The Rialto Theater Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, 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.
Ruffus Reading was a real estate developer of theaters. His primary focus was on suburban multiplexes. He also had a recreational sideline on buying old cinemas and opera houses and auditoriums in smaller cities. He converted these into halls for rock concerts. These were much more economical than the big city monster halls. Many of the bands were on the way up to great popularity and they were successful.
The former Rialto in East Abany was a successful as a Rock venue. It was in an abandoned industrial area, and the theater property included a "tail" to the rear. The tail was built as a hotel for the actors who performed in the theater. When the Rialto was built a play might run a week. The hotel failed since modern shows rarely did more than two performances. The old hotel became a hostel-health club and sauna. This too failed, and it became a private men's health club.
I am Carl Robertson, an assistant manager. I often accompanied Rufus when he visited the club. Rufus and I shared a common sexual interest. I had worked for him for a year and the sparkle was off the relationship. I would either be promoted or fired.
A single, modest door marked as the Club. It was all but invisible from the street. Rufus met the proprietors, Micky, and Donny. Touring the building, Rufus noted there were limited spaces for exercise, but generous showers, steam room and sauna spaces. Rufus thought this was attractive as were Micky and Donny. Both men were wearing just a towel. They gave Rufus's a prostate massage, as Donny sampled Rufus's sperm for freshness. The club was unknown except for men who had what Micky called special needs. That referred to some special need young men as well as several older retired men who were regulars. The special need was for near constant genital stimulation. The regulars needed both oral and anal activity.
Donny told Rufus members were all nude and receptive. It was not a gay club, but its members enjoyed sex with other men. All sex was public and usually involved fluid exchange. The members experienced post orgasm exhaustion and it was acceptable for other men to share a man's post orgasmic drool. Several men were quite excited by the drool from a well-used ass. If you asked politely, you could ask if the bottom wanted "one for the road."
A club for straight men who enjoyed gay sex might strike some as a contradiction in terms. Rufus found it most attractive. He didn't think he was gay, but he enjoyed himself. Once you have spent a half hour massaging a man's ass with your cock, he can claim to be anything he want to be.
When I first visited the club, I thought politeness might eliminate spontaneous activities. It seemed to increase the comfort level of sexual encounters. What the sex lacked in spontaneity; it gained in purpose. None of the members were kissy-kissy. Most of the men made up for this lack because they were quite sincere about draining their balls.
Micky and Donny were afraid Rufus would close the club. Rufus said he liked it. Rufus was quite reserved. To say he liked it was as enthusiastic as he ever got.
Most of the members were well off, successful businessmen, others were in their twenties, and some were middle aged laborers. Some had injuries or were retired. I believed that gay men were delicate and flamboyant types. I discovered ordinary guys enjoyed man sex too. There was no difference in the sexual interest and preferences between wealthy men and laborers. All ejaculations are created equal.
I became a division manager. Rufus placed me in charge of his upstate venues. East Albany was close to being central to his northern properties. They focused on Lake Champlain, Lake Placid and the Catskills. It included his largest theater in Syracuse. That was an easy drive on the turnpike.
Four months later I was visiting the club after a long day in Syracuse. The place was almost empty except for Mick and Donny, and two men, Steve and Buck. Steve was young painter. Officially he was self-employed, but he mostly worked for us. He specialized ornamental painting. He could ether do touchup work, or recreate missing parts of a theater's decorative design. Buck had worked for us as a carpenter. He fell off a scaffold, was seriously injured and could barely walk. He was crippled, but he lived at the club for free. Rufus had a favorite uncle who had been injured, and he was sympathetic to handicapped men.
Steve was handsome, friendly, and accommodating. I hoped for a pleasant interlude with him. Buck hobbled past me on his crutches. He slipped and I caught him. Somehow, I had an up close, and personal encounter with his cock.
Buck was a beefy, hairy man. Once and a while my mother referred to a man as being, "not conventionally handsome," In my mind as kid that translated as being ugly, but a nice guy. Buck was not conventionally handsome, but he was horse-hung. I think of myself as being a straight man who likes playing with other men's cocks. I didn't realize I was a size queen.
I knew his legs had been damaged, so I carried him to a bench were he could catch his breath. I do not know how my lips became wrapped around his cock nor how my tongue got into his foreskin. It was caressing his cock head. All was confused until I tasted generous globs of precum oozing from his wide slit.
Buck was moaning in obvious pleasure. I continued sucking and the flow of precum increased. "I want to take your load," I managed to say. I quickly returned to his oozing cock. Seconds later his sperm flooded my mouth.
I usually take cum as either an expression of sincerity, or a desire to keep things neat. My Mom didn't like messes and I was a good child. I knew that she hadn't considered her view of neatness included taking the sperm of a gay lover, but I still worried about making a mess.
For the first time I wasn't just being neat. I was sucking a man's sperm and loving it. I was taking this battered man's sex juices as a trip to heaven. Even stranger, I was hoping that he was enjoying his orgasm as much as I was.
I later found out that no one had taken Buck's load before, and Buck was afraid I would be insulted or offended. We broke apart.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I sure am! Is there any more man seed in your balls," I asked. Seconds later his cock was back in my ass and all was well. He had a second round of ejaculations. I was moaning in pleasure.
Micky and Donny came over to untangle us. They were afraid I might hurt Buck accidentally. All was well. All was more than well with me.
My ass wasn't not virgin, but nothing approached the intensity of Buck's orgasms. I could feel every volley explode into me. I was shocked and pleased. When we broke apart, Micky raised my legs to expose my hole.
"It looks fine," Micky said "There is no damage. A few seconds later he spread my legs wider, and his tongue explored my ass. He seemed to like that a lot.
Donny took Buck to his bedroom to rest. I got dressed and whet to my apartment. I had the next day off. Rufus had all our theaters booked for concerts on weekends. We had a day off midweek.
I went to the club and went to Buck's room. The door was ajar. I looked in and asked Buck if he was okay. He said yes, all was well and then asked how I was. I said all was well.
"You were really tight, a lot tighter than a cunt," he said. "Did it hurt?"
"Not at all, it was exciting," I said. "It was beautiful when you were squirting."
He was silent for a while. "I liked it too. I've never shot off in a guy's behind," he said, "I liked it a lot. My cock liked it even more."
I am normally careful and reserved. "Have your balls refilled?" I asked.
Buck looked at me for a moment. "They have. They are feeling kind of heavy." He said.
"I can help you with that," I said.
I'm not gay, but . . ." he said,
"Somehow I have a feeling that your cock likes a good time," I said.
Buck laughed. "You may have a point," he said. "I have jerked off since I was a teenager. I always had a problem cleaning up the mess."
"I can solve that problem for you," I said. "I can take the main attraction, but I can take the later drips and drools too."
"That's good for me too," Buck said. He smiled. "I'm pretty sure I would like that."
For most men an orgasm can only be so bad. Buck was no different. Fifteen minutes later he filled my mouth with sperm. I continued to suck. Buck had three or four single shot ejaculations as he completely drained his balls. I had an appointment and left after he fell asleep.
Buck was gone for a few weeks to a hospital where they were doing additional corrective surgery on his legs. He said they were trying to reduce the pain and get him walking. I told him I would visit him. He told me that wasn't necessary. He needed to focus on the therapy. "I have a feeling fucking a hot ass isn't a part of their plans for me.
I went to check on our venue on Lake Champlain. A windstorm had damaged the roof. I found a roofer in Burlington to make the repairs. I was back in East Albany a day later.
I went to the club and talked with Donny. "Buck told me you hit it off with him. He is a happy man," Donny said. "He has not been happy in a while."
"I am a happy man too," I replied.
"Are you serious about him?" Donny asked. "He's been through a lot."
I smiled and said, "Are you worried I am trifling with his affections? I have no plans, but if it turns into something more, I would like that."
"I may sound like a Victorian father protecting his child from a heartless rake, but Buck is an old friend."
"I like sex, but sex is a shared activity. I like shared relationships," I said.
Donny leaned close to me. "Did his cock feel good up your ass?" he asked in a whisper. "Could you feel him squirting? That has never done much for me."
"I both like sex with men and I like a cock up my ass. It's even better when my play mate loses it and shoots his load into me. Men don't get pregnant, but we know what it means when we take a guy's sperm." I said. "It's great when we trade the special seed."
I went to the steam room and talked to several of the older men. One man, Johnny, knew the Rialto theater when it showed first run movies in the 1950s. What is now the Club was an inexpensive hotel for men. The rooms only had half baths, and there was a group shower serving each floor. When it had served theatrical troops, men were on the top floor women on the second. The women had stalls with curtains. The men's floor shower was open with no stalls or curtains.
By 1960 there were only men patronizing the hotel. There was a desk clerk and a janitor called Old Tim. The Janitor was gay and open minded if there was no pain, no sperm on the floor and no one got carried away. Eventually there was some fondling and sucking. That evolved into some fucking, but there was no drama or begging for more. Old Tim liked taking cum. He had a sense when the bottom was ready to pop, so Tim might take the load. Donny was Old Tim's grandson. The Club offered more privacy than the old hotel, but it was free and easy.
The Club was a place to exercise combined with a social men's club, and a gay sex cub. You could exercise a little, chat and talk to friends, but most of all you could suck and fuck with pals. Sex was relaxed and comfortable. There were little groups of old friends, but if you were erect, you were often invited to join in. Donny and Micky had a rule. There were to be no slippery spots on the tile floor.
Malcom Miller, a retired pharmacist, and his pal John Smith were in the showers. Malcomb's wife had died two years earlier, they had been buddies for years and were now able to be open. Smith knew how to coax the last drips of cum from a relaxed cock. Malcom used his tongue to salvage the remains of an orgasm from the ass. Young men liked that since they didn't want a girlfriend or wife to find sperm stains on their underwear. There were private rooms, but most of the regulars liked an audience. There were several doctors and nurses who were members of the club who provided testing and informally observed the genital health.
There was a second group of men who used the Club's facilities, the North Aurora Volunteer Fire Department. The city boundary was one block away and we were in the county. The Station house was a block away. It was built in 1897 and was on the National Register. It had toilets but no showers.
I was at the club when three of their men came in after dousing small fire in an abandoned building. The building housed chemicals. No one knew exactly what chemicals burned, but they needed to get if off their bodies. I knew the head of the group, Tony DeMarco. He was a chef who joined after they saved his restaurant. He often catered for some of our events. Rufus loaned him money for the repairs. Tony and I got along well. Very well.
As he showered, Tony got close to me. "I told the guys, Henry and Sam, that I know you well," Tony said.
"Do they know exactly how well you know me?" I asked. Tony nodded his head.
"Do they want to play a little?" I asked. Tony nodded again.
"All of you are interested?" I asked in a whisper.
"Are three guys too much?" Tony asked.
"I'm embarrassed to tell you this." I said, "But I am willing to find out if it's too much.
Tony burst out laughing. He leaned close to me. "The big guy, Sam, has never played prostate tag before. Henry is new to the scene, but he is into it. He's new but he's a good man. He hasn't topped either. If they like it. I might open my love canal for recreational use."
We went over to where Sam and Henry were showering. "I just talked with Carl, and he has an itch up his ass that needs some attention. Do you guys have any soothing cream that could help him?" It wasn't a subtle approach. It became less subtle when Tony fondled their balls.
"I've got some homemade cream that night help," Sam said. "How deep is the itch?"
"As deep as you can go," I said, I rarely play hard to get.
I was soon on my back on a bench with my legs in the air spread wide. Sam moaned in pleasure. Several men came over to watch and give advice. All was well. Soon Tony and Henry took turns. They all shot off, showered, and went home. They were relaxed and ready to sleep.
A tall, thin man came over to me. He had been watching.
"I'm Teddy. I am the town fag. I am the only man here who admits he is a fag. I am a Florist-wedding planner. I assume you are Carl?" he asked. Teddy was fully erect and well equipped.
I said yes. I planned to play it cool. That would have worked if I hadn't been staring at his cock.
"I loved watching you take those cocks. I have never visited a well-used, cum filled ass. Is there any chance there is room for one more load?" he asked adding, "I am not a pest. This will be one time only unless you like it."
For some reason I laid back on the bench and pulled up my legs exposing my well used hole.
"That's fucking beautiful," he said as his cock touched my ass. There is an outside chance I could pull out before I cum if you want that. I shoot a big load." He pushed gently and his knob touched my sphincter. He pushed harder and his fuck tool pushed deeper into me.
Teddy spent almost an hour gently fucking me. Teddy was a master fag and proud of it. Every twenty minutes he would pull out. Tony was near and offered to refresh homemade lube in my ass. I eventually realized that Tony and Teddy were pals.
"You have done this before?" I asked.
"Maybe one of twice," he said. He leaned forward and kissed me. "You have a perfect sperm catcher."
"You are a romantic," I said.
"Does a guy draining his ball into you feel romantic?" he asked as he began to squirt.
I moaned, "Oh Baby!"
It seemed as if Teddy shot off for a few minutes. Tony had refilled my ass in seconds. I almost fell asleep. Teddy maintained his erection.
Is there room for another load?" Tony asked as he poked his cockhead my ass. I moaned again. He took that as a "yes."