The Home for Virgins 8
Bald Hairy Man
This is pure fantasy. If you are offended by stories about gay men and gay sex, or if you are under age, DO NOT READ IT. It is not a guide to safe sexual techniques. It does not depict real men, or real situations. It does not depict necessary safe sex practices. Fantasy characters can do anything they want, real men can not!
Life can seem strange some times, but when you think you have seen it all, it can get stranger. One of Henri's oldest friends Denver DuMont, died. He had been a character actor in western movies. He played crooked gamblers, innocent green horns, and wise Indians. He was dependable and didn't care how outlandish and improbable the character was as long as he got paid. He worked continuously for three decades.
Out of costume he was a handsome man and he had a series of handsome lovers. Some of his lovers were wealthy men and left him considerable bequests. He also invested wisely. Denver had a simple funeral and a quick burial.
The executor of his estate sent Henri a letter asking him to have a wake for Denver at Rivanna House. Denver thought a combination wake and orgy was the best way to remember him. He wanted for around thirty of his old friends to attend a weekend sexual wake at Rivanna House. He set aside funds to pay for air fair or any other transportation for his friends. The event was to be four days long and included all food and drink for free. He asked that it be called, "A Nude Celebration of Life and Orgy." In his letter to Henri, he asked there be no eulogies, but asked that his friends think of him as they shot off.
It was strange, but Denver included a check for $150,000.00 to pay for the event. There is a huge difference between a strange event and a $150,000.00 strange event. It was on our calendar for May. The fee covered tips for our staff. Denver had visited us and he had taken full advantage of our staff's special services. The services were free, but guest's were free to give tips.
Henri was free to add staff if necessary. We invited Doc Roberts, Skeeter, Trevor, and Bubbahotep. I figured that Bubbahotep and Skeeter would give the men a new insight into playing sex-crazed rednecks.
The guest list was for thirty men and their companions. We got multiple phone calls asking if it was real. Henri was convincing, and twenty-five of the men accepted the invitation. Most of the men were from Hollywood and California. Some of the men were elderly, so we hired several nurses to be in attendance.
That was a nice gesture, but many of the men's companions were serving as nurses. They came in several planes and the men from New York drove down. They arrived first, and Archie Noel was in the first group with Magic Tom and Joseph Miller.
Archie was famous sidekick on a sit com who had a fine baritone voice. He had just finished playing the father in the Sound of Music. He was with one of his "sons" from the musical, Tony. Tony was a young looking thirty. Magic Tom was doing the a night club gig, and was with a lounge lizard named Rudy. Joseph Miller played the kindly father in a soap opera. He was having a battle over salary, so his character was temporarily in a coma near death until the dispute was resolved. His friend said his name was Lucky.
The LA group arrived next. They included a few stars as well as costumers, make up men, and stunt men from Denver's glory days. They were surprised at the invitation and pleased that Denver remembered them. They came with friends and special friends.
The last group had similar back grounds to Denver. They were men who got on the credits for a movie after the big stars. Martin Martindale was nominated for best supporting actor. He didn't win, but he got close. He came with a younger special friend named Huston. Huston was best known for his role in deodorant advertisements. Fairchild Thomas was noted for his roles as deposed monarchs awaiting death. He had a knack for death scenes. I sort of remembered some of them, but I wasn't sure. I mentioned that to him and he replied, "That is the story of my fucking life." I must have looked shocked and he smiled, "That is also water under the fucking bridge." We both laughed. Out of costume, Fairchild made the English Royal family seem down-home.
Most of them might have preferred a trip to Monaco, or a fancy resort, but Virginia in late spring is green and in bloom. It was beautiful and some of the guests were impressed. Our staff was nude and many of the guests and their special friends were friendly. It was a sex vacation and that was fine with our guests.
Dinner on Friday was a hit. Frank, our chef had a knack for deceptively simple dishes with unexpectedly unique tastes and flavors. Every thing was fresh with just enough seasoning to be special.
Since most of the men had flown cross county they were tired. Our staff looked their best nude and the guests liked that. The older men enjoyed view, but their younger companions had plans.
Bubbahotep and I sat with Fairchild Thomas, his friend Raoul, and Sammy Jones, who had been a costume maker. He was with his partner David. David was a wealthy insurance broker. Fairchild acted the part of an aristocrat who had fallen in hard times. He was still pretentious, but I had the impression that Raoul made it all possible. Sammy was a nice, quiet guy who knew all the dirt of every Hollywood star over the last thirty years.
Fairchild was dazzled by Bubbahotep. The actor refused to believe Bubbahotep was a real redneck. Later that night Fairchild discovered that Bubbahotep's cock did not need a stunt double.
Somehow I ended up in Sammy and David's bedroom with Raoul and another man named Zipper. Zipper was the man who made Sammy' designs. Sammy and Zipper were tops, but were interested a trying the bottom. Raoul had been an assistant to the stage manager. He suggested that Zipper and Sammy get in the 69 position so we could fuck them simultaneously.
I had a strong suspicion that Sammy's ass was not 100% virgin. Raoul thought that Zipper's hole was virgin, but it was more than ready for a new experience. Neither man had experienced having two cocks in action simultaneously.
Sammy's sphincter offered no resistance to my cock head. I popped past it and went deep. Zipper's hole was tight, but that was no problem for Raoul. He was muscular man and he effortlessly forced his cock in deep. The bottoms did not lose their erections as they were fucked. That was a good sign. After ten minutes or so, Zipper asked if we could have a rest period. That wasn't a problem for us. He was tired went to his bedroom.
"When was the last time a man shot off in you," I asked Sammy.
"Would I shock you if I said thirty or so years ago," he said. "It was not a success. I thought getting fucked would be a problem. After our little episode, I now believe it was a case of being fucked by the wrong person. I am nearing seventy and finding a new sexual position is a thrill. How was it for you?"
"It was good. You were responsive once you got into it. Would you like to take my sperm?" I asked. Some times that is a problem for a mature man. He said it would be fine, but Raoul and I traded playmates, so I fucked David.
David was in his fifties and he was much more responsive to my cock than Sammy had been. Raoul was handsome in a night-club lounge-lizard way and Sammy liked that. The night was good for all of us.
This was David's first time an an all gay nude event. He told me he wasn't sure he could get naked in a group of nude men. He had packed several jocks. "I wore a jock for a half hour or so, but then took it off. Oddly, I felt free. That wasn't what I anticipated," he said.
"Did men notice you are well hung?" I asked.
He nodded. "The last time I was with naked guys, I was a freshman in high school. I was on the JV football team until I broke my ankle," he explained. "I didn't realize my cock had grown since then," he paused. "Sammy and I are not very imaginative, and we are fixed in our ways. I came along with him because he thought we might freshen up repertoire of sexual activities."
I put David's legs on my shoulders.
"My ass needs attention," David said.
Sammy was moaning as Raoul slipped his tool into his ass. I eased my well lubricated cock gently into David's ass.
"Sammy seems to be happy," I said as I began to thrust my cock part deeper in David's ass so I could work over his prostate with my cock head. I soon was deeper into his ass.
"I'm getting close to shooting. Do you want to take my load?" I whispered. He nodded. I shoved my cock in deep and made several hard thrusts and then shot off. David could feel my ejaculations since he moaned with each volley. We broke apart and a few minutes later Raoul and I went to our rooms to leave Sammy and David alone. David had fallen asleep.
"Is there any chance that you and I could play a little?" Raoul asked. "Sammy's took my load, but I want more."
"I should be tired, but I'm horny as shit," I said.
I thought Raoul was an over the hill boy-toy. He had been Fairchild's friend and playmate. When Fairchild's career faded and he lived in a fantasy world of fame, his friends vanished, and Raoul was the only one left. Raoul was essentially a caregiver. That left him with a lot of free time for his real job. He was a published author of Spanish language novels.
Some of his books were serious literature; but he used another name when he wrote Romance novels for straight and gay audiences. These ranged from bodice ripping heroines in distress novels to gay sucking and fucking epics. Rivanna House was a source of new material for him.
"I have never focused on friendly sex before," he said. "My characters are looking for true love and happiness ever after. Friendship and recreational sex doesn't play a role. It seems low key here."
"It does get a bit intense as you progress towards ejaculation," I asked.
Raoul laughed. "I noticed that. It seemed that most of your guests are not particularly into monogamy."
"It seems to me that finding Mr. Right is a long drawn out process. There is only one Mr. Right. There can be a lot of Mr. Right Now men. It seems to me that you can have a lot of friends with benefits. The Duchess of Windsor said, "You can't be too thin or too rich." I said. "I think she was wrong about that. I don't think you can have too many friends. A liberal scattering of friends with benefits is good too." Raoul shot off in me and went back to Fairchild. He told me that Fairchild got frightened if he woke up and if he wasn't there.
By one in the morning, everyone was in the right bedroom. Every room in Rivanna House was occupied. Somehow, Bubbahotep shared my bed with me. I realized again that having too many friends was not a problem.
Breakfast was at nine and, as usual, Frank provided a superb feast. It was cloudy day, but the pool was warm and popular.
Trevor, the painter, was doing quick, sketch portraits of the men. I knew he was talented, but I was surprised these quick oil sketches caught the character of the sitters. The men were most impressed as was I. This amused the men greatly, and Trevor liked listening to the men's stories of Hollywood in the good old days. The sun came out at mid-day, and some of the men went on walks through the woods.
I stayed at the pool. A number of the men were behind the screen people who made the movies possible. They were the set painters, costumers, lighting and sound technicians. Some of the stars were over sexed and under talented. Their acting ability was all smoke and mirrors. Since smoke and mirrors was the essence of Hollywood, it was a perfect combination.
Magnum Willard was a stage hand who moved sets on the stage. He was huge, and had once provided the body for Goliath in a biblical epic. He was used for distant scenes and got no screen credit. An "A list" star provided the close up shots. Magnum was in his sixties now and was the companion of Willy Thomas. Willy had been a cute child star. He had been cute, but was totally without talent. Willy was invited since he had a famously available ass. It was available to anyone on the "A list" of stars.
Magnum was huge and frightening looking but, he had a collection of comic stories of his escapades with major stars. While he looked like the least likely man in the world who would have a sense of humor, Magnum was a nice guy and made friends easily. He hit it off with Bubbahotep, and Doc Roberts. Magnum attracted stars. Bubbahotep was a magnet for men with mullets and unwise choices in tattoos. Magnum and Bubbahotep both were hard working men and tended to give their sex partners a push in the direction of being real human beings. They gave some of their playmates intense cock therapy. They were also full service. They could give and take.
The cloudy morning turned bright at noon but turned into an even cloudier late afternoon, and a rainy night. After dinner it became a cloud burst. A front had stalled over our area and remained in place for twelve hours. We lost electricity. The roads were unusable until the rain stopped. We had a back up generator, and the solar panels on the roof had filled the heat storage tanks so it was cozy in the building.
Henri had planned entertainment for the night, but the road was closed. Fairchild and Sammy came over to Henri and me as we were talking.
"Fairchild came up with an idea in the we hours of the night," Sammy said. "Why don't we have an orgy? He was thinking a period orgy. Maybe a hippy commune type event as in the 1970's. I wondered if we could have an all male orgy in playboy pad. I don't know if there was gay playboy pad, but we have a lot of imaginative men here. We can figure something out."
Henri figured that given the age of the men in the group, that might go over well.
It turned out that few of the men were high enough in the celebrity ladder to be invited to a playboy party. The men loved the idea. Several of the guests were in the group scene before AIDS. They had all been tested by Doc Roberts, but we did warn our staff that the floor might be sticky at the end of night in the game room. They were use to that. Doc Roberts, Skeeter, Trevor, Frank, and Bubbahotep joined in as did Henri and me.
Frank had a young sou-chef with him, Lonnie. Lonnie was a good chef and was learning a lot from Frank. He had been a pole dancer at a gay dive. Remarkably he didn't catch anything, and had a warm spot for old men who paid well and often had a problem getting hard enough for anal.
I was surprised to discover Lonnie was both smart and nice. Frank told me he was raised by wolves, but a next door neighbor in the trailer park served as a substitute mother when his real mother was off with a new boy friend. When his substitute mother died, he ran away and found a home at a gay dive as a pole dancer.
The owner of the joint, Teddy, liked Lonnie and protected him to some extent. Customers were restricted to only oral. That rule did not include the owner himself. According to Lonnie, Teddy's cock was a perfect fit. When the police closed the joint down, Teddy gave him a thousand dollars cash, and got him a job with Frank. Frank had a rule about not fucking the staff. Our wake-orgy had mostly older guys and when Lonnie asked if he could join in, Frank said it was okay.
When Frank and Lonnie entered the party room, the New York guys, Archie Noel, Magic Tom and Joseph Miller gathered around them. Frank was from New York and they connected.
"Is this your boy?" Archie asked.
"He's not a boy and he is not mine," Frank said. "He is going to be a good Chef. He is special, but he's not shy and has normal, youthful urges."
"I can take, but I like to give too," Lonnie said. "I am playful, but some older guys don't like it when things get messy."
"You mean that sticky, creamy stuff?" Joseph asked. Lonnie nodded.
"I think of that stuff as the food of the gods," Archie said.
"I think it's messy," Magic Tom said. "I do know one special place where it serves as a fine high quality lubricant." Lonnie joined the three men and they went off.
Frank came over to me and whispered, "I would really like to fuck you to heaven and back tonight. Is that a possibility?"
"The guests come first in my book," I said. "My ass might be full, but I enjoy you. Would it bother you to fuck a used ass?"
Frank laughed. "I thought you knew me better than that!" he exclaimed. We both laughed and then went off to mingle with the guests.