Date: Sat, 1 Aug 2020 10:53:33 -0400
From: Bob <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The New Age Labs

The New Age Labs
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


The New Age Labs were established by Dr. Wilson Jones in 2001. They were
small but profitable operation Dr. Jones died in 2009, and his assistant
Rodney Jones bought the business. Rodney was not related to Wilson.

The Labs collected sperm for laboratory use and for use for artificial
insemination. To ensure that all sperm was disease free, they were strict
about testing. Some men volunteered, but most were paid. Rodney Jones'
partner, Dr. Milburn Thompson, was a psychiatrist and counselor. Milburn
and Rodney were wealthy men and their interest in sperm was both medical
and recreational. The labs never advertised or solicited donations.

The Labs grew to buy a former rest home.  It was an older home for the
elderly consisting of an impressive house and a two-story bedroom wing to
the rear. Donors were sent to a first-floor bedroom to make the donation.

The business developed two specialties. One was for medical uses of sperm
and the other was counseling men with sexual problems.  Some donors' sperm
was not well suited for artificial insemination. The first floor of the
building was medical. The second floor was counselling. Thompson's
specialty was working with sexually ambivalent men, closet cases.

Thompson realized human sexuality is not either gay or straight; it is not
a black or white situation. There are gradations and quirks. A gay man may
fall in love with a particular woman, but not be sexually attracted to
women in general. A straight man may be intensely attracted to a man, but
not all men. A mostly gay man can deeply love his family, and still desire
sex with men.

While being a "closet case" is usually a term of derision, Dr. Thompson
thought it was a normal condition in many cases. After working with
ambivalent men for years, he realized these men's biggest problem was
engaging in risky sex.

The upper floor of the New Age Labs was all but unused. Thompson decided to
experiment and develop it as a safe place for men to have sex. A client
could rent an upper level room with a friend, or he could have a friend
provided by the Lab. The man who used the room paid a fee for the room, not
for the man. The New Age Lab house was on a large, heavily landscaped
lot. Privacy was insured.

Milburn and Rodney moved in different social circles. They knew men who
might be interested in their services. There was no need to advertize. It
was all word of mouth. The labs ability to test for health problems was
appealing.

I am Dudley Dooley; Rodney is an old friend. We were not exactly friends. I
guess it would be more correct to say were sex buddies. The sex came first,
the friendship came later. For a long time, my real job was taking care of
my invalid mother. I worked as the night clerk at a local hotel and was the
man at the counter at the public library in the daytime. I am a light
sleeper and can take catnaps at any time and appear to be alert seconds
later.

When my mother died, I gave up the hotel job and worked for Rodney. He put
me in charge of quality control of Lab. All sperm had to be approved by lab
technicians. Our donors were a mixed group. There were men who needed cash.
There were men looking to find themselves.  We had a number of men who were
retired or worked odd hours and were looking for a way to get off and be
paid for it.

Of course, killing time reading a newspaper and killing time by getting
sexually excited and shooting off are different. Orgasms are obviously
attractive, and are universally attractive to both gay and straight men.

From my personal life I was surprised at the number of straight men had no
problem with a blow job. It was exciting, quick, and resulted in an
orgasm. No one ever got pregnant and you didn't need to take the guy out
for dinner. No one ever wanted to get married.

We never needed to specify the services our men provided for visitors on
the second floor. Somehow, it seemed that most men were fully aware of the
possibilities. Officially our men were paid staff members, mostly
janitorial of grounds keepers. All personal services were free. The costs
were solely for the rooms.

Some patrons came with a friend for an hour of relaxation and release. Each
room had a small bath with a shower. Of course, all of the doors had locks
for privacy. Some of the guests left the doors partially open if they were
looking for companionship or were accepting of additional companions.

I was placed in charge of the second floor, I checked on the guests
regularly. I am an ordinary looking guy with a slightly over sized cock and
a tendency to be flexible sexually. I made sure every visitor was
satisfied, happy and did what I can to help achieve pleasure. Our guests
discovered that sex in a safe place with a safe man was anxiety free and
much more enjoyable. The rest of their lives became more relaxed

I never planned for that to be my role, but I was surprised when I
discovered that many men were inclusive in their sexual interests. Pleasure
is not the sole preserve of couples, but can include trios, quartets, and
quintets. Once and a while a group the size of a small chamber orchestra
can be involved. Those typically occur on weekends.

My life changed dramatically when my house burned down. It was an attached
duplex, and the other half of the house burned and took my house with it. I
was away so I wasn't hurt. The attached duplex was owned but a local firm
nick-named Sleaze, Ball & Son. They didn't maintain their properties
without a court order.

Much to my surprise they offered me a half million for my house that was
appraised at $200,000.00. The residents of the burned house apparently had
a partially constructed meth lab in the basement. The owners didn't want
any investigation. I got an additional $200,000.00 from my insurance
company, so I was homeless but well off.

Milburn offered me a bedroom at the lab.  I spent a good portion of my time
there anyway. It was convenient for me and it gave me time to leisurely
find a new place to live. The large room had been a storage room and was
easily converted to a bedroom. I was next to a large six-man shower where
one might make new friends. This was quite popular.

Our first employee was Woodrow, an insatiable, bear like man. While he was
sexually driven, he was happy gently nursing a cock to an orgasm. His cock
was thick so when he fucked, he used his cock to massage a sphincter open
and then leave his sperm as a thank you gift. He liked ordinary, nice guys
and their cocks, a wasn't looking for movie star good looks.

Woodrow did odd jobs, so he might visit the Labs at any time. He ejaculated
sweet, thick cum that was admired by many of the patrons. He tended to like
big, hairy men.

Gay men come in many shapes and sizes. As a general rule, big hairy men are
not considered desirable. That was not a problem for Woodrow. Woodrow
wasn't looking for a partner, he just enjoyed sex with men. That was a
perfect match for a closeted businessman. Woody described his playmates as
being straight with gay cocks and balls. He said they became flaming
faggots while they were shooting off or draining his balls.

Woodrow's pal was Sinbad, a giant, tattooed muscle man. He was
intimidating, but he craved cocks plowing his ass. He loved to be in his
back with his legs in the air as a cock played tag with his prostate. He
was happiest when he was sucking one guy as another guy fucked him.

Woodrow and Sinbad had another attractive trait. While they were openly
interested in sex, they didn't seem too aggressive. A first-time visitor
knew they were available, but they weren't pushy. Our other regular
employees were Dusty and Bronco. They looked and sounded like extras in an
old time Western Movie. They were partners and artists. Dusty was a
painter. Bronco was a sculptor. They wanted a job with irregular hours that
paid enough to put food on the table. Dusty had a jogger's body, thin,
tall, and elegant. Bronco was a wrestler type, short, muscular, and
massive.

To say their partnership was open, under states the case. Bronco told me
that sex with other men gave Dusty a chance to paint. When they were
together, they tended to fuck like rabbits and didn't get much work
done. Dusty was hairy. Bronco smooth.

We had numerus customers. Some men had regular out of town trips that they
could extend to visit us. Others visited when their wives were out of
town. Some came after golf. One minister visited the sick and worked us
into his schedule. Sometimes a two-hour gap between night school classes
was useful.

Of course, the customers were nervous for the first visits. I talked to
Darwin who was one of the first visitors and a Vice President of a bank. He
had been with both Woody and Bronco and had enjoyed it. He had never
experienced low stress gay sex. His playmates had been preapproved by
Milburn, and here he was safe where no one would discover him.

Darwin had been a collegiate football star but had gone to seed. That
didn't bother Woody or Bronco. Darwin's cock was still impressive, and he
liked playmates didn't "look gay." Darwin was able to relax and enjoy the
men.  I talked with Bronco who said Darwin was nice and had opened his ass
for his cock. "He said it was a first for him, but I had my doubts. He got
pretty enthusiastic, but my cock is a friend maker," Bronco explained.

The next time I saw Darwin he had former football buddy with him, Bob. They
visited Woody and spent an hour exchanging cum. Woody produced the
champagne of sperm, sweet and plentiful. Woody was also a perceptive man
and realized Darwin wanted Bob's home brew. It turned out that Woody's cock
up Bob's ass inspired Bob's precum flow, which eventually became a
full-scale orgasm, a treat for Darwin. Since doctors' ran the place
everyone was heathy so having sperm on the menu was not a problem.

I was showering when Darwin and Woody they visited the gang shower for the
first time. I was there with Larry who was a lab assistant with a taste for
cock and his friend Marcus. Larry looked like a delicate, fragile boy and
Marcus looked like the Missing Link's grandfather.

You could not have come up with a more varied group of men. I now realize
that an interest in gay sex can cause a sense of brotherhood. It might be
the universal brotherhood of man or, it might be just a group of men who
loved cocks. Somehow everyone got along well right away and were intimately
connected five or ten minutes later.

The room had multiple shower heads in a small area, so it was tight. Guys
bumped into each other. Anyone who has been in a male locker room knows
that touching another guy requires a lot of apologizing.  That wasn't true
here. I think for several men this shower room as the realization of a
fantasy. Here you could touch, fondle, stroke, and suck.  You were free to
do what you had only dreamed about for years.

Woody introduced Darwin to Larry. Larry said hello, and then dropped to his
knees and sucked Darwin's cock. Woody and Bronco got it on together,
leaving me alone.

Donny entered the showers. Donny was the nom-de-cock of Rev. D. Walford
Smith, a preacher of a large church. I didn't know him, but I knew of
him. He was thin and almost deathly pale. I'm not sure he had ever been in
daylight. He came over to me, bent over and swallowed my entire
cock. Somehow, I knew mine wasn't his first cock.

Donny did a good imitation of a high-powered vacuum cleaner. My cock was
down the throat of a master cock sucker. Marcus was behind me looking for a
warm, dark place to store his cock. Don saw him and said, "I don't mind
entertaining on the back porch, but I think your cock is in a different
weight class than I am used to."

Marcus laughed. "I like a man who knows his limits. Now, Dudley had a nice
tool. I bet his cock would fit," he said.  Somehow five minutes later my
cock head was in Donny's ass, trying to coax its way past his sphincter. I
was sure I wasn't the first. His ass was lubricated. I assumed that virgins
rarely were rarely lubricated their asses for a tea party.

Several other men wanted to use the shower, so we dried off and went to my
bedroom.  I am not sure if an orgy is wild, crazed sex or if is the number
of participants. I wouldn't say the men were sex crazed, but I think all
activities were directed towards orgasms. It seemed to me the men were
willing to share their cocks, asses, and mouths. The sharing included the
sticky and creamy residue of orgasms.

I was sucking Donny as Marcus entered my ass. Marcus' cock was oversized
and stretched my anus. He was strong enough the shove it anywhere he
wanted, but he took his time and eased it into me. Donny liked the view and
his drooling cock reflected his excitement. Marcus didn't fuck you. His
cock was like am occupying army. I felt as if I was just a part of him.

That night I realized this had been my Sunday School teachers' worst
dream. I had trouble sorting out my feelings about it. Some of it was a
blur; some was crystal clear. My Sunday School images of an orgy was of
depraved men and women in a sexual frenzy. No one got pregnant at the party
in my room.  I was sure that no virgin lost his virginity at the party
either.

The next day everything was back to normal. I spent the day at the library
and got back to the lab at five. You entered the sperm bank from the
front. There was a separate entrance off to the side for the upper level.
As I walked by the sign-in desk, Dr. Thompson called me into this
office. He introduced me to Lloyd, a thirty-five-year old man. Like me,
Lloyd had been all but enslaved to his elderly parents who had just
recently died.  My life with my mother had been wild and crazy compared to
his life.

I took Lloyd to my room and we talked.  There were several sexual episodes
with men in his life, but they were separated by years, and had been quick
hook-ups. He had met with an older cousin at a funeral and had seen cocks
at highway rest stops. He had a couple of quick interludes as a college
student and some scary ones in a local park.

I told him that the men at the lab were nice guys and not aggressive. I had
a feeling his parents had done a job on him. I got him to strip and go to
the shower with me. While nudity had bad associations for Lloyd, showering
to be clean was good. He was thin, pale, and embarrassed by his hairy
chest. Marcus was the only man showering.

Marcus was not embarrassed at being hairy. Marcus wasn't shy either. Are
you new here?" he asked of Lloyd. Lloyd nodded. "Welcome to the New Age
Labs," he said as he dropped to his knees and swallowed Lloyd's cock. Lloyd
was too shocked to move. By the time he got his wits back, Marcus' sucking
had worked its magic.  Lloyd took all of Lloyds' cum and it was obviously
pleasurable for Lloyd. He went home after that.

Marcus and I finished the shower and we went to my room. Marcus wasn't my
type, but I said I would like to sample his cock. Of course, that was fine
with him. I planned to take a few quick licks, but once I started, I
couldn't stop. I got a bit carried away, and he told me I had been an
unexpectedly good bottom.

He had fucked me earlier, but that had been a polite, social fuck. This
time he was more vigorous and was into it. I got into it too. I was less
tense than before, and the cock seemed almost friendly. Marcus seemed to be
exploring my ass, and it seemed to be stimulating new areas. It was big and
I thought it totally occupied me.  I was wrong about that.  There was room
for his massive sperm dump. For the first time I felt it was a gift. I
wasn't just a used cum receptacle.

Two days later Lloyd returned with a friend, Norman. Norman was handsome
and nervous. Lloyd asked for me at the door, so I told them to come to my
room. I talked with them and realized they were in love but had not
sexually connected. In some ways Norman made Lloyd seem like a
sophisticated man of the world. Norman was timid and shy.

I decided to be direct. I thought that pussyfooting around the subject of
sex was going to waste time and effort. The Labs were a place for sex,
pleasure, and relaxation not discussion. Norman told me he knew that, but
he wasn't sure that that entailed. He didn't know what gay sex was, and he
didn't know how to do it.

I suggested that we go to the showers. The men there knew the ropes. "Many
of them are exhibitionists so they will not mind if you watch. I also told
him that we had to be nude in the shower. "Everyone there will be naked
too," I explained.

Norman was handsome, but he was better looking naked. He was in good shape
and well endowed. He was nervous, but I told him he looked great.

"I assume you are close. The men here are friendly. Will you guys be
insulted if a stranger sucks you? Are you a couple?" I asked.

"We are not a couple yet," Lloyd said.

"Sex is fun, and most of us are looking for recreational sex. No one is
planning to marry you," I explained.

We went next door to the shower room. Phil, a retired schoolteacher, was
there talking to Larry. New men were always exciting, and a handsome man
was doubly so. I introduced Lloyd and Norman. Larry chatted but Phil
dropped to his knees and alternated sucking both of them.  Phil was a
distinguished older man and not the sort of man you would expect to be so
forward.

Norman was nervous but he was fully erect too. "You said the men were
friendly here," Norman said to me.

Phil looked up. "I was an unmarried school teach for thirty years. I had to
be careful about every comment and movement. Now I'm free and can have some
fun," Phil said. "Are you okay?"

"I'm more than okay," Norman said, "I'm afraid I may shoot off."

"Has anyone taken your load in the mouth?" Phil asked. Norman nodded. He
kept on sucking, but Lloyd joined him. The shared Norman's load. Lloyd
stood and kissed Norman. Phil began to suck Lloyd who soon unloaded in
Phil's mouth.  When Phil stood the three of them kissed and shared the
loads in Phil's mouth. It's hard to underestimate the drive of men in
heat. Lloyd and Norman became regular visitors.