The Palatine Rest Stop 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
The Palatine Rest Stop is the only remaining building in Palatine, VA. Palatine was a miss-spelling of Palestine. The town was founded a hundred years earlier by a sect who wanted it to be New Palestine. The sect lasted until the men in the sect found out the prophet was fucking all their wives.
Forty years earlier there had been four buildings in the town, but that wasn't exactly a Golden Age. Palatine was a gas station and restaurant on Route 633 in Toliver County. Toliver County never had a golden age either. Whatever it had, vanished after they built the interstate and didn't have an interchange for the County.
If you made a wrong turn, were lost, or thought you liked forgotten, rustic roads, you might encounter the Rest Stop. It had two gas pumps and the restaurant could microwave frozen dinners. Some people were desperate enough to eat the dinners. My Uncle Thomas owned The Rest Stop. I was his nephew, Little Tommy. I was there because I had to leave my hometown due to a misunderstanding with the local police. It was easier to forget about me then prosecute me.
No one in my family talked about Uncle Thomas much. When I appeared at the Rest Stop, he put me to work at the gas pumps. He manned the microwave. He had a guy who took care of the Rest Stop from 5:00 to 8:00. There was a buzzer you could ring if you were stranded late at night. We always filled the tanks for desperate motorists. We didn't do credit cards at night because we turned off the swiper. We gave the motorist our address and told them to mail the payment. Often, we got checks for double or triple the cost of the gas.
Thomas lived in a cabin hidden from view behind the Rest Stop. It had electricity, water, and a wood stove. I got there in the early summer. I had been unaware that unairconditioned buildings existed in Virginia. I discovered he survived because there was a little pond a ways behind the cabin. He could swim in it to cool off. He went naked most of the time in the cabin during the summer.
Uncle Thomas was an unimpressive looking man. Mom told me never to call a person ugly, but he was flirting with ugly. When he was naked, you didn't notice his face much. I left my hometown because I discovered I liked playing with naked boys when I was fifteen. When I saw him naked, I immediately knew Uncle Thomas wasn't a boy. I didn't know cocks came as large as Thomas' dong. I assumed Uncle Thomas knew why I was there, but he never made a move. He wasn't into boys at all.
I had been there for a week or so, when I met his best pal, Scooter. Scooter was an old guy. He was maybe twenty of thirty years older than me. The pond was spring fed and cool. Scooter came by to cool off. I could tell he was interested in me. He seemed like a nice guy. He was a logger.
The second time Scooter visited I overheard him asking Thomas if I was off limits. I had a good idea what that meant. Thomas said I was a free agent, but it depended on if I was into it. I also guessed what it was.
Later we went to the pond to swim bare ass. Scooter mentioned I had a nice one.
"Thanks," I said. "Guys tell me it tastes better than it looks." That was like shooting the starting gun at a NASCAR race.
Guys had sucked me, but they were shy and timid. Scooter wasn't shy at all. I felt as if I had been in the peewee baseball league and was suddenly batting for the Yankees. I had been whistling Dixie, and Scooter was playing Beethoven's Fifth. He toyed with me. He would get me to the edge of shooting off and then he would let up. I would get in control again, then he would send me to the edge again. When I shot off, he ate every drop, and sucked me until I was drained.
I didn't know you could take a guy's load on purpose. I would have shot off again if there had been anything left in my balls. I was drained. He went to see my uncle. I watched Uncle Thomas fuck him for a half-hour until Thomas shot off. Afterwards Scooter looked like he was drained. Uncle Thomas went to the cabin. I went over to Scooter and sucked his limp cock. A few minutes later it was ready for action again.
"Are you ready to take some man juice?" he asked.
"Do I have to take it?" I asked.
"Nope, but I bet you want it so badly you will take it," he said. Scooter began to shoot and damn if he wasn't right. I wanted it bad.
Scooter said, "I need to warn you, I want to fuck your ass," he said. "I don't know when it will happen but it's going to happen."
"Do I get a choice in the matter?" I asked.
"You're going to want it bad by the time I get to fuck you," he said. "I'm just want you to get used to the idea."
Back at the cabin, Uncle Tomas had a good dinner ready when we got back. We talked as if nothing had happened at the pond. Scooter left and I went to sleep. I thought I would be awake all-night thinking about the day, but I was too tired.
The Rest Stop opened at 10:00 in the mornings on Sundays so we had a big breakfast. Uncle Thomas was talkative. "I have a lot of friends who drop by to talk and let off some steam," he said.
"Are they all like Scooter?" I asked.
"They all have the same interests," Thomas replied. "They are okay guys, but some aren't as talkative or gentle as Scooter. Some of them are big, big where it counts. It's hard for some of them to be gentle," he explained.
"Well Uncle Thomas, I didn't know anyone could be as good as Scooter. I didn't know you could feel that way."
He smiled. "When I was younger than you, one of my Daddy's pals showed me the ropes. I guess you could say I was ripe and ready. It's rough for some the guys when they first get into man sex. I had no problem at all," he said.
"You're huge," I said. "Did they take your cock?"
Uncle Tomas laughed. "As soon as they saw it, they knew it would be up their asses sometime," he said. "Rauley, my dad's pal told me I had the Taj Mahal of cocks. He wanted if even if it ripped him in half."
"Did it hurt him?" I asked
"Let's just say it was really filling," Uncle Thomas said with a smile. He didn't smile much unless he was hard.
I was twenty and thought I knew a lot about sex between men. Uncle Thomas knew a lot more as did all his friends. Two or three months later I knew most of his friends.
Thomas' pals didn't fit a pattern, other than they were nice guys. A couple were teachers, forest rangers and farmers. Some worked construction or logging. There were a couple of traveling salesmen and a few preachers. They rarely talked shop, and I knew them only by their first names.
They seemed relaxed and easy going. Uncle Thomas was laid back. It was also due to the location. Almost no one knew about the Rest Stop in Palatine and even fewer knew about the cabin or the pond. Secluded and private was good for the men.
One or two guys might show up every few days. Sunday was busy since many of the guys' wives and children were at church. Preachers tended to come by on Monday, since they often had that day off.
I was young, and some of the men liked that. All the men were careful, since no one wanted to offend Uncle Thomas. He could get mad. Thomas knew that I shared a family trait. Were tended to be horny a lot.
We had old fashioned gas station equipment, so we had to pump it. A guy would drive up. I would fill his tank, and glance at Uncle Thomas. He would wink if the guy was a pal. If Uncle Thomas wanted to play with the guy, would take a cigarette break and they would go to the cabin.
Sometimes they would chat, and Thomas let the guy know I was interested. If the guy was interested, I would take the man to the Cabin. All were interested. One of the first guys I met was Donald O'Donald
He had bright red hair and was thirty-five or so. He was average height and a bit overweight. He was a fur ball, a ginger-bear.
At the cabin, I asked him if Thomas had mentioned I was playful. He nodded and a minute or two later we were naked in my bedroom. Donald loved my cock. His cock looked small when he stripped. He was uncut and his balls looked bigger than his knob. When I sucked him, it grew to full size and his cock head seemed to be unusually sensitive.
He began moaning that it was too much. I was a young guy, but I knew that wasn't true, so I kept on sucking. A few minutes later he shot off and I took his load. I had a pal at school who pointed out that if you took the load, there was no sticky cum for anyone to find. Donald shot a big load that tasted good. He said he was sorry, got dressed and left.
He came by a week later and went to the cabin with Uncle Thomas. That night Thomas told me that no one had ever taken Donald's load from his cock before. He was afraid I had been sickened by his orgasm. "I was kind of thinking that you didn't have a problem with his man seed?" Thomas observed.
"To tell you the truth, his was better than the loads I've taken before," I said. "I almost had to swallow."
Thomas smiled. "I usually like the sauce too," he said. "I like it thick and creamy, not watery. Do you take it up the ass?"
"Only once," I said. "It was okay. I think it would have been better if the guy who did me knew what he was doing. I've never fucked a guy."
"Would you have a problem if I mentioned that to a few of my pals?" I asked.
"If they are nice guys, I wouldn't mind," I said.
A day later I went to the nearest town to get more frozen food for the microwave. The town had a single traffic light that turned red when I reached it. It was next to St. Mary's Catholic Church. The sign listed Donald O'Donald as the pastor.
The next time he came by the Rest Stop, we went to the cabin. He apologized and told me he had never felt anything as good as when I sucked him and took his load. I told him it had been good for me. I asked him if he was fully loaded. He nodded, and a few minutes later we were naked in the bedroom. This time, we sixty nined. It was a first for him and he loved it. Even better, we shot off within seconds of each other. He had another massive orgasm and seemed desperate to take my load. He got every spurt, and then took the post orgasm drool.
I rotated to the face-to-face position and kissed him. When he realized his sperm was still in my mouth his cock squirted a little. We talked afterwards. Donald thought you sucked a man, or he sucked you. He didn't seem to realize it was a shared activity. We both shared the pleasure and enjoyment. He went home with a lot to think about.
A few days later Uncle Thomas told me a pal of his was coming by and I might like to meet him. he said I would like him.
The guy's name was Gary DeMarco. He was the owner and cook in an Italian restaurant. His full name was Garibaldi DeMarco. He was a cheerful top, and he came with his nephew also called Gary. The family owned a small chain of restaurants in the area. They were referred to as old Gary and young Gary. Old Gary told me he was training young Gary as a chef. Young Gary was a little older than me.
The plan was for Uncle Thomas to show young Gary the ropes of gay sex as old Gary helped me. Young Gary was experienced sexually, but it was the wrong sort of experience. He had met a guy who was into SMBD. Old Gary's sex interests involved fucking. He was to introduce me to the anal arts.
Both men were stocky, muscular, and hairy. Old Gary's face wore a perpetual smile. Young Gary was better looking, but smiles were not easy for him.
It turned out that Thomas was very much not young Gary's cup of tea. He like young, slightly vulnerable men. The gay god shown his light on young Gary. While Thomas wasn't his type, he possessed eight inches of Gary's type. Thomas tended to look moody, and Gary like that too.
Old Gary wasn't my type either, but once you had been with him for five minutes, you were pals. He was a roly-poly, hairball of Italian exuberance. He was funny, cheerful, and wanted to please. I knew he was here to introduce me to fucking. After fifteen minutes of sex play, my cock and my ass were ready for new experiences.
Old Gary had a trick to open my ass. His cock was average and thin. He lubricated it, went to my ass, and slowly pushed it into me. It was good and unexpectedly easy for me to take.
Five minutes later, it seemed thicker and longer. It was deep in me. Gary's cock needed the tight confines of an ass to get to full size. It seemed bigger because it was bigger. My ass was stretched to its limit. The thickest parts were just inside my sphincter, massaging my prostate, and I was on the way to heaven. Gary like to see how long he could fuck before he shot off. I could hardly breathe.
He asked me if I wanted him to pull out. A voice I hardly recognized croaked, "Shit no!" I have no idea how long he fucked me. He finally shot off and slowly pulled out. He slipped two fingers into my ass and began to suck my cock. I didn't know how long he sucked me, but I finally shot of into his greedy mouth.
In the other bedroom young Gary was desperate to get Thomas' cock into his ass. Thomas took his time before his knob penetrated Gary's ass, and moved towards the sphincter. It took a while, but young Gary was glowing with pleasure when he left with old Gary. They were two happy men.
After they left Thomas asked if old Gary had been good. "He is a careful man; I know he tried not to hurt."
I thought there would be more drama. "It was better than I thought it would be.," I said. "When you state it baldly, a guy you barely know shoves his cock in your behind and pounds until he shoots off doesn't sound too good. It was exciting once he got in. I wondered if I would feel him shooting off."
"Did you feel him shoot?" Thomas asked.
"I sure did. I could sense him getting more and more excited until he popped," I said. "I though it would feel that he was just dumping his cock scum in my behind. It actually felt that he was leaving a thank you present as deep as he could go. After he pulled out, he sucked me and ate my special brew." I paused briefly. "Is it always that good?"
Gary "Not always, but I pick my friends carefully. I have a suspicion you are as horny as they are. If you are a top, it's good to keep the bottom happy."
"How was it for young Gary?" I asked.
"I think he did fine," Thomas replied. "He moaned a lot when I shot off in him. That's a good sign."
"Do you think he will come back," I asked.
Thomas smiled. "I am sure he will. I would be shocked if he didn't."
"Would you like to fuck me?" I asked.
"Well, I know you are not little Tommy anymore. I want you to have more experience before I get to tickle your prostate," he said.
"Would many of your friends like to fuck me?' I asked.
Uncle Thomas laughed. "I could guess all the guys would like fuck you. I think your chance of liking it is good." I laughed and them went to bed.
The next Friday young Gary came by at five. He was with another guy. He said he would like to talk. Five was when our night guy took over, so we went to the cabin. His friend was Jonah, and he was about Gary's age. Jonah looked uneasy. It was hot so we went to the pond.
Jonah was Garry's high school friend. He was gay and from a very religious family. They kicked him out and he got involved with Gary's bondage and sadist "friends." He got away from them and now was working at old Gary's restaurant. He needed some friends. Jonah was muscular, but pale and bruised. We stripped and jumped in the pond. Jonah was a good swimmer, and he enjoyed the water.
Uncle Thomas joined us in the water. He was a good swimmer too. He and Jonah had informal races. Jonah was relaxed when he came out of the water. Jonah had no poker face, and he clearly like the selection of cocks surrounding him. Thomas left to get dinner under way.
I was surprised when Donald appeared. He was coming home from an out-of-town meeting. We were naked, so he joined us. We were semi-erect. By the time Donald was naked he was fully erect. It turns out that naked erect men don't need to discuss what to do next. Donald leaned over to suck Jonah. I sucked Garry. It was nice to meet you, let's get acquainted sex.
Jonah asked if he could suck Donald. Donald said yes but suggested the sixty-nine position. "I'm afraid I'll shoot off if we do that," Jonah whispered.
"I was hoping you would do that," Donald replied. "Your balls are beautiful. I'd love to drain them." They sixty-nined. Jonah shot off a few minutes later. It was a huge orgasm.
Donald asked Jonah if he had been saving up. Jonah smiled and said he often shot off that way. I don't know if Donald was a calculating man, but that was the perfect thing to say to an uneasy gay man.
Garry and I had a double header. We shot off seconds apart. It seemed to me that his cock was larger than I remembered it.