Date: Fri, 6 Mar 2015 06:02:28 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Scotty, Rufus and their Friends

Scotty,  Rufus  and their Pals.
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
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I am Scotty Fairbairn, a park ranger in the Adirondacks. Rufus Frederick is
my best friend. He is a retired professor of botany and works part time as
a consultant for the Park service. Rufus is also my landlord. I rent a room
in the top floor of his house. He lives on the lower floor. He has a number
of academic friends who often bunk at his house when they are doing studies
and projects.

My pals are mostly other rangers, cops and troopers. I tend to be a total
straight arrow, and I meet the cops when there are missing persons of
weather emergencies. We all work together.

When I say I am a straight arrow, one part of me is bent. My cock forms a
crescent shape when I am fully erect. That curve is the perfect shape to
drive Rufus crazy when I carefully ease it into his ass. Luckily his ass
does good things to my cock too.

The Adirondacks are ancient mountains and lack the drama of the bigger and
spikier western mountains like the Rockies and the Sierra Madre. The
Adirondacks were heavily forested in the 19th and early 20th centuries.
Major lumbering ended fifty years ago and the trees are coming back and
becoming mature again. A hundred years ago, the mountains were the site of
impressive camps of the wealthy New Yorkers and developed its own rustic
style. The area is a park now, but the camps remain.

While Lake Placid became a major resort, the area is not well suited to
attract people who find Miami Beach or Las Vegas an ideal vacation spot. In
some ways, modern air-conditioning did away with the need to find a cool
place for the summer.

The woods and mountains are pretty; the lakes and ponds are spectacular.
There are thousands of clear, spring fed lakes everywhere. Making it even
better, there are no crowds of vacationers spoiling the view.  The park is
huge and the roads narrow.

Rufus's house sits at the north end of Coon Pond. He bought it from the
descendant of the original builder.  The property was 250 acres including
the entire pond.  Since the camp faced south, it was comparatively warm in
the summer. Loggers had cleared the area in the 1880s, but had been
untouched since then. The family who built the cabin fell on hard times in
the depression and the house and the property had been little changed.

I met Rufus fifteen years ago when he bought the camp. It was going to be
his retirement home. He began winterizing the house. I met him when we had
an outbreak of a new fungus affecting pines. He came in as a consultant.
Rufus was good. He identified the fungus and its source. It was a tropical
fungus and vacationers apparently imported to the park due to a Hawaiian
themed party that featured a thatched roof of Hawaiian palm fronds.

While a tropical fungus was bad, he told us could not survive the
Adirondack winter. Rufus said it would have a hard time making it past
Halloween.  I took Rufus home after a meeting and he asked me on for a
drink. Rufus was authoritative when he was talking about botany, and was
strictly professional. He was not a warm and fuzzy man.

I am not working in a wilderness area because I am a people person. It was
hard for me to make friends and small talk was well beyond me. I tended to
talk shop and tend to be alone even when I am at a crowded bar.

Rufus offered me a drink and I loosened up some. As I got up to leave, He
asked what I did for entertainment. He casually scratched his balls. I did
a little scratching in response and he noticed.  He looked me in the eye.

"I'm a gay man. Is that a problem?" he asked.

"Not for me," I replied.

"This area doesn't seem like a hotbed of gay activity," Rufus observed. "I
haven't had much luck finding any fun. Do you have friends?"

"I have some friends," I replied.

"How about fuck buddies?" he asked.

"Nothing like that at all," I said.

"Would I offend you if I told you this may be your lucky day?" he asked.
"I sorry, but I am horny as hell.  I aim to please."  He looked at me and I
smiled.  "The bedroom is this way," he said. I was inexperienced when I met
him, and I had never met anyone as sexually skilled as he was.

I am five feet-seven inches tall and Rufus was six feet-five or so. He was
wearing professorial tweeds. When he took them off, he was in good shape.
He told me he was a swimmer. While his body was good, his cock was a
natural wonder. It was a donkey dong, horse cock or King Kong's penis. All
these phrases applied to his tool. It was uncut, with low hanging balls.
It was a beauty.

I did not have much time to admire his cock before he was on his knees
sucking my cock. He swallowed my entire cock and then worked the underside
with his tongue. I had a few friends who had sucked me, but I ooze a lot
when I am excited and that bothered them. One man had taken my cum, but he
spit it out.

Rufus pulled off, told me I tasted good and swallowed my cock again. It was
lovely. I had never had a tongue massage my cock. We soon were on the bed
in the sixty-nine position. My cock's curve fit his throat well. His cock
was too big to swallow, but he had filled his foreskin with his cock ooze,
and that was good.

He had a wide slit and it was drooling big time. I was sucking it up as if
I were a man dying of thirst who just found water. I had never sucked a man
who drooled the way Rufus did.  I knew I drooled when I was excited. Rufus
must have been as excited as I was. That was a real turn on for me.

"I love to be fucked. Do you top?" he asked during a break.

"I do, but I've never done it much," I said.

Rufus smiled. "Well it's time you get some practice," he said.

I am not a good judge of character when it comes to sex. I am shy and
timid, and not at all adventurous. To put it mildly, I had not guessed that
Rufus would be into anything sexual, and I would never have guessed he was
a bottom in a million years.

I later discovered that Rufus was not a top or a bottom, active or
passive. Rufus was omnisexual as long as it was with men. He was big and
hung and you would naturally would assume he was dominant. He told me he
had discovered that he enjoyed fucking more when he knew what the bottom
was feeling.

He was fifteen years older than I was.  He wanted to fuck me, but he wanted
that to be my choice.  That first time we met, I shot off first and fed him
my load. When he swallowed, that inspired him to shoot off. I took his
entire load. I had never done that before, but it seemed right. We were
trading sperm.

I went home. He had given me his phone number.

Rufus was both sexually excited but also relaxed and comfortable. I had
always been tense and uneasy when having sex. My partners had been as
uneasy as I was. Rufus was experienced, unworried and relaxed. I began to
relax too. This was a new experience for me.  My sex with Rufus was a
revelation.  Sex can only be so bad, but being relaxed increased my
enjoyment.

Of course having sex in a home and not in a car or behind a tree was good
too. I had been use to quickies.

Rufus gave me his phone number.  I thought I would call him in a week or
so. I did not want to seem too eager.  I called him the next day when I
finished work at 3:00. He was glad to hear from me. He said he was having a
few friends over for a cook out Saturday afternoon and asked if I would
like to join them. He said his friends would like to meet me.

"Did you tell them about me?" I asked.

"I told them you were a good looking Park Ranger and no more. These men are
friends and playmates too, so they might assume you are one of us. They are
older men like me," he said. "It is a cook out, not an orgy.

I had not even considered the possibility of an orgy. I associated an orgy
with ancient times and did not know they still existed. I handled the
Friday night to Saturday morning shift at the park. We split up Friday and
Saturday shifts at the park.  These were the two biggest, "let's get drunk
and do something stupid" days.  I accepted his invitation.

I got to the cabin at 5:00. I was surprised to meet Chuck Miller, the local
police chief and a State Trooper, Tony De Marco. Tony was from the Bronx
and seemed out of place in the Adirondacks. I knew he loved it here, and he
was good about dealing with city folk. It only took a few minutes for me to
realize that Tony and the police chief were lovers. The chief was a daddy
type.

Fifteen minutes later another car drove up with two men. One was Rev. Pete
Peters from Lake Placid and the other was Dr. Len Smith, a science
professor from a local college. His interest was in the wildlife of the
Mountains. I had given a talk at Peters' church. Everyone was interested in
the mountains and all of them were affable. The conversation was easy.

The evening was odd in that it had turned warm and muggy. Typically, the
weather in the mountains was either cool and crisp or not as cool and
crisp. It felt as if a thunderstorm was on the way.  Because of the
mountains, you get little warning. You cannot see or hear what is going on
the other side of the nearest mountain.

We had just finished eating when a storm popped up with wind, heavy rain
and hail. Lawn chairs began blowing around, so we all grabbed what we could
and ran into the cabin

By the time we were in the cabin, the ground outside was covered in hail
and we were all soaked and cold. Rufus turned on gas heaters and we
stripped off our wet clothes. The Camp focused on a huge stone fireplace,
but Rufus was careful about fire. He had gas back up heat.

He did not have a clothes dryer, but he had old-fashioned accordion style
drying rack. Rufus had stripped naked and most of the group had followed
suit. I had been soaked to my skin, and was one of the naked ones. The gas
heaters worked well, and we were soon warm.

I assumed the men were gay, but there had been nothing obvious about
that. Once we were naked, I could feel the sexual tension rising.  There
was nothing overt, but the scenery was nice, and you could sense the
potential.

Peters had a runner's body, and Miller looked like he both ran and worked
out. Tony was a short, very muscular bear, and Dr. Smith was a polar bear,
heavy, but of average height. I checked out the men and realized my cock
had firmed up a little. It was not hard, but it wasn't soft either. I
looked at the men again and saw that Miller was at about half-staff, and
Smith's organ was sticking straight out.

"Damn, I love the scenery in the Mountains!" Miller said looking at
me. Several men laughed.

Peters looked at Smith's cock, and asked, "What's for desert?" The men
laughed again.

"Pete you have a one track mind," Rufus said. "For those of you who have
just met Pete, he is what is technically called a cum-hound. He can't get
enough of the stuff. It is an obsession but it can be an attractive
obsession."

"I am neat and discrete," Pete said. "I have to confess that I am not
looking for true love, I'm just after a mouthful of your man spunk. I take
it all. Do not worry about post orgasmic drool.  When I am done there will
be nary a drop left in your balls."

Pete dropped to his knees and licked my cock. That was the starting shot
for all of the men to have some fun. Pete was no virgin and was both
skilled and enthusiastic. I assumed he would get me off quickly, but he
took his time. I was used to quick blowjobs. The slow and easy approach
with a man I had just met was new to me. It was intimate and
friendly. While it eventually ended with an intense orgasm, it was good and
almost beautiful.

Miller tapped Pete on his shoulder.  "May I cut in?" he asked. Pete pulled
off and Miller took his place. "Do you like to sixty-nine?" he asked.

"I sure do," I said.  He got on the floor. I fed him my cock and then bent
over to sample his. Miller had an uncut, beer can and he was already
drooling percum. I had to admit the flow turned me on. Miller was not
casually interested in sex. He was ready.

"Nice home brew," Miller said. "Pete usually gets a guy going big time. I
see he has you all warmed up." He swallowed my entire cock and I almost
shot off.

"I'm going to cum," I whispered.

Miller pulled away and Pete returned to take my load. He loved it.  After
taking every drop. he stood and I leaned over to suck him. Damn if he did
not shoot off in my mouth as soon as my lips enveloped his cock. If you
asked me what I would do before I had tasted Rufus' load several days
earlier, I would have said I would pull away and spit it out. That is not
what I did then or with Pete now. Sperm doesn't taste as good as precum
does, but it is thicker, warm and creamy. It was still warm from its stay
in Pete's balls.  Even though I had just shot off a minute earlier, as I
savored Pete's sperm I got hard again, really hard.

His cock head was sensitive and he tried to pull away. I held him close and
took every drop. When we finally pulled apart, Miller, who had been
watching, came over.

"That was a pretty sight. You look like you are ready to go again," he
observed as he glanced at my cock.  Tony came over.  I had guessed they
were lovers, but had not guessed they liked threesomes. I sixty-nined with
Tony as Miller fucked him. Tony had buns of steel and a tiny hole.  It was
hard to believe Miller's beer can would fit and even harder to believe Tony
would enjoy it as much as he did.

Since I was sucking his cock I could both watch him take the cock and taste
him react. Miller shot off. Seconds later Tony popped.  I took my second
load of the night. His semen was almost hot and sweeter than Pete's cream.
They were both intensely masculine men and both uninhibited sexually. I
felt pleased they allowed me to share their most intimate moments.

Looking back, I should have been shocked. I was too excited at the time. I
forgot to be shocked. When I drove home, I figured I would feel guilty the
next day. I had been acting like a fag slut. That did not happen. Instead,
I dreamed of doing it again. I don't have many sex dreams, but this was a
good one.

I was on duty Sunday. The hailstorm had caused minor damage, but some
campers were shocked and uneasy. It was a busy day.  When I got off duty I
called Rufus and thanked him for inviting me to dinner an introducing me to
his friends. "They were nice guys," I said.

"They liked you a lot too," Rufus replied. "I mentioned that I liked fun
loving, no drama men. You fit in well."

"I enjoyed it," I said. "I did get carried away. I hope it didn't give
anyone the wrong idea about me."

"Scotty, I think they liked you and liked being with you," Rufus said. "We
are all adults and none of us are exactly virgins. They like talking with
you, and they also liked you sexually."

"I'm not used to being that open about sex," I said.

"I understand. When I was teaching, I had to be circumspect my sexual
tastes. I am not much into younger men and not at all into minors. That was
lucky for me," Rufus explained. "I like full grown men who aren't on the
delicate side. Over the years, I have found some good friends, and most
became friends with benefits. You may have noticed that none of them are
shrinking violets."

"We get together as a group from time to time, but they also drop by for
solo action when they have time. Miller said he's like to get to know you
better," Rufus continued. "Would you have a problem with that?" I told him
that would be fine.

Meeting Rufus and his friends caused a major change in my sex life. It
would be more correct to say I developed a sex life.  Before Rufus, it had
been sporadic in the extreme.  Increased sex was good, but I had not
realized it would make a major transformation in my life in general. I now
had gay friends I could talk with and hangout with. I did not need to hide
my sexual tastes from them and I could relax.

Miller tended to like sex, but Len, Tony and Rufus liked to talk and just
socialize before, during and after sex. There was another aspect of my new
friendships that was good for me. I had assumed gay men were like the media
stereotypes. I thought they were all flamboyant.  Gays tended to be into
drag or dressed in chain-covered leather in movies. Rufus and his friends
were regular, hard working men.  They were like me.

I still had a hard time meeting new men on my own. I was too shy to make a
pass at a man.  Rufus and Miller had good gaydar and they added to my
circle of friends and playmates.  If they found someone they thought I
would like, they arranged to introduce him to me.  Miller found Wally, a
state DEQ man. Wally was a big teddy bear type man who was happy in the lab
and in the field. His strong suit was testing for toxins.

He was the youngest son of a big family. He lived with his mother and was a
member of the Rescue Squad. He was shockingly shy, even by my
standards. Wally was also really nice. He had a beaver sized beard and
looked over, but he was six years younger than I was.

He was built like a brick and looked fat, but was mostly muscle. Until you
came to know him he had the personality of a brick. I had met him before as
a member of the rescue squad.  After Miller told me about him, I asked him
over for a beer.  We ended up in bed. At first, he was shy and
undemonstrative, but his cock was rock hard and oozing buckets.

Until I met Rufus, I had not realized I like precum.  It tasted good, but
more importantly it indicated that my playmate was into it. Wally was into
it big time. The first time we played, I sucked him to completion and took
his load. He shot so much I almost choked. No one had done that to him
before Wally loved it.

The second time we connected I fucked him. That was okay but not as
good. We talked and he told me the bottom wasn't his favorite thing.  I
then sat on his cock and Wally had a new favorite thing. It was just as
good for me. He had a nice cock and it was a perfect fit.

I have since realized that Wally always shot a huge load.  When I sat on
it, I could feel him squirting; it tickled my ass.  That was a new
sensation for me. Afterwards Wally asked me not to tell Miller he was not
much into the bottom. "I like him, and he likes fucking a lot. I don't want
to discourage him." At the time, it seemed strange to me.  Miller was
aggressive and tended to dominate. He was not a bully; it was just his
nature.  Wally wanted to please him.