Date: Fri, 23 May 2014 08:47:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Returning to My Home Town

Returning to My Home Town
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

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I was raised in a small college town called North Conway in upstate New
York. My family moved there when I was four. My dad, Mathew MacMurray,
taught at the college, North Conway State. I think he thought we were going
to move on to another, larger and more prestigious school, but they liked
the town and stayed. He was eventually the Dean of Students and a fixture
in the English Department.

We joked about the town's name since there was no Conway or any other
directional Conways. Dad was interested in that sort of oddity. Why would
you name a place North Conway where there never was a Conway? He also
thought phrases like "survivors groups" were odd, since, by definition
there could be no non-survivors groups. You cannot sell tee shirts
inscribed, "I died in the flood of 2014."

I am Matthew MacMurray Jr, but they always called Mac. I had a wonderful
childhood with my parents and siblings. I know many children had bad
childhoods filled with trials and difficulties. I was not one of them. My
sister tended to be difficult and rebellious, but I was fine. She had a
difficult time and complained nonstop about my parents. The problem wasn't
my parents; it was my sister. I never told her that, since she did not take
any criticism well.

My father told me once that Julie thought that common sense was a plot to
keep her from getting what she wanted in life. She thought gravity was
invented specifically to keep her from floating in thin air. It was a
plot. Julie was pretty and she was on husband number four at last count.

As a kid, I assumed I would follow in my parent's footstep.  I thought I
would go to college, become a professor, get married and have a family. I
never admitted to myself that I did hope I would not have a second version
of Julie as a child, but I never said that aloud.

Most of that happened except for the getting married part. Somehow the
finding a girl, falling in love and having a family did not happen. I never
became interested in girls. I thought that this would just happen, but it
did not.

By the time I was 13 or 14 years-old when I realized I liked men. I liked
the macho cowboys on television at the time. I liked seeing shirtless
construction workers and joggers. I liked the shower room at school, but
oddly. I didn't realized being a jock would give me access to the locker
rooms. Evolution is a strange thing, but I was destined to be a History
Professor. How Darwin would explain History Professors is beyond me, but I
knew that was my future, as did everyone else.

I also realized I liked men, not boys. This was good for my life as a
teacher. I did not lust after boys or young men. I wanted men. I like
Hercules not Apollo. I also discovered I liked real, hard working men, and
did not find shaved, steroid-enhanced men attractive. Professional
wrestlers and body-builders were not my thing.

I went to college and did well. I had been cute kid, but the cuteness did
not last. I had to shave by the time I was thirteen and hair began to
sprout in my chest. I was never too concerned about my appearance, but by
the time I was 22 I suspected I would be bald. That was clear to everyone
but me a few years later. I knew my hairline was receding, but didn't know
my bald spot was making a sneak attack from the rear. I was engaged in
writing my doctoral dissertation at the time and did not notice.

I was shy and had a problem in social situations, I was stunningly bad at
small talk, but I had no problem lecturing. I always knew the subject well
and could explain it in an interesting way. That was helpful in my
career. I was the perfect person to teach the freshman Introduction to
Western Civilization class. I liked teaching it and the students liked
taking it.

A balding, 25-year-old academic had no problem avoiding dating. I was not a
catch. At that time, being openly gay was not an option, so I kept a low
profile. I found a few playmates and some good friends, but no lovers.

At age forty-five a position opened at what was by then the North Conway
State University and I applied of the job. My parent's health was
declining, and I was the only one of my siblings available. They were
either committed to other jobs, or too unstable to be helpful. I was hired
as the associate academic dean and the chair of the history department.

When I had lived there as a kid, there were no gay men in the town. That
was the way things were. Things had changed.

My first few years back home were difficult. My father's health declined
rapidly and he died. It was good that I was there to help my mother. She
was an independent woman and had almost returned to normal when she fell
and broke several bones. That was the end of her independence. She died six
months later. I was the man on the scene and had to close up the house and
take care of settling the estate.

My sister Julie turned that into a nightmare. I found a good lawyer, Jacob
Dellaport, and that helped. Jake looked like a wrestler and seemed to be
graceless, but he had a fine mind and once I hired him, he took care of
Julie and her lawyer easily.

Jake was a new resident of North Conway, by which the locals meant he had
only been there for thirty years. His family was from Brooklyn and his
father was a doctor. Jake retained a Brooklyn accent.

I have terrible gaydar. I never have been able to pick out gay men from a
crowd. Jake had superb skills in that area. He was the least "gay" looking
man I had ever seen. He looked more like a dockworker than a lawyer; I
would have guessed he had a wife and ten kids. He guessed my
preferences. He told me he was gay, when I asked if he had any kids.

"You don't have many kids either," he remarked.

"I suspect that is for the same reason you are without a wife," I said.  He
smiled. A week or so later he called me and asked me if I would like to
attend a cookout at his camp in the mountains. I said yes.

"The guests will all be confirmed bachelors or men who haven't found the
right woman, if you catch my meaning," he said. "Only a few have partners,
so they are unattached."

"I'm not really looking," I said.

"Most of them aren't good looking either, but I thought you might like to
meet them. Most are willing to give a nice blowjob if you are
interested. They are nice men too.

I later realized that Jake had good, if unorthodox taste in men.  Most men
have a type they like, such as pretty boys or leather clad bikers.

Jake's friends were a mixture of men. The only common traits were being
affable and into man sex. I went to his cookout and found that affable and
willing was good for me too.

His camp was deep in the woods and very much a hunting camp, more of an
upscale shed than big summerhouse. It had a big stone fireplace and spring
fed water. It had toilet, but pissing was preferably behind a tree.  It was
on a small pond surrounded by woods.

Jake was with Hank, a plumber; Johnny, a janitor; Edmund, an Episcopalian
priest, and Tony, a State Trooper. Others came later, but it was a genuine
mixed bag. North Conway is a small town so most of them knew of my
family. Hank was a few years behind me in school Johnny was a few years
ahead of me.

Three more men arrived including Art Deal, an insurance agent, Tommy Davis,
a store manager, and Ellery Austin, a professor of art at my college. Jake
was a basic cook and the food was good. I was surprised the conversation
was so easy since the men were so varied. I was use to conversations with
fellow academics and students.

The cabin had trails into the woods. These were well marked since the next
cabin was three miles away and it was easy to get lost in the forest. After
lunch, Jake suggested we all explore the surrounding areas. I went off on
what the label said was the Hidden Pond trail with Johnny, Edmund and Art.
Johnny knew a lot about the forest. Edmund was interests in that, they
talked as Art and I just enjoyed the walk. Art was average in every way,
pleasant and bland.

"I've been in town ten years. It is not the place I would have chosen to
live but it is nice. My store is doing well, and since I met Jake my social
life had picked up," Art said. "I take it you are a native who has
returned?"

"My parents were getting old, so I came back to help," I explained. "It
hasn't changed that much. The people are older, but I've changed more that
the town."

"I'm not married and that is a problem here. The gay nightlife is a bit
limited," he said.  I laughed.

"There was nothing thirty years ago, and that hasn't changed.  The town in
now a historic district. I think it has preserved a genuine 1960 small town
nightlife, none!" I said. "Luckily I enjoy the concerts at the school. What
do you do?"

"If you don't mind me being perfectly frank, I like no-strings-attached
sex. I'm not a sex maniac, but sex can make for a good week for me."

"You are direct."

"I don't like one night stands, but I will take them in a pinch," he
continued. "I like friends with benefits. The men here are mostly in that
category. We are friends who help each other out."

Johnny and Edmund had been walking ahead of us. They slowed and joined us.

"Art is a one man provider of stress relief for all of us," Edmund
said. "He is always ready willing and able. He is a godsend."

"Edmund is putting a pretty face on Art's skills," Johnny said. "He's a
horny slut, cum-hound who is only happy when he's drained every ounce of
sperm from your body into his. I hardly need to tell you that he's my best
friend."

"Jake has charitable tendencies," Edmund said. "When I came here I was it
was hard to find anyone who shared my inclinations.  When I did, I could
not get up enough nerve to do anything. Jake recognized my plight and
introduced me to his friends. The rest is history. I admit when I first
came to know them the benefits were most attractive. Since then the
friendship part has grown in significance."

We reached Hidden Pond. It was more of a lake than a pond. It was long and
narrow, but opened into and almost circular area at the north end where we
were standing.

"Most of the pond is very deep, except here," Johnny explained. "There is
an unusual, flat shelf of stone here. The water is shallow and warm." He
stripped and ran into the water, as did the other men. I had no desire to
join them, but it would been rude or timid not to, so I stripped and went
in.

The water was refreshing, but not too cold, a rarity for mountain lakes.  I
use to like to swim and the old pattern returned. I felt like a kid again
and enjoyed myself.

After the swim, we sat on the rocks and dried off in the sun. Johnny was
next to me and he rolled over and began to suck my cock. I knew that was a
possibility since we were four naked, gay men in the sun, but it was a
surprise. No one had actually done that to me before. Johnny was sucking me
in the full sunlight in public. That was new to me.

It should have been embarrassing, but Johnny was a good sucker. I forgot to
be embarrassed because my cock felt so good. I also noticed that Art was at
Edmond's cock. After about ten minutes, Edmund took my cock as Art and
Johnny worked things out. By that time, I was getting comfortable with the
setting and the sex. I had never been in a group situation before, but all
of the men seemed relaxed and I relaxed too. It was odd to know that
everyone there was gay and willing. I was a bit surprised to realize how
willing I was.

We played for a while and returned to the cabin. The men there were
entertaining each other so we joined in. I was with Ellery and he asked if
I would fuck him.

"Is it okay to do that here in the open?" I asked.

"It sure is, but everyone is waiting for someone to shoot the starting
gun," he replied and he the whispered, "My ass is already lubricated." He
bent over and I slipped in.  His ass was not what I expected.  I had not
fucked much and I was uneasy about it. Ellery was both tight and
welcoming. He massaged my cock with his sphincter as I slid into him. He
also moaned. Everyone looked at us, smiled and then returned to their own
activity.

I became overly excited, but Ellery told me to relax and enjoy it. Relaxing
is difficult for me, but Ellery enjoyed it so much, I went with the
flow. My previous playmates were not much in the bottoming, and it seemed
to be an ordeal for them.  I had bottomed a few times, but it wasn't a
thrill. Every movement of my cock seemed to thrill Ellery, and his
enthusiasm spread to me.

We broke apart and went to a cot on the side of the room.  Ellery got on
his back. I put his legs on my shoulders and went in again. From this
position, I would watch his face and cock react. That reinforced the
sensations. His cock was rock hard and drooling. I had wondered if my
partner's had been faking it. There was no way to fake Ellery's erection.

 The next time I looked up, Jake was fucking Edmund, and Johnny was in
Art's ass. All were enjoying the connection.

Like most people, sex was private and secret for me. I was a professor and
sex was not involved in that role. A number of academics had ruined their
careers by in appropriate relations with students. While I had no interest
in young men, there were several times students, both male and female, were
interested in me.

I discovered some students would rather cozy up to a professor than study
for a test. I mentioned that to a colleague and discovered that was a
technique.  I was not the sole object of the students' admiration. The men
in the cabin had no ulterior motives. It was just fun.

I looked at Ellery and saw that I had hit the sweet spot in his ass. He was
gasping for breath. As I thought about this, my cock was not thinking at
all. I suddenly realized I was too far-gone.  I tried to pull out, but
Ellery knew I was close and he pulled me closer. I began pumping my semen
into his ass and he loved it. I had never ejaculated into a man before and
the sensations were overwhelming.

Ellery liked it too. He was shooting and his quivering ass excited me. When
I finally pulled out, I looked around at the other men.  I was embarrassed
at have had a very public orgasm. No one was watching, or at all
concerned. They apparently had noticed because my orgasm seemed to have set
off a string of sympathetic orgasms with the other men.

I had some post orgasmic drool and it was dripping on the floor. Johnny
collected it and licked his finger clean. No one thought that was odd.  It
was a casual gesture that seemed odd in the sexually charged room.

It was getting late and we all went home. That night I realized my life had
change for the better. I had enjoyed the afternoon, but as I thought about
it later, it was more than just casual fun. I had a tendency to attract
moody, deep men. I had rejected the superficial types. No one at Jake's
cabin was moody or tense. It was just a group of men having some fun.

Jake called me the next day to ask how I was going. I told him that I had
enjoyed the party immensely.

"It's a nice group of men," he said. "I'm glad you like them. We get
together every few weeks. You are invited if you are interested."

"I am interested," I replied. "I have never done anything like that before.
If you told me what it was like, I would not have come. I'm glad I did. I
guess sex is its own reward."

"The men like you too. That not just the new meat buzz. You fit in well,"
Jake said. "Ellery said you are a memorably good top."

I smiled. "No one has ever said that to me before!" Jake laughed.

"Some of the men may want to get together with you, one on one," Jake
said. "Is that a problem?"

"As long as they call in advance," I said. "Especially during the school
year I am busy."

"Johnny was really interested," Jake added. "He a top." We talked a little
longer and he hung up. I wondered how long it would be before Johnny called
me.

He didn't call. I ran into him at the hardware store that afternoon. I had
a problem in the upstairs bathroom of my parent's house he found me lost in
the plumbing section. He knew exactly what I needed and came home with me
to help. I thought it would take a few hours. Johnny did it in ten minutes.

We had a beer and talked.

"I sure had a good time at Jake's place.  It was nice to have someone new,"
he said. "Jake has collected all the local horny old men. I assume you had
a good time?"

"I did."

"I don't know if Jake told you that I am the horniest of the group. I am
sort of like the energizer bunny. I can't get enough," Johnny added. "I
like it all."

"Jake mentioned you like the top," I said.

"Damn, Jake has spilled all my secrets," Johnny said. "Topping is my
specialty. Are you into it?"

"I've bottomed a few times. It wasn't a thrill."

"It's a thrill for me. I like to get in an ass and take a nice long trip to
the moon together," Johnny added. "I know I look like shit, but I'm the
Rembrandt of fuckers. I'm real good at it and my playmates always come back
for more."

"You are into it," I said.

"I like to be fucked too. You have a nice one. I am available," he added. I
must have looked surprised and he noticed. "Did Jake mention that I don't
play hard to get?"

I smiled. "Is this a part of a plot to get in my ass?"

"Of course it is, but I will take my time and wait my turn," Johnny
said. Somehow, fifteen minutes later, I was in Johnny's ass and I was
loving it. A little later, his cock head was rubbing my hole and testing my
sphincter.

When he said he was the Rembrandt of fuckers, he was right. I think his
cock was average, but I was not just willing to take it; I wanted it. He
oozed precum and lubricated the way and once he coaxed my sphincter open,
he went right for my prostate. Once he rubbed it a few times, I was his. I
was almost paralyzed by pleasure.

"Did I tell you I want to give your prostate a sperm bath and the churn up
the man seed and push it deep into you?" he asked. "I won't pull out until
you spurt. I like to eat it while it's still warm."