Old Guys - A house on the Beach
By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@excite.com
This is a story about adult men intended for adult men. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that I have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. If you have any suggestion or comments, please e-mail me.
Helen died just after Christmas and my life became quiet and peaceful. We had been married for 31 not very good years. I had been a source of income and father for the children she loved but little else. When the children were grown, I was ready for divorce, and I think she was too, but she got sick. That was seven years ago, and I spent the intervening time either working or taking care of her.
She had no family of her own so I did it all, with the help of nurses and attendants. The kids had moved away and couldn't help much. Everyone thought I would be lonely after she died. I wasn't. I realized that I had been living for her and the children and hadn't done any living on my own. After several months I sold my construction business for a sum that surprised even me and decided to break away from the old patterns of life and start over. For the first time in years I suddenly had no obligations or commitments. I was wonderful. I could do anything I wanted.
I sold the house, put the furniture I wanted into storage and rented a beach house in Florida. It had a monthly lease that I could terminate at any time should the urge to travel overtake me. At 59, I wasn't exactly a beach bunny. I actually wanted to read a book or listen to a recording all the way through without interruption. That was my idea of a good time.
I was 5-10 and 200 pounds with more hair on my chest and gut than head, but more or less in good shape. I wasn't a babe magnet, but I also wasn't interested in any obligations, so that was fine with me.
My rental hose was in an unstylish part of Florida. It was a simple wooden cottage sitting on stilts dating from the 1950's, comfortable and pleasant. I could see over the dune to the ocean. I soon settled down to a routine of sitting on the beach and reading in the sun. After a brief sunburn episode I tanned and recalled how much I liked the sun. Helen hated heat and sun, so we had vacationed in the mountains. Since I rented in the fall, much of the area was empty of vacationers and most of the time I had the beach to myself.
A week or two after I moved in, the cottage next door was occupied. I was relieved to find it was an older man with no children. A day later he was walking on the beach and I introduced myself. "Hello. We must be neighbors." I said. "John Newcome here." He was a burly man with a salt and pepper beard and curly hair. He was more than six feet tall and must have been 250 pounds.
"Aristotle Metropolis here. Call me Ari." He said in a deep voice. "Just retired from 40 years in the restaurant business."
"I'm retired building contractor." I said. "It's nice and quiet here. We must be in the only undiscovered part of Florida."
"It can't be too quiet for me!" Ari said. "Every day at a restaurant is one step from disaster. Always a mad house! Give me peace!"
"Is your wife here yet?" I said. He wore a big gold wedding ring.
"She's been dead for five years." Ari said. "I can't get the ring off."
"I'm sorry. My wife died a few months ago." I said.
"We had a good run. It was an arranged marriage by our parents." Ari said. "No regrets, but not much sorrow either. It's over."
"That sounds like my situation." I said.
"Been nice to meet you, but I have a plumber coming to fix a toilet." Ari said. "Drop in and say hello any time." I thanked him, and he went to his house. I got my book out and started to read. Over the next week or so we saw each other every day, exchanged cordial greetings but he didn't bother me. He usually sat on the beach several hundred feet away with his binoculars and a bird book. He swam several times a day.
It was a public beach so people would wander through, but it was never crowded. There were several teenagers who staked out the area next to my house, and I heard them referring to this area as Gorilla Beach. Ari did have gorilla like characteristics. His hair was continuous from his beard to his toes. I had grown a beard, and when I looked in the mirror I realized that I was looking a bit shaggy. My hair is brown, mixed with white, but as I tanned, I began to look monochomatic. I had never thought of myself as a hairy guy, but the mirror made me reconsider.
I was a firm believer in frozen and microwavable food. Ari came upon me unpacking my car after a trip to the supermarket. He seemed genuinely scandalized at my purchases. That afternoon he invited me over for dinner. I didn't much want to go, but I didn't want to seem rude, so I agreed.
I arrived at six, Ari had drinks ready, and we sat talking at the counter in his kitchen. I had to admit that the food smelled wonderful, and the wine and conversation flowed easily. I recalled the tense and formal entertaining with my wife and realized that this was a very different experience, informal and comfortable. It was a warm night in October. He was shirtless and good company.
Dinner was spectacular. His restaurants must have been really successful. Everything tasted good, seasoned in unexpected ways. By eleven I was very happy and drunk as a skunk for the first time in years.
The next thing I knew, sunlight was pouring through a window and I was in bed. It was not my bed. I tried to get up, but the room spun around.
"Be careful my friend!" Ari said from somewhere in the room. "Just take it slow." I opened my eyes. I was staring at the biggest cock I had ever seen. Ari was standing next to the bed. He was naked.
"Shit! Is that real?" I asked. I realized that the after effect of the wine must have still been with me. Ari bellowed in laughter.
"It sure is!" He continued laughing. "Don't believe what you see in Greek statues. My wife said I was Trojan Horse hung! "
"Damn. I feel like I'm a dwarf in the land of the giants." I said. "I don't usually pass out the first time I visit a neighbor's house. And I usually don't comment on my neighbor's cock!"
"Well John, you sure aren't the first to notice it!" Ari said. "And you got nothing to be ashamed of yourself." I suddenly realized that I was naked. He must have undressed me when he put me into bed. "You're not going to make enemies by admiring a guy's equipment." I sat up. The bed was low so I was still face to cock with Ari. He took hold of it and pulled the skin back exposing his huge head.
I looked up at him. He looked at me with an expectant gaze. I leaned forwarded and took it into my mouth. He was soft so most of the massive meat fit in my mouth and throat. I had some gay experiences when I was in college, but never anything particularly exciting. At that time I attributed it to hormonal overdoses.
The minute Ari's cock touched my lips I knew this was different. I hadn't been this excited in years, or maybe never. In spite of my hangover, I got rock hard, overwhelmed with sexual passion.
"That's really good!" Ari said. "You're doing that just right. We can do this for as long as you want." I couldn't believe I was doing this and couldn't believe he was letting me do it. He wasn't exactly letting me do it, he was encouraging me, not that I needed any encouraging.
We were soon both on the bed sixty-nining as if we had been doing this all our lives. I had never had sex this good or exciting before. I felt my cum fill up my balls, and shouted that I was cumming. Ari just kept on sucking and soon he was sucking the jiz straight from my slit. I could hardly stand it. My mouth filled with a cupful of Ari's sperm and I swallowed it like a milkshake.
We laid panting on the bed. "Shit, that was good." Ari said.
"I don't know what got into me." I said. "That was unbelievable." I didn't really know what had happened. In a few seconds I had turned from a retired heterosexual businessman to a crazed cock sucker.
"Are you ok?" Ari asked.
"I surely am." I said.
"Do you want to do it again?" He asked. I had just shot off, so I almost said no. Instead, I attacked his cock a second time. I couldn't get as much of his cock in my mouth because he was still half hard. This time the sex was less crazed but more exciting. I wasn't driven so I savored and explored his cock. He was still dripping cum and oozing pre cum. The spell and taste of these sex fluids spurred me on. Ari shot off a second time after fifteen to twenty minutes of sucking. His orgasm induced the same reaction in me.
I must have dozed of in the relaxed period that follows a climax, for the next thing I remember was the smell of bacon. Ari cooked breakfast. I went to the kitchen and sat down.
"You're good!" Ari said.
"I don't know how. That was the first time." I said. My earlier experiences hadn't involved me sucking. "I don't know what came over me." He was still naked. "Maybe it was your cock. Damn it's big! Just beautiful!"
"Thank you for noticing!" Ari said, chuckling. "It does have that effect sometimes. I need to be really careful when I go to the Mall. I don't want a scene!" I looked at him, and realized he was joking. "Actually, I came close to having a problem in the shower of the Jacksonville Y. I, and it, were a hit."
"I hope no one was trampled?" I said. He roared in laughter.
"Were you there?" He responded. "It was damn close."
"I'm so embarrassed." I said.
"About what? We both adults, both enjoyed ourselves." Ari said. "What's there to be embarrassed about? I like cock, I guess that you like cock too. We both have them, why not use them?"
"I didn't know I liked cock." I said. Ari looked at me a bit askance. "I didn't know I liked it that much." I amended my statement. "I had no idea I could suck."
"Well you can and you are good at it!" Ari said. "And unless I'm a bad judge you'll be doing it again!" I looked at him. "After breakfast!" Breakfast was as good as diner had been the night before. I forced myself to go home and show at least a modicum of self restraint. Fortunately Ari said he was having some company for the week end, so I would have some opportunity to straighten my self out.
I was puzzled as to why I had done it, and surprised that I had liked it so much. I remembered that thirty years earlier a guy had blown me. It was better than jerking off, but nothing like the episode with Ari. I went out to the beach to read. That night I ate my microwave dinner and went to bed early. I was tired, but I dreamed of Ari's cock. I dreamed I was stranded on an island with his cum as my only food. At first I just drank his cum for breakfast lunch and dinner, but later he seemed to have added some seasoning and used it as the basis for a special salad dressing.
Sleep was not as restful as it might have been. When I woke, I remembered the time I had told my sons to look at women as people, not sex objects, but here I was thinking about Ari as a cock, although as a big cock. I went back to sleep again and dreamed of calling Dr. Laura about my dreams, and being very surprised that she wasn't more sympathetic. Then Dr. Ruth called me and told me I had dialed the wrong number. It was not a good night.
That morning I toasted my pop tarts, thinking that Ari was cooking something special for his guest, and then went to the beach. It was an exceptionally warm day for this time of the year, and there was a thick haze in the sky. The beach was almost deserted. I got my book out and promptly fell asleep, with no dreams.
A clap of thunder woke me. A storm had rolled in and I ran to my house to close the windows. I saw that Ari and his guest were doing the same in the house next to me. Ari saw me and yelled to come over, have some lunch and meet his friend. I ran over, getting soaked in the sudden downpour.
"John, I'd like you to meet, Billy Prouste." Ari said. "Billy, this is John Newcome." I shook hands with the man. Something clicked in my brain.
"Wild Billy Prouste?" I asked. I looked at him and immediate realized that he was the former star football player. He was older than I remembered, probably 65-70, but still muscular. He had a blond crewcut, now more white than blond, his trademark bristly mustache and a great smile. He had a smile that had sold millions of dollars of products through the years.
"Not wild any more!" He laughed. "Not unless I get really lucky! You got to promise me. No football talk! Ari told me he had a football free house! No shop talk."
"Don't worry about me. I can obey the house rules." I said.
"How does a beer sound?" Ari asked. "I was going to cook out, so I need some time to figure out another lunch."
"That sounds good to me, but don't do anything special!" Billy said. "After last night's diner I can die happy without ever eating again. It was spectacular." He turned to me. "Ari had the most successful restaurant in Orlando. He helped me develop my chain of gourmet fast food restaurants."
"Old friends?" I asked.
"Old and best." Ari said. He purported to have nothing to eat in the house, but I suspected that his was a dramatic pose to make the final lunch seem even more impressive. I was right. The storm was terrible, heavy rain and high winds. The lights went out as did the air conditioning. I was going to go home after lunch, but the storm was too fierce, so I stayed and we talked and had another beer or two.
It was really stuffy inside the closed up house. Billy took off his shirt. At 6-2 and 210 pounds he was a pre steroids muscleman. The hair on his chest was close cooped like his crew cut, and darker blond where it wasn't white. He had a good tan, and was in good condition.
Billy was a couple of beers ahead of me and was sitting next to me on the sofa, getting cheerful. "Ari and I go way back. His father ran the concessions at the stadium and Ari brought food to the locker room. We got to be friends."
"I never got to see the games from our stand, so I think I must have known Billy five years before I saw him with clothes on." Ari said laughing. "Someone spilled an entire container of chocolate syrup on me as the team was leaving the building. Billy told me to go to the locker room to shower, he had some extra clothes that might fit."
"He saw me dressed for the first time, and I saw him naked for the first time." Billy said as he put his hand on my leg. "I never saw anything like it! What a piece of meat!" He paused. "Ari said you had the same reaction I had to it night before last. You two really got it on." He slipped his hand into my shorts and felt my cock. I had no idea what to say or do. I didn't now if I was in deep shit or just in over my head. Billy looked at me and saw that I was uncomfortable.
"Don't worry, John." He said. "That cock of his is one of the seven wonders of the natural world! It's only natural to like it. It seems like a waste not to use it whenever you can."
"Billy and I were planning to have a little relaxation time this afternoon, and we'd be pleased if you'd join us." Ari said. "You don't have to, but if you want to, we'd be pleased as punch."
"There's enough cock for everyone!" Billy said. I was hard by then and Billy unzipped my shorts and began sucking me off. That seemed to make up my mind for me.
"Let's get to the bedroom where we can be comfortable." Ari said. I was uncomfortable as we went to the bedroom, but I must admit that Ari and Billy did everything they could to make me feel welcome. I had thought that group sex was odd, and would be embarrassing. It turned out to be an embarrassment of riches. My sexual experiences had always been either furtive or barely tolerated. I had a few one-nighters out of town. These had not been satisfactory. My wife regarded sex as a technical requirement needed to get children.
Ari and Billy liked sex, and weren't afraid to show it. Plain, old physical enjoyment was their objective. They were enthusiastic, guilt free and willing. They also had no hesitation about telling me what they liked nor about asking what worked for me. I hadn't actually ever considered that in my thirty-year marriage. Not only did they ask, they also acted on it. I didn't know that sex could be so good.
Billy had a cock the size of a large tube of toothpaste with 8 inches of family sized pleasure. He was uncut and it turned down when erect. Ari had a 12 incher that bent up toward his navel. I was a mere 7 inches and the only cut member of the trio. Ari's cock was the focus of sex for him, but, Billy was different. As he got more excited, his whole body became sexually sensitized. By the time he climaxed the first time, it was as if he had become a 6'-2" penis. Every touch gave him pleasure.
For years I thought that I wasn't a particularly sexual man, but that must have been because I had never been with particularly sexual people. This was wonderful. We all responded to each other's enthusiasm. By the time Ari climaxed the first time, Billy and I shared his load, licking the bloated head as Ari ejaculated volley after volley of cum. Billy and I then sixty- nined and exchanged loads. We lay on the bed wound down some and talked. Ari went off to get some things ready for dinner. It seemed to me that my time at the house was equally divided between good food and great sex.
"John. I have a favor to ask of you." Billy whispered. "Ari and I have been friends for years, but I really love to get fucked. Ari's too big for me. Would you be willing to give me a poke?" I had never fucked a man before, but I was excited enough to screw anything or anyone that was remotely receptive.
"Would Ari mind?" I asked. "I don't want to trespass."
"Not at all. We talked about it last night." Billy said. "We had another unsuccessful effort to wedge his meat in my ass. He knows I like back door sex. He thought you had the right size cock, and maybe I could take cock in both ends. We aren't really lovers, you know. We are friends and playmates. We aren't jealous of each other's pleasures."
"I've never fucked a guy before."
"You fucked your wife, didn't you?"
"Yes. But I'm not sure I associate fucking with pleasure." I laughed. "It was a mixed blessing."
"My ex and your wife must have been sisters!" Billy said. "It's dirty. It's disgusting. I have a headache." We both laughed.
"Do you think that if our wives had been more responsive we wouldn't be together naked in bed?" I asked.
"Shit no." Billy said. "I've screwed a lot of women. Football stars get the pick of the litter after every game it seems. The quarterback gets the best of the lot. Most were hot and good, but nothing has equaled Ari. It just seems so right."
"That the same way I feel." I said. "I can't believe that I have done the things I have done over the last few days, and enjoyed it so much. I'm waiting for the guilt."
"Are you a good Catholic boy?" He asked.
"Good Presbyterian!" We both laughed. "But I'm thinking about converting to Druid. Or maybe a worshiper of Priapus." Billy looked puzzled. "The cock god." I said. "Much admired by the Greeks."
"We no one admires Greek cocks more than me!" Billy said.
"Are you guys talking about me?" Ari said as he returned to the room.
"Sort of." Billy answered.
"Well let's forget the "sort of" and get down to serious play!" Ari said. He got on the bed and Billy started sucking Ari's monster. "Shit Billy. After all these years, you can read my mind." Billy had his ass in the air and his hole open to my view. Billy was still a bubble butt, and the pink rose bud was poking out of the hole, surrounded by darker skin. Ari passed me a bottle of lubricant that had been on the side table of the bed. Clearly they had planned this and had guessed that I was game.
I lubricated my cock and positioned it at the hole and nudged it in. I have a blunt head, almost the same size as the shaft, absolutely straight, about seven inches and maybe an inch and a half in diameter. It's not quite a beer can, but comes close. Billy was extremely muscular so it wasn't easy getting through the sphincter. He fought me, relaxing so that I would penetrate a little, then tightening up and trying to force me out. I would have thought I was hurting him if he hadn't been moaning so much.
Suddenly my pubic hair was brushing his hole. I was fully embedded. He was still sucking Ari as I did him doggy style. I leaned over him, with one hand on his tit and the other on his cock. He was still for a minute or so, then began undulating his ass. Soon he was massaging my cock with is rectum. His sphincter was tight and I almost felt like he was trying to trap my cock inside. I could get used to this.