Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2020 11:13:01 -0400
From: Bob <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Apex Hardware

Apex Hardware and Building Supplies.
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 or bldhrymn@aol.com

I am William D. Williams III. Mom was a bit of a snob, and she thought
adding the third to my name would class up the family. Being a snob was one
of Mom's few flaws. She was a good, affectionate mother, supported dad, and
was a good friend to many. God has a sense of humor. I am universally known
as Billy-boy Wiliams.

My Father, Uncle and Grandfather were house builders who owned a building
supply business that developed into to a large operation. My Great Uncle
William Williams originally developed the business. He was called Willy
Williams.  I now run the building supply-hardware part of the business
while dad deals with the corporate aspects of the organization. Willy was a
bachelor and when he died it went to my father and then to me. I too am a
bachelor.

Willy was not handsome, and most people thought that was the reason he
never married. As for me, if a camel is a house assembled by a committee, I
am a man created by a committee. It's actually hard to put your finger on
what is exactly what is wrong with my appearance, but something is not
right. When I was a teen-ager, I heard that Willy Wilson and I shared
common sexual interests. These had a lot to do with our bad luck at
marriage.

Willy was a believer in good quality products for a good price. He also had
a pot of coffee and donuts available for his customers. His business was an
informal clubhouse for men who lacked the social graces. That doesn't
include all contractors and construction workers, but it included many.

We opened at 6:30 AM and closed at 7:00 PM, so if you needed something on
the way to work or after work, we were open. Willy lived above the store,
so he was always home if there was an emergency. I was Willy's favorite
nephew, and I spent a lot of time with him in the hardware store. That was
wonderful for a kid and by the time I was 16, I knew all there was to know
about hardware.

When I was 20, I ran into Willy's pal Wally in the men's room. We were at
the urinals and we had a little show and tell. I had played with guys my
age, but Wally was 50, brawny and hung. He told me there was a good place
in the back that was private.  We went there and he sucked me off. I knew
what he was doing, but I had never been sucked by a master. I returned the
favor and took his monster load.

Wally had other friends, Paul and Eddie who used the store and I soon met
them. Two years later Uncle Willy died and left the store to my dad with
the understanding I would run the store. A week after Willy's funeral, I
moved into his apartment over the store.

Wally, Paul, and Eddie came to see me in the apartment. Wally explained
that Uncle Willy shared my sexual interests. Through the years he found
like-minded friends, and they had some really good times in the apartment.

"Billy-boy, we were hoping you wouldn't mind some friendly visitors and
continue the tradition. They are all good guys even if some of us are
getting older."

"Exactly how friendly are the guys?" I asked.

"Not to beat around the bush, if you can do it with a mouth, a cock or an
asshole, they are into it," Wally said. "It's all cock sucking, ass fucking
fun!"

"I would say it is much more fun, than refined and elegant," Paul
said. "The guys are into it big time."

I knew I should have said no, but sex with Wally, Paul and Eddie was
good. If I was to be completely truthful, it was better than anything I had
experienced before, way better. I didn't want to offend them, and I wanted
to know what the other men were like. Lust carried the day, and I said I
would like to meet the guys.

"If I said that meeting them might involve some sucking and fucking, would
that bother you?" Eddie asked.

I smiled and said that I kind of doubted that. I began to unbutton my
shirt. They were all watching me, and soon we were all naked and hard. The
apartment was on the back side of the main store, so the windows didn't
face on the street. The apartment was furnished in the Victorian style, and
the windows were covered by drapes and curtains. It was completely private.

Since I knew them all it was a pleasant interlude. It wasn't wildly
passionate, but somehow, we all exchanged sperm. We all enjoyed it.

Over the next two weeks guys came over to me and told me they were Wally's
pals. This was usually at the end of the day, and I would ask them if they
would like a beer or a drink. The first man to visit me was Patrolman
Smith. Smitty was the guy who patrolled the business district.

I had known him for years and he was best known for his success with
muggers and pickpockets. He was fiftyish, a bit dumpy, friendly, and
forgettable. At closing time on Friday, he came by and casually mentioned
he missed my Uncle, and he had been close with Wally. I asked if would like
some coffee. He said yes. Since the office pot was empty, I said I would
make a pot in my apartment. I locked up, and we went upstairs. We stripped
as soon as we were in the apartment.

I quickly discovered that under his ill-fitting clothes Smitty was in good
shape. He was already erect and immediately dropped to his knees and sucked
my cock. We soon switched to the sixty-nine position. While his cock was
average, it continuously oozed high-test precum, sweet and plentiful. I
know some guys don't ooze much, but I feel like I've done well when the
cock begins to drool.

We broke apart and I skewered myself on his cock. A few seconds later,
Smitty was twitching and his sperm was tickling my ass.

"I'm sorry, really sorry," he cried. "I had no idea I was so close!"

I tightened my sphincter's grip on his cock. He squirted a few more
times. "I'll just consider that as an indication of your sincere interest
in sex," I said.

"Your Uncle liked to watch it spurt. I always pulled out so he could see
it," Smitty explained.

"I'm not sure I have felt a guy squirting in me before," I said. "It was
good. Do you bottom too?"

He looked at my cock that was still hard. "Sort of, but you look a bit big
for me," he said sheepishly. We talked a while, and he dressed and left. I
had a feeling he had unexplored sexual potential.

Two days later the Newman brothers, Arlen and Devin stayed later. They were
county folk who ran small farm. They were almost caricatures of county
bumkins. They were also successful, and I wondered if they were country, or
just acting. Arlen mentioned that they used to party with my uncle. "We
live alone, and it was nice to meet other guys." I asked if they would like
to have a beer after I closed. They said yes.

Arlen was tall, bearded with dirty blond hair. Devin was shorter, heavier,
and more muscular. He had black hair. They were half-brothers with
different fathers. Charlie Newman raised them. He was their mother's third
husband. He was a decent man who adopted the boys after their mother ran
off with another man.

"Billy-boy, we don't need a beer. We would really like some sex if that's
on the menu," Devin said. "We're hoping that is what you want."

"I do like sex," I said. "Let's take it slow and see what happens." They
were already undressing. They weren't handsome men, but they had all the
physical traits of manly men in spades. Devin would make a male gorilla
look swishy. Arlen had a jogger's body, with Sam Elliot's body hair.  They
also seemed to think I was pretty and well hung. They spent most of their
time looking at my cock, not my face. It took fifteen minutes to overcome
any shyness between us. I'm not sexually aggressive, but I am
accommodating.

Arlen and Devin would go as far as they could sexually, but they seemed to
know what was too much. I wasn't new to man sex, but I wasn't that
experienced. They seemed to know that. Of course, I owned the play
pen. Uncle Willy had been much more into gay sex than I had guessed. He
seemed to have had the gift of being 100% gay, and no one in the straight
world guessed. He was just not the marrying kind, not a flaming faggot.

My opinion of Arlen and Devin changed when I saw their cocks. I realized
that while I tended to think my interest in men was just a preference, I
wanted their cocks, big time. Arlen had a long thin cock. Devin's was thick
and meaty. Both were uncut.

I got things off to a good start by dropping to my knees and sucking
Arlen. Devin moved closer so I could suck him too.

`I like a guy who plays hard to get," Arlen remarked. A few minutes later I
realized that the boys functioned together as a single man; a man with two
cocks. I was on a bed sucking Devin as he sucked me, and Arlen slid his
long member into me.

"You're doing fine, Arlen. Billy-boy is feeding me some first-rate cock
drool. You've got him going," Devin said. "I'll tell you when he's ripe." A
few minutes later they switched places and Devin's thick tool poked into my
ass. It was really tight until he popped through my sphincter. His knob
rammed my prostate.

I don't know how long he fucked me before he shot off. That pulled my
trigger as Arlen unloaded in my mouth. Arlen was taking every drop of my
sperm as I took his. We calmed down and Arlen kissed Devin. I joined
them. Neither Arlen nor I had swallowed, so we traded sperm.

"Billy-boy, you are a member of the family. You've been baptized and had
first communion," Devin said.

"Do I get to baptize you?" I asked.

"There is no need for that. Your uncle did that years ago," Arlen said.

"We do renew vows with some regularity," Devin added. Two happy men went
home that evening.

A long-time customer, Ralph Gooding, came over to me at closing time a few
days later. He was a real estate agent and small-time developer. He had
helped a number of contractors get their start on his projects. He bought
the materials up front, so they could use their fees to pay themselves and
their employees. If they did well, Ralph's recommendation was solid.

He was sixty or so now, and I had known him since I first worked at the
store. "I was close to your Uncle," he said. "Paul told me that we might
share some common interests?"

"I didn't know it at the time, but we were more alike than I realized," I
said. I asked him if would like a beer after I closed up. It was 3:00 in
the afternoon and said he would drop by at seven. He was nervous and I
wondered if he would show up.

He was still nervous when he returned at 7:00. We went upstairs and had a
beer.

"Your Uncle Willy was a good man and a good friend. Wally told me that you
know about Willy's extracurricular activities. I guess you know my ex-wife
was difficult. He helped me through that. I had to raise my sons without a
mother, and Willy was my relief valve," he said.

"They were two years ahead of me in school. They were good guys," I
said. "Have you found a new relief valve?"

"Let's just say I'm looking," he replied. "It's hard for me to think about
having sex with someone my sons' age. It makes me uneasy. I need to tell
you I'm not interested in an emotional relationship.  I want sexual relief,
to let off some steam. I know that's superficial, but that's the way things
are."

"I'm okay with that, but I don't like having sex with a log," I said.

"What if we are best buddies when we are naked and erect, and just business
acquaintances after the cum stops dribbling from our cocks?" Ralph
suggested.

I smiled and said, "That's fine with me." A few minutes later Ralph was
doing an imitation of a milking machine and he worked my cock. He was soon
getting quite enthusiastic.

He looked up at me and said my cock ooze tasted like my uncle's.

"Is that good?" I asked.

"It was the food of the gods," he replied. He relaxed some, but he was
still uneasy about having sex with a guy he had known as a kid. I shot
off. It was good, but not great.

The next week I encountered Ronny Doolittle. Ronny had been off the bottle
for ten years and now had a successful landscaping service. He had been a
terror as a teenager and as bad as bad can be until he had a near death
experience combining drugs and booze. He was in a hospital for a month and
in pain most of the time. The general opinion was that he had fried his
brains. Ronny had been a handsome man. He looked okay now, but you could
tell he was used.

He talked to me on the street and told me my Uncle had saved him. He said
there were close, really close. He said that Wally had talked with him and
that I might be able to help him out. I said I would do what I could. That
night he knocked on the outside door of my apartment. He said he wanted to
talk.

Ronny told me that he was 100% gay, and he took it badly when he was
younger. Uncle Willy taught him how to be a gay man and have a normal life
too. Willy said sex is a part of your life, and he introduced him to
normal, successful men who were cock suckers and ass fuckers. "I seemed to
have thought that being gay and trying to hide it from everyone was my
life," he explained. "Willy told me to have a normal life and treat sex
with men as a hobby."

"That worked?" I asked.

"Wally had parties here with normal men who were gay too," he said.  "Your
Uncle said sex was a great stress reliever. I thought if I played with
older guys meant I was a loser. Willy told me you can't tell how old a cock
is when it's up your ass."

"He was a philosopher," I said. We laughed. "Do you think you could tell
how old I am if I was fucking you?"

"I could try," he replied. "Do you think you could tell I was a drug addled
alcoholic from a long fuck?"

"Maybe we could do some experimenting," I said. He had been at work all day
so were took a shower. He was in good shape and tanned. That was the result
of his landscaping business. His cock was average. We played a little in
the shower but then went to the bedroom.

Ronny turned out to be a stealth fucker. He was relaxed, calm, and easy
going. He seemed to be nice, but nothing special until you suddenly noticed
you were a lot closer to an orgasm than you thought. Somehow it seemed that
he shot so much cum in me that he must have lost weight. He didn't lose his
erection until I shot off and I realized his tongue was in my ass, licking
up the cum drooling from my ass.

We showered again and I discovered Ronny had a recharging time of five
minutes. He was sucking me until I got hard again and shot off in his
mouth. When he went home, I was still a bit dizzy.

The next day Arlen came by and we talked. I said I had met Ronny. Arlen
smiled and said, "Did he surprise you?"

"It was a lot more than I expected," I replied. "It was more and better
than I would have thought."

"I'm not into bad boys," he added, "Ronny seems to be clean, sober and
horny. That combination works for me. We were chatting as a guy came by who
knew Arlen. The man looked like a caricature of a huge lumberjack. Arlen
introduced me to him. His name was Fred, but he was nicknamed Sawdust and
he was a lumberjack. Arlen had to go, but he told Sawdust that I was a good
guy, and he would like me a lot.

"He's kind of young," Sawdust murmured.

"The parts that count are pretty experienced," Arlen said as he walked
away.

Sawdust was after a specialty part for a chainsaw. He said it was an older
model but was prefect for his needs. I had been working at the store for
ten years and I knew where to find the parts. The durability and usefulness
of the chainsaw was almost legendary among the older lumber men. It was not
made by the original company and it was difficult to install. I gave him
two parts in case one broke during installation. I asked that bring the
extra part back if it wasn't needed.

Apparently being knowledgeable on replacement parts for a chain saw
impressed Sawdust. "Your Uncle and I got along well," he said as he rubbed
his crotch. I noticed and did the same. Sawdust smiled. "I was kind of
wondering if you and I might be simpatico?"

I leaned close to him, "If simpatico means you like to suck cocks and fuck
asses, you are right," I said. Sawdust traveled in a Winnebago. Half was
filled with his equipment: the other half was his home away from home. It
was cramped inside, but Sawdust and I discovered we could save space by
using my ass to store his cock.

Sawdust was a massive, crude looking man, but he was a careful, almost
delicate fucker. I sensed that he would get his entire cock in me, but he
took his time.

"I haven't fucked a guy in years," he said. "I forgot how good it was."

"You cock is huge," I moaned.

"Do you want me to pull out?" he asked.

"Shit no, I want it all!" I replied.

"Guys either love it or hate it. You're a lover," he said as he pushed
deeper. A little later in was all the way in. "Is there room for a big load
of sperm deep in your ass?" he asked.

I could hardly talk, but I managed to say there sure was space. Sawdust was
already shooting. All was well.