Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2014 03:56:02 -0700 From: Bob Archman Subject: Return to My Home Town 3 Return to my Home Town 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 If you enjoy these stories, please consider donating to Nifty I enjoyed Tony and Luther. They were less experienced than I was, so I eased them into more intense situations. Luther was real up tight at first but he relaxed the most as we became more comfortable. A few days later, I ran into Jake in the parking lot of the grocery store. We talked briefly, and then he told me he had found a new friend in the area who I might like. "He an older guy, a retired actor, Jonathan Wright. He lives in a cabin on the river. He is the man who plays the friendly next-door neighbor in movies. He is also a history buff and he would love to see your murals. " "Is this a "come home with me and I will show you my etchings" sort of thing?" I asked. "Well, he's a good actor but playing the innocent virgin would be a stretch, a real stretch," Jake said. "I think you would like him." "Everyone seems to think I need help finding companionship," I said. "I am an adult." "I think you are perfectly capable of being happy and alone," Jake said. "I think you would be happier with more friends. Most of the people you knew as a kid are gone or dead. You are busy at the college, but you need to meet some men who aren't looking for tenure." I didn't want to admit it but he was at least partially right. The academic environment suited me, but it was easy to forget the rest of the world. A few days later, I met Jonathan at a coffee shop with Jake. Johnathan turned out to be a character. He admitted to being a spear-carrier in many, mostly Grade B movies. He had been part of pirate crew, a member of an outlaw gang and a friendly shopkeeper or neighbor in a typical American town. He freely switched accents and dialects depending on his mood. He never became a star, but he worked continuously. He was an avid historian with an interest in the French and Indian Wars. He was in North Conway, since that was the only period when the area was historically important. He had been living southern California and he wanted to feel the chill of the North Country. In that respect, he was alone. Everyone else longed for warmth. I could not tell how old he was. I guessed 65 or 70, but he could have been older or younger. He was tall, bearded and bald. He asked me to his house where he had a collection of period maps. The maps were an interesting variant of the etching theme. Jake said he had some chores to run and he didn't join us at the cabin. His cabin was made of stone and must have dated from the turn of the last century. I had no ideal it existed. It was a large, high-style, rustic cottage-hunting lodge. He had a fine collection of rare maps and books. I was impressed. His approach to sex was direct. He simply told me he liked me and wanted to have sex with me. "I believe in no fault sex. If it is good, that is great. If it doesn't work out, then it didn't happen," he explained. "I know I am an old man. Unfortunately, I am a horny old man. I assume you have guessed I do not beat around the bush. "I do have a hot tub." "Well, I don't jump into sex right away when I meet a man, but the hot tub sounds fine," I said. The tub was on the rear deck of the house facing south. It was warm and sunny there. He took the cover off and went to get towels. I stripped and slipped into the water. It felt great. He stripped when he returned. When he asked me if I wanted to have sex, he didn't mention that he had a world's fair exhibit dangling from between his legs. He was above six feet tall and heavyset, but not fat. His uncut, soft cock was fat, six inches long and flanked by oversized balls. He had a hairy chest that had served him well as part of a pirate crew. "Damn that's a beauty," I said. Jonathan smiled. "It is an attention getter." He got in the tub but stood in the water. His cock was a foot and a half from my face. I leaned forward and licked it. "You can read my mind," he said. He was still soft and I wondered what it would be like hard. I had never sucked anything as big and soft. "Try and take the whole thing and let it grow in your mouth," he suggested. I did as he asked and got most of it on my mouth. I swallowed and some of it was down my throat. "Swallow again, that felt good!" he said. It began to grow and I pulled away from him. He was hard a minute or two later. It looked like one of the improbably large dildos you find in adult stores. It was not pretty, but it was compelling. I wanted it, even though I couldn't imagine taking it. "You like it, don't you?" he asked. "Damn it's big," I replied. Johnathan smiled. "It is an attention grabber. It's also in full working order." "Can guys actually take it?" "Some can, but to tell you the truth, I'm looking for someone who can take it and enjoy it," he said. "It tends to attract tourists." "Tourists?" "That is men who want to see it, take a quick taste and then move on," he said in explanation. "My late partner loved it and we could go at it for an hour or so. I admit that it took a little while to get used to it. He claimed it stretched his hole over a year before he could actually take the whole thing." "Was that true?" "I think I was fully lodged in his ass the second week I knew him," he replied. "When I am in a man, it seems to mess with his judgment." "I can believe that," I said. "If I said that I would love to have some fun, but not in my ass, would that be a problem?" "Fun is always welcome," he said. I leaned forward and sucked him again. I could not get much in my mouth, but it was good. We played in the hot tub for a while and then went to his bedroom. I would have guessed that Jonathan would have been a bit passive and let his cock do the work for him, but he was active and vigorous. He seemed excited by me and by my cock. We were in the sixty-position when we had a complete exchange of sexual fluids. I think I climaxed first, but by the time my first ejaculation ended, his cream was spurting into my mouth. I think that was my first double orgasm and it was wonderful. I felt wave after wave of passion sweep over me. He continued to nurse my exhausted cock. His organ shrank to a more useful size, and I licked up his post-orgasmic drool. He even had a late ejaculation. That was good too. After I returned home, my mind began to dwell on Jonathan and his cock. I don't like thinking of myself as a self-absorbed, sex-crazed man, but that was the way I was thinking. It was unseemly to be a mature man who was thinking like a teenager. Jonathan was intellectually impressive and pleasant, but my mind was obsessed with his anatomical features. Two days later, I was on the front steps of my folk's house with Luther when Jonathan drove by. I waved at him and he stopped. I asked him to come in and take a tour. Luther was a skilled craftsman and the house was looking good. It had always been my family home, comfortable and pleasant. It was beginning to be a historic site. As Luther fixed and restored items, the house began to sparkle. Jonathan loved the house and the partially restored murals in the dining room impressed him greatly. Tony wasn't working that day. Jonathan had a wide range of interests and he knew a lot about period houses. Somehow, Jonathan seemed to know that Luther was gay. His skills as an actor must have honed his skills at identifying gay men. Jonathan was very masculine, but he was clearly gay. That did not bother Luther. Jonathan also had some work that needed to be done at his house. He had been looking for a good craftsman and Luther fit the bill. The retired actor asked Luther and me to come to his house that evening for dinner. That evening, I picked up Luther and drove to the Cabin. "Jonathan is a good looking man," Luther said. "He does look familiar; I must have seen him in the movies or on the television, he said. "He told me that he was the prefect second banana and he worked continuously,' I said. "He has one hell of a basket. Is he hung?" Luther asked. "I don't want you to think I'm a slut, but he is well equipped," I said. "He is almost too big. It is impressive." "I's love to see it," Luther added. "Is he the shy type?" "I don't think so," I said. "It's odd to be talking about another guys cock. Do you think it's trashy?" he asked. "It may be trashy, but I have been thinking about it nonstop since I saw it." I said. "You are not alone." Luther laughed and we continued in to the cabin. The cabin impressed Luther; it was both rustic and grand. He knew about the big Adirondack camps and this was a slightly smaller version. He also greatly impressed Jonathan when he discovered inscriptions carved into woodwork. It was mostly poetry about nature. The wood had darkened over time and the inscriptions were hard to see. Jonathan and Luther talked over the work he needed. There was some repair work and Jonathan wanted a new master bath. Luther told him the repair work should be done first. "If you get behind on repairs things could go downhill quickly. We talked more and then sat down for dinner. Jonathan was a good cook, and while the food was simple, it was perfect. The conversation was mostly about houses and building and Jonathan had a knack for keeping the conversation going. After dinner, we went to the rear porch. Hot tub was open. Luther said he had never been in a hot tub or a whirlpool. "Where I come from a shower was considered pretty fancy," he said. Of course, Jonathan suggested we all try it out. Luther was more than willing. We stripped. "You guys aren't very shy," Luther said. "You have nothing to be shy about," Jonathan replied. "We are all members of the club." As he stepped into the tub, Luther had his first good look at his cock. "Talking about nothing to be shy about, you are sporting a monster," Luther said. "I was lucky to get the Swiss Army Knife of cocks. It's a drain, my favorite toy and my major marketing tool," he said. "Marketing tool?" Luther asked. "I was an actor. I would say that actors ae a dime a dozen, but a dime could buy way more than a dozen actors," Jonathan said. "My cock opened doors. Sometimes they were bedroom doors, once or twice, they were just toilet stall doors, but once I was in, I can do a good job. I am a versatile actor, and dependable. I always know my lines, I am always in time and I take direction well." "Did you take direction in the bedroom too?" Luther asked with a twinkle in his eye. "I sure did, but that was never a problem. My cock tends to mesmerize my playmates," he explained. "Some are just lookers, but others want the full experience." "Does that hurt?" "It can, but I take my time and never go too far," Jonathan explained. Luther and I shared Jonathan's cock. There was room for two. We went to his bedroom and round Robin sucked. I was surprised to notice that Luther seemed to be fully relaxed about sex and comfortable. "I love to fuck, are either of you a bottom?" Jonathan asked. "I've only topped but I've never bottomed. I'm sort of interested," Luther said. "I've never known anyone that I'd like in me, until recently. I had never taken cum until recently." "Does that depend on who is shooting the juice?" Jonathan asked. "It does. Matthew's was good and I mean really good," Luther said. "His ass was good too." "When I was a kid, I loved the Popeye cartoons. I like Popeye, but Bluto turned me on," Jonathan said, "Luther you are as close to looking like Bluto as I have seen. I would love to have your cock up my ass." "Now?" Luther asked. "Why not?" Jonathan replied. We were off to the races. I thought I was going to be left out of the festivities, but Jonathan was the perfect host. When Luther sucked him, I took care of Luther's organ. I was in the sixty-nine position when Luther began to fuck. I thought it might be gross to watch men fuck, but it was exciting. Since I was sucking Jonathan, I was on the fifty-yard line as it were. I could both taste and sense his reaction. It was up-close and personal, and very different from the soft-focus views you see in the media. I could see Jonathan's hole quiver as Luther's cock touched it. I felt Jonathan's tenseness, and then I felt him relax as the cock head cleared the sphincter. Luther pulled out several times and then went deep. I noticed the Johnathan's anus was almost kissing the organ. As the cock went deep, I tasted a spurt of precum. Luther was a big, muscular man, but he was tender and careful. He built up speed. While his never pounded the ass, he was getting close. He suddenly pulled out. "I'm going to shoot!" he cried. "Fill me up!" Jonathan replied. A huge blob of cum spurted at his hole. A second later Luther's cock rammed the ass, pushing the first volley deep inside. I thought Johnathan had climaxed, but it was just a forceful spurt of precum. His cock was hard as a rock. A few minutes later, I was sitting on Jonathan's cock and having the ride of my life. It was a tight fit, but once it was in and I was in charge, it was fine. I was doing a little dance on his totem pole and loving it. This was a surprise for me. I had not guessed it would be that good. Jonathan had gone into some sort of a blissful trance. I did all the work; he just stayed hard and reaped the benefits. I wiggled, squeezed and bounced, working his cock into all the good places in my ass. For a while, Jonathan and I were floating on a sexual cloud. I forgot Luther was with us. "Could you sit up and let me watch it slide into you?" he asked. "Damn, it's hot!" I did as he asked. I pulled off his cock and then sat back slowly. Jonathan let loose. I was like having Old Faithful shooting in my ass. When I finally got up and Johnathan's cock slipped out, his cum drooled from my ass. "Holy shit, that's hot!" Luther exclaimed. I had forgotten he was watching. Luther had tasted sexual freedom and he enjoyed it. I was easy for me to slip into an assumption that gay men were mostly academics or in the professions. That had been my experience. It seemed odd to me that Luther, who was a hard working carpenter, shared my sexual tastes. The media never shows working men as homosexuals. They prefer the effete snobs or supercilious dandies as models for gay men. Most seem the show gay men as hopelessly effeminate, comic or ineffectual. Through Jake and Luther, I came to know a broad range of gay men. Most didn't fit the stereotypes at all. Once Luther admitted to himself that he was gay, his life improved. He found a friend in the Rescue Squad and a guy who had been on his high school wrestling team. Several carpenters and a brick masons were into it too. Luther was a good sucker and top. He was still uneasy about bottoming. I have always been a "different strokes for different folks" kind of guy. I do prefer men who reciprocate, but it is not a tit for tat situation. When Luther was with a friend who wanted to fuck, he would sometimes call me and ask if u was interested or willing. I certainly was interested, but in theory, I wasn't willing. I did not want to be thought of, as a slut who was willing to take and cock that was available. I had to admit, that Luther had good taste in me. Most were hardworking men who were pleasant and polite. Intellectually I wasn't willing, but I said no rarely. Actually, I never said no. my cock tended to overrule my scruples. I told myself I would be sorry about that someday, but that never happened. The first time it happened Luther came by with a laborer named Randy. He worked in the town crew. Randy was the most intensely masculine man I had ever met. He was also five-feet-three inches tall. He was bearded and hairy from head to toe. He didn't need to shave his eyeballs but that was about it. He was also very quiet and polite. He was uneasy, but I think the chance to fuck overcame his natural shyness. We went to my bedroom. Luther and I got the ball rolling and Randy joined in. I had thought that Randy was a bit pudgy, but that was because his clothes didn't fit. He was muscular and his shoulders were broad. Luther sucked me and I sucked Rusty. He had a nice cock and it was most responsive. We switched positions and Rusty seemed to like my cock a lot. He seemed like an oversized teddy bear. Luther got me on my back and fucked me. He turned me over to Rusty once I was open. He seemed uneasy until he was in me. His face glowed as his cock felt the tight warmth of my ass. I found out later that he had bottomed, but that was not his choice. As the shortest guy in school, several people had taken advantage of him. The sad thing was that he took it, since any attention was better than no attention at all. Rusty told me that Luther's cock was the first one he enjoyed. I possessed the first ass he had penetrated. Rusty and I had almost nothing in common. I could have been a man from outer space as far as he was concerned. He was a nice person and the sex was great. His cock was easy to take and he was both vigorous and considerate. His cock was average but very hard. I had not noticed that his balls were oversized and full. It took three orgasms to drain them. Rusty had a recharge time a five to ten minutes. Luther slipped in to fill the gap. Until then things had been enjoyable and fun. Luther discovered that using his pal's sperm as lubricant was a real turn on. Luther was normally reserved; he lost it and fucked me like a mad man. He shot off quickly just as Rusty had fully recharged. With two big loads in my ass, it was messy, but no one objected, least of all me. The both were pounding me and that was magic in my sperm filled ass. After another couple of orgasms, we all showered and they went home. "Do you think we might do this again sometime?" Rusty whispered to me. I told him of course. He looked relieved. Rusty was never self-confident. Rusty worked for Luther after hours. His boss, Big Luke, dropped him off at Luther's place after work. Big Luke was the foreman of the Town Crew, and everyone knew or at least recognized him. You could not miss him; he was six feet-five inches tall and 260 pounds. Luther and Luke hit it off right away. Both men knew their business and they had a similar approach to life.