Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2014 11:39:23 -0700
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Returning to My Home town 2

Returning to My Home Town 2
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 think I may have experienced my first stress free sex with Johnny. He was
a nice guy who was enjoying himself, no more and no less. I was not worried
that I would do something wrong or offend him in some way.  We were not
emotionally attached. It was pure sex without complications. That was new
to me and it was physically satisfying.

I soon realized that Johnny had made a semi-scientific study of sex and I
was the beneficiary of that study. He told me that he enjoyed sex, but he
felt more pleasure when his partner enjoyed himself too.

I wasn't an experienced bottom, but he had figured out ways to open up a
reluctant bottom. By the time his cock vanished into the dark side of my
sphincter, I wanted him in me. Once he was in, his cock searched out my
prostate. His cock was a scientific probe that tuned in to my
reactions. When it made contact with the little gland, he knew. At first,
he rubbed it with his cockhead. He then used my prostate as a punching bag
for a little while before returning to gentle rubbing.

After a few minutes, I was entirely under his control, but that didn't
bother me at all.  He was not a virgin and he used a series of movements
and techniques to see which would work with me. He also seemed to know when
it was too much for me. He spaced rest periods so I could regroup and
rest. He was dominant, in control and thoughtful. He went home after an
hour and a half and we were both happy.

A few days later, he called and told me he had a pal in town I would
like. "He's a young guy, but I think he's your type," he said.

"What exactly is my type?" I asked.

"Well, he's a good carpenter and you could use a man like him to help
fix-up your folk's house. He also is a nice guy," Johnny said. "He is a
member of the fraternity. I'm just telling you that because you wouldn't
guess.  You can take it from there.  His name is Luther Bice." I said I
would meet with him.

Luther called me an hour later and we agreed to meet at the house at
six. My parents' house was a good, older house of about 1840.  Maintenance
had slipped when they were sick. It was a much bigger house than I
needed. I wanted to sell it, but its condition reduced the potential sale
price. In the settling of the will, I ended up with the house, Julia
received most of the cash. I was making a good salary, but I did not want
the house to go at a huge discount because of its condition.

Luther arrived on time and I showed him the house.  He was thirty or so,
but was built like a football tackle and sported a thick, black beard.  He
looked a bit like Bluto from the Popeye cartoons. He had obviously gone
home and showered before he came to see me.  His folks had raised him
right. After the tour, I realized he was a knowledgeable man. Some of the
things I was worried about were minor, but he was uneasy about items.

Luther had been living with two friends from high school for the last few
years and that was not working out well. He wanted to live in the house
while he made the repairs. He would exchange his labor for rent. I would
buy the materials. He was starting out on his own and while he had some
small projects, but my parent's house was on the main street of town and
was well known. He wanted something impressive to show what he could do.

The house was empty, so having someone in the house would be good. Johnny
knew him and I didn't think he would screw me. I agreed to his proposal.

Luther didn't look like an Abercrombie & Fitch model, but he was
masculine. He was not overtly sexy or forward, but I felt attracted to him.

"How long have you known Johnny?" I asked.

"He lived up the street from me. I saw him in school," Luther said. "In
high school he caught me having a little fun in the locker room, but he
never turned me in to the principal.  He wouldn't do anything with
students, but when I ran into him a few years ago and we hit it off."

"I avoid any recreational activities with students.  Life is too short for
that sort of problem," I said.  We went to my apartment to have a beer and
finalize the arrangements for the house. We also talked about life in North
Conway. I asked if there was any gay life in town other than Jake's group.

"I didn't think so until recently. I don't look like the type and I tend to
scare men away. My sex life has been quickies in dark corners and behind
bushes," he said. "Sometimes I get real horny and that is a problem."

"I'm a natural problem solver," I replied. The quick quip or comeback is
rare for me. That comment came out of nowhere.

"Would you like to do a little exploring?" he asked. We went to my
bedroom. When he stripped, the resemblance to Bluto continued. He was well
built with a broad chest and comparatively small waist. He did not look as
if he went to a gym; the muscles were natural. He had a hairy chest and a
treasure trail to his thick bush.

I wanted to go for his cock, but he was too fast for me. My cock was down
his throat in what seemed like seconds. He was so big, I assumed he would
hold back and let me worship at his muscle-clad shrine. Luther liked cock
and he liked it a lot. He was both aggressive and tender.

We moved to the bed so we could sixty-nine. I felt like a timid and
inexperienced cock sucker compared to his skills, but he appreciated my
efforts. We took a brake to catch our breath. It had been frenzied.

"Boy it's nice to be in a bedroom and not need to watch out in case someone
finds you," Luther said. "This has been great."

"You are really good at this," I said. "Do you get to practice much?"

"No," he replied. "I haven't really done that much, but I do think about it
a lot. I'd like to try some things, but I haven't found the person or the
place to do it. I don't look or act like the gay guy should, if what you
see on the television or in movies is right."

"I remember thinking that it seemed improbable that sucking a cock would
feel so good," I said. "It also didn't seem possible that anyone other than
me would so it. I thought I was the only kid in North Conway that wanted to
do stuff like that."

"I was relieved when I found someone who would suck me," Luther said. "I
was shocked when I shot off. My pal took my load. He was afraid we would
leave a mess; he took the entire load! We were both shocked and a little
scared at what had happened."

"You hear a lot of strange guys ranting about the Gay Agenda and worried
about gay teachers recruiting others," I said. "As far as I knew, I
invented gay sex all on my own. I was with a friend and we were just
messing around. Everyone is curious, and we discovered some things we
liked. No one recruited me."

"I hadn't guessed you could do anything other than piss through your cock,"
Luther said.

I laughed. "Once you discover a new skill, it's a new world," I added. "Did
your friend come back for more?"

"We discovered that sucking was pretty much a sure fire way of getting
off."

"Did you take his cream?"

"That took a while, but my friend liked mine so it wasn't a problem. He was
much smaller than me and he liked having me get all excited and then lose
it," Luther said. "I know some guys love the stuff. I tend to be
picky. Only a few guys seem to inspire me."

"I would bet you are pretty inspirational?" I said.

"One I hit age fourteen I stopped looking young," Luther said. "I am not
well suited for being a bar fly and I know I am not everyone's cup of
tea. Are you adventurous?  I'd like to try more things."

"Adventurous is not a word I would use to describe myself.  I think Johnny
would be the man for that," I said. Luther told me he would prefer to learn
together rather than be taught. We talked a little longer and then he went
home. He moved into my parent's house a few days later.

I was a little uneasy about that, but Luther was true to his word. He
worked on his paying projects during the day and on the house at night and
on weekends. He was a workaholic so that was good for everyone. Luther was
both fast and a good craftsman.

He made a major discovery in hot house a month later. When he stripped off
the old wallpaper in the dining room he uncovered a set of wall paintings
done when the house was new. I called Teddy to look at them.  He was
impressed and called a friend from the college art department, Charley
Jones. He was excited. They were done in the true fresco technique,
painting on wet plaster. This was rare and unusual.  It was also a view of
North Conway in the 1840s.  This too was rare. Most wall paintings were of
pastorals, patriotic or mythical subjects.

The discovery caused a stir and there were articles in the newspaper and
even a television report from a station in Syracuse. For North Conway, that
was a big event. Luther was credited with the discovery and his removal of
the wallpaper was so careful it hadn't damaged the paintings at all. All of
a sudden, everyone in town knew of him. That was good for a fledgling
contractor.

Charley Jones came by to see me with the head the Art Department, Jenny
Davidson. The department was unknown and the paintings could help to make a
reputation for the school. They wanted to research and restore the
works. That was fine with me, but on my professor's salary I could not
provide financial support. They understood that.

This was all new to me. My exposure and interest in art was limited. My
parents would have loved it. They loved the house and were unaware of the
paintings. The paperhangers had dated the rear of the oldest wallpaper
April of 1889, so it had been hidden for view for 130 years.

The Conservator was a young rather sloppy looking bearded man named Tony
Marcusso. Tony's dad was a painter and his Uncle owned a pizza restaurant
in town. Pizza was the big seller in a college town, but they had a regular
Italian style-cooking menu. My parents knew the Uncle well and ate there on
Thursday nights when they had a good special. The special was fine Italian
cuisine.

Tony's father had a drinking problem, and was a problem in a small
town. His Uncle did most of the fathering in the family. Tony waited tables
at the restaurant and my Dad and his Uncle worked at getting Tony into
college. There were financial problems and Dad arranged for Tony to get
scholarships. While Tony was borderline academically in high school, he did
well at college, my father had him in a class the college and said Tony was
smart and imaginative. I did not know Tony at all, except for when he
waited tables.

Tony now was 30 and had a MFA in art restoration. He had a runner's body
and looked a bit like a wild man. After a few days of work, Luther came to
like him. Tony was precise and careful, but was unafraid of getting
dirty. I was teaching summer school when Tony started work, so my time was
filled up. I visited the house once or twice a week. I visited on a Friday
afternoon in July and found Luther and Tony in the kitchen drinking a beer.

They were sweating like pigs, shirtless and covered in grime. We went to
see the paintings.  Tony had done some preliminary test restoration patches
that were spectacular. He had removed the wallpaper paste and the
accumulated grime and soot. The colors were beautiful. The paintings looked
fresh but still looked their age.

The room was sealed off from the rest of the house so that the dust from
construction would not interfere with the restoration.  The room as hot as
hell. We wondered around and looked at the rest of the work. Luther and
Tony were getting along well. Upstairs Luther had just finished a new
walk-in shower in the master bedroom. The shower had been grouted earlier
that week and was set now. It looked beautiful.

"That sure looks inviting," Tony said. "I'm so dirty I think I'd leave a
bathtub ring on Lake Ontario!"

"Do you want to take a maiden voyage in it?" Luther asked. "We are all boys
here." I must have looked unsure. "I kind of told Tony you are a member of
the fraternity," Luther explained. "We are all with the program." He looked
at me and I realized that he had been planning to do this with Tony and I
had interrupted them. I should have made an excuse and gone home, but I
stripped instead.

We were all unusually hairy, borderline cavemen.  "We look like three men
auditioning for the role of Big Foot," I said.  Luther took the tape off
the drains and turned on the water.  It was an oversized shower with two
heads. Luther and Tony were so dirty I let them get under the water first.

Tony had seemed smaller than Luther was. He was lighter, but he was just as
tall. He was so hairy it was hard to see how well equipped he was, but he
looked okay.

I joined then and helped clean the hard to reach places. Both men liked
that and soon both were fully erect. I am normally reserved and it is out
of character for me to meet a man and be sucking his cock a half hour
later. I should have been shocked, but it was too exciting.

Tony was the first to drop to his knees and suck us.  He was evenhanded and
skilled. When he came up for a break, I took his place on the floor. Tony
had a nice average cock that was like a steel rod it was so hard. Tony was
really enthusiastic and oozing cock juice.

I later found out that Tony's Uncle had a heart attack and Tony was living
with him to help.  It was hard to get out so this was a real treat for him.
He was fully loaded and ready. After finishing the shower we went to the
bedroom.

"I don't know what you guys are into, but I like to fuck," Tony said. "If
that's a problem, just forget I said anything."

"I've never done it with a guy," Luther said. "It was okay with a girl, but
I figure it would be better with a guy." He and Tony looked at me. They had
hopes.

"I guess I'm open minded on that subject," I said. "Somehow fucking is more
personal than sucking. It's more intimate. A couple of guys have fucked me,
but it was a shove it in and dump your load thing. It was not that good for
me. One man was better at it. He took his time and it was good."

"I know you don't know me well, but I'm a nice guy. To be completely
truthful I should say I'm a horny nice guy," Tony said. "I've never been
able to take my time. I would like to try a nice, slow fucking session. I
don't need to shoot in you. I shoot a big load, a real big load.  It is
messy.  I'm okay making a visit without leaving a souvenir."

"It is hard to control and orgasm," I said. "It is a pretty basic part of
having sex."

"I don't think of it as sex; it's more like messing around with a pal. You
know getting my rocks off," Tony said.

"Would it bother you if it was sex?" Luther asked. That was an unexpected
question. I think he was genuinely curious as to the answer.

"The guys I did it with seemed willing enough," Tony said. "It was both
dark and quick. I was excited and horny. The first few times it was more of
an experiment, a really successful experiment." He looked at me and then at
Luther.

"You guys turn me on big time. You are men, not kids playing around," Tony
said. "I've been worried about getting involved with a man. I was thinking
that if I love them and leave then, I was just getting my rocks off. I
wasn't really a gay man. I was just horny and opportunistic. Maybe it time
to grow up and admit that it's more than that."

"I understand," I said. Tony looked a little frightened. He had admitted
something he was trying to avoid. "I guess you are still hot to trot?" Both
men laughed.

"I don't mind a little experimenting. If you boys want to play, I'll
provide the playground," I said. It is safe to say that they were more than
ready to play. One of the nice things about man sex is that everything is
on view and obvious. The sex organs are up front and on display.

Tony was churning out precum. You could tell he was ready. I said I would
like to sit on it.  He had never had that happen, but he was game. That
left me both fucked and in control.

I had misjudged my own feelings. I was playing the older college
professor. I straddled him, positioned his knob at my hole and then sat
back. His rock hard cock was easy to take. It popped through my sphincter
effortlessly. Suddenly I felt an explosion of pleasure and passion. It was
well beyond anything I had felt before. I don't know what happened for the
next ten minutes, the pleasure was too intense to understand.

Tony could not hold back and he let loose. I could feel him squirting each
ejaculation in my ass. I had never been so excited. Tony pulled out to
catch his breath.

Luther looked at me and I smiled. I was on my back by then. He hoisted my
legs onto his shoulders and eased his cock into my cum filled ass. His cock
was both longer and much thicker than Tony's was but it slid in easily. I
felt a second, even greater explosion of pure sexual pleasure. I lost
control of my emotions and wallowed in the pleasure. I moaned and gasped
for breath. I even whimpered some.

After a while, Luther pulled out and Tony re-entered. I think Luther must
have turned my slut button on and Tony was better than before. They traded
places again and Luther lost it and filled my ass with his cream. I shot
off and things calmed down. Tony had to go home and I just rested. It had
been a real workout.

I was afraid I had made a fool of myself as I reacted to their fucking.
That wasn't the case. When you are fucking a man you want him to react.
It's a tribute to your fucking style. Luther thought my reaction was a
demonstration for the pleasure of being a bottom.

"Did you like it as much as it seemed you liked it?" he asked. "It was as
good as it's ever been for me."

"It was great," I said. "You were spectacular. It has never been better." I
looked at his face. He was considering trying it.