Sunset Manor 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 or bldhrymn@aol.com.
The Biltmore family was eccentric. More correctly there were odd and strange. Wealthy families are eccentric, non-wealthy families are odd. The Biltmore' s made up in pretention what they lacked in wealth. They were the Billings family when they were farmers. When Billy Billings married Monique Tallman, they eased into the richer sounding name, Biltmore.
Monique was perhaps the most pretentious woman ever born. She combined fantasy with shamelessness. Billy Billings became William Astor Biltmore, and officially changed his name. Monique had quite a bit of inherited money. Most people believed she was borderline insane. Her three sons, William Astor Biltmore III, Charles, and Lewis were plain old insane.
Monique's money was handled by a well-respected brokerage house, and the fortune grew in the prosperous middle of the 20th Century. They built an elaborate house on the farm. It was essentially a souped-up ranch house. Eventually their sons built houses flanking the earlier house. The neighbors joked that it was just like Buckingham Palace if the palace was a rancher. The farm reverted to nature as trees filled the former pastures.
Disaster struck the family when William Astor Biltmore III came to believe he was a financial genius and took charge of the family fortune. It took ten years to bankrupt the family and for the brothers to take refuge in a sanitarium.
Five years later I bought the derelict house. I am David C. Davis and had just retired from developing hotel chains. I specialized in luxury hotels in wilderness areas. If truth in advertising applied, we would have said we were located in wilderness or wilderness-lite areas. They were successful and popular, and I sold the chain for a considerable profit.
By the time I bought the houses, they had deteriorated, but were salvageable. They were hidden in what was now dense forest. My plan was to turn them into a select, modest resort-getaway.
There was no dramatic scenery or historic sites near the property and the buildings were undistinguished. My plan was to turn it into a gay get away. It was to be a place for men to have sex, away from anyone they knew and where their reputations were safe.
I am gay and I know it is sort of okay to be gay. That is not consistent everywhere, especially in smaller communities and districts, and with members of some social groups, such as some churches and the Republican party.
My resort was to be an ideal place for you and a special friend, but it was also to be a good place to meet new friends or find playmates who liked to suck or fuck. I had a partner in the deal, Dr. Manfred Mueller. We were longtime friends and fuck buddies. He was retiring too, and he wanted to relax. While we were good friends, we were not interested in monogamy. We like variety. Sometimes we shared playmates, but solo encounters were okay too. Manny confessed to me once that he was really into cock. I had guessed that.
I renovated the former Biltmore houses into bedrooms and suites with new baths, whirlpools, and a steam room. I redecorated the entire place, but kept a little of the retro, 1950 air of the place, which we rechristened Sunset Manor. I assumed many of our future guests had rendezvous at 1950 era motels. I build a swimming pool with a retractable roof
Manfred and I had a clever marketing scheme. We told our friends and acquaintances about the place. Manfred thought the word-of-mouth gay telegraph would do the trick. I wasn't so sure, but Manfred was 100% right. I thought that most of the activity would be couples, but we planned to have a Friday night nude pool party and allowed a discounted rate for anyone who wanted to use an entire house as party place.
I staffed the house with gay men. Some of them were out of work actors and we included several guys who wanted to be French maids. The French maids wore short skirts, and no underwear. Cliff ran the house staff. He was a hard as nails with a heart of gold guy who retired from one of my resorts. We found a good chef, Carlo, and he came with his own helpers. On duty they were strictly professional, but they were free agents on their own time. Manfred mentioned to them that they needed an invitation to enter some special places and not to push anything where it didn't fit.
We had a three-man yard crew that also doubled as security. Three desk men, two pool men, three bellboys and a nurse, Roger. I assumed many of our guests would be mature.
We opened for business on the Friday after April Fool's day, and the place was an immediate success. Manfred tested the staff and guests for STD. That might have turned off a few men but was popular with everyone else. He gave men an elastic wrist band to let everyone know he was recently tested. He also gave men a colored band indicating a man's personal interest, i.e., top, bottom, or sucker. We had a purple band to indicate a versatile guy.
There were 20 rooms with 40 double beds and a 15 person "dorm." This was one room with curtains separating the beds, and a gang shower. This was to have been for staff and overflow guests. This was popular since it was inexpensive and filled with sexual opportunity.
For the opening, several old friends came as did friends of friends. About a third of the men knew each other. The pool was heated and was still enclosed for the Friday night meet and greet. Manfred and I, as well as the staff were nude, and after a half hour everyone was naked. The time between meeting someone for the first time and getting up close and personal was not long. The combination of nudity and partial erections seems to have worked as an ice breaker. To make things perfectly clear, we had a sling tastefully placed in a corner with a sign saying. "Volunteers Only."
A few men stripped and got in the water. The genitals were less exposed under water. This was helpful for reclusive, shy men. The lighting was dimmed and while you could see men and their equipment, no one was spotlighted. We served wine and beer but no hard drinks. I wanted things to be festive but not drunken.
I ran into an old friend Julian. He was with a younger man, Theo. Julian was a 60-year-old, imposing man a bit over six feet tall. Theo was bearded, fortyish, and maybe five-six. He was a classic otter. Julian was a bishop, and this was his annual get away. Theo was a minister. I knew Julian was only sexually attracted to Protestants or Jewish men. He said he never mixed business with pleasure.
One of Manfred's friends, Ram came over to us. He was a Sikh, nude except for his turban. He was hung and very uncircumcised. He was talking with Manfred, and Julian came to him like an iron filing to a magnet.
I was talking with Theo. "I've never been to anything like this," he said. "It's sort of over whelming."
"If you think of it as a recreational interlude, it makes it more relaxing," I said. "The intention is to be enjoyable, no strings fun culminating in sexual release. Maybe you will find true love here, but I wouldn't get my hopes up."
"That seems superficial," he said.
"A lot of comedies and jokes are superficial too, but they add a lot to everyday life," I said. "As the bible says, God didn't place you cock in an easy to reach place by accident."
Theo burst into laughter. "I don't seem to recall that verse," he said.
"I think it is in the Thoughts of St. Paul as recorded by his deaf scribe," I said. "Maybe it is in the King James Version, ultra-revised."
"Have you thought about becoming a television evangelist?" Theo asked.
"I try to make men true believers with the careful use of rectal massage followed by bathing the prostate with sperm," I said.
Theo laughed again. Then he leaned close to me and whispered, "My prostate has never had a sperm bath before. Julian doesn't like exchanging sperm."
"I suspect you might be interested in that?" I whispered back to him.
Before he could reply, an old friend, Lewis, came over to me with another man he introduced as Carl. Lewis was a lawyer who led a totally closeted life except for periodic injections of my sperm deep in his ass. He was a gifted and clever lawyer but timid sexually. I was surprised he was with a man. Lewis was a classic 98-pound weakling. He was short and thin. Carl was the same height but was a brawny wrestler type.
Physical attraction is unpredictable. Theo was pretty obviously attracted to Lewis and Carl. In the corner of my eye, I saw Julian vanishing in a corner with Ram. Both men were hard.
It was beginning to get loud. Carl had a hearing problem, so we went to my room, which was off the pool. I found out Carl was indeed a wrestler. He had been injured in an accident that caused some brain damage and partial loss of hearing. Lewis handled his lawsuit and won easily. Theo worked with the deaf and knew sign language.
While Carl and I tend to be open and forward sexually, Theo and Lewis were closeted and shy. Julian and Ram walked by my room and joined our little group. About five minutes later we were all sexually engaged. I slipped into Lewis's ass. Carl got Theo all hot and bothered. Julian joined Carl and Theo, and Ram joined Lewis and me.
Ram was horse hung. "I need to get off, is your ass open for business?" he whispered in my ear in a pronounced Oxford accent. I didn't answer but I spread my legs. He took that as a yes. Julian fucked Carl as Theo sixty-nined with Carl. I later found out that Lewis hadn't known that Carl bottomed.
I knew this sort of thing could turn into a disaster, but good will, good attitude and excited cocks can make a success. Ram had a big, dark cock, but once the foreskin parted it exposed an almost iridescent, lavender cock head. It was bullet shaped and as soon as it touched my hole, I knew I wasn't the first man he had fucked. I think he had practice working his cock into an average asshole. It was close to hurting a few times, but I was so excited, I didn't care. He nudged his knob past my sphincter and then caressed my prostate. By the time Ram's cock occupied every inch of my as, it wasn't an invader.
"This is good," he whispered. "I've been waiting for this my entire life."
"Do you tell that to all the men you fuck?" I asked.
Ram laughed. "Only about half of them, but it's a lot closer to being true than most," he replied.
The next time I looked around Carl was fucking Theo. A little later Theo was in Carl's ass. That was a success too. Next to them Lewis was fucking and seeding Julian. Lewis seemed to have violent orgasms, he shivered with each ejaculation. Of course, I couldn't see Lewis's sperm flooding Julian's ass, but I knew Julian could feel it.
We broke apart after the first rounds of orgasms, but we knew we would get together again.
I greeted most of the guests. There were a number of older men. A few just enjoyed the view, but others mingled. Technically I was older. Once and a while I admitted that. I had enjoyed my work, but the ratio of work to pleasure was eighty percent work and twenty percent pleasure. I wanted to reverse that. My cock was in tip-top shape and I had no performance problems, but I knew there was no guarantee that would last.
I met a man who went by the name Col. Johnny. He referred to his name as his nom-de-cock. The Colonel the most sexually driven man I had met who was still in the closet. He had two buddies, Major Andy, and Private Donnie. The Colonel and the Major were retired Army. Private Donnie just liked the look.
The Colonel and Major had sex drives and equipment that made friends quickly. I was a little worried about Donnie. It seemed that he was incomplete without a cock up his ass. Donnie was a delicate looking, 30-year-old. He must have possessed a cast iron rectum. He wasn't my type, but he liked older men and they liked him a lot.
Johnny and Andy were interesting men. They had been in Iraq and Afghanistan, but they were usually stationed at embassies in trouble spots. I assumed they had been military intelligence. They loved being in a place where they could let their hair down and keep their cocks up. After talking for a while, Johnny went off to mingle.
Andy leaned close to me, "Are there any ground rules here?" he asked in a whisper.
"Just ask politely and say please and thank you," I replied. "Everyone here has been tested so bareback is an option, if you are uncomfortable with that there is protection in the table next to the beds."
"Is the staff with the program?" he asked.
"No, but they are free agents when not working. They have their own interests. If their interests coincide with yours, it's up to them," I explained. "No money or gifts can change hands. That gets everyone in deep trouble."
"I understand," he said. "The Colonel and I have a warm spot for the cream associated with intense affection. Is that a problem?"
"I don't know, that is a personal choice of our guest," I said. "You might mention that sometimes it is hard to control spontaneous expressions of affection to the man you are with. He could tell you if that bothers him." Andy nodded. "I might mention that I personally have no problems with men's reproductive fluids. Especially when they are fresh, warm, and just finished cleaning out the precum that lingered in the reproductive tunnel," I added. The Colonel laughed and they went off. I was sure I would encounter them later.
I got to know them well on Saturday. Our relationship turned into a good thing for Sunset Manor. They weren't the only retired military men who enjoyed forbidden sexual relationships. Two or three days at Sunset Manor didn't make up for a lifetime of sexual abstinence, but when your previous sexual relationships were a guilt and fear ridden hour at the most, three days at Sunset were a revelation.
Manfred claimed I was the straightest 100% gay man he had ever met. I understood that was true except for my compulsion to have sex with men. I am not interested in cross-dressers, drama queens, or leather fetishists. However, I am willing to overlook a man's interest in women's clothes, leather, or drama if his cock is big enough. Call me a romantic.
I laughed at myself. Technically a cock had be big enough to be seen. I also fall for needy men with small cocks or accommodating asses. There is one exception to my strict, but flexible rules. Sadists or BSDM guys do nothing for me. Some people say it's just being ultra-masculine. That struck me as odd. It would be similar to liking a woman because she suffered from periodic discomfort 24/7. Macho men are fine. Macho is not the same as continuously violent.
Johnny and Andy were good for Sunset Manor. They were not the only closeted men in the armed forces or in government service. They recommended our place, and they were good customers. A week or even a weekend of letting it all hang out can release a lot of steam.
A one-on-one with a guest or the staff of Sunset, would work for me as an alternative to life as a cloistered Monk. I also guessed most of the men weren't one-man men. They seemed to like variety.
While I ran the overall operation, Carlo, the chef ran the kitchen staff, and Cliff ran the housekeeping and grounds keeping staff. It is an axiom, that the way to promotion involves a cock and an ass. Everyone was versatile enough to top when the boss was a bottom and bottom when the boss is a top.
This bothered Carlos, he knew it was messy when you fired an underperforming sou-chef, who was an excellent bottom. Carlo was sexually flexible, but high quality of food was his objective. Sex was not an alternative to being a good chef. We arrived at a solution for the problem. Cliff could sexually connect with willing chefs and Carlo could do the same with the house and grounds staff. Carlo was over sexed and always willing. Cliff liked sex but had a modest sex drive. That seemed to keep the staff happy.
On the weekend before the 4th of July, Johnny and Andy returned for a joint birthday celebration. Johnny was born on the first and Andy on the fifth of July. They came with ten guests. Ram returned the same weekend with five friends. Ram was a gynecologist and he had two fellow gay doctors, two nurses and a pharmacist. It was an accidentally odd coupling but worked out well.
Johnny's guest were straight arrows but sexually driven. Ram's friends were knowledgeable about human reproductive systems, women's due to their profession, and men because of their sexual hobby. The pharmacist was expert on erectile disfunction and had a hobby developing inhalants. After the meet and greet at the pool, everyone was a buddy. We had six guests who were not part of the birthday or Ram's group. Once you were naked, no one seemed to care. I wasn't playing the host, so I joined in.
I was hunting for shy men who had trouble mixing in with the other men. Dr. Randy, one of Ram's friends was interested in sexual experimentation. Nate, the pharmacist had access to some meds that tended to increase desire and reduce inhibitions. He seemed to be Dr. Randy's friend or accomplice. Randy had a long white snake that he claimed was ideal for first fuck session.
I didn't find out about that until the next day or I would have objected. I also found out that Nate added something to the punch bowl that tended to reduce inhibitions. He later described it as his. I didn't believe that, but it was good potion and a good party.
The men in Johnny and Andy's birthday group were into sex. Ram's friends were into hyper-sex. The two groups had no problem getting along.