The Old Cockerel Inn 3 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 or bldhrymn@aol.com
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The party for my Uncle was to start at four, but men began to arrive earlier. Jock, Buddy and Lance stayed near me to make introductions. Elliot told Jock the liked wakes, but he thought you could improve them by including sex. "It would be nice if everyone could shoot a load to me!" was the way he described it according to Jock. It was unorthodox, but it sure sounded like Uncle Elliott.
One of the first to arrive was a stocky man they called the Rev. He was a Methodist minister. That surprised me, but I soon realized he was a member of the fraternity in good standing. I was at the pool wearing a Speedo. He was naked and he clearly was comfortable being both naked and semi-erect.
"Elliot was a friend. I always hoped he would get control of his drinking problem, but I knew in my heart that wasn't going to happen," the Rev said. "He was one of the few men I have met who didn't have a mean bone in his body."
"He was always good to me," I said.
"He was good to everyone," the Rev replied. "Some tried to take advantage of him, but Elliott had friends who were protective of him."
"Would that be Grenville?" I asked.
"I would guess Grenville was second in line after Jock. If Jock couldn't handle a situation, he would call in Grenville. Cops and Firemen liked Elliott. They needed a place to relax and let off steam," the Rev explained.
"I assume Elliott liked them too?" I asked.
The Rev smiled. "Let's just say Elliott gave them a lot of personal attention. Elliott was always in the mood. He was ready, willing and able to help a man in sexual need," he explained. "A number of down on their luck men stayed here. The sex was good for them too. He loved a mouthful of sperm and a cock in his ass. He made them feel like real men, desirable men. He enjoyed it and they loved it."
"Did you enjoy it too?" I asked.
"Elliott was the first man I ever fucked," the Rev replied. "I did not know anything to feel that good. He loved it too. Quite frankly, I wasn't too sure anyone liked to be fucked. My wife loved children but disliked sex. Virgin birth was right up her alley. It wasn't just that I enjoyed fucking Elliott, he enjoyed it."
"Sex is easy to enjoy," I remarked.
"After many years, I am not so sure," the Rev, mused. "There are so many hang-ups, myths, lies and misconceptions, it is difficult for many people to deal with sex and the pleasure involved. Is pleasure a snare put in place by the devil to lead us from the right path? That is the way some people see it."
"I see the Rev is preaching to the Choir again," a man I did not know said. "I assume you are Elliott's nephew and heir. I am TJ, and old friend of your Uncle." We shook hands.
TJ may have been an old friend, but he was not that old. I would guess he was in his early forties. He was muscular and tanned. He was a pharmacist, but obviously spent a good bit of time in a gym.
"No one in this group needs to be taught the value and virtues of sexual activity," he continued. "I admit I was unsure until I encountered this group of men. Your Uncle had good taste in men."
"The men I have met seem to be greatly varied," I said. "He didn't seem to have a type."
"I think TJ and I are quite similar physically," the Rev said. TJ laughed. The Rev was paunchy, pale and hairy. TJ was tanned, toned and fit.
"You Uncle liked friendly and affable nice guys. All are open minded and available. All of us have a high sex drive. Some might even say we are over sexed," TJ said. "If over sexed means we like sex a lot, that is true. No one here has the negative aspects sometimes associated with being sexually driven. I think of myself as a laid back sex maniac."
"There is no need to be overly aggressive in seeking out a playmate here. Everyone is with the program and most are more than willing," the Rev said. "There is no need to stalk someone or plot some way to bed them. If you ask there is a good chance you will be exchanging man seed soon enough."
"Let me warn you, the Rev has an interest in man seed," TJ said. "He also is skilled at harvesting cock caviar." More men arrived and I was soon talking to most of them.
At first, there was mostly conversation and some fondling and feeling out. Over the course of an hour, the ratio between conversation and sex changed from 80% talk and 20% feel to 20% talk and 80% sex.
I did not know most of the guests but Jock, Buddy and Lance made the introductions. Lance tended to give a brief sexual profile of each man. I would guess fifty or sixty men came by during the course of the party. I had often had a difficult time getting to know men. I am not skilled socially and it was hard for me to make the jump from conversation to sex. I did not know how to do it gracefully.
Everyone started nearly naked and soon were naked and in some stage of erection. That simplified the process. Everyone knew who I was and they all were both cordial and pleasant. They had all known and liked Elliott and knew that I was the new owner of the Inn.
At the time, I thought they were being nice to me because of my new role as the owner. Later on, I discovered that was the way they were. I was also young and what they called new meat. Everyone wanted to sample new meat.
That could have been a problem, but Jock and Buddy ran a tight ship. They made sure I was not trampled or over used.
There were several full-blooded Queens and flaming faggots, but most were pretty ordinary men. I expected some queens, but I did not expect the number of troopers and policemen in the group. They outnumbered the noticeably effeminate group.
I spent much of the first part of the party talking about my Uncle and the Inn with his friends. I thought it was a club. For most of the men, it was an oasis. It was a place when they could be themselves and relax. In some ways, it was a topsy-turvy place. You were more likely to fondle a man's basket than shake hands. Sucking and fucking were perfectly acceptable and indeed encouraged. It was a safe place to enjoy each other.
All of them liked Elliott, but they knew his problem. Enough of them had tried to help him for them to know there was nothing they could have done. They were sorry he died but no one was surprised. The second half of the party was mostly a sexual romp. Buddy described it as a wake with benefits. That was odd, but Elliott would have loved it. A party for Elliott without sex would be like a celebration for Mozart without music.
Once all the introductions were made Jock and Buddy went off leaving me to fend for myself. That was a welcome relief. I did not think I needed a Chaperone. Lance had given me the run down on all the men, but he gave me too much information. It was a safe bet that everyone liked sex and all liked to either suck or fuck. A majority liked it all. He had also described their cocks in an erect state. By this point, everyone was ether erect or semi erect. They was no mystery there.
Grenville came over to me and introduced me to his boss, Captain Brown, and a guy named Reggie who was the head of the volunteer fire department. I wondered if they were selected based on cock size. We talked a little then Grenville left. I think the men wanted to meet me.
Captain Brown said he needed to shower. He had come directly from work. The three of use went to the showers. Reggie got down to business right away.
"Are you by any chance into big ones?" he asked. I must have looked puzzled. "Big cocks," he explained.
I smiled. "I sure like to look at them, but I don't have that much experience with them."
"Ever taken a big one in the ass?" Brown asked.
"I take it you are offering me the opportunity?" I said.
"If you are into it, it is an opportunity. If you are not, it is just small talk," Reggie said. "I was all top until Brownie here introduced me to the bottom. It was much more than I expected."
"More size or more pleasure?" I asked.
"I wasn't too sure about it at first, but I came back for more," Reggie said. "The second time he fucked me we found the groove. It has been good ever since. We are both tops. I realized if Brownie was going to be satisfied, he needed a willing ass. I decided I would rather have it be in my ass than another guy's hole. As long as he liked it, it was fine even if it was only okay for me. It is a lot more than okay now."
"I take it that you aren't worried about the other guy anymore?" I said.
"Reggie had never seen me in action until we had a threesome," Brownie said. "Let's just say he like the view. We all had a good time."
"Brownie forgot to mention one thing. He likes sloppy seconds," Reggie said with a smile. "Elliott liked us and took us willingly. Grenville told us you had his ass." We were all close together in a corner of the shower and we were all erect. Reggie was a cut, thick seven and a half; Brownie was a thicker uncut, eight plus.
I was not too sure about the whole thing, but my cock had different ideas. It was hard to say that I was not interested when my cock was hard as a rock and precum was drooling from my slit. We went to locker room. Reggie lay back in a bench and I sat on his cock.
The good news is that I had no problem taking his organ. It was a good fit. The bad news is that I like it. I liked it a lot and I let everyone know. I had hoped to maintain a sense of aloofness and a little mystery as to my sexual likes and preferences. Everyone at the Inn soon knew that was a bottom slut like my Uncle.
I my defense, I had no idea I would like it as much as I did. Reggie's cock caught me off guard. I had taken a few cocks and it had been fine. Reggie's organ blew me away. It was big and it hit new spots I did not know existed. It went so deep I had the illusion he was fucking my brain. My entire body responded to him.
I got up to take a breather and we went the lounge. We had an audience in the locker room. They followed us to the lounge. I was on a large, ottoman like bench. Reggie lifted and spread my legs and when in deep. He was not a crude fucker. He was what I would describe as a man with a mission.
He later told me that he wanted to shoot off and lubricate my fuck tunnel for Brownie. "I know taking me is real intense for most men," he said. "I do like to work a guy over, but not so much that he can't appreciated Brownie. It a one, two punch. I warn you up; he goes in for the knockout."
That well described what happened. Reggie shot off, filled my ass with his man seed, and then Brownie went in. I think that if Reggie had not opened me up and stretched my hole, I never could have taken it. I did and it was worth it. Brownie was an aggressive fucker, but he wasn't crazy. He wanted to be as energetic as possible without causing damage. I think
Brownie found some new spots that Reggie missed. At some point he stopped fucking my ass and was fucking my entire body. The pleasure was so intense it almost hurt, but it never slipped into pain. Everything responded to his thrusts. When Brownie shot off, it was like a fire hose shooting in my rectum. I shot off at the same time, but it seemed to be just a part of his orgasm.
We finally broke up. I did not know how the men would react to the fuck session. They did not react at all. I thought I was being trashy and slutty. Everyone else regarded it as normal. I was mostly a spectator for the rest of the day. Being mostly a spectator still meant that I had more sexual connections than I had in the previous two or three years. I slept very well that night.
The next day was quiet. I assumed this was the normal pattern at the Inn. There were only ten guests in the morning. They were older men who came to chat with friends. Lunch was a draw and there were perhaps twenty or twenty-five men. Greg's food was good. He cooked it at his kitchen and trucked in, so I had little hope for it. Everything was tasty and enjoyable. He had a knack for finding meals that were good cold, or reheated. As an all-male establishment, the portions were satisfactorily generous.
His server, Theo, was friendly and the men liked him. He was very good on the grill. He knew just the right time to flip a stake or to take it off. Greg had a special herbal seasoning that was good too. Theo was Greek and a member of the fraternity, although he was discreet. Once and a while a guest thought that sex was a part of his job description. Jock cleared up that misunderstanding quickly.
Theo was 45-year-old of average height, furry, but clean-shaven. He said his dad was Greek and his mother Armenian. That doubled the hairy body genes. He lived forty miles away, so he often stayed at the Inn between lunch and dinner. He stopped serving lunch at 2:00 and the dinner food arrived at 5:00. He sometimes went shopping and did chores between meals during the gap, but he usually stayed at the Inn two or three day a week.
Theo got along well with Jeff and Robin. Greg insisted on high hygienic standards. Food contamination and even food poisoning are problems in any catering business. Theo was obsessive about cleaning. Jeff and Robin like that, since there was no extra work for them generated by the food service.
Theo always dressed as a chef, with the hat and a white tee shirt. I had joked he was overdressed. He told me he dressed for hygiene, and that no one wanted a curly chest hair in the soup. One of our regular guests was a state health inspector, Sean. At first, I assumed Theo's concerns were related to the potential that the inspector would find something wrong. I was wrong about that, Theo was always careful.
During the week, there was often a slow period around 2:30 to 3:30. The lunchtime snack and a quickie group had left and going home from work early group had not arrived. I found Jeff, Robin and Theo in the pool relaxing. When Theo got out, I saw him in his full gorilla suit grandeur. Jeff, Robin and I all liked the view. I had thought Theo was quiet and shy, but he liked the admiring glances. Many would have found the gorilla suit objectionable.
I found masculine men attractive and liked a hairy chest. I had not realized how much a hairy man turned me on. Theo knew. He later told me that while his hairy body turned off some people, there was a group that found it attractive. That group included both women and men. Theo said he preferred men. "Men don't get pregnant," he commented.
I went to the showers after the swim. Theo and Jeff joined me. I knew the Jeff and Theo got along well, but I had not known just how well.
"Theo is a top and is looking for a ride," Jeff whispered as I went to the showers. "I was going to volunteer you to help him out, but I thought I'd ask first." I did not react. "He has a nice one," Jeff added.
I didn't exactly say yes, but did get hard thinking about it. That was evident in the shower. Jeff and Theo were hard too. Then I dropped the soap. Theo interpreted that as a sign. A minute later Theo was in my ass, and Jeff was sucking me.
After a short while, we left the showers, and went to my bedroom. Jeff and I sixty-nined as Theo eased his cock into me. I soon realized this arrangement excited Jeff greatly. As Theo pushed deeper, Jeff's precum flow increased. When Theo pulled out it decreased, only to increase again as the made a hard thrust.
I reacted both to Theo's cock and to Jeff's reaction to my reaction to that cock. It was a threesome, but we were have a single sexual connection.
"Damn, you are tighter than your Uncle," Theo said. I assumed that was a compliment. It was good, but became better when Jeff began to drain his balls into my mouth.
It was not just the sex, although calling it just sex was understating the intensity and pleasure. I understood Jeff's relationship to Theo. It was deeper than I thought. While they were using me for their own sexual passion, I was flattered and excited. I suddenly felt my juices rising, and I began to ejaculate. Jeff's orgasms had completed, but as he gobbled up my sperm, he began to ejaculate again.
My twitches were enough to pull Theo's trigger. For a brief moment, all three of us climaxed. Everything that could spurt was spurting. It was lovely. Theo had to get back to work. He dressed as left. Jeff and I rested.
Ten minutes later, he was hard again. We shifted and he eased it into my cum-filled ass. That was good too. He became very excited. I knew that sharing my ass with Theo was a turn on, and that the layer of Theo's sperm that separated his cock from my rectum made it even better for him. Jeff and I both enjoyed it.
Jeff went back to work and I took a nap. When I woke, the guests were arriving after work. It was a busy night. I was beginning to know many of the regulars and most to them knew me by sight. They were happy the Inn remained open. As an Inn and club, one might think it would be snobbish or elite. That was not the case. The club's true nature had to remain secret and it was hard to brag about being a member of a gay sex club. No one put their membership in the Old Cockrell Inn on their resume.
My Uncle was sexually driven and most of his friends were sexually driven too. He regarded sadomasochism as perverse. He thought sex was too pleasurable to mix it with pain. He tended to like rather average, laidback, pleasant men. There were a number of handsome and good-looking men at the Inn, but they did not seem to act as if they knew that. Elliott had a low tolerance for pretentious men, and no tolerance for rude people.
"Just because you like young, muscular stud muffins, doesn't mean you can be nasty to older men," he said. Elliott did not like demanding or overbearing men. Of course, they were some men like that who visited the Inn. They altered their ways. If a man liked regular and plentiful sex, he soon learned to adjust his attitudes.
I talked with Jock about my experience with Jeff, Robin and Theo. I was worried that fraternizing with the staff might be a problem. He did not think so. "Everyone here likes sex. In most places sex is rare and having a sexual relationship with the boss is a big deal," he explained. "Here sex just part of every day's activities. It not special or exceptional."