Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2018 21:09:31 -0400
From: bldhrymn@yahoo.com
Subject: The Motel

The Motel
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
bldhrymn@yahoo.com

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It is a long drive from Richmond to Bristol, Virginia. I am Briscoe
Stewart, a salesman for Dominion Pipe & Fittings, and I make the trip four
times a year. Since I make stops in Lynchburg, Roanoke and Wise it takes a
full day or more. If I have a big sale it can take several days. It was a
successful day for me, so I was running late.

I was on a two-lane road and I needed something to eat and somewhere to
sleep. There seemed to be more deer on the road than cars when I came up to
the Ponderosa, a motel with a restaurant. It was a 1970s type motel with a
rustic, cowboy theme. I decided to give it a try. The room was standard,
but clean. The restaurant was open and busy.  I assumed there was no
competing motel in the area.

It was not a gourmet style dining experience was it was well cooked,
plentiful and inexpensive. I was relaxing when I paid more attention to the
clientele. It seemed to be all male. I wondered if it was some group like
the Elks who met here. It took a few minutes to realize it wasn't an Elks
group.

I have quiet life. I live in suburban Richmond about a mile from my
parents. They are in their mid-70ies now and have some health
problems. They were never that compatible, but dad was successful, and each
had many close friends.  They tended to live independently. Mom was big in
women's clubs and dad golfed.  They both loved me and that was great for
me.

I have a degree in Civil Engineering, and while I am a salesman, I also
consult and advise. When you buy site or water control products from me,
everything is right. Every accessory and every piece of equipment is
right. I am a bit anal retentive and contractors and government agencies
know that. The equipment and supplies are expensive but getting everything
right is important for my clients.

While my house and lifestyle are modest, I am on commission, and my
commission on a million dollars of equipment is impressive.  Mom and Dad
take care of my house, along with their maid and yardman. Since I am away
most of the time, they aren't intrusive, but they are there.

I don't really have a social life. I have one pal from High School,
Buster. We were on the football team together and we shared a common sexual
interest in each other. I am an average dumpy guy. While I am muscular, the
muscles are arranged to make me a tackle, not a centerfold in a muscle
magazine. Buster looks like the missing link, if the missing link was
scary. He works as a supervisor on the city crew of ditch diggers.

Buster leads by example and isn't afraid to get dirty. When a trench
collapsed and trapped men, Buster's crew got them out. They could dig fast
and carefully, and Buster got a medal form the city. Buster and I would get
together every month or so and do what Buster referred to as making sure
the pipes were clear.

After eating at the Ponderosa, I went to my room. It was just beginning to
get dark. The room had a sitting area to the rear with a sliding door.  I
open the drapes and discovered the motel rooms faced a swing pool. Several
men were in the pool and it looked as if several were nude.

I admit my curiosity got the upper hand of my discretion.  I opened the
sliding door and went out. A man came up to me. "Are you a new member?" he
asked. "I'm Doug, the president of the West Bears group."

"No. I just have a room for the night," I said. "I'm Briscoe Stewart." We
shook hands. "What are the West Bears?"

"I guess you could say we are guys who tend to be on the beefy side," he
replied. "The men like to have some fun. You are welcome to join us. The
dress code is a bit informal.  I hope that doesn't bother you?"

"I'm not sure about that," I replied.

Doug glanced at my crotch. I was hard. He smiled. "The guys are mostly
country boys who like to have fun. No one puts on airs. We are friendly and
laid back.  There are no demands or requirements. You can sit back and
watch or join in. It's up to you." Doug said.

I didn't have any intention of joining in, but somehow, I stripped and went
to the pool. I am a big guy, bald, bearded and hairy. I though of my self
as being sort of hairy, compared to Buster. Most of the West Bears weren't
as hairy as I am, and most seemed to like my looks a lot. They were
friendly and welcoming.

They weren't shy either. I am heavy, but not as heavy as many of the men,
and my cock was bigger than most. A man named Rufus was sort of the leader
of the pack and he took me aside. Rufus was tall, furry and almost
thin. "Are you a new member?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I was just passing through."

"I guess you've figured out the lay of the land. I also guess this is much
more intense than you are used to. You don't need to go with the
flow. Don't do anything that you don't want to do. This party is for fun,
and if it not good for you, don't do it. Don't worry we all understand."

"I don't really know," I mumbled.

"You don't need to be shy either. This group gave me first opportunity to
get into real, heavy duty sex. I was shocked the first time I was here, but
by the time I went home I was the happiest man in Virginia. I loved
it. Naked men can't hide their feelings," he added as he looked at my erect
cock. "I guess you are embarrassed, but you have nothing to be embarrassed
about. You cock is in blue ribbon territory at the county fair, if you get
my drift. You can make a lot of men happy if you are into it."

"Are you into it?"  I asked.

Rufus smiled. "I sure as shit am!" he replied. Several men came over to us
who Rufus introduced as Bill, Tom and Elton. Bill and Tom were big bears,
Elton was what Rufus described as an otter. He was small, slim and hairy. I
talked with them as Elton dropped to his knees and began to suck me.

"Being able to carry on a sensible conversation while a guy is sucking you
is a useful skill here, "Tom said. "You might not think it, but it's an
easy skill to acquire!"

 	"Elton likes big men and he's both skilled and accommodating," Bill
added. Bill said he was a lumberjack who worked for the Park service. Bill
was the mayor of a nearby village. Elton was the police, fire and rescue
squad dispatcher. Rufus went off leaving me with the three men.  We went to
the pool. Bill and Tom were wearing swimming trunks, which they took off
before getting in the water. I wasn't used to being naked in a group, so I
was less nervous in the water.

	Elton stayed near me and a man named Tobias joined us. Tobias was a
police man and one of Elton's pals. "The word is out that you're sporting a
beauty," he said. "Since you are "new meat" I came over in case you are
threatened by a stampede."

	I laughed, "I doubt that would be a problem. I'm an average guy," I
replied.

"This is a bear group. You are tall and less that 250 pounds. That make you
petite in this group. Your tool is flirting with a meaty 8 inches. Let's
just say that contributes to your allure," Tobias said. "Now, Elton here is
small, but he's a spark plug. He knows how to get the engines running for
every man here."

"You make me sound like a slut!" Elton complained.

"You're 5% slut. 95% of the time Elton is a straight arrow who doesn't even
tell a dirty joke. He works hard and fortunately for us he sure plays hard
too," Tobias said. Tobias was an in shape middle-aged man. I was sitting on
the edge of the pool.  Tobias leaned over and sucked my cock. The three of
us had a good time. Even though there were only a few lights and it was
dark it seemed strange to be openly having sex.

I looked around and saw there was a lot of activity and 75 to 85% of it was
sexual. In one of the brighter areas, Tom was in a sling with Rufus gently
fucking him. I had never fucked with Buster. A big Black man came over to
them. He tapped Rufus on the shoulder. Rufus pulled out of Tom and the
Black man's cock refilled Tom's hole. Rufus and the Black man chatted. It
seemed casual, but I could tell the Black man was working up to a climax.

Tobias stood up and we watched together. "It's pretty quiet for the first
hour or so," he said. "Most of the men like to build up a nice head of
steam. The fireworks begin later. Some men only have one shot, so they save
up. Other guys can pop several times."

"I've never fucked guy," I whispered, "I've never been fucked either."

"I would guess 80% of the men here fuck. There area a few size queens
too. If you connect with them, Christmas will come early," Tobias
said. "For your information, my cock is long and thin. Guys tell me it's a
good cock for first timers."

"Thank you for your offer," I said. "I'll keep that in mind."

Tobias leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, "Everyone here thinks
they have a good cock for the first time. the only difference is the length
of the fuse. I can go ten minutes before I pop. Rufus pops in five minutes;
Elton can go for fifteen."

"You know the men well," I remarked. While had no intention of fucking or
getting fucked, I thanked Tobias for the information. We got out of the
pool and Tobias introduced me to his friends. They were varied but tended
to be hairy and beefy. He explained that Otters were thin, hairy men and
Chasers were smooth men who were into bears. None of them had movie star
like good looks, unless you like pirate movies or westerns featuring guys a
run-down saloon.

When that thought popped into my mind, I laughed to myself. I did like the
stripped to the waist Pirate type. While they seemed to specialize in
burying treasure, I suspected they knew how to have a good time with the
all-male crew.

We reached Tom who was still in the sling. Looked as if he was lounging is
a chaise lounge at the country club, except his ass was on view. His hole
dribbled sperm. Tobias went to him and skipped his thin tool into the
well-used hole.

Tom moaned and said, "Sometimes the oldies are goodies."

"Are you worn out?" Tobias asked.

"No, I'm feeling mellow," Tom replied. "I'm relaxed. Is my hole too relaxed
to be good for you?"

Tobias laughed.  "Tom, my new friends are Briscoe. He is new to the scene,
an anal virgin. I'm afraid this may be too open and public for him."

Tobias had a gentle rhythm of thrusts. He would make two small thrusts,
followed by deep poke. Tom obviously enjoyed it. His cock was rock
hard. Watching them fuck was inspirational. I was just as hard as Tom.

Tobias pulled out and stood back. "Briscoe, do you want to give old Tommy a
poke. He ripe and receptive. I had no intention of fucking Tom, so I was
surprised when my cock slid into Tom's hole. My cock had a mind of its own
and Tom's ass was magnetic.

I would have pulled out if it hadn't felt so good. I couldn't really think
straight. His ass was tight and seemed to firmly grip my cock. It was hot
and slippery sperm lubricated his fuck tunnel. His ass was open, tight and
slippery. My cock could feel when it rubbed the good spots is his ass.
"I'm going to cum I cried after a few minutes. I tried to pull away, but
Tobias was behind me held me in.  I unloaded in Tom's rear.  Tom moaned as
I shot off and seconds later he began to shoot off. It was as if my cock
was reloading him as he spurted his creamy load.

It was over way too soon, and I couldn't understand exactly what had
happened, but I knew it was good, or more correctly spectacular. The
interlude wasn't over after all. When I pulled out, a scrawny, bearded
hillbilly type dropped to his knees and sucked my still drooling
cock. Somehow, when he held me to steady himself, one of his fingers
touched my hole.

I was startled, but suddenly I was ejaculating again. The hillbilly acted
as if he had discovered gold, eating every drop. I hadn't guessed I could
shoot off again. When I stopped shooting the guy rose.

"I don't get the high test often," he said. "It's usually watery cock
drool.  This was a treat."

"Briscoe, this is Bobby-Joe. He's a nice guy, even though he looks like
something the cat dragged in," Tobias said.

"Daddy always said that I am the reason most guys close their eyes when
having sex," Bobby-Joe said. He thought that was funny, not an insult.

Another bearded, scrawny Hillbilly joined us. He was obviously related to
Bobby-Joe. "Now Tobias, you know Bobby is the best-looking guy in our
family. He also the friendliest.  His brothers aren't the type you can take
to meet company. They lack refinement," the man said.

"Briscoe this is Bobby-Joe's Uncle Newton. I think they are the only
members of the clan who haven't spent time in jail," Tobias said.  Newton
looked ordinary except he was horse hung.  I was drained, but I discovered
I had a short recharge time mostly courtesy of Newton horse cock. Newton,
Tobias, Elton and I got into it again.

I didn't know any of them, so it was pure sex, without any affection or
strings attached. I discovered that enthusiasm and good attitude can make
up for affection. I was excitedly eating Newton's cum directly from his
spurting cock when I realized what I was doing. If I had first seen Newton
on the street I would had steered clear of him. I also found out that once
you like a man's cock, you soon get to like the rest of him. The party
dissipated around ten, but I exchanged telephone numbers an e-mail
addresses with Doug, Rufus, Bobby-Joe and Tom.

The rest the business trip was successful. When I got home and back to the
office I was shocked to find my company had been sold to a larger firm from
Baltimore. Three months later I was unemployed. I had been well paid, but
the new company assigned my territory to the nephew of the new President. I
would have been unhappy about that if I hadn't been paid for years of
overtime and profit sharing. I decided to take it as a lump sum instead of
installments. A year later the firm was bankrupt. For some reason the
decision to fire the best sales people and replace them with relatives was
not a success.

At about the same time, my father had a heart attack and died during this
period, and my mother died three months later. This was a blow, but I was
without attachments and obligations for the first time in my life. Buster
was a help. He had lost his parents a few years earlier and was knew what
to do with funeral arrangements and dealing with estates and lawyers.

Doug called me to tell me about other bear events. I told him about my
situation and it was a bad time. He asked if I wanted to know about other
events in the future and I said yes. He said he would continue to call
me. He called once a month and his calls made for a break in this difficult
part of my life.

After my parents died I had a call from Bobby-Joe's Uncle Newton. He told
me his folks had died in an automobile accident a few years earlier. He had
been close and dependent of them. "I thought life as I had known it was
over.  When I met Doug and his pals I realized it was the beginning of a
different life," he said. "This may sound tacky, but finding new friends,
some with benefits, filled some gaps in my life. Sex made life exciting
again. You should come back for more of our parties."

"I seems too soon," I said.

"It is soon, but now is the time you need it. I don't want to brag, but
Bobby-Joe and I can make you feel good. All the guys would like to help you
out," Newton said.

"I suspected many of them were just interested in my cock," I said.

He laughed, "You sound like a pretty woman who avoids men because they are
only interested in their beauty. You are a good-looking man's man. If your
cock makes friends for you, take advantage of it."

I thought that was strange advice, but I got together with Buster to "clean
out our pipes," and discovered I felt better. I also told him about my
visit to the Ponderosa. I was afraid he would be mad at me messing with
other men. He was interested and excited. We had a second session and he
told my he would like to tag along on my next trip to the Ponderosa.

Two weeks later Buster and I were at the Ponderosa and met Bobby-Joe and
his Uncle Newton at the restaurant. The Bear Club was meeting the next
night, but Uncle Newton thought we might have a getting-to-know-you session
the night before with some of his pals. The party was at Newton's hunting
cabin a few miles away.

Two of Bobby-Joe's cousins, Willy and Doug were there with Uncle Caleb, who
was Newton's neighbor and a man they called the Rev. He was a part time
minister and the shop teacher at the school. Buster isn't a looker, but
none of the men were exactly male models. They were the more rustic members
of the club.

When I said that Buster looked like the missing link, I should have added
he was a muscular and well-endowed missing link. Buster was a bit shy, but
he didn't play hard to get. Bobby-Joes friends were out going and
friendly. Their "letting off some steam" was the same as our "checking the
pipes." At the cabin, all the men were naked, and it was as if we were
thrown into the deep end of the pool. As soon as we were erect, being naked
wasn't a problem.

I was with the Rev, a short, hairy, stocky man. He had big balls, but his
cock was enshrouded in thick foreskin. He went for my cock and soon we were
on the floor in the 69 position. I poked my tongue into the foreskin
pucker. His cock head popped out oozing thick, sweet precum. He was a
precum soda fountain. The ooze was an aphrodisiac and almost
intoxicating. Doug, one of the cousins, joined me licking the drool. "Don't
worry, there's enough for two," Doug said.

After a few minutes od sucking, Doug pulled away and said, "the Rev is a
bit of a slut. Would you like me to get him really revved up?"

"I like doing what I am doing," I replied.

"Just keep on milking him. You're not in the way," Doug replied. He lifted
the Rev's legs and shoved his cock deep into his ass, flooding my mouth
with precum. With each thrust I licked up more precum. It took about five
minutes for the Rev to shoot off. I took his load before we broke apart. I
was surprised when Uncle Newton kissed me, and we shared the Rev's sperm.

I realized this was an orgy, but it seemed relaxed and friendly. Everyone
was willing to give, take and share. We weren't just sharing sperm and
precum, we shared the excitement of orgasms, or own and our partners. I
could sense a man building up to a climax. I should have been
embarrassing. Our most intimate and private emotions and sensations were
public and shared by all. I loved it.