Long Shadow Island 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 bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
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Let me start by saying that Long Shadow Island isn't haunted or cursed. It was built and owned by the same family, the Longbrocks, for a century. They loved the island. It was an isolated, quiet and peaceful retreat. It sits on a small island where Lake Ontario becomes the St. Lawrence. To the west of the island is hundreds of miles of clear, open water. To the east are the Thousand Islands. The setting sun in the west made the island cast a long shadow.
The house was a low, granite pile with a large tower that somewhat resembled a light house. The west face was mostly stone, with small windows. The west wall protected the house against the western winds. The east side had more glass and was bright and cheerful looking. There was an elaborate sunken garden and a small pool on the east side.
There was a boathouse on the mainland 300 feet away. The mainland was a 500 acre dairy farm. The boathouse was granite too and it attached to the winter house. That was where I lived in the winter when the island was iced in. I am Robby Hill, the caretaker-handyman. I inherited the job from my uncle.
The island house looked like a castle, but it was a cheerful place, much loved by the family. They loved the place and several came to the island to stay after retirement or to recover from an illness. Several members died at the house, but that was not because of a curse. It was because they loved the place and felt at peace there. Five years ago the maintenance of the house was too much for the Longbrocks. They made it available for rental.
The house was leased by a Hollywood star, Buster Randolph. He wanted a place to get away from it all. Most Hollywood stars want to get away from it all in Vail, Las Vegas or Monte Carlo, not the North Country of New York. There were no photographers willing to live in a hamlet in the North Country to get a picture of Buster and his most recent bimbo. The fishing was good, and if you liked it quiet and secluded, Long Shadow was the place for you.
Buster was a popular star of the Redneck Buddy movies. He portrayed a crude, under educated redneck who was in NASCAR themed movies or gross out movies aimed at teenaged boys and immature men. They were cheap, trashy movies that made lots of money.
Buster was a convincing actor. Not on the silver screen, where his lack of acting skills was famous; his whole persona was an act. He did come from Arkansas, but his father was a doctor and his mother was a school teacher. He was a normal, well-educated man with a knack for playing rednecks. He came to Long Shadow Island to be himself and abandon his Buster personality.
He was also famous for dating bimbos and slutty starlets. His life was a long, trashy soap-opera. That too was faked. None of them would visit the St. Lawrence and get their hair blown around by the continuous wind. The air was cool and fresh and they liked their air hot and smoke filled.
Some of Buster's buddies loved the place too. Travis Smith, Goober Vance and Tommy Timber liked the island. They were Buster's goofy sidekicks. Travis was an updated version of Gabby Hayes; Goober was more of a Grizzly Adams type. Tommy seemed to have modeled his career on Don Knots. At one time the house had a cook and a maid, but Buster wanted to keep it simple and he took care of cleaning up. So the house was inhabited by Buster, his guests and me. It was quiet. That was fine with me. I was always busy fixing whatever wasn't working. In a 100 year old house, that was a lot.
I'm 45 years old now and in my prime. I think of myself as being in my prime, but I admit, most people might think of prime as being 50 pounds lighter than and not as hairy as I am. I was working on fixing a broken slate on the tower roof when Goober came up to look.
Goober was six feet five and a golden bear. He wore a shirt only for dress up. He was comfortable shirtless with a 20 mile and hour breeze and 65 degree temperature. The view from the tower was spectacular. I was shirtless too. The roof was hot, even with the breeze.
I took a break and sat on granite parapet. Goober sat next to me. "Do you get lonely here?" he asked. It must be really quiet in the winter."
"I like things quiet," I replied.
"You're not married? Do you have a girl friend?"
"Nope, I'm not the type," I said.
"I'm not the type either," he said.
I didn't know where this conversation was going, but I had a suspicion. Now, if you like manly men, Goober was the gold standard in manliness. I had never been near a man half as attractive as he was. I was surprised at the tone of the conversation, but a bit excited too. When I was a teenager, I had played around with Randy, a kid from High school. But other than that I had missed out on sex. Goober put his hand on my leg. I jumped a little, but I didn't move away.
"I don't mind helping a guy out once and a while," he added. A little later my cock was in Goober's throat and I was flying high. It hadn't occurred to me that he wanted to suck my cock. I also hadn't guessed that a Hollywood cock sucker would be vastly more skilled than Randy was.
I wouldn't say that I was the most perceptive man in the world, but I guessed I needed to take care of Goober too. Randy had blown me, but I had just helped him jack off. Goober and I went into the tower room and got naked. He was mostly hard, but the fore skin still covered most of his knob.
I surprised myself when I pushed my tongue into the puckered tip of his cock and peeled the skin back. With Randy I had been afraid to touch his piss slit. I had tasted my own precum, but Goober was oozing premium brew. I loved it.
We went at it hot and heavy for a while then calmed down. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm a lot better than okay," I replied.
"I was getting close," he said. "Do you want the load?"
"In my mouth? I asked.
"I'll deliver it anywhere you want," Goober said. "I like it in my mouth or in my ass."
"You take it in the ass?"
"I sure do, Buster likes to make rear deliveries," he replied. I returned to sucking his cock.
"I'm really close, Robby!" he said. I continued sucking. He let loose. It was a flood of man cream. Unexpectedly, I shot off. The first two spurts were into the air, but then his mouth enveloped my cock. I thought his orgasm was done, but that seemed to give him a new start. Randy had never taken my load except for one spurt, when I surprised him. This was good.
I later found out Goober had been a scout sent out by Buster to find out if I was with the program. Later that day Buster came over to me. "Goober told me you guys hit it off," he said. "I hope you liked it as much as he did?"
"He couldn't have liked it more than me!" I said. "I haven't done anything like that since high school."
"Goober was afraid you might have been shocked or offended."
"If I was shocked it was a good kind of shock," I replied.
"We're a friendly group of men here. My pals and I are into man fun, so if you want to join in don't be shy. It's not part of your job description," Buster said. "Goober said you were inexperienced, but he said you took his load like a pro. Let me be frank; we aren't inexperienced. We know how to have fun."
"I liked what I did with Goober," I said. "I didn't expect it to be so good. I'd like to do more of that."
"That is not a problem," Buster said.
I had a busy day of fixing and repairing. Our oldest boat, a beautiful mahogany inboard, the Tycoon, was having engine problems. It could seat eight and had a canvas cover so it could be used in rain. Built in 1923, it needed care. I worked on it and found the problem. If you fix the little things right away, you can avoid bigger problems later on.
Tommy came by to watch me work and helped me some. He had been an auto mechanic at some time in his life. He wasn't a looker, but he was a nice guy. Tommy usually played the role of a comic sidekick. I found out he was also a script writer. He was a genuinely funny man with a unique approach to life. Brought up in the boonies, he had gone to UCLA and could see the humor in each. The city slicker and the hillbilly interaction was the basis of Buster's movies.
Tommy was wearing cut-off jeans and a plaid shirt, in what I would call the Daisy Duke style. The jeans were really short, and the shirt was tied off around his waist. The sexy bimbo outfit on the ungainly man was disconcerting and comic. I was in the boat and he was on the dock and the cut-offs weren't able to contain his cock. They were short-shorts, but not that short. He had a long snake and his cock showed. I had a good view. He noticed and adjusted his shorts. He adjust them so I would have a better view. I smiled.
"Robby, you have noticed my marketing technique!" he exclaimed.
"Do you show cock to get a job?"
"No, no, no! I do nothing as crude as that, until later. I have a collection of old jeans that have wear spots. They show off what I am packing," he explained. "A goofy looking extra isn't the same thing as a goofy looking, well-hung extra! I got a job as a pit crew member on one of Buster's first movies. He noticed the snake and we were off to the races."
"You used sex to get the job? Did you put out?"
"Shit, I'm willing to put out for anyone who is willing," Tommy explained. "I am not so pretty that I have to beat them off with a stick. My cock, however, sells itself. Since it's attached, I come with it!" We talked a little longer and then he went to be with the rest of the men. I notice that the atmosphere of the place seemed to relax that afternoon.
It turned into an unusually warm day for St. Lawrence and the breeze was cooling and comfortable. We went on a cruise on the Tycoon to make sure it was working well. We had lunch on the boat. It wasn't fancy, but it was good. We were back at Long Shadows by 4:00. It was cocktail hour. Buster never allowed drinking on the boats. He was afraid of bad publicity from a drunken episode on the river and the potential for drowning.
The island was small as was the pool. It sat in the middle of a formal type garden planted in flowers that could survive the difficult conditions on the island. It was slightly sunken and the plantings were big so it was sheltered. I made drinks as the men talked. Buster stripped naked and jumped in the water. The other men followed. I joined in.
I paddled around for a while and then just rested in the warm water. Travis came over to me. He looked like Gabby Hayes, but he had a surprisingly muscular and young looking body. "You must work out," I said.
"I work out some, but I'm younger than I look. My hair and beard turned white when I was in my 20s. That would have been a problem until Buster needed an old geezer type for one of his movies," he explained. "Boys looking for daddies get surprised when they discover I can fuck for hours. I have a young man's cock. I stretch them wide and wear them out."
I must have looked a bit shocked. "Robby, I hope it didn't offend you," he said to me under his breath. "I'm not quite a virginal as I seem to be on the big screen. I forget my manners sometimes."
I smiled. "I'm not offended. It's just that I'm not use to talking about sex," I said. "Actually, I'm not use to much sex at all."
"I'm not as use to it as I would like to be," Travis said. "I'm not what you would call a babe magnet anyway. I'm use to hiding my tastes so it nice to be stranded here on the island where I can let it all hang out."
"Well, I've never let it all hang out," I said. Travis reached out under the water and fondled my balls. I reached over to him. I found a lot more than I anticipated. He had huge balls.
"Buster told me you were pretty inexperienced," Travis said. "I'd be willing to give you some lessons."
"Is this a charitable gesture?" I asked.
"I'm real experienced and really good at man sex so that would be good for you," he said. "I really enjoy breaking in a new man. Sex with Buster, Tommy and Goober is great, but new meat is always exciting. If you are the romantic type and are looking for a life partner, I'm a bad choice. If you want to have a good time and learn just how good sex can be with man, I can help you out. I can do it all and when we are done, you will do it all too."
"I'm not sure I want to do it all," I said.
"That's sensible, but let me suggest you try it all," he added. "Once you've tried it all you will know what floats your boat. Most guys are uneasy about getting fucked, but I'm really good at that."
"I might like to fuck some too." I said.
"Well Robby, this is you're lucky day. My ass is itching and lubricated. Poke it in and let's have some fun!" Travis tuned his back to me and bent over.
I looked around the pool. The other men were talking and watching. "It's kind of public," I said.
"They've all done me and none of us is shy," he said. "I helped Buster with some tension relief a little earlier and you may encounter some of his special sauce. Give me a poke."
That conversation had me excited so I pushed my cock at his hole. The water was a little chilly, but his ass was nice and warm. As soon as I was deep, Travis tightened his sphincter and grabbed my cock. I would have thought that shoving my cock into the ass of a man I barely knew would be strange and uncomfortable. It felt as if my cock had found a home. Tommy later told me that Travis had a smiling ass. It welcomed you to his rectum.
I didn't expect his ass to be almost prehensile. Sometimes it felt as if it was shrink-wrapped to my cock, firm and tight. He could relax and it was like fucking an ass filled with Jell-O. "Damn, you are juicy!" I said.
"You can thank Buster for that," Travis said. "Just pump away and turn Buster's cream into cock butter."
The men gathered around us. "Take your time, Robby. Travis can take it," Goober said.
"You knew I can't count the number of times I have fucked Travis' tired old ass," Buster said. "I keep on thinking I will pass it up this time. Somehow I always end up plowing him again and damn, if I don't get all hot and bothered every time."
"You told me you love my ass more!" Tommy whined.
"It depends whose ass I am plowing at the time!" Buster exclaimed. Everyone laughed. When Travis laughed his ass twitched and I lost it. I had a spectacular orgasm. I pulled out after a few ejaculations and sprayed Buster and Goober. They seemed to like that. Buster even scooped up some of my cock spooge and tasted it. Things calmed down after that. We all talked and relaxed.
I didn't realize it at the time, but my orgasm was a hit. I had always thought of my orgasms as being messy. I always shot off a lot of thick, sticky cream. It made a mess. Buster was into man seed big time. He craved it and he had a difficult time getting enough of it.
His pals knew about this and they kept an eye out for heavy cummers. In me they found the mother lode. They were all pals, but Buster was the goose that laid the golden egg. They looked out for him and made sure he was happy.
Buster was the boss and I assumed I would be sucking him. I didn't know about is particular interest and taste. I didn't guess that Buster would want me as a sexual soda fountain. It was odd, but relaxing and letting Buster suck me to completions was not hard work. It was a hell of a lot easier than fixing the roof.
For the rest of the afternoon the guys kept me occupied and excited, but kept me just short of an orgasm. Buster just watched and smiled. I guessed he wasn't into screwing with the help. I was wrong about that; the guys were just insuring that my balls were fully recharged. The men went off to the house to get dinner ready leaving me alone with Buster. I would have loved to suck him, but that wasn't in the cards. He wanted me.
He was a master sucker, and I appreciated that. It didn't take long for him to coax my load from my balls. That is when he got into it big time. Buster didn't like my cock, he worshiped it. It was as if it was the Holy Grail and my seed was communion.
I thought of my cock as being messy, but not a drop of my home made elixir escaped. He savored it. When I stopped shooting he wasn't finished. He wanted every drop, every drip, and every squirt. Usually I drool for a while after the main event. Buster liked that too. There was nothing left when he finally pulled away.
The guys had rejoined us and were watching. I guess I should have felt embarrassed. I wasn't use to having an orgasm with an audience. They looked pleased. They were all good friends and they enjoyed watching Buster's obvious pleasure. I was in a bit of a daze. Buster was a good sucker and my orgasm top notch. It was also much extended since he sucked after the orgasm and seemed to have a knack of encouraging later ejaculations. While he was my employer he was also a famous movie star. It was hard to believe he wanted me, and wanted my sperm even more.
I calmed down and we went to eat dinner. It was nice, no one took special notice of me. I felt like one of the guys. Goober took me aside and told me I had done well. "Buster love the cream. You make the primo handyman's special. You can make him a happy man if you let him milk you from time to time," Goober said.
I smiled. "Well, that easy enough," I replied.
"You know we are all willing to help you spread your wings and have some real fun?" he asked. I nodded. "Let me tell you, we would all like to fuck you. We're having a little contest to see who gets to pop you first."
"Do I get a choice in the matter?" I asked.
"You sure do," Goober exclaimed. "I just have a feeling you would like it. As I said, we aren't virgins and I'm a pretty good judge." He leaned close to me. "If I were you, I'd try Travis. He had a nice cock, not too big, not too small, but he's messy. Travis begins to oozed and drip as so as you mention sex. He self-lubricates. You will have a nice juicy ass long before he fills you with his cream."
"You recommend him?"
"I do," he replied. "In case you are interested he has a nice tight hole, real tight." It was getting late and I went to bed. I tend to wake at 5:00 so I don't keep late hours. I was going to thing over my situation before I fell asleep. But that didn't happen. I put my head on the pillow and the next think I noticed was the sun rising.