Old Guys Part 6
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.
After the previous nights this night was restful and pleasant. I slept until nine and didn't get over to Ari's until ten. Everyone was gone, I guessed bird watching since the car was still there. I sat on the deck and watched the sea and fell asleep again on the chair.
The roar of a helicopter engine woke me. It was flying really low. A few minutes later another flew by and I went to my house and got my binoculars. They were hovering around a speck on the horizon. With the binoculars I could see that the speck was an oil tanker. A Coast Guard Cutter arrived, racing across the sea toward the tanker.
There was some smoke coming from the tanker's funnel. It was difficult to see want was going on, but there was a lot of activity around the ship. I looked at the tanker more closely and realized that the plume of smoke was getting thicker.
Ari ran up. "Oil spill! A big one!" he screamed. That was when I heard what sounded like distant thunder. A huge plume of black, billowing smoke rose from the vessel. Ari ran inside to the phone and called some of his bird watching friends. The channel 7 Eye in the Sky copter passed over head. Gil and Billy joined me. I went to my house and got out my high-powered telescope. Returning with it, we set it up and the extent of the problem became more obvious.
"The tanker had a small fire." Gil said. "The crew tried to put it out themselves and it got out of control. At least that's what the radio said."
"Well unless I mistook what I just saw, I think the ship just exploded." I said. In the distance the plum of smoke continued to climb, widen and thicken. Through the telescope you could now see flames. The Fire Department arrived as did the rescue squad. Mike, our playmate of the night before was driving the truck. He figured that our houses were as close as they could get to the disaster and within fifteen minutes we were the headquarters for the rescue operation.
The tide was going out so copters could drop on the beach the crew members they rescued. The paramedics gave first aid and then transferred the victims to hospitals. Every rescure squad in the area was there. The mayor arrived with the police chief. The mayor was lost. He was an insurance agent, and seemed to look at the event as a possibly serious loss for some underwriter.
Billy, however, was a natural leader, and famous, and he took charge. The mayor was smart enough to let him do it. The Police chief was efficient, once he knew what to do and he controlled the crowds and kept out the onlookers. Ari and Gil alerted the conservation and environmental groups. Billy called the governor and impressed on him the seriousness of the situation. He also called the President. It is hard to believe that a quarterback could do that, but they were golfing buddies.
Billy said this had all the makings of a major disaster and that a full out effort was needed immediately to keep it from getting out of hand. "My friend here just watched the ship explode." Billy said. "This could wipe out half of the cost of Florida if it gets away from us." The President understood.
Having Billy here focused media attention on us immediately. It was a slow news period and the 24 hour news programs needed something to broadcast so the television cameras were set up on the deck, giving continuous coverage. With the national attention and resources were focused on the situation. Soon booms and specialized equipment were on the way from all over the Gulf from as far away as New Orleans and the Texas coast.
Promptness pays off. The fire was controlled and the ship kept afloat so that the oil leak was limited. The weather was calm and the containment booms were successful. It was an exhausting week, but a very satisfying one.
Our weekend of sexual experimentation was over. There was nothing that we could do with the audience and national exposure. Billy and Gil went off to Washington to testify to a Senate committee on the environment. Ari and I were busy rescuing birds and animals unlucky enough to get trapped in the oil that spilled.
Fortunately once the disaster was averted, the media attention vanished. Two weeks later we were back to a normal routine. We weren't able to get together again until after Christmas. Billy was too busy doing bowl games until then.
"Billy will be here on the second week of January." Ari said. "He says he's extra horny now, so be ready for some fun. Gil will be coming too."
"I'm ready." I said.
"H e asked me if you might get Mike over to join us." Ari said. "And he said that maybe the Police Chief was interested."
"Chief McDonald?"
"Yep." Ari laughed. "Billy's a fast worker. I don't know how he and the chief connected. I thought they had a camera on them at all times, but he must have."
"Has he planned everything?" I asked.
"I think so. He told me to get a couple of extra tubes of lubricant if the Chief comes. He said we'd need it."
I saw Mike at the hardware store and he was ready and more than willing. As I drove home I saw flashing blue lights behind me and pulled over. It was the chief.
"You're Billy's friend?" He asked.
"I sure am." I said.
"Can we talk a little? Private like?" He asked. I nodded.
"Is my house private enough?"I asked. He nodded. He followed to the house and came inside.
"Troy McDonald here." He said, shaking hands. "You are John?"
"Yes, I take it you are Billy's friend too?" I said.
"Billy asked me to get together with you guys next weekend." Troy said. He was a big man, six feet but 250 pounds so he looked a bit shorter than he was. He was balding and had a walrus mustache. His shirt was a size too small, so you could tell there was a good deal of muscle in with the fat. He looked like the caricature of a southern sherif.
"Not really, but I'd like to be." He said. "We kind of . . . Hit it off during the oil spill." I smiled.
"Billy and I have. . . Hit of off once or twice too." I said. He looked at me oddly, then smiled.
"You know what I'm talking about then?" He said. I nodded. "Well, we really hit it off. I don't think I've ever enjoyed anything so much in my life. I've never done it before." I looked at him oddly. He smiled. "Never had it even come close to being that good. He said he'd like to do it again but he wants to be with you guys. He said I was welcome to join in."
"He told Ari that."
"I don't want to come if I'm a gate crasher." He said. "I'm not really into this group thing. But. . . .."
"You really want to get together with Billy again?"
"Bingo." Troy said. "Shit, I can't sleep without thinking about it. I wake up hard and unhappy! I'm not a beach bunny. I've not been naked in front of strangers in years. "
"We aren't the kind of men who require you to have your hair and nails done! It's not a Miss America contest." I said laughing. "We're laid back, no pressure to go anywhere you don't want to go."
"I'm the sherif." Troy said. I knew where he was going.
"We're into mutual fun, not political action." I said. "We all like each other. It has been a surprise to me. I didn't expect to like it as much as I do. I didn't know I'd like it one on one, and didn't have an inkling that I'd become a member of a quartet." I paused. "You know though, I certainly haven't regretted a moment. It's been a new world for me. I didn't know it liked sex until I met Ari."
"Billy said he was big?" Troy asked.
"He sure is." I said. "Are you into size?"
"I didn't think so." Troy said. "But Billy described you all naked and I seem to have been dwelling on Ari. I don't know what's happening to me. These are new feelings. It's kind of scary."
"Don't worry too much. The feelings seemed all new to me at first." I said. "Looking back, I realize that the feelings were there, just repressed. In my case, really repressed. I was always happiest on the construction site, working with the men. I was surrounded by hard-working men and didn't recognize the sexual component. I never did anything." Troy looked at me.
"I like being surrounded by cops and troopers." He asked. "I hadn't thought of it that way. I'm married, but that certainly hasn't been a success. I love my kids, though. I wouldn't give that up for anything. I've never done anything with a cop." We understood each other. I offered him a beer and we sat down and talked.
Troy's gay experiences were like mine, few and far between. They hadn't been very successful. He was uncomfortable with effeminate men, and was uncomfortable with his sea lion like figure. He relaxed. It was about five and Ari called.
"I've just caught the mother of all fish! Can you come over for dinner?" H asked.
"I'd love to. I'm with the chief now." I said. "We're talking."
"Bring him over. There's more than enough." Ari said. "I'd like to get to know him." I asked Troy and he was interested.
"Come over in fifteen minutes." Ari said.
Troy called his wife and told her he was eating out and would be back late.
"Does she mind?" I asked.
"Shit no!" Troy said. "She only minds if I stay home. We ain't love birds anymore."
"Were you ever lovebirds?" I asked, smiling.
"Everything was great until the wedding day. It's been bumpy since. Thirty-five fucking years." We finished the beers and walked next door. Ari greeted us with great enthusiasm.
"A great fish!" Ari said. It was still warm and he was shirtless. "Welcome to my house." They had briefly met during the spill, but Ari had been with the conservationists and their paths didn't cross much. Wine was out as Ari whipped up a dinner. Troy took most of his hardware off and unbuttoned his shirt. He was almost as hairy as Ari, but much more grey.
Dinner was great as always and Troy was appreciative. "Damn! I haven't eaten like this in years."He said. "Too much fast food for me. I'm too busy to cook for my self, my wife is too lazy, and even if I did cook, we'd have to eat together. We both try to avoid that."
"My eating habits changed for the better when I moved next door to Ari." I said. "Actually, all of my habits seemed to have changed."
"I could use a change." Troy said.
"Billy told me you were well on the way to breaking out." Ari said with a smile. "You are going to join us next week?"
"I think Troy will be joining us. That's what we were talking about at my house." I said. "He was feeling a bit uncomfortable with it."
"The more the merrier! The oil spill interrupted our fun and games." Ari said. "We have some unfinished business."
"I don't want to get in the way." Troy said. "Three's a crowd."
"Not the way we play." Ari said. "Four was no problem, five or six won't be."
"What about three?" Troy asked.
"I'm willing to give it a try." Ari said. "What about you, John?" I nodded and we went into Ari's bedroom. Troy was a big boy everywhere. His mustache was walrus-like and the rest of him matched. His body was thick and hairy as was his cock. It must have been two and a half inches in diameter and more than six inches long. It was a massive tube with a cut head. He was already erect and that gave me a good view of his monster balls.
My balls don't have much feeling, I am a cock man, but Troy's were a turn on.
"Look at those seed factories!" Ari said. "No need for desert tonight!" Troy dropped to his knees and sucked Ari's equipment. I got on the floor and sucked Troy. His cock was dribbling like a leaky faucet. There was a steady stream of precum oozing from his spigot. I had noticed that I got excited when Billy or Ari oozed a drop of th natural lubricant. I hadn't guessed what a steady stream of the fluid would do. It did a lot. Troy was a real find.
After my conversation with Troy, I thought he would be reserved and standoffish. He seemed almost crazed in his attention to Ari's dick. Guys can pretend to like sucking dicks, but they can't get their cocks to pretend. He was betrayed by his balls and prostate that were filing his tube with man seed. The pre cum gushing from Troy's cock confirmed my suspicions about him. His interest in man sex wasn't casual. Troy was a gay man who had never been able to admit that to himself, until now.
He was having no trouble with Ari's monster, and I guessed that Troy had a lot more experienced than he let on. I bet it had been in interstate rest stops and there had been no relationships, but there had been sex.
Troy began to moan and whimper. I expected a good shot, but the force and amount of his cum astonished me. I had to swallow twice. I usually ejaculate in ten or twelve volleys. The first few are a drop, then the mother load, then a few small shots. I didn't count, Troy's but he must have shot twenty times. It was more like a rich cream filling not watery or thin.
His apricot size head turned ultra sensitive as he popped and I continued to lick it. I swirled my tongue around it, mixing the cum from his previous shots with the new still spewing from his meat. When he finally finished, I pulled off.
"I'm sorry." He gasped. "I didn't mean to shoot without warning. I got carried away."
"Hair trigger, or just carried away?" Ari asked.
"Carried away, think." He said. "It usually takes forever to pop. I must have been inspired. I can't believe your cock is real! Damn!" Ari clearly had a warm spot for Ari's meat. He was still licking it, lollipop style. I joined him on the other side of the tube. Ari was big enough for two and he was just beginning to ooze precum. I realized that Troy was hard again.
We rearranged ourselves on the bed. Troy was on his back, I straddled his face and Ari sampled the Chief's cock. Troy a good sucker, he wasn't as excited by my cock as Ari's, but it was good. We took a breather. I got beside Troy on the bed, Ari stayed near the chief's cock. Troy had his legs open and Ari was fingering the ass. Troy was really excited and the spigot turned on again.
"Are you ready to shoot again?" Ari asked Troy. Troy nodded. "Are you interested in trying something more intense? You've got a really hot spot in your hole here. I'd love to give it a workout. " Troy nodded again. I didn't expect Ari to be so direct, and knew he was uncomfortable with anal sex. Ari was afraid he would hurt his partner. Billy must have told Ari more about Troy's sexual interests than Ari had told me. Ari had said we'd need additional lube.
I lubricated Ari's cock while he lubed the chief's ass. Ari then positioned his monster at the hole and he guided it into Troy's ass. Troy tensed up, then began to growl uncontrolledly. Ari's bush was pressed against Troy ass and there were to very happy men in the room. I couldn't tell which man was enjoying it more. Ari had penetrated as deep as he could go, and looked like he had won the lottery. Troy had no problem with the horse cock and was growling in pleasure.
Ari began to pump, then ram. After a few strokes it was clear that there was nothing that Ari could do that Troy wouldn't enjoy. The police man was sweating like a pig, but that was from pure sexual excitement. In the dim bedroom light every vein in Ari's rock hard cock was accentuated. Sometimes he would pull all the way out. Ari's cock head was glistening, deep purple, with his slit open.
Troy would cry in disappointment that his ass was empty and Ari would ram it in again. They seemed to know what the other wanted. As Ari got more and more excited and thrust faster and faster, Troy got closer and closer to orgasm. Troy shot first, but Ari followed immediately. I was so excited by their love making that I hadn't noticed I was pumping my own cock and I added my cum to the mess on Troy's hair-covered body. We all collapsed on the bed.
"Holy Shit!" Troy said after he caught his breath. "Was that real or a dream? Damn"
"Billy said I'd like you." Ari said. Troy had to get home so we broke up, but he said he would be sure to be with us when Billy arrived next week end.