Returning to My Home Town 2 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, any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com
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I think I may have experienced my first stress free sex with Johnny. He was a nice guy who was enjoying himself, no more and no less. I was not worried that I would do something wrong or offend him in some way. We were not emotionally attached. It was pure sex without complications. That was new to me and it was physically satisfying.
I soon realized that Johnny had made a semi-scientific study of sex and I was the beneficiary of that study. He told me that he enjoyed sex, but he felt more pleasure when his partner enjoyed himself too.
I wasn't an experienced bottom, but he had figured out ways to open up a reluctant bottom. By the time his cock vanished into the dark side of my sphincter, I wanted him in me. Once he was in, his cock searched out my prostate. His cock was a scientific probe that tuned in to my reactions. When it made contact with the little gland, he knew. At first, he rubbed it with his cockhead. He then used my prostate as a punching bag for a little while before returning to gentle rubbing.
After a few minutes, I was entirely under his control, but that didn't bother me at all. He was not a virgin and he used a series of movements and techniques to see which would work with me. He also seemed to know when it was too much for me. He spaced rest periods so I could regroup and rest. He was dominant, in control and thoughtful. He went home after an hour and a half and we were both happy.
A few days later, he called and told me he had a pal in town I would like. "He's a young guy, but I think he's your type," he said.
"What exactly is my type?" I asked.
"Well, he's a good carpenter and you could use a man like him to help fix-up your folk's house. He also is a nice guy," Johnny said. "He is a member of the fraternity. I'm just telling you that because you wouldn't guess. You can take it from there. His name is Luther Bice." I said I would meet with him.
Luther called me an hour later and we agreed to meet at the house at six. My parents' house was a good, older house of about 1840. Maintenance had slipped when they were sick. It was a much bigger house than I needed. I wanted to sell it, but its condition reduced the potential sale price. In the settling of the will, I ended up with the house, Julia received most of the cash. I was making a good salary, but I did not want the house to go at a huge discount because of its condition.
Luther arrived on time and I showed him the house. He was thirty or so, but was built like a football tackle and sported a thick, black beard. He looked a bit like Bluto from the Popeye cartoons. He had obviously gone home and showered before he came to see me. His folks had raised him right. After the tour, I realized he was a knowledgeable man. Some of the things I was worried about were minor, but he was uneasy about items.
Luther had been living with two friends from high school for the last few years and that was not working out well. He wanted to live in the house while he made the repairs. He would exchange his labor for rent. I would buy the materials. He was starting out on his own and while he had some small projects, but my parent's house was on the main street of town and was well known. He wanted something impressive to show what he could do.
The house was empty, so having someone in the house would be good. Johnny knew him and I didn't think he would screw me. I agreed to his proposal.
Luther didn't look like an Abercrombie & Fitch model, but he was masculine. He was not overtly sexy or forward, but I felt attracted to him.
"How long have you known Johnny?" I asked.
"He lived up the street from me. I saw him in school," Luther said. "In high school he caught me having a little fun in the locker room, but he never turned me in to the principal. He wouldn't do anything with students, but when I ran into him a few years ago and we hit it off."
"I avoid any recreational activities with students. Life is too short for that sort of problem," I said. We went to my apartment to have a beer and finalize the arrangements for the house. We also talked about life in North Conway. I asked if there was any gay life in town other than Jake's group.
"I didn't think so until recently. I don't look like the type and I tend to scare men away. My sex life has been quickies in dark corners and behind bushes," he said. "Sometimes I get real horny and that is a problem."
"I'm a natural problem solver," I replied. The quick quip or comeback is rare for me. That comment came out of nowhere.
"Would you like to do a little exploring?" he asked. We went to my bedroom. When he stripped, the resemblance to Bluto continued. He was well built with a broad chest and comparatively small waist. He did not look as if he went to a gym; the muscles were natural. He had a hairy chest and a treasure trail to his thick bush.
I wanted to go for his cock, but he was too fast for me. My cock was down his throat in what seemed like seconds. He was so big, I assumed he would hold back and let me worship at his muscle-clad shrine. Luther liked cock and he liked it a lot. He was both aggressive and tender.
We moved to the bed so we could sixty-nine. I felt like a timid and inexperienced cock sucker compared to his skills, but he appreciated my efforts. We took a brake to catch our breath. It had been frenzied.
"Boy it's nice to be in a bedroom and not need to watch out in case someone finds you," Luther said. "This has been great."
"You are really good at this," I said. "Do you get to practice much?"
"No," he replied. "I haven't really done that much, but I do think about it a lot. I'd like to try some things, but I haven't found the person or the place to do it. I don't look or act like the gay guy should, if what you see on the television or in movies is right."
"I remember thinking that it seemed improbable that sucking a cock would feel so good," I said. "It also didn't seem possible that anyone other than me would so it. I thought I was the only kid in North Conway that wanted to do stuff like that."
"I was relieved when I found someone who would suck me," Luther said. "I was shocked when I shot off. My pal took my load. He was afraid we would leave a mess; he took the entire load! We were both shocked and a little scared at what had happened."
"You hear a lot of strange guys ranting about the Gay Agenda and worried about gay teachers recruiting others," I said. "As far as I knew, I invented gay sex all on my own. I was with a friend and we were just messing around. Everyone is curious, and we discovered some things we liked. No one recruited me."
"I hadn't guessed you could do anything other than piss through your cock," Luther said.
I laughed. "Once you discover a new skill, it's a new world," I added. "Did your friend come back for more?"
"We discovered that sucking was pretty much a sure fire way of getting off."
"Did you take his cream?"
"That took a while, but my friend liked mine so it wasn't a problem. He was much smaller than me and he liked having me get all excited and then lose it," Luther said. "I know some guys love the stuff. I tend to be picky. Only a few guys seem to inspire me."
"I would bet you are pretty inspirational?" I said.
"One I hit age fourteen I stopped looking young," Luther said. "I am not well suited for being a bar fly and I know I am not everyone's cup of tea. Are you adventurous? I'd like to try more things."
"Adventurous is not a word I would use to describe myself. I think Johnny would be the man for that," I said. Luther told me he would prefer to learn together rather than be taught. We talked a little longer and then he went home. He moved into my parent's house a few days later.
I was a little uneasy about that, but Luther was true to his word. He worked on his paying projects during the day and on the house at night and on weekends. He was a workaholic so that was good for everyone. Luther was both fast and a good craftsman.
He made a major discovery in hot house a month later. When he stripped off the old wallpaper in the dining room he uncovered a set of wall paintings done when the house was new. I called Teddy to look at them. He was impressed and called a friend from the college art department, Charley Jones. He was excited. They were done in the true fresco technique, painting on wet plaster. This was rare and unusual. It was also a view of North Conway in the 1840s. This too was rare. Most wall paintings were of pastorals, patriotic or mythical subjects.
The discovery caused a stir and there were articles in the newspaper and even a television report from a station in Syracuse. For North Conway, that was a big event. Luther was credited with the discovery and his removal of the wallpaper was so careful it hadn't damaged the paintings at all. All of a sudden, everyone in town knew of him. That was good for a fledgling contractor.
Charley Jones came by to see me with the head the Art Department, Jenny Davidson. The department was unknown and the paintings could help to make a reputation for the school. They wanted to research and restore the works. That was fine with me, but on my professor's salary I could not provide financial support. They understood that.
This was all new to me. My exposure and interest in art was limited. My parents would have loved it. They loved the house and were unaware of the paintings. The paperhangers had dated the rear of the oldest wallpaper April of 1889, so it had been hidden for view for 130 years.
The Conservator was a young rather sloppy looking bearded man named Tony Marcusso. Tony's dad was a painter and his Uncle owned a pizza restaurant in town. Pizza was the big seller in a college town, but they had a regular Italian style-cooking menu. My parents knew the Uncle well and ate there on Thursday nights when they had a good special. The special was fine Italian cuisine.
Tony's father had a drinking problem, and was a problem in a small town. His Uncle did most of the fathering in the family. Tony waited tables at the restaurant and my Dad and his Uncle worked at getting Tony into college. There were financial problems and Dad arranged for Tony to get scholarships. While Tony was borderline academically in high school, he did well at college, my father had him in a class the college and said Tony was smart and imaginative. I did not know Tony at all, except for when he waited tables.
Tony now was 30 and had a MFA in art restoration. He had a runner's body and looked a bit like a wild man. After a few days of work, Luther came to like him. Tony was precise and careful, but was unafraid of getting dirty. I was teaching summer school when Tony started work, so my time was filled up. I visited the house once or twice a week. I visited on a Friday afternoon in July and found Luther and Tony in the kitchen drinking a beer.
They were sweating like pigs, shirtless and covered in grime. We went to see the paintings. Tony had done some preliminary test restoration patches that were spectacular. He had removed the wallpaper paste and the accumulated grime and soot. The colors were beautiful. The paintings looked fresh but still looked their age.
The room was sealed off from the rest of the house so that the dust from construction would not interfere with the restoration. The room as hot as hell. We wondered around and looked at the rest of the work. Luther and Tony were getting along well. Upstairs Luther had just finished a new walk-in shower in the master bedroom. The shower had been grouted earlier that week and was set now. It looked beautiful.
"That sure looks inviting," Tony said. "I'm so dirty I think I'd leave a bathtub ring on Lake Ontario!"
"Do you want to take a maiden voyage in it?" Luther asked. "We are all boys here." I must have looked unsure. "I kind of told Tony you are a member of the fraternity," Luther explained. "We are all with the program." He looked at me and I realized that he had been planning to do this with Tony and I had interrupted them. I should have made an excuse and gone home, but I stripped instead.
We were all unusually hairy, borderline cavemen. "We look like three men auditioning for the role of Big Foot," I said. Luther took the tape off the drains and turned on the water. It was an oversized shower with two heads. Luther and Tony were so dirty I let them get under the water first.
Tony had seemed smaller than Luther was. He was lighter, but he was just as tall. He was so hairy it was hard to see how well equipped he was, but he looked okay.
I joined then and helped clean the hard to reach places. Both men liked that and soon both were fully erect. I am normally reserved and it is out of character for me to meet a man and be sucking his cock a half hour later. I should have been shocked, but it was too exciting.
Tony was the first to drop to his knees and suck us. He was evenhanded and skilled. When he came up for a break, I took his place on the floor. Tony had a nice average cock that was like a steel rod it was so hard. Tony was really enthusiastic and oozing cock juice.
I later found out that Tony's Uncle had a heart attack and Tony was living with him to help. It was hard to get out so this was a real treat for him. He was fully loaded and ready. After finishing the shower we went to the bedroom.
"I don't know what you guys are into, but I like to fuck," Tony said. "If that's a problem, just forget I said anything."
"I've never done it with a guy," Luther said. "It was okay with a girl, but I figure it would be better with a guy." He and Tony looked at me. They had hopes.
"I guess I'm open minded on that subject," I said. "Somehow fucking is more personal than sucking. It's more intimate. A couple of guys have fucked me, but it was a shove it in and dump your load thing. It was not that good for me. One man was better at it. He took his time and it was good."
"I know you don't know me well, but I'm a nice guy. To be completely truthful I should say I'm a horny nice guy," Tony said. "I've never been able to take my time. I would like to try a nice, slow fucking session. I don't need to shoot in you. I shoot a big load, a real big load. It is messy. I'm okay making a visit without leaving a souvenir."
"It is hard to control and orgasm," I said. "It is a pretty basic part of having sex."
"I don't think of it as sex; it's more like messing around with a pal. You know getting my rocks off," Tony said.
"Would it bother you if it was sex?" Luther asked. That was an unexpected question. I think he was genuinely curious as to the answer.
"The guys I did it with seemed willing enough," Tony said. "It was both dark and quick. I was excited and horny. The first few times it was more of an experiment, a really successful experiment." He looked at me and then at Luther.
"You guys turn me on big time. You are men, not kids playing around," Tony said. "I've been worried about getting involved with a man. I was thinking that if I love them and leave then, I was just getting my rocks off. I wasn't really a gay man. I was just horny and opportunistic. Maybe it time to grow up and admit that it's more than that."
"I understand," I said. Tony looked a little frightened. He had admitted something he was trying to avoid. "I guess you are still hot to trot?" Both men laughed.
"I don't mind a little experimenting. If you boys want to play, I'll provide the playground," I said. It is safe to say that they were more than ready to play. One of the nice things about man sex is that everything is on view and obvious. The sex organs are up front and on display.
Tony was churning out precum. You could tell he was ready. I said I would like to sit on it. He had never had that happen, but he was game. That left me both fucked and in control.
I had misjudged my own feelings. I was playing the older college professor. I straddled him, positioned his knob at my hole and then sat back. His rock hard cock was easy to take. It popped through my sphincter effortlessly. Suddenly I felt an explosion of pleasure and passion. It was well beyond anything I had felt before. I don't know what happened for the next ten minutes, the pleasure was too intense to understand.
Tony could not hold back and he let loose. I could feel him squirting each ejaculation in my ass. I had never been so excited. Tony pulled out to catch his breath.
Luther looked at me and I smiled. I was on my back by then. He hoisted my legs onto his shoulders and eased his cock into my cum filled ass. His cock was both longer and much thicker than Tony's was but it slid in easily. I felt a second, even greater explosion of pure sexual pleasure. I lost control of my emotions and wallowed in the pleasure. I moaned and gasped for breath. I even whimpered some.
After a while, Luther pulled out and Tony re-entered. I think Luther must have turned my slut button on and Tony was better than before. They traded places again and Luther lost it and filled my ass with his cream. I shot off and things calmed down. Tony had to go home and I just rested. It had been a real workout.
I was afraid I had made a fool of myself as I reacted to their fucking. That wasn't the case. When you are fucking a man you want him to react. It's a tribute to your fucking style. Luther thought my reaction was a demonstration for the pleasure of being a bottom.
"Did you like it as much as it seemed you liked it?" he asked. "It was as good as it's ever been for me."
"It was great," I said. "You were spectacular. It has never been better." I looked at his face. He was considering trying it.