Redneck Reveries 3 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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Bubba gave me another bit of information. John had enjoyed our last interlude. He had enjoyed it greatly. "You know is wife his hell on wheels?" he asked.
"I met her once," I said. "That is enough for this lifetime."
"His ball-and-chain effects most people that way," Bubba said. "She's a regular Little Miss sunshine, ain't she? Well when John was trying to shove his man tool into your ass, you shifted to open up a little. Did you do that on purpose?"
"I'm afraid I did," I said.
"That's what John thinks," Bubba continued. "He said he knocked on the door and you opened it. No one has done that for him before."
"I've let you in too."
Bubba laughed. "That you did and I appreciate it. We all appreciate you. You've opened up a new door for us. I had no idea an ass could feel so good."
"Well you guys are open to the possibilities," I said. I squeezed my ass on his cock.
"Don't do that, it feels too good!" he cried. I squeezed again. A second later I felt a tickling sensation deep in my ass. Bubba shivered and shook as he unloaded.
By the end of the summer, I was visiting the theater every day or two. The building was complicated and it was easier to address problems regularly rather than letting them build up. A 1920's movie place isn't a standard building. The objective of the original architect was to create an exceptional building filled with surprises and delights. There were unexpected elements such as the small fountains that seemed to appear randomly as well as some remarkable lighting.
Cost wasn't a big problem, but I like to keep costs under control. John was good about dealing with problems. He could tell the difference between a minor problem and a big one and he knew when he should call me. He was the son and grandson of carpenters and builders, so he knew a lot. He could come up with good solutions and he could help work out my own proposals. We soon realized that would could speak freely and openly. When he made a criticism it was constructive and helpful. Sometimes he was stumped and that was where I came in. I love puzzles and mysteries. I am good at solving them. I also solve them quickly. That made me a popular man on the job.
When there was a big problem, Ralph appeared. Since he dealt with money, only he could work things out financially. We soon got along well. My solutions were usually economical and efficient. I look for the easiest way to solve a problem. Ralph found this attractive. Ralph was not to then manor born and there were some rough edges. He was intelligent, driven and honest. This was his first high profile institutional building. If it turned out well, his firm moved from the developer, tract housing and strip shopping center tier of contractor to the more elite custom builder level. He wasn't doing this for money. He had made bushels of it in shopping centers. He wanted it for personal satisfaction. He had been born dirt poor, he wanted to die rich and respected. The respect was important to him. Unexpectedly I was his guide to respectability. I was a successful society architect who moved in upper class circles. Given that we shared remarkably few common tastes, we did very well. Our relationship evolved. It changed radically several months later, ten days before Christmas. I was at an annual Chamber of Commerce party at a hotel. When I left I found a very drunk Ralph in the parking deck looking for his car. His wife was out of town and he was alone. I knew he liked to drink, but there was no way I could allow him to get in his car. I asked him home for a night cap. That did the trick, so I got him into my car and we ended up in my mostly restored kitchen. He had a drink. He told me he wasn't feeling well, and I suggested he take a nap and then I steered him to a bath room serving the guest room. He told me he had to take a shower first. Ralph stripped and then fell asleep on the bed. Ralph was six-four and big man. Like many bald men he was hairy below the neck, and if hairy backs turn you on, he was the man for you. Since I was a dues paying member of the Gay Union I checked out his equipment. Big men do not necessarily have big cocks in the same way small men can be well endowed, I thought back to my former lover Gary. He was five-three and 110 pounds. Half of that weight was in his cock. Ralph had a nice, uncut eight incher. I was actually impressed. He was asleep so I left him alone and went to bed. A six in the morning I heard him in the hall. He was still naked and lost. I explained that he had come by for a drink and had fallen asleep. "Have I been having sex?" he asked. "I'm naked." "No you have not!" I said. "You were going to take a shower before you took a nap." "Did I?" he asked. "No, you took the nap first," I said. "I think you should try to take another nap again. You might feel better." He seemed to think that was a good idea and I got him back in the bedroom. "Are you sure I haven't had sex? A blowjob would really do the trick for me," he said. "Blowjobs are best after dawn," I said. "Are you sure about that?" he asked. Ralph fell asleep before I could answer the question. I was drinking coffee around 8:00 when he appeared in my kitchen. He was still naked. "Do I need to apologize to a lot of people today?" he asked. I handed him cup of coffee. "I don't know about that, but I don't need an apology. You were drunk, but not offensive," I said. "I'm afraid I made an executive decision to bring you here and not let you drive home last night. Do you need to call someone?" "Nobody is home. They are all visiting relatives in Danville," he said. "Where are my clothes? You must be grossed out." "You were planning to take a shower, I think they are in the bath. You lost your train of thought," I said. "You look bleary eyed, but otherwise the scenery is okay. We're all boys here." I had glanced at his cock. He noticed. "Did I ask you to do anything gross?" Ralph asked. "I get a bit randy when I'm drunk." "Other than ask me to give you a blow job?" "Oh shit!" "Don't worry, I'm not the delicate type. I usually like my playmates sober, but I'm not offended," I said. "I've had a few drunks make me an offer, but usually they want to fuck me and usually they don't look like a badly groomed grizzly bear." "I'm sorry, I have offended you. I know you can do better than me." "Ralph, I am not offended and I can assure you I will never mention this incident again," I said. "It's strange to be naked with the lights on. My wife likes me in the dark. She and the girls go to the beach without me, I embarrass them," he said. "You don't have the Justin Bieber look. If you want to swim, try a gay beach and wear a Speedo," I said. "Gay men don't look at the face first especially if you have more than six inches." "I don't think the Speedo would fit," Ralph said. "That is exactly what I mean!" I replied. "If I were a size queen, you would have a date!" Ralph burst into laughter. His cock responded to the conversation. It was firmer and the pucker had opened exposing the tip of his head. He put his hand down to cover it up. He hand wasn't big enough. He stoked it. I think that was an unconscious movement. "Shit I'm horny!" he said. "Ralph, I don't mind helping a man in need, but I don't like to blow a log. Can you relax and get with the program?" "I don't know, but I can try," he replied. We went to my bedroom. He was the most nervous man in the world until my lips touched his cock. I am good cock sucker and he surrendered to the sensations. He had an orgasm quickly, but he wanted to linger. I continued to suck him and his cock soon began to grow again. Ralph looked like Sasquatch or a caveman, but his cock was delicate and responsive. He moaned when I did something really good. I expected him to be the strong silent type. He was strong, but not silent. He also went a little crazy when he shot off. I was sucking him when he popped and took his load. His wife was a good Catholic and early withdrawal was the preferred birth control method. When he fucked up and shot off in her, she got knocked up.
For his wife his cock was the baby maker. It was a toy for Ralph and me and he was ready to play. Ralph was a fast learner. I don't think he wanted any more than a quick blow job. We went at it for two hours. I didn't push him to do anything, I just let nature take its course.
At first I did all the work, but Ralph's basic sense of fair play came to the fore. After his third climax he had to do something with my cock. I'm not sure he understood that I enjoyed sucking him. I had a suspicion that his wife let him know he got the pleasure from sex, not she.
I was happy playing with his cock, but when my member came close to his mouth and he took the plunge. He took a lick. Since I was sucking him at the time he did it, I tasted the reaction. He almost ejaculated a glob of precum. A few minutes later, he was deep throating me. He went home shortly after. I wasn't sure he would come back. It was a big step for him.
I sometimes let my cock do my thinking for me. I wasn't sure if Ralph's cock had the same influence on him. I thought back to the precum spurting into my mouth when he sucked me. I guessed he would be back.
Somehow I had slipped into a sexual world of rednecks, cavemen and trolls and I was loving it. In some ways it was an unattractive reflection on my character. For years I had tried to impress beautiful young men. It didn't need to impress Bubba, Bulldozer or Blackbeard. I could relax and do my thing. Ralph fell into the same category. He wasn't my type.
There was a nagging suspicion in the back of my mind. I was beginning to think my cock had different taste in men than my brain did. My mind was telling me they were big, unattractive men, good for recreational sex. My cock, asshole and prostate liked them. They seemed to like them as sex partners and as human beings. I had sucked their cocks and tasted their man seed. John and his pals had massaged my prostate and given it a sperm bath. Something in my ass was telling me it also wanted some quality time with Blackbeard and Ralph.
I knew enough about myself to know that what my prostate wanted it would get. It was strange, I had bottomed for my handsome lovers. I thought that was good until Bubba's long probe, and Bulldozer's thick pole sent me to the moon. Few of my lovers ever shot off when they fucked me. The construction crew shot off every time. For some reason a carpenter's man seed spurting into my ass was a turn on compared to Raoul's lackluster poking. I wanted more.
John and his crew were busy, and they had enough after hours work to last for years. Their work in my neighborhood after the storm had endeared them to my neighbors. They came by on weekends to do projects for residents. John always gave fair prices. That was rare in my upscale neighborhood. John could pick and choose his jobs and he had the same judgment of my neighbors as I did. Some weren't worth the effort. John let me know their schedule, and I would try to clear Saturday night. At one time, that had been my party night. Since I had retired from that scene, I was often free. I would have loved to get John to myself. That wasn't in the cards. John told me that they were a team, and he didn't want to break it up. He also told me that they were into sex, not love. He didn't say it that directly, but I understood. If he, or I showed favoritism, that might disrupt the happy relationships. At one time that thought would have offended me. I had been looking for love for years. Instead, I found a series of failed relationships. I was beginning to think that it might be better to go with the flow and see what happened. Something might turn into something deeper, but if not I was having fun along the way. While the relationships were stable, the sex got better. As we came to know each other better, we relaxed and experimented some. If it felt good, we did it again. If it didn't work out, that was fine too. I soon discovered that most things felt good Fortunately they were all willing to help me out. I made dinner for John's crew Saturday night. Originally John was not going to be there. He had to go home. He showed up an hour later. I had made more food than we needed so there was some for John. Something was wrong at home, but he didn't want to talk about it.
The doorbell rang. It was Blackbeard. He saw I had company, but I asked him in the meet the crew. Blackbeard was a hit with them and he liked what he saw. He joined us. It was a warm night in early fall. The pool was still warm and we jumped in. We skinny dipped and all the men exchanged the secret handshake. We swam for a while and then went inside.
As part of the post storm renovation of my house I reworked the old servants' rooms into a television and exercise room. It connected to my bath and bedroom. I had an oversized flat screen and put on some porn. I have to admit, porn on a fifty five inch screen is a trip. The men were almost life sized and their cocks were the size of the Hindenburg.
Luckily real cocks are more interesting than an image as big as a dirigible. I went for John's cock and Bubba went for Bluebeard. Tony and Bulldozer went at it. Having a new man in the group increased the excitement level for all of us except for John. John was distracted. I hoped that some genital therapy followed by a massive exchange of bodily fluids would cheer him up. That always worked for me.
It didn't seem to dent his preoccupation. I took John to the shower. I figured we could have a talk under the hot water. "Can you tell me what's up?"
"Can you tell something is wrong?" he asked. I nodded. "My wife is gone, with my kids and the bank account. There was a note."
What was in the note?"
"The note consisted of the address and phone number of her lawyer," John said. "There was nothing else. I called the lawyer. The office is closed for the weekend."
"I know a good lawyer," I said.
"My bank balance is zero," he said. "There is nothing."
"My lawyer friend enjoys a challenge," I said. "He will work out something."
"I have no idea what to do," he said.
"Why don't you spend the weekend here, relax and then spring into action tanned and rested on Monday," I said.
"You really want to give me a blow job, don't you?"
"That is one of the things I would like to do," I replied. We got out of the shower and went to my bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and I sucked him. He was relaxed and his cock was beginning to ooze welcoming fluids. A minute later his cock was in full party mode.
Soon I was in my back with my legs on his shoulders. His cock was drooling lube and he nudged it into my ass. "I want to fuck somebody real bad," he said.
I smiled. "I'm not the shy type!"
He smiled and then rammed me. He fucked like a mad man for five minutes, then he calmed down. Bubba and Blackbeard came in the room.
"Don't use him up boss," Bubba said. "I was hoping for some fun with him later."
"You drop in at some inopportune times," John said.
"You're the boss," Bubba replied. "I'd like to think we're buddies who help each other out when we're naked. I think you need to shoot the biggest load of your life into Somerville's ass. I'm pretty sure he'd like that as much as you would." Bubba was behind John and he put is arms around him played with his tits.
"I know you don't like to let it loose, but tonight is the night to do it," Bubba continued. I relaxed Bubba knew John's hot spots. "Now I'm not here just to help you out. Once you shoot, I'm planning to shove your man cream deeper into that ass. I'm going you use my cock as a paintbrush and make sure every inch of the love canal is coated in your cream."
Bubba continued talking and playing with John's tits and hairy chest. He began to lick John's ear. That must have done the trick. John's man seed exploded into my ass. He ejaculated for what seemed like hours. When he was done he pulled out and Bubba helped his get on the bed. He was asleep.
"That was just talk to get John going," Bubba told me. "He likes sex but he sometimes pretends it's not that important. I know better. I don't need to fuck you, if you aren't into it."
"That was pretty intense back there," I said.
Now, if you want more intensity, you could give Blackwell a chance."
Who is Blackwell?" I asked.
"Blackwell is Blackbeard's real name. I think it's time to ditch the pirate stuff, don't you?" Bubba explained. "Blackwell has never fucked a man and I think it's about time. I was hoping to give him a lesson."
I was tired, but not tired enough to say no. I did while a little. "I think someone in the group needed to become a bottom. You're going to wear me out," I said.
"We don't want to hurt you," Bulldozer said.
"Hurting isn't the problem. I worried about wearing out!"
"As long as you don't wear out tonight, we can work on that problem," Tony said. It was clear to me that Blackwell had made friends. The scene had all the makings of a porn movie. There was a slightly effete architect in the middle of a group of oversexed construction workers. Unlike the porn movie, everyone was cheerful and helpful. They wanted Blackwell's first experience to be a good one and they thought I was the man for the job.
I hate to say it, but they were right. They had all enjoyed my ass and they knew how much I enjoyed it too. It's hard for me to hide my feeling with a cock working my ass. Blackwell was uneasy; he thought my hole was too small.
"Well, it's certainly is snug, but it's a nice snug," Bulldozer said.
"What do it do when I get in?" Blackwell asked.
"Just let nature take its course," I said. Nature did take its course. Blackwell was very gentle and careful, but he was also very filling. He was strong as an ox, and when he made a gentle push, he went deep. I was winded and he was happy.
The rest of the men took turns too. Blackwell watched as the men were a bit wild and enthusiastic. Bubba fucked me deep and then slowly pulled out, squirting his final ejaculations on my ass. By the time Blackwell returned to my ass, he had relaxed and he now knew the rules.
He may have known the rules, but he did not realize how good it could be. He had a lot of extra foreskin. My sphincter peeled it back as he pushed in my semen lubricated ass. When he was deep, I tightened my sphincter and gripped his cock. He bare cock head was rubbing my insides lubricated with pure redneck sperm. His cock was feeling sensations he hadn't known existed. As he pumped away, they intensified. He had a naturally good fucking technique. His hips made small pumping motions which he varied with deep thrusts. I tended to relax my ass when he pushed in and then firmly gripped his tool when he tried to pull out.
Blackwell zoned out after five minutes and turned into an automatic fucking machine. Everyone watching him knew what he was feeling. That impressed Bubba greatly. He had never been to that level of sexual excitement before, but it gave him a goal. Ten minutes later Blackwell gave it up and his semen joined the man brew fermenting in my ass.
The crew was nice and they made sure he had a soft landing. Going from that level of sexual experience to the cold, hard, real world can be a shock. I noticed that Tony was especially solicitous. It was getting late and they all went home, except for Blackwell. He was asleep on the floor.
I work up the next morning smelling coffee. It was a beautiful Sunday, with the sky clear and the air crisp. John and Blackwell were talking in the kitchen drinking coffee.
"Do I need to let him fuck me?" Blackwell asked. "It was so good, I owe him, but I'm not sure about getting fucked."
"I don't really know," John said. "I've been fucking my wife for fifteen years and last night I had the best sex of my life. It wasn't good; it was great. Somerville is good."
"I knew sex was supposed to be good, but I had no idea it was that good," Blackwell said. "I didn't know anything could be that good. All those guys were watching me and I didn't give a shit. It was that good. I was naked and didn't care!"
"Well, let me clue you in," John said. "If you like your men manly, you look pretty good."
"You look like Kenny Rogers," Blackwell said. "I like Kenny Rogers a lot."
The night before had been a marathon for me. I had gone to sleep exhausted and used up. As I listened to them talk, I felt a tingling in my ass. It was one of those itches in a hard to reach place. I was hoping both men would help to scratch it.