his tool," Ralph said. "He loved using his pals cum as lube. He like to push it in deeper." He paused and added, "My cock is still fully loaded. Is there any chance your ass has an itch that needs to be scratched?"
"I'm tired but a little tender loving up my behind might be a nice way to relax," I said as we went to my bedroom. We showered to get to pool chemicals off our bodies. I was surprised that his cock seemed to have grown since I last saw him. I was tired, but he was not tired at all.
Ralph fucked me off and on for a few hours, I dozed off a few times, but that was not a problem for him or for me. I turned into a nice dream for me. He woke up before me the next morning and made breakfast for me before he went home.
On Friday evening Willy came by with a friend, Tommy Smith, the building inspector. Tommy was nervous.
"Tommy told me your pool turned out well." Willy said. "I was hoping to try it out."
"I was thinking about taking a dip myself. It hasn't cooled off much at night." I said, "Would you like to join me?"
"I was waiting for you to say that. Tommy's a good swimmer, but he doesn't have his trunks. Is that a problem?" Willy asked.
"There is still some light. We can frolic in the semi dark and no one will know about our swimming attire!" I said. We went to the pool. Tommy was an intelligent man who predecessor was corrupt as hell. That had caused a scandal that resulted in the Chief Building official being fired. His replacement was suspicious of everyone.
Like Willy, Tommy was badly dressed. He didn't want to be showy at all. Under the ill fitting clothes Tommy was in good shape and was a good swimmer. Willy was also a good swimmer. I can do better than a dog paddle, but Olympic gold is far, far away.
Tommy was uneasy and shy. Luckily, he was also horny and since there was a sexual possibility, he got more horny. Willy and Tommy's relationship was entirely oral. I am versatile and have a warm spot for the bottom.
Tommy has an uncut, thick, six-inch cock, with a large knob. He was sitting on a bench. Willy came over and fed him his cock. Tommy's cock got hard, so I began to suck it. This turned out to be the first time he had been double teamed. He liked like it a lot. Tommy got really excited.
"Teddy loves a cock in the ass. Why don't you give him a poke," Willy suggested.
"I'm afraid I might shoot off," Tommy said.
"That is what Teddy wants," Tommy said. "If you rear load him I can use your sperm as lube. I love that!"
A little later Tommy was deep in my ass pounding like a madman. He tried to pull away after his first ejaculation, but Willy made him stay in and complete the orgasm.
When Tommy pulled out some sperm drool out. "Damn, you lubed the entire love tunnel," Willy said as he positioned his cock head at the drip and pushed it back into me.
"Damn, it's smooth," Tommy moaned. "There is nothing like fresh man seed in a tight ass."
"Are you going to cum in him?" Willy asked.
"I sure am," he replied. "Now, I you want to fuck Teddy a second time and feel what it like, He's a good sport."
"I couldn't do that," Tommy replied. A little later I discovered than Tommy could and did fuck me a second time. After he finished shooting, Tommy sucked me and took my load with considerable enthusiasm.
Several days later, Junior Poole, Peter Pooles' oldest son came by. He had been at St. Francis School, but had not been associated with the moonshine group. He said he was looking for a hammer. I knew there wasn't a lost hammer, and he and another reason to visit me. Junior was looked a bit like his father but was taller and thinner.
I offered him a Coke. He looked embarrassed. We talked some and then he said, "Some guys say you are gay," he said. "I kind of think I may be gay too."
"Well, I am what I am. You're not the only gay guy in the area," I said. "It's natural and not that unusual."
"I've never done anything other than look over the guys in the showers," he said. "I want to do more, but I don't know what more is."
"I assume your school wasn't into sex education," I said.
"Being gay was the worst thing you could be at St. Francis," he said. "The only sexual advice was to find a bitch and fuck her. Be a man."
"Did they mention that can cause pregnancy?" I asked.
He laughed and said, "Nope. I've never done anything with guys or girls." He paused and added. "Is there any chance you could help me out?"
"I am a history teacher," I said. He told me the teachers at St. Francis were aggressive, nasty and rude. That was their interpretation of masculine. After a pause I asked if he would like to take a swim.
"That would be nice," he said. Somehow Junior and I knew we would be skinny dipping.
I was sitting on the edge of the pool. Junior was in the pool.
"What next?" he asked.
"That is entirely up to you," I said. Seconds later my cock head was in his mouth. A minute later he was trying to deep throat my cock.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
Junior looked up and said, "It's better than I thought I would be. A lot better."
"Do you want me to suck yours?" I asked.
"That would be nice, but I want to taste your cum first." he said.
"That's pretty heavy duty for you first experience," I said.
"I have a feeling I would really like it," he replied. He was right about that. It was as if he was in a desert and found a pond in an oasis filled with sperm instead of water. He loved it while I was shooting off and sucked until he had coaxed the last sperm from my tool.
When he left, he asked if he could come back again. I said that was fine, but he needed to check first, I didn't want him to run into one of my friends.
He said he would, but he wouldn't mind meeting one of my friends.
"We need to be careful," I said. "You might be double teamed."
"I have one friend who might like to meet you," Junior said.
"He has to be above 18 and into it," I said as Junior left. That was not as much as a no as I planned to say.
I enjoyed my first no stress summer vacation. Rudy came over and helped to improve my swimming skills. My pool became an informal club house for my friends. The combination of swimming and fornication was attractive. I had vague worries I was having too much sex, but those worries were unfounded. Rodney referred to me as a sexual sponge.
There were some changes. Ralph became the Athletic Director and Football coach for St. Francis School. He was physically impressive and had a strong personality. He launched a what he called a Real Man campaign. That appealed to the alumni. The actual name of the campaign, known only to Ralph and the students, was "Real Men aren't Assholes."
My house on a large secluded lot, with a pool. It became a poplar meeting place. I told people that I had my own life and drop-ins were not wanted. That wasn't true, but I didn't want things to get out of hand.
The fall semester was without drama or excitement. Helen turn into a good teacher. She was committed to teaching and was inspirational. We got along well with the students and with me. The mess at the Christmas ball had a good effect on the students. We were both teachers and protectors. Helen could be more direct with her students. She wasn't a girly-girl, but she was every inch professional women who was no fool. She told them not to date assholes, and if you do don't marry them. That became gospel to the girls.
In the middle of the Christmas vacation, Two days before New Years Day I had a call from Junior. His parents had gone on a vacation the Caribbean, and he was on his own. He asked if he could come over. He said he had a pal he would like me to meet. I said he could come over. He was at the door a minute and a half later. He must have called from his car.
Junior introduced me to his friend, Allen. I shook hands. We sat down and talked. Junior was a biology major. Allen was on the wrestling team and Biology was a required course for him. If he failed it he was off the team, so Junior was tutoring him. Allen was maybe five-six and 180 pounds.
Junior asked if the pool was heated. I told him I was going to winterize it after New Year's Day. It had been a sunny day and the pool was warm," I said. We were nude and in the water five minutes later.
"I assume you are here to have some fun," I said.
"We've done some stuff, but I wanted to have some one who knows what he is doing, too .. ." Junior said.
"Expand our repertoire." Allen added. "Junior said you were good. Actually he said you were really good. We have sucked each other off. That's about it."
"You know that sex lessons and sex are the same thing?" I asked. "An educational fuck and a loving fuck are the same thing."
"You are sort of detached," Junior said.
"Did you tell Allen that you shot off in my ass." I asked. He nodded.
"Did you feel detached?" I asked. Junior smiled and said no.
"I am a lucky guy in some ways," I explained. "I feel excitement and pleasure while I am fucking. Sometimes, I sort of fall in love when I am ejaculating in an ass. That feeling usually ends with the last ejaculation. Some men think my sperm deep in their ass is a proposal."
"Don't worry about us," Allen said.
We went back into the house to my bedroom and sucked for a while. Junior and Allen had explored sucking and were expert. Allen had a stubby, toadstool type cock. At first I thought it was short. It was a standard six, thick inches. His beefy body made it look smaller. He was uncut and his cock head was tender and responsive.
"I want you to fuck me," he said. "Will you shoot off in me?" he whispered.
"My cock has a mind of its own," I said.
Five minutes later I was lubricating my cock. Allen's legs were on my shoulders and I nudged my cock into his asshole. "Are you ready?" I asked.
Junior had a bottle of poppers. He gave Allen a sniff. I felt his ass relax as the poppers took effect. I pushed hard and suddenly my cock vanished into his ass. Allen was naked, hard and fucked. For the first time he surrendered to the sexual intensity.
I pulled out a few minutes later and Junior took my place. He shot off five minutes later after some intense pounding. When Junior pulled out, Allen's cock was fully erect and drooling precum. I straddled him and sat back on the erect cock. I bounced on his tool until he shot off like a 4th of July fireworks display.
Later that night I visited Junior's ass and left a deposit. Just before dawn, my cock slipping into Allen's ass woke him up. After ten minutes of casual thrusting I told him I was going to shoot off.
"Fill me up!" he cried.