The Motel 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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It is a long drive from Richmond to Bristol, Virginia. I am Briscoe Stewart, a salesman for Dominion Pipe & Fittings, and I make the trip four times a year. Since I make stops in Lynchburg, Roanoke and Wise it takes a full day or more. If I have a big sale it can take several days. It was a successful day for me, so I was running late.
I was on a two-lane road and I needed something to eat and somewhere to sleep. There seemed to be more deer on the road than cars when I came up to the Ponderosa, a motel with a restaurant. It was a 1970s type motel with a rustic, cowboy theme. I decided to give it a try. The room was standard, but clean. The restaurant was open and busy. I assumed there was no competing motel in the area.
It was not a gourmet style dining experience was it was well cooked, plentiful and inexpensive. I was relaxing when I paid more attention to the clientele. It seemed to be all male. I wondered if it was some group like the Elks who met here. It took a few minutes to realize it wasn't an Elks group.
I have quiet life. I live in suburban Richmond about a mile from my parents. They are in their mid-70ies now and have some health problems. They were never that compatible, but dad was successful, and each had many close friends. They tended to live independently. Mom was big in women's clubs and dad golfed. They both loved me and that was great for me.
I have a degree in Civil Engineering, and while I am a salesman, I also consult and advise. When you buy site or water control products from me, everything is right. Every accessory and every piece of equipment is right. I am a bit anal retentive and contractors and government agencies know that. The equipment and supplies are expensive but getting everything right is important for my clients.
While my house and lifestyle are modest, I am on commission, and my commission on a million dollars of equipment is impressive. Mom and Dad take care of my house, along with their maid and yardman. Since I am away most of the time, they aren't intrusive, but they are there.
I don't really have a social life. I have one pal from High School, Buster. We were on the football team together and we shared a common sexual interest in each other. I am an average dumpy guy. While I am muscular, the muscles are arranged to make me a tackle, not a centerfold in a muscle magazine. Buster looks like the missing link, if the missing link was scary. He works as a supervisor on the city crew of ditch diggers.
Buster leads by example and isn't afraid to get dirty. When a trench collapsed and trapped men, Buster's crew got them out. They could dig fast and carefully, and Buster got a medal form the city. Buster and I would get together every month or so and do what Buster referred to as making sure the pipes were clear.
After eating at the Ponderosa, I went to my room. It was just beginning to get dark. The room had a sitting area to the rear with a sliding door. I open the drapes and discovered the motel rooms faced a swing pool. Several men were in the pool and it looked as if several were nude.
I admit my curiosity got the upper hand of my discretion. I opened the sliding door and went out. A man came up to me. "Are you a new member?" he asked. "I'm Doug, the president of the West Bears group."
"No. I just have a room for the night," I said. "I'm Briscoe Stewart." We shook hands. "What are the West Bears?"
"I guess you could say we are guys who tend to be on the beefy side," he replied. "The men like to have some fun. You are welcome to join us. The dress code is a bit informal. I hope that doesn't bother you?"
"I'm not sure about that," I replied.
Doug glanced at my crotch. I was hard. He smiled. "The guys are mostly country boys who like to have fun. No one puts on airs. We are friendly and laid back. There are no demands or requirements. You can sit back and watch or join in. It's up to you." Doug said.
I didn't have any intention of joining in, but somehow, I stripped and went to the pool. I am a big guy, bald, bearded and hairy. I though of my self as being sort of hairy, compared to Buster. Most of the West Bears weren't as hairy as I am, and most seemed to like my looks a lot. They were friendly and welcoming.
They weren't shy either. I am heavy, but not as heavy as many of the men, and my cock was bigger than most. A man named Rufus was sort of the leader of the pack and he took me aside. Rufus was tall, furry and almost thin. "Are you a new member?" he asked.
I shook my head. "I was just passing through."
"I guess you've figured out the lay of the land. I also guess this is much more intense than you are used to. You don't need to go with the flow. Don't do anything that you don't want to do. This party is for fun, and if it not good for you, don't do it. Don't worry we all understand."
"I don't really know," I mumbled.
"You don't need to be shy either. This group gave me first opportunity to get into real, heavy duty sex. I was shocked the first time I was here, but by the time I went home I was the happiest man in Virginia. I loved it. Naked men can't hide their feelings," he added as he looked at my erect cock. "I guess you are embarrassed, but you have nothing to be embarrassed about. You cock is in blue ribbon territory at the county fair, if you get my drift. You can make a lot of men happy if you are into it."
"Are you into it?" I asked.
Rufus smiled. "I sure as shit am!" he replied. Several men came over to us who Rufus introduced as Bill, Tom and Elton. Bill and Tom were big bears, Elton was what Rufus described as an otter. He was small, slim and hairy. I talked with them as Elton dropped to his knees and began to suck me.
"Being able to carry on a sensible conversation while a guy is sucking you is a useful skill here, "Tom said. "You might not think it, but it's an easy skill to acquire!"
"Elton likes big men and he's both skilled and accommodating," Bill added. Bill said he was a lumberjack who worked for the Park service. Bill was the mayor of a nearby village. Elton was the police, fire and rescue squad dispatcher. Rufus went off leaving me with the three men. We went to the pool. Bill and Tom were wearing swimming trunks, which they took off before getting in the water. I wasn't used to being naked in a group, so I was less nervous in the water.
Elton stayed near me and a man named Tobias joined us. Tobias was a police man and one of Elton's pals. "The word is out that you're sporting a beauty," he said. "Since you are "new meat" I came over in case you are threatened by a stampede."
I laughed, "I doubt that would be a problem. I'm an average guy," I replied.
"This is a bear group. You are tall and less that 250 pounds. That make you petite in this group. Your tool is flirting with a meaty 8 inches. Let's just say that contributes to your allure," Tobias said. "Now, Elton here is small, but he's a spark plug. He knows how to get the engines running for every man here."
"You make me sound like a slut!" Elton complained.
"You're 5% slut. 95% of the time Elton is a straight arrow who doesn't even tell a dirty joke. He works hard and fortunately for us he sure plays hard too," Tobias said. Tobias was an in shape middle-aged man. I was sitting on the edge of the pool. Tobias leaned over and sucked my cock. The three of us had a good time. Even though there were only a few lights and it was dark it seemed strange to be openly having sex.
I looked around and saw there was a lot of activity and 75 to 85% of it was sexual. In one of the brighter areas, Tom was in a sling with Rufus gently fucking him. I had never fucked with Buster. A big Black man came over to them. He tapped Rufus on the shoulder. Rufus pulled out of Tom and the Black man's cock refilled Tom's hole. Rufus and the Black man chatted. It seemed casual, but I could tell the Black man was working up to a climax.
Tobias stood up and we watched together. "It's pretty quiet for the first hour or so," he said. "Most of the men like to build up a nice head of steam. The fireworks begin later. Some men only have one shot, so they save up. Other guys can pop several times."
"I've never fucked guy," I whispered, "I've never been fucked either."
"I would guess 80% of the men here fuck. There area a few size queens too. If you connect with them, Christmas will come early," Tobias said. "For your information, my cock is long and thin. Guys tell me it's a good cock for first timers."
"Thank you for your offer," I said. "I'll keep that in mind."
Tobias leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, "Everyone here thinks they have a good cock for the first time. the only difference is the length of the fuse. I can go ten minutes before I pop. Rufus pops in five minutes; Elton can go for fifteen."
"You know the men well," I remarked. While had no intention of fucking or getting fucked, I thanked Tobias for the information. We got out of the pool and Tobias introduced me to his friends. They were varied but tended to be hairy and beefy. He explained that Otters were thin, hairy men and Chasers were smooth men who were into bears. None of them had movie star like good looks, unless you like pirate movies or westerns featuring guys a run-down saloon.
When that thought popped into my mind, I laughed to myself. I did like the stripped to the waist Pirate type. While they seemed to specialize in burying treasure, I suspected they knew how to have a good time with the all-male crew.
We reached Tom who was still in the sling. Looked as if he was lounging is a chaise lounge at the country club, except his ass was on view. His hole dribbled sperm. Tobias went to him and skipped his thin tool into the well-used hole.
Tom moaned and said, "Sometimes the oldies are goodies."
"Are you worn out?" Tobias asked.
"No, I'm feeling mellow," Tom replied. "I'm relaxed. Is my hole too relaxed to be good for you?"
Tobias laughed. "Tom, my new friends are Briscoe. He is new to the scene, an anal virgin. I'm afraid this may be too open and public for him."
Tobias had a gentle rhythm of thrusts. He would make two small thrusts, followed by deep poke. Tom obviously enjoyed it. His cock was rock hard. Watching them fuck was inspirational. I was just as hard as Tom.
Tobias pulled out and stood back. "Briscoe, do you want to give old Tommy a poke. He ripe and receptive. I had no intention of fucking Tom, so I was surprised when my cock slid into Tom's hole. My cock had a mind of its own and Tom's ass was magnetic.
I would have pulled out if it hadn't felt so good. I couldn't really think straight. His ass was tight and seemed to firmly grip my cock. It was hot and slippery sperm lubricated his fuck tunnel. His ass was open, tight and slippery. My cock could feel when it rubbed the good spots is his ass. "I'm going to cum I cried after a few minutes. I tried to pull away, but Tobias was behind me held me in. I unloaded in Tom's rear. Tom moaned as I shot off and seconds later he began to shoot off. It was as if my cock was reloading him as he spurted his creamy load.
It was over way too soon, and I couldn't understand exactly what had happened, but I knew it was good, or more correctly spectacular. The interlude wasn't over after all. When I pulled out, a scrawny, bearded hillbilly type dropped to his knees and sucked my still drooling cock. Somehow, when he held me to steady himself, one of his fingers touched my hole.
I was startled, but suddenly I was ejaculating again. The hillbilly acted as if he had discovered gold, eating every drop. I hadn't guessed I could shoot off again. When I stopped shooting the guy rose.
"I don't get the high test often," he said. "It's usually watery cock drool. This was a treat."
"Briscoe, this is Bobby-Joe. He's a nice guy, even though he looks like something the cat dragged in," Tobias said.
"Daddy always said that I am the reason most guys close their eyes when having sex," Bobby-Joe said. He thought that was funny, not an insult.
Another bearded, scrawny Hillbilly joined us. He was obviously related to Bobby-Joe. "Now Tobias, you know Bobby is the best-looking guy in our family. He also the friendliest. His brothers aren't the type you can take to meet company. They lack refinement," the man said.
"Briscoe this is Bobby-Joe's Uncle Newton. I think they are the only members of the clan who haven't spent time in jail," Tobias said. Newton looked ordinary except he was horse hung. I was drained, but I discovered I had a short recharge time mostly courtesy of Newton horse cock. Newton, Tobias, Elton and I got into it again.
I didn't know any of them, so it was pure sex, without any affection or strings attached. I discovered that enthusiasm and good attitude can make up for affection. I was excitedly eating Newton's cum directly from his spurting cock when I realized what I was doing. If I had first seen Newton on the street I would had steered clear of him. I also found out that once you like a man's cock, you soon get to like the rest of him. The party dissipated around ten, but I exchanged telephone numbers an e-mail addresses with Doug, Rufus, Bobby-Joe and Tom.
The rest the business trip was successful. When I got home and back to the office I was shocked to find my company had been sold to a larger firm from Baltimore. Three months later I was unemployed. I had been well paid, but the new company assigned my territory to the nephew of the new President. I would have been unhappy about that if I hadn't been paid for years of overtime and profit sharing. I decided to take it as a lump sum instead of installments. A year later the firm was bankrupt. For some reason the decision to fire the best sales people and replace them with relatives was not a success.
At about the same time, my father had a heart attack and died during this period, and my mother died three months later. This was a blow, but I was without attachments and obligations for the first time in my life. Buster was a help. He had lost his parents a few years earlier and was knew what to do with funeral arrangements and dealing with estates and lawyers.
Doug called me to tell me about other bear events. I told him about my situation and it was a bad time. He asked if I wanted to know about other events in the future and I said yes. He said he would continue to call me. He called once a month and his calls made for a break in this difficult part of my life.
After my parents died I had a call from Bobby-Joe's Uncle Newton. He told me his folks had died in an automobile accident a few years earlier. He had been close and dependent of them. "I thought life as I had known it was over. When I met Doug and his pals I realized it was the beginning of a different life," he said. "This may sound tacky, but finding new friends, some with benefits, filled some gaps in my life. Sex made life exciting again. You should come back for more of our parties."
"I seems too soon," I said.
"It is soon, but now is the time you need it. I don't want to brag, but Bobby-Joe and I can make you feel good. All the guys would like to help you out," Newton said.
"I suspected many of them were just interested in my cock," I said.
He laughed, "You sound like a pretty woman who avoids men because they are only interested in their beauty. You are a good-looking man's man. If your cock makes friends for you, take advantage of it."
I thought that was strange advice, but I got together with Buster to "clean out our pipes," and discovered I felt better. I also told him about my visit to the Ponderosa. I was afraid he would be mad at me messing with other men. He was interested and excited. We had a second session and he told my he would like to tag along on my next trip to the Ponderosa.
Two weeks later Buster and I were at the Ponderosa and met Bobby-Joe and his Uncle Newton at the restaurant. The Bear Club was meeting the next night, but Uncle Newton thought we might have a getting-to-know-you session the night before with some of his pals. The party was at Newton's hunting cabin a few miles away.
Two of Bobby-Joe's cousins, Willy and Doug were there with Uncle Caleb, who was Newton's neighbor and a man they called the Rev. He was a part time minister and the shop teacher at the school. Buster isn't a looker, but none of the men were exactly male models. They were the more rustic members of the club.
When I said that Buster looked like the missing link, I should have added he was a muscular and well-endowed missing link. Buster was a bit shy, but he didn't play hard to get. Bobby-Joes friends were out going and friendly. Their "letting off some steam" was the same as our "checking the pipes." At the cabin, all the men were naked, and it was as if we were thrown into the deep end of the pool. As soon as we were erect, being naked wasn't a problem.
I was with the Rev, a short, hairy, stocky man. He had big balls, but his cock was enshrouded in thick foreskin. He went for my cock and soon we were on the floor in the 69 position. I poked my tongue into the foreskin pucker. His cock head popped out oozing thick, sweet precum. He was a precum soda fountain. The ooze was an aphrodisiac and almost intoxicating. Doug, one of the cousins, joined me licking the drool. "Don't worry, there's enough for two," Doug said.
After a few minutes od sucking, Doug pulled away and said, "the Rev is a bit of a slut. Would you like me to get him really revved up?"
"I like doing what I am doing," I replied.
"Just keep on milking him. You're not in the way," Doug replied. He lifted the Rev's legs and shoved his cock deep into his ass, flooding my mouth with precum. With each thrust I licked up more precum. It took about five minutes for the Rev to shoot off. I took his load before we broke apart. I was surprised when Uncle Newton kissed me, and we shared the Rev's sperm.
I realized this was an orgy, but it seemed relaxed and friendly. Everyone was willing to give, take and share. We weren't just sharing sperm and precum, we shared the excitement of orgasms, or own and our partners. I could sense a man building up to a climax. I should have been embarrassing. Our most intimate and private emotions and sensations were public and shared by all. I loved it.