Mr. Andrews 6
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a sexual fantasy with no effort made at real life experiences. If you object to gay fiction, DO NOT READ. This story is not for you. If you have any comments, send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.
I may have been almost unconscious as Mr. Andrews fucked me while I sucked Lowell, but I was alert enough to suck up all of Lowell's cum as it suddenly gushed into my mouth. I swallowed several times before Lowell freed his cock from my mouth and spurted the remainder of his load across my chest. Some may have splattered Mr. Andrews.
I wasn't very experienced, but I did know one man's orgasm often precipitates another. Mr. Andrews' thrusting changed. His cock was huge, but I could feel it swell one size larger. Then he popped, unloading his man seed ten inches inside my ass.
Andy pulled out after a half dozen ejaculations in my ass, but still had enough spunk in his balls to coat my gut and chest. He looked as relaxed as a man could be. There was cum everywhere. I'm not sure, but I think Billy and shot off just after Mr. Andrews. I heard Billy moaning as he rear loaded Lowell. Billy pulled out from Lowell's ass. The hole stayed open for a second or two. It had been really stretched by Billy's fireplug. Cum dribbled out until the sphincter closed, trapping the remainder of the load in Lowell's ass.
This was the first time when my overall level of sexual excitement was so high, my orgasm merged into those of the other men. My own climax complemented the spurting cocks in my mouth and ass. There was a real feeling of friendship and comradeship. We broke apart, but stayed close.
Mr. Andrews must have fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow and the last drop of cum drained from his cock. I thought that was good, since he was so tired from his all-nighter completing the painting. I close my eyes and when I opened them it was six in the morning. I must have been more tired than I had thought. Lowell had left at some time during the night. Billy and I had to get back to the resort, so we dressed quickly, said good bye to Mr. Andrews and left.
"Did anything happen after I fell asleep?" I asked Billy as we got in the car.
"Not to you!" He said laughing. He told me, he and Lowell had several repeat performances. They had really hit it off. The trip back was quiet, since Billy was driving and couldn't read my lips in the car.
The next month at the resort was a madhouse. Fortunately all the confusion was behind the scenes, and the guests only saw a well-run hotel.
Billy and I were at the center of things. He knew how to fix just about everything, I discovered I had a knack for solving personnel problems. Several people quit as soon as the work load increased, so many of us had to do extra work. Mr. Adams was a good man and eased the way with cash. Extra work meant extra salary and that was greatly appreciated, especially by those of us college students who were saving up for the next semester at school.
The whole period was an absolute sexual desert for me. Mr. Andrews was at his home, Billy was too tired to do anything and there was no reason for helpful but horny Troopers or Forest Rangers to come by the resort. I didn't actually notice this until later. There was so much to do, and so many problems to deal with, I didn't miss the sex.
We were six weeks into the season when I got a day off. Mr. Adams transferred a new manager from another part of the hotel chain so the pressure suddenly dropped. The new manger, John Travis, immediately got along with Billy and the Sunrise Lake Resort settled down into a routine.
I was going to have Friday and Monday off, so it made for a nice long weekend. On Wednesday night I got a call. It was from Woody, the Trooper.
"I hear you were getting some time off." he said.
"How in hell do you know that?" I asked. "Is there a jungle telegraph here in the deepest Adirondacks?" Woody laughed.
"Billy told me. I ran into him in town." he said, then there was a pause. "I was asking him to come and meet a friend of mine. Billy said sure, but he thought you might like to meet him too." I had a good guess what Woody had in mind. I was a bit flustered, being asked to a sexual get together by a State Trooper. I mumbled something.
"Billy thought if you liked Andy so much, you might like Stanton. He's like Andy in some ways." Woody said.
"He's an artist?" I said. Woody burst out laughing. I immediately knew what he was referring to.
"Well, he might be an artist in some ways." Woody said, still chuckling. "He's a really nice guy. You'll like him. Lou will be there too." I agreed to meet the guy. Woody told me Billy knew where they were meeting, so I could hitch a ride with him.
I was going to talk to Billy and see what was up, but the phone rang a second time. It was Mr. Adams. There was a problem with the kitchen staff and I was needed. That took care of all my free time for the next day.
Billy came to see me at 11:00 or so Thursday night.
"I'll pick you up at 8:00 tomorrow. We're going to Woody's camp, it's real nice. He has a whole lake to himself." he said.
"Who is this Stanton?" I asked.
"I don't know. Woody said he was a friend." Billy answered. Billy got close to me. "Woody said he had a big one, but didn't know how to use it. He wanted me to give the guy some lessons. I told him, you were a lot better at it than me." He paused. "You can hear and everything." Billy almost never mentioned his deafness. I knew he was uncomfortable in situations with new people. I guess it would be extra difficult to be with someone you didn't know and were supposed to be guiding through the world of man sex.
I had been thinking about begging off, but decided to go with Billy. I said I'd meet him at his car at 8:00. He looked really happy.
I didn't sleep well that night. Until now, I hadn't planned any of the sexual experiences in my life. They had just happened. It seemed odd to be meeting with some guys to have sex. Maybe I was a romantic who thought chance and unplanned meetings were natural. It seemed calculating to plan in advance. I also had to admit, Stanton excited me a bit. I had no idea what he was like other than having a big cock. Mr. Andrews excited me and I didn't know if it was him or his cock. I had heard the phrase "size queen" and wondered if it described me. I guessed I would know more after I met Stanton the next day.
I was at Billy's car at eight on the dot and we were off to Woody's camp. I don't think it was far from the resort, perhaps 20 miles as the crow flies, but it wasn't a straight line. My sense of direction is good, but after an hour of driving, I was completely turned around. We went on back roads off of back roads, across an un bridged stream or two and then through deep forest before we arrived at a cabin in a small clearing.
Woody's cruiser was there. It was still, except for a plume of smoke rising straight into the cool blue sky. We got out and went to the door. It opened and the biggest man I had ever seen opened it. He must have been 6-5 or 6-7, 350 pounds, bald with a black beard, ruddy cheeks and a smile. He was dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans.
"Billy? Bobby?" he asked.
"You got it." I said. "You are Stanton?"
"Yes sir! That's me. Woody, your friends are here!" he bellowed. Woody appeared from the side of the cabin.
"I see you've met. Come around to the back and let's have some breakfast." Wood said. We went through the dark cabin, out the back door and were amazed at the view. Thick trees enveloped the house except for a twenty-five-foot break of mown grass. On the other side of the lawn was a sparkling lake hemmed in by steep mountains. It looked like something out of a Hollywood version of the American wilderness.
The forest was so thick, I had no real idea of the topography. The mountains, the lake and the view were all a surprise. The view was fantastic. There was a chill in the air making it seem even more pristine than it was. We complimented Woody on the view and his good fortune in having such a place.
Stanton cooked breakfast over an open fire, it was hearty and filling, bacon, eggs, bread and fish, just caught that morning on the lake. I stayed near the fire, since it was cool when you sat down. I shivered a little.
"It warms up real fast in this valley." Woody said. "You're lucky Stanton is here, my normal breakfast is granola bars."
Stanton was a lumberjack and he looked as if he could harvest trees with his bare hands. He was very cheerful and hearty, like a young Santa Clause. After breakfast we all went to the lake and boarded canoes to look it over. I had no experience with canoes, but Stanton was my partner and had no trouble powering the small boat by himself. Woody was right, as soon as the sun reached the valley it warmed up and turned hot.
We reach the other end of the lake and got out on a beach like area.
"And now for the surprise of the lake!" Wood announced grandly. He led us up a stone outcropping to a ledge and there we found a natural pool. "This is the swimming hole. Spring fed, but sun heated. The water in the lake is always cold, here it feels like the spa at the resort." I bent down and touched the water. It was warm. "This is also the only bathtub in the area." Woody said as he stripped. "Feel free to join us, if you want." He was already naked and jumping in the water.
A huge, hairy form was right behind him. It was Stanton. Billy was stripping, so I joined them. The water was perfect, cool, but not cold. It was just deep enough to swim so I did some laps. When I got out, I sat on the rock. A cloud covered the sun and it was cool. I shivered. Stanton was next to me and pulled me into his arms. He was warm and I snuggled up to him.
"You're thin." he said. "Stay near me, I never get cold." The sun came out again, but I didn't leave his arms. Woody and Billy were still in the water.
"This place is unbelievable." I said. He rubbed me, getting me warned up. His hand got near my cock and touched it. I was hard already. "Sorry about that." I said.
"Nothing to be sorry about." he replied. He was a big man, but he changed positions and had my cock in his mouth in a single quick movement. He swallowed the entire cock. Much to my surprise, he was a delicate cock sucker. His tongue explored every inch of my cock and balls, but it was tender and very exciting.
"I see you guys have made friends!" Woody said as he got out of the water. Stanton started, abandoned my cock and looked at Woody. "Stanton, don't stop on my account, go to it. Billy and I are going to have some quality time ourselves." The big man smiled and engulfed my cock again.
"Let me explain what's up here guys." Woody said. "I met Staunton several months ago when I was doing funeral duty. His friend, Wally had died and left him alone. I knew Wally, he was a nice guy, a lumberjack, but a bit strange. He had a wife and kids, but had Stanton living at a cabin, working for him."
"It turned out, Wally hadn't done any of that Social Security stuff and hadn't been paying him for the last few years. Things were all screwed up. Wally's wife had no idea what was going on, but wanted to make things good. She thought he was the caretaker and was willing pay up.
"Wally was a wily one. Stanton had quit school at 16, partly because he had academic problems, partly because he had a hankering for cock and thought he was evil. His parents weren't too enlightened on the subject. Wally hired him as a helper and took him in as a sex partner."
"I got involved because of the potential involuntary servitude aspect of the case. It wasn't involuntary, since Stanton was there willingly, but there was no pay. The widow payed him off and gave him the cabin he had lived in for 15 years. I found him a new job. I also found out we shared the same sexual interests."
"You've been great!" Stanton said, breaking off from his cock sucking for a second.
"That's when I discovered Wally was a "johnny one note" sexually. He liked being sucked. That was it, period. I was the first man to suck Stanton's cock." Woody explained. "He liked that a lot."
"I didn't know sex could be so good." the huge cock sucker murmured. It was clear he didn't want to leave my cock alone for more than a second or two.
"To make a long story short, Stanton is a sex machine. He loves it." Woody continued. "I've expanded his repertoire a lot, but I was hoping you guys could help with his education. His ass is virgin and his cock has never felt the inside of an ass. You know I'm not too good at that. I can fuck all right, but he's way too big for me to take."
"Stanton, you need to stop now, or I'm going to shoot." I said. He looked up at me and smiled.
"You liked it?" he asked.
"Look at my cock and you can tell." I said. He got up and sat next to me. Billy was sucking Woody as the Trooper told the story. Stanton was all muscle, covered in curly black hair. His skin was a pale and pick where it wasn't tanned. Then I saw his cock.
He was a big man, all over, but I knew big men don't often have matching cocks. Stanton had a telephone pole hanging between his legs. He was more than half hard, and must have been 12 inches of man meat, thick, uncut and beautiful. Hanging below were two, tangerine sized balls, low hangers in a stretched ball sack.
His cock head was half out of the foreskin and his piss slit must have been a half inch wide. I wondered how deep my tongue would go into the shaft. That was when I began sucking him like a crazy man. I had a pretty good idea of just how much I was attracted to big meat. I was in heaven.
"Not too much play now. We have four days of rest and relaxation, I think we need to pace ourselves." Woody said. "We need to get some more fishing done or we'll have no dinner." I unwillingly released Stanton's cock. His eyes met mine and we made a mental appointment to get off together.
I'm not much of a fisherman, but I had a good time. Woody stayed with me, since I was new to fishing and gave me some lessons. It was very relaxing.
"I hope you don't object to coming here to be a sex toy." Woody said.
"You may not have noticed, but I like sex." I replied.
"Me too." Woody said laughing. "Let me explain why you are here. If it offends you, just pretend I didn't say it."
"Don't worry, I don't offend very easily." I said. "After two days of dealing with the kitchen staff at the Resort, I've got thick skin."
"Stanton is really sweet. He looks full grown, but he's a kid at heart. Very inexperienced. I've tried to teach him some things and he liked it all. Not just likes it, he's grateful. He's 31 and it's all new and wonderful for him."
"It's bothered me he doesn't get really hard. It seems to me he never gets beyond the 75-80% mark. Hard enough to shoot, but never that rock hard, ready to explode level I get to sometimes." Woody continued.
"Well we were talking a week ago and I mentioned fucking. Believe it or not, it had been all oral. That was so good the alternatives didn't come up. I explained it to him. He wanted to know what it felt like and I told him that too. It hadn't occurred to him you would shove your cock into a guy's ass. When it explained it, he thought there was no way for a guy to take his cock. Wally had average endowment, and I'm just a bit above average. Wally had told Stanton his cock was a freak of nature and would scare most guys."
"Wally sounds like a sweet heart." I said.
"Let's just say he was a bit possessive." Woody stated. "Stanton wanted to know what it felt like. To tell you the truth, I told him what it was like when I fucked you the first time. I told him how your ass lips parted and welcomed my head into your ass. It was like my cock found it's long lost home as I slipped deep. Your insides were so hot and quivering."
"Stanton told me he was too big for that." Woody continued. "That was when I told him about you and Billy being able to take Andy's cock. I stroked his cock and realized he was really hard. The talk about fucking had done the trick."
"So that is why Billy and I are here." I said.
"Yep, that's it." Woody answered. "I talked to Billy and asked him first. He's a good friend and I knew he wouldn't mind. He wanted you to come too. I barely know you, but it did seem to me you like the experience with Andy. I hope you aren't offended."
"I hate to say it, but I'm not offended at all." I replied.