Polar Lodge 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
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I saw a small item tucked into a corner of the personals page of a gay bear magazine. It gave no information other than it was for Polar Bear Lodge and it had a web address. I was out of town and had gone to an adult movies store. I had never had enough nerve to do that before and buying the magazine was a stretch for me. I'm Larry Smith and I live in a small town. When I was younger finding a Playboy in my home town was difficult not to mention a gay magazine. Took it back to my hotel room and felt like a little boy being bad.
It had taken me a long time to realize I was gay. I kept on thinking it was a phase. By age 35, I knew the phase wasn't going to pass. I had never done anything sexual except for my fantasy life and watching members of a construction crew working shirtless.
When I got home I looked up the web site. I was shocked immediately. There were no explicit pictures or images. I was shocked that the Lodge was no more than sixty miles away from my home town. It hadn't occurred to me that a gay lodge could be nearby. I sent them an e-mail asking for more information.
Much to my surprise I had a response fifteen minutes later. Polar Bear Lodge was a gay resort on 500 fully wooded acres at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains. It was for men who wanted to get back to nature in a quiet and secluded place. It was made up of individual cabins, each with its own full time guide. It was for men who were unused to the woods. The guide would provide a full introduction to the natural wonders of the Blue Ridge Mountains. The guys were older, grandfather types who were gentle and patient. Inexperienced men were welcome. It also mentioned the resort was clothing optional. The motto was "arrive as a virgin, leave as an experienced woodsman."
The seemed downright odd to me. It took me a little while to realize what the advertisement meant. It was a nude, gay resort run by older men. I'm not good at double meanings, but I did figure it out. It wasn't the sort of thing that I was into. But I did find my mind returning to the advertisement regularly over the next few weeks.
The idea of visiting the camp grew on me.
I wasn't too sure of what I wanted, but as time passed I became more interested and intrigued. I exchanged several e mails, and the head of the Lodge suggested that I visit for a weekend. Ron, the head, said I would try a day and leave if it didn't work out.
"Most guys like it here. They come back most of the time," he said.
"I'm kind of interested in this stuff, but I've never been naked outdoors," I said.
"That is typical," Ron said. "Our guides take their time. They like to find out what our guests are into and workout some things."
"What sort of men visit the Lodge?" I asked.
"They are nice, everyday kind of men," Ron said. "I will say they aren't the most adventurous guys you might meet, but they think they may have missed something. They want to fill in the gaps. There is no way they could go to bar and pick up a playmate for a night."
"I could never do that," I said and then I paused. "What would happen if I try out some things and it doesn't turn out well?"
"I don't know," Ron said. "We've never had that problem. Everyone has left Polar Bear Lodge smiling."
Two weeks later I was at the Lodge. Ron was a Kenny Rogers look alike. The lodge was a big log cabin. Ron took me through the Cabin and then out the back door into a broad lawn, with a swimming pool to the rear. There were cabins on the edge of the lawn; we went to one named Black Pine Cabin. Two men sat on the porch.
"Larry, this is Jim and Scott, they are the guides for your cabin." Ron said. Jim was a tall man, bearded and bald. I assumed he was in his sixties, Scott was smaller and younger, perhaps 50. Both men were friendly and we chatted. Ron left and said that dinner would be at the main lodge at 7:00.
"It's time for a swim," Jim said. "Did Ron tell you it all skinny dipping here?"
I said no.
"You'll enjoy it," Jim said. "We have a good group of men here." I later found out Jim was a retired professor and he was used to being obeyed. I was going to say no, but changed my mind. He was the sort of man you obeyed. The cabin was well provided with towels so I wrapped myself in one and followed Jim and Scott to the pool.
The two men had their towels around their necks. Scott was well equipped; Jim was spectacular. My cock began to react. We were at the pool, so I quickly jumped in the water before anyone could see.
There were several other men in the pool and a couple sitting on the edge. I swam a few laps and when I stopped I saw that one of the men sitting on the edge was fully erect. No one seemed to notice, or if they did they didn't care. The man with the erection was younger than I was, I guessed he was thirty. He was with an older, very hairy man. They seemed close.
Jim was in the water and when he came over to me and be bumped me, feeling my erection.
"You have a nice one," he said.
"I'm sorry about that," I said.
"You have nothing to be sorry about," Jim said, "Feel mine." We were in the water up to our waists so I reached over. He looked big soft. He was huge hard. It was so exciting I forgot to be shy.
After the swim we returned to the cabin. We did not get dressed again. We sat on the porch and talked. It was hard to take my eyes off Jim's organ.
"It's a beauty, isn't it," Scott said.
"You must think I'm a pervert," I said.
Both men laughed. "You can't like it half as much as I do," Scott said. "We've been together for fifteen years and the view every morning is just as exciting today as it was the first time I saw Jim."
"What do you do with it? It's so huge," I asked.
"What do you do with yours?" Jim asked. He was clearly amused.
"Almost nothing," I replied. "I am not very adventurous."
Scott smiled. "Well you are here, so you must have some taste for adventure."
"I'm a teacher," Jim said. "Since I retired I have enjoyed teaching men how to enjoy their bodies. Are you a Baptist by any chance?"
"How did you know?"
"Let me guess. I bet you come from a nice family and you were a good son. You obeyed your parents and were a good, church-going man. You believed all they told you about saving yourself for marriage and that your body is an undefiled temple," Jim said. "How close am I?"
I smiled weakly. "You are pretty close."
"I believe your body is a temple too, but I think it's a temple dedicated to joy and happiness. It is to be enjoyed, not just stored away for later use," Jim added.
"I know some guys who are saving up pleasure for heaven," Scott said. "That seems like a poor way to go through life, postponing everything joyful until you are dead."
"It's hard for me to believe that god gave us all this sexual potential just to neglect it and save for heaven," Jim said. "I don't think sharing pleasure with another man can be bad. Scott and I have been sharing for years. Have you ever shared a sexual experience?"
"No," I said. "I have thought about it. I haven't had the nerve."
"If I told you Jim and I have enough nerve for all three of us, would you be shocked?" Scott asked.
"Yes," I said. "but I think I was hoping for that." I was rock hard so it was impossible to deny my excitement. Scott sank to his knees and licked my cock head. I moaned and shivered and almost shot off.
"Calm down Larry. We are not going to defile the Temple. We're just giving your body a tune up. If you will let us, we are going to turn on a few switches and make sure all your equipment is in working order," Jim said. "If you are willing, just relax and go with the flow."
Much to my surprise, I did not shoot off. Scott pulled away and then Jim replaced him. He swallowed my entire cock. I had thought about things like that, but I didn't expect the intensity of feeling. After a few minutes the intensity remained high, but somehow it seemed natural and right. I think I expected sex to be like some sort of demonic or alien possession. It felt so good and so natural, those images vanished from my mind.
"Just forget your worries and anxieties, your body knows what you need and want," Scott said. "Let your body have its way. Mother nature knows what is best." I felt the excitement rising, I knew I couldn't stop it and wanted to get away, but Scott held me in place. I began to spurt and Jim didn't jump away. His tongue caressed the underside of my cock. For a brief moment it slipped into my slit and blocked the spewing seed. I couldn't believe a man would do that and I couldn't believe how good it felt.
My ejaculations diminished, but Jim didn't pull off. He continued to suck me and take my seed.
Jim didn't mind me shooting off in his mouth. I knew Scott was his partner, but he didn't seem to mind it as Jim sucked up my semen. He didn't mind at all.
"Jim likes to take every drop," Scott said. "Just relax and let it flow. Don't worry, let him drain you. Your balls will fill up again soon enough."
I heard a bell ringing. It was dinner time. I caught my breath and we went to the main lodge for dinner. It was a cook out and the food was good. There were only three additional guests; two younger men named Will and Tom and an older man, Max. The rest of the men were guides. They were all older, bear-like men. We sat with Will and his guide, Ralph. Will seemed to be entranced with Ralph, and called his daddy. Jim introduced me. Will was 27 and had been to a "Christian" school and he almost had been driven to suicide by his dread of eternal damnation due to his sexual inclinations. Ralph was a retired minister who had a much deeper understanding of theology than Will's literal bible based education allowed.
Ralph was a quiet, calm man who was not argumentative, but was firm in his beliefs. He was not prone to back down, or allow a misconceptions pass uncorrected. Ralph was into Jesus and love thy neighbor and do unto others, not into the Old Testament smite your enemies approach. This was a revelation to Will.
Ralph claimed that the born-agains rejected Jesus and his teachings. He spoke Will's language and Will responded. We had a good discussion. There was no preaching, only conversation. After dinner we went back to our cabin and sat on the porch.
Max and his two guides, Calvin and Dudley came by to chat. Calvin and Dudley were country boys; Max was not. Max was a school teacher in a conservative part of the state. He was afraid of losing his job if anyone found out about his sexual preferences. After talking with Max a while, I discovered he was even more innocent and less knowledgeable than I was. That was a relief. I wasn't sure such a person existed. Calvin and Dudley weren't shy at all, but they weren't aggressive either. They talked about sex as if it were something you did every day, not a rare occurrence. Dudley was saying that he loved cock sucking.
"I could never do anything like that!" Max exclaimed.
"It's really good," I blurted out, "At least getting sucked is good." I was surprised I said that, but it had been so good, I didn't want Jim to think I hadn't appreciated it. I was also hoping we could do it again.
"Was this your first time?" Max asked.
"It was," I said.
"Who done you?" Calvin asked.
"I did," Jim said. "Larry was good about it. Once you are into it, there is nothing not to like."
"It seems so personal," Max said. "I'm uncomfortable naked."
"Well, we were all naked. I'm uncomfortable too, but that feeling faded quickly," I said. "It was hard to believe that I could do it. I became so exciting so quickly, I didn't have a chance to be uncomfortable."
"I was brought up to believe that men shouldn't show their feelings," Jim said. "That was the worst information I ever got. There are times when you need to show your feelings and share them. You partner is just as excited as you are. You can insult them if you don't show how much you like it."
We were in the mountains and it was getting coo and we went in our cabin. The inside of the cabin was a bit stuffy and Jim suggested we get more comfortable. That seemed to mean get naked and we all did including Max. Being the lone dressed man in a group of naked men was uncomfortable too. The room was dimly lit, but I could see he was well endowed.
"Are you boys partners?" I asked of Calvin and Dudley.
"We are pals who live together," Calvin said. "We were kind of late bloomers. We were pals, but never did anything sexual. Dudley found me in a compromising position twenty years ago. He discovered it only a compromising position until you join in."
"I discovered Calvin was more of a pal when my cock was in his ass, ringing his chimes," Dudley added. "I had messed around with women some, but none were a good as Calvin. I didn't know what I was missing. That's why we are here; we are spreading the word.
Scott came over to me and began to suck my cock. Again I was embarrassed, but after a few licks, I didn't care. Max watched and I could feel his anxiety. He wanted the same but was scared. Dudley was behind Max and put his hands on his shoulders. Calvin went for Max's semi erect cock.
"Just stay calm and let nature take its course," Dudley said. "Look at Larry. He's new to the scene and he's doing just fine." Calvin and Dudley were a miss matched pair. Dudley was tall and thin, Calvin was chunky and short. He had all of Max's impressive organ in his mouth. Max moaned.
"That's it, let Calvin work his magic!" Dudley said. Scott was a master sucker too. His approach was very different form Jim's but it worked just as well. I had assumed cock sucking was cock sucking, but the only common element was my excitement.
"I'm going to shoot off," Max moaned.
"That is not a problem. We think of that as a reward for a job well done," Dudley said. "You don't need to hide your feelings; we've all had the same ones. You don't need to hold back at all." Max began to shoot and I seemed to have been inspired. I felt totally drained and wanted to sleep.
Max got up and was a little dizzy after his orgasm. Calvin and Dudley were very nice with him. He was dazed and they were reassuring. They went back to their cabin.
I went over to the bed and sat down. Jim came over to me. "How are you doing?" he asked. "Is it too much too fast?"
"Maybe it is, but as of now it's fine," I said.
"You have figured out that an orgasm or two can only be so bad?" Jim asked. He was smiling.
"I guess I have," I said. Jim's cock was soft, but almost in my face. For some reason I leaned over and stuck out my tongue. He moved slightly closer. I sucked the tip of his uncut organ into my mouth. I didn't know what to expect.
I had thought about having a guy suck me, but I never considered sucking a cock myself. I hadn't guessed it would be pleasurable. As soon as my tongue touched his organ, I felt a shiver of excitement. I sucked the tip into my mouth and then worked my tongue into the pucker. A few seconds later it touched Jim's cock head and I became more excited. As my tongue caressed Jim's knob, the organ began to grow.
Oddly, I felt a sense of achievement as my tongue inspired him. The tip of my tongue was at his wide piss slit and I tasted something sweet and thick. The goo was almost intoxicating. I wanted more of his and as I worked on his cock, more was forthcoming.
"Is Larry doing it well?" Scott asked.
"He sure is; he a natural," Jim replied. "I'm getting close."
"If Larry doesn't want it, I'll take it," Scott said. I wasn't ready to take his load so I pulled off. I expected Scott to take my place sucking the huge organ. "Lie down and let me sit on it," Scott ordered. Jim got on the bed and Scott coated his cock with lubricant. He then straddled the monster organ and slowly sat back on the prong.
I was shocked. Not only was I unaware that men could fuck each other, had I been aware, I would not have believed that such a monster organ would fit in an ass. Scott wasn't that big a man.
Jim took his time, but eventually the entire organ was in him. Scot had winced when Jim's knob popped in, but from then on Scott was intent on taking the entire cock.
When it was in, they rested a few moments and then Jim rolled Scott onto his back. Once he had Scott's legs on his shoulders, Jim began to thrust. Most were gentle pushes, but a few were hard thrusts. Scott moaned when he did that. I wasn't at all experienced, but I knew it was a moan of pleasure.
As Jim continued to thrust, Scott became increasingly excited. I had just shot off in Scott's mouth, but I was hard again. Jim noticed.
Larry, why don't you come over and Join us?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I have Scott nice and open and he doesn't mind a little variety," Jim explained.
"I couldn't do that," I said.
"Scott's ass is nice and tight, but soft and quivering. He loves a cock in his ass and you can tell," Jim said. Somehow I was next to Jim and when he pulled out, I slipped into Scott's hole. I was afraid I might hurt him, but when Jim pulled out, Scott's ass stayed open. When I put my cock into the opening it closed on my member. His sphincter was tight but everything else was warm and juicy. I thrust a little and Scott squeezed his sphincter. I began to pump wildly.
"That it, Larry. I knew you would like it," Jim whispered. He was behind me and he put his arms around me. His cock was against my ass crack, but I knew he wasn't going to fuck me. He played with my tits.
"Am I hurting you?" I asked Scott. Scott smiled.
"Just look at Scott's cock," Jim said. "It's rock hard and oozing. There is no need to worry about Scott." He paused. "You're new to things and I may be rushing your education, but if you could drain whatever is left in your balls into Scott's ass, it would be real nice for us. I love using man seed as lubricant. Scott loves having a few loads in his ass."
"I don't think I can do that," I murmured.
"Don't worry, it is good as it is now," Jim replied as he pinched my tits. "If it happens, it happens." I could hardly think I was so excited. A minute later, I felt my balls tingling and my juices rising. I wanted to pull out, but Jim held me in place.
"Let it go!" Jim ordered. I did. After I stopped shooting I collapsed on the bed. Jim quickly replaced me in Scott's ass and a little later I heard them moaning, as they climaxed. I was asleep a few moments later.
When I woke the next morning, I felt good. I had slept well. I halfway expected a night of restless self-recrimination, but I was fine. I had been proud of my years as a virgin. I could resist all the evil temptations of the world. I couldn't remember why I felt that was important. What had I gained? No one else cared about my virtue; no one benefited from it.
At breakfast we sat with Ralph and Will. Ralph was talking about sharing your gifts. "A man with a beautiful voice needs an audience," he explained. "What good is a beautiful voice if you only sing to the trees in a forest? We are meant to bring joy to our fellow men. If we devote our lives to our own pleasure and benefit, who cares? What good is that to anyone but yourself? Share your gifts!"
"I was taught that sex was just using another person for your own gratification," I said. I was thinking about one of my Sunday school lessons from my teen age years.
Jim laughed. "Whoever told you that wasn't doing it right," he exclaimed. "A long time ago, I discovered that having sex with another guy wasn't just better than jerking off, it was four of five times better. I can tell you that when I called up a pal and asked if we might get together and have some fun, almost no one ever said no."
"Was it always good?" Will asked. "I mean from the start?"
"Well, I'm a big boy and I like to top," Jim continued. "Sometimes it takes a few times before I discover how to ring a guy's chimes."
"How was it for you Scott?" Will asked.
"It took a few tries, but I knew the first time Jim fucked me that I could love it." Scott said. "It's odd, but I had been fucked a few times and it was okay, but I couldn't understand what all the fuss was about. When Jim popped his monster knob into me I knew that was my future. He gave me his phone number. I called it the next day. Half the phone numbers guys give you are fake. Jim answered the phone and I went over his apartment. This time I fucked him and then we traded positions. Well, to make a long story short, we've been at it for fifteen years. I keeps on getting better."
"Our Society has a big hang up on being naked," Ralph said. "Naked can be just not wearing any clothes, but it different when you are naked and having sex. Clothes hide a lot. When you are having sex, you can't hide much. I think there may be another tier of naked, when you been together for a while and you let it all hang out. That's when you can taste your pal getting excited, when you know exactly what to do to ring his chimes. It when you have traded semen so many times you are almost related."