The Buttermilk Home 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 comments send them to winarch47@yahoo.com
I discovered several things over the next six months. If you are doing it right, you never get tired of sex with friends. There are always surprises even when you are repeating the same things with the same man. There are no doctorial dissertations on the potential variation in the sensations caused by repeated anal penetrations.
We had a staff of twenty with different numbers on each shift, and perhaps fifteen residents who were into man sex. You had a changing cast of characters depending on the time of day. Due to our connections to the rescue squad and some private ambulance services, we had ten more interested men. The bachelor farmers had an interest in man play.
I had a long conversation with William, one of our residents. He had been bachelor History teacher in Roanoke and retired to East Appleton, where he was born. He lived in his parent's house until he broke his leg and couldn't use the stairs. He was an energetic seventy-five. He had an unusual sense of humor, and he got along well with the other residents.
As a schoolteacher he had almost no sex life for years. Any hint of impropriety would have ended his career. He wasn't that worried about his career as much as he didn't want his students to think his interest in their lives was for ulterior reasons. His students had much higher admission rate to college than any other teacher in the school. At the Buttermilk Home he soon connected with the most sexually interested men.
William was tall, thin and hung. He tended to wear sweatpants with no underwear during the day. The pants we old and thin and his cock was often outlined. He dressed for dinner and improved the ambience there. Other men dressed too, and most stopped wearing tee shirts.
I was on duty when the warning blinker in his room went off. I raced to his room. He was in the shower and had accidentally bumped against the alarm button getting into the shower. I apologized; he hadn't realized he had done it. We briefly talked. He was naked but didn't seem to care. I involuntarily glanced at his cock. That was a natural reaction I tried to avoid.
William fondled his balls. "I have a feeling we share some common interests?" he observed as he stroked his cock.
"I suspect we do," I replied. "It's my shift so it's not possible."
"Are there possibilities when you are off duty?" he asked. I said there might be. My beeper went off and there was another problem.
George, one of our older residents had missed the toilet. George was not incontinent; his attention span was getting shorter and shorter. He had woken up, went to the bathroom and forgot where he was. He was embarrassed when he realized what he had done. Dooley was on the cleanup crew and was on duty. I buzzed him and he came[BW1].
Dooley was cheerful and a little piss didn't both him at all. He dealt with disastrous intestinal and urinary events all the time. This was a piece of cake for him.
George's buddy Tommy was in the next room. He came over and took George to breakfast. It was clear that George needed more attention.
When my shift was over, I went to my room. William came to see me that afternoon. He was with another resident, Junius. Junius was a retired accountant and spent most of his time with or near William. The three of us went to the showers together. Dooley was showering and didn't mind company. William had taken a little blue pill and was impressive. He was in good shape for a man his age. Junius had the physique of a fireplug. He appeared to be short, but he five-ten or so.
I went to William and sucked him. Junius went to suck Dooley. Dooley was a fifty-year-old, high school dropout. He was affable, hard working and dependable. Dooley was an attractive, well-hung man. Junius usually did the sucking without expecting to reciprocate. When Dooley switched places and sucked Junius. The older man though he had found a new friend for life. We went to my room and continues to play.
When I am naked and in a shower, I am laid back and open to the possibilities. I never do anything that I would have done to me. Years ago, I loved to fuck, but didn't want to be fucked. As I got older, I took a cock once and a while. Now I entertain on the back porch as often as I can. The first men to fuck me was a nursing student named Tim. He made it clear that if I wanted to fuck him, I had to take his cock.
He was a handsome man and I wanted him badly. He was a good bottom, but he turned out to be a superb top. He got in me easily, but I went to the moon when he shot off in my ass. I could feel every ejaculation filling my ass. it was beautiful. Having his privates in me and seeding me was more intense that I had imagined. For a minute we merged.
Tommy, George's buddy joined us. Apparently, William, Junius and Tommy formed a group that aided the men who were slipping. They felt that sitting alone in your room encourages dementia. They provided a social life and stimulation for men like George.
Tommy was a former brick layer. He was both graceless and muscular. To me, it looked as if his cock could do push-ups. Even when soft his cock looked muscular. I told him I would like to try his cock on for size. He said he would like that, but he had a hair trigger. I told him I like some gravy with meat.
It was a tight fit, but worth it. We were two men who merged, one aggressive man and one who open to almost any possibility. While Tommy wasn't much of a talker, he tended to moan and twitch. You could sense him building up to an orgasm. The men watching us got into it too. When Tommy shot off, everyone knew exactly how many times he ejaculated. He was exhausted after his orgasm and pulled out.
I was surprised when Dooley came to me to licked up Tommy's sperm as it drooled from my ass. He stopped when there was nothing left to drool. He had it all. Junius took his place, trying to get his tongue into my ass. He later told me I was tender and relaxed.
Afterwards I was somewhat uneasy about such a public display of my sexual interests. That wasn't a problem. The men saw me as a good sport and an even better playmate. Dooley told me he thought I was hard on the outside and soft inside. William, Junius and Tommy saw me as the gateway to more intense sex. They considered to be a sexual Guru. While I was the senior staff member, I was also a man with a high tolerance for sex. My approach to sex had a beneficial impact on the staff. I am a big guy with a scarred face. Lonny said I wasn't exactly ugly, but I was attractiveness challenged. I realized that for some men, a man with a big cock and a willing ass, makes up for my face.
Junius asked me if the scars hurt. I said the were a problem for a year after the accident, but there had been no problem since then. He said he was relieved to know that.
We had a scare when a delivery man tested Covid positive. He had minimal contact with the home, but at that time we didn't know if handing the delivery boxes could spread the disease. Ram stepped up testing. Dooley had received the packages and he went into quarantine. We went into tend days of extreme caution.
The delivery guy, Timmy, was twenty and sang in the choir of a holy roller church run by man who was a publicity hound. The preacher proclaimed that faith in Jesus was all you needed to avoid the disease. He was the carrier, and infected ten members of the church. He died of the disease, along with two members of the church. I am more of the "praise the lord and pass the ammunition" man. God helps those who help themselves.
We were also careful. The showers used anti-bacterial soap and all the bathrooms were cleaned twice a day with disinfectant. No one at the Home had tested positive. Two weeks later Timmy came to the home and apologized for being stupid.
I told him of our precautions. Timmy was terrified he might have infected his family. I told him of the disinfectants we used and the proper cleaning techniques. I took him to the shower area and showed him the supply closet. I had a suspicion his reading skills were not top-notch.
When he saw the shower, he asked if we showered together. It told him it depended on who needed to shower. That could be several times a day.
"Are they bare ass naked?" he asked. It told him of course. Clothes had to be washed every day, they were as likely to be infected as the men.
"Do guys ever show hard?" he asked.
I resisted the temptation to say they showed hard as often as possible. I told him it happened once in a while. "It isn't a problem. Cocks sometimes have a mind of their own."
"I've never taken a shower. Our house has a tub," Timmy said.
"You are free to try ours," I said. "You are semi-staff."
"Would you take a shower with me?" he asked.
I looked at him and noticed his cock was causing a mark on his pants. He was twenty so I said sure, I had to clean up for my next shift. We stripped in my room and went to the shower wearing towels.
Timmy loved the shower. His cock wasn't soft, but it wasn't hard either. He was a dirty blond with a hairy chest and a treasure trail to his bush.
He came over to me. "Do you know what a blow job is?" he asked in a whisper, "Do most guys like it?"
"As a matter of fact, they do," I said. There is not much to dislike about a blow job if you playmate is careful."
"What happens if the guy you are blowing shoots of?" he asked.
"Some guys spit it out. Some guys like it. They swallow it," I said. "I would recommend swallowing it. there is no mess to clean up!"
"Would I have to blow the guy who gets me off?" he asked.
"Guys do it because they like it. Some guys zip up and leave," I said.
Timmy was silent for a while and then asked, "Would you do me?"
"You want it?" I asked. He nodded. "Do you want to do it here?"
"What if someone walks in?" he asked.
"Don't worry they would either ignore us or join in," I said.
"Are you sure about that?" he asked. I nodded and dropped to my knees.
Timmy's cock almost smacked me in my face he got hard so fast. He was more than ready. Ten minutes later his balls were down a pint or two of cum after he shot off.
He dried off and we want back to my room. "Is it always that good?" he asked.
"It is good, isn't it?" I asked. He nodded his head.
"Can I suck you too?" he asked. I said that would be nice and asked if he wanted me to warn him when I was close to popping. He told me it would be better if it was a surprise. As far as I could tell. He was like an explorer who found the holy grail. When I shot off, he took every drop.
Timmy was lying on my bed with his hard cock pointing at the ceiling. I squirted some lube in my ass, straddled his cock, and sat on his cock.
"I'm going to shoot again!" he moaned. I bounce on his tool.
"Timmy, that is my objective," I said as I felt him ejaculate.
He got dressed. "Is there any chance we could do this again?" he asked.
"Sure, but if you are into it, just about everyone here would be willing to help you out." I said. He went home, and I went to work. A few weeks later he joined the maintenance staff of the home. He was young, strong and friendly. The residents loved him.
Once we got past the lock down, things returned to a more normal pace. We had several new residents. The most notable one was Marlow, a Black hairdresser from Northern Virginia. He thought he was exiled to Siberia. He was surprised to discover his gay life was not over at the Buttermilk Home.
By this time, the straight men in our group admitted they were gay. William told me this was the first time he and his friends experienced low stress sex. They had lived in fear of exposure their entire lives. While younger people were more open minded that was not typical of other age groups and locals.
It is assumed that older men lose their interest in sex, that is not consistent. I suspect the sexual opportunities for sex diminish. Some men who had been tops, transitioned into bottoms. Our staff tended to top, and they had no problem with older men.
I was careful with older men, but a slow and leisurely fuck building gradually up to an orgasm is still sex. I was surprised my orgasms seemed more intense. I enjoyed the group events too. Some of the residents participated or observed. Junius said and afternoon of casual sex was a lot better than daytime TV.
Marlow unofficially set up his barber business in his bedroom. Over several months both our residents and staff began to look better. It was a nude barber shop, and while Marlow did the work for free, a load of sperm directly shot into Marlow's mouth was appreciated.
I am a hairy man with unruly hair, and a bigfoot like pelt. Marlow told me to grow a beard. I told him I didn't that that would look good.
"You are a nurse. I am a hairdresser. I know what will look good on you!" he said in a voice that reminded me of my mother. I grew the beard. A month later he trimmed it. My face was scared and dented from the accident. When he was finished, I had a new face. He done some scar comb-overs and trimmed the beard to hide some of the odd depressions left by the accident. I didn't look the way I had before the accident, but it was good.
Marlow had suffered a serious, near fatal, heart attack. He had been sexually active before the attack. Ram said the combination of bypasses, stents and an artificial valve had been successful. He didn't think that normal sex would be a problem.
Marlow first visited the showers with Williams and Tommy in the late afternoon. They were big men and Marlow was worried about slipping. They could support him if he slipped. Lonny joined them. He had an evening engagement and wanted to clean up.
Marlow's old sexual urges returned as Lonny and Tommy explored common stress reduction techniques. Tommy had his first afternoon snack served from Lonny's Black cock. Marlow's cock enjoyed the show. Williams was attracted to the blue-purple color of Marlow's knob. William's tongue had barely touched it when his face was splattered by Marlow's sperm.
"I'm afraid it may be a bit stale," Marlow said.
William laughed and said, "Most of it is on my face. I'll use it as a face cream." All was well. William and Tommy took a happy Marlow back to his room. A day or two later, Marlow told them he was afraid his ass was out of condition and asked if they help to recondition it. They did some massaging with their cocks and then lubricated the anal tunnel with their own personal lubricants.
We eased him back into regular sexual activity. He had been a jokester and a character before the heart attack. He was fun to talk too and be with again. He had also been bit slutty. At the Buttermilk Home, a bit slutty was an attractive trait.
Officially the Buttermilk Home was a Senior Residential Residence. We also provided rehabilitation services. Once you were a resident, you had a home for life. Most of the men didn't want to come to the Home, but most had a traumatic event that caused them to live here. They might have had a stroke, heart attack, fallen down the stairs, broken a leg or slipped in the tub. After a few weeks or months, it became home and they were relieved that they wouldn't need to move again. Most had lived alone and had little family support.
Since they were gay, some experienced the first time in their lives they could be open about it and not fear "being caught." This was a tremendous change for the men. They could enjoy sex for the first time. They could form friendships with other men and not need to explain it to anyone.