Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2000 07:11:50 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Jimmy, Me and whitey Part 5 Jimmy, Me and Whitey Part 5 By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@excite.com This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and no gesture toward common sense too. If you have any suggestion or comments, please e-mail me. We had just unfinished unpacking the car when an old, green Volvo arrived, driven by Coach. He got out. Another man emerged from the passenger side. "Whitey, Ed, I'd like you to meet an old college buddy of mine, Winslow Ames." Coach said. We all shook hands and said hello. Winslow was 40-45, tall, balding, with a carefully groomed mustache. What hair that was left was blond. He in shape but wasn't particularly muscular. He clearly was uncomfortable. For some reason he looked familiar, and his name rang a bell too. "Bring your stuff inside and settle down." Whitey said. "Coach, Ron and Jimmy will be here too if you don't mind." "No problem for me at all." Coach said. "Last New Year's eve was great. I told Winslow about it and he was interested. I told him that the next time he visited me we would try to get together. I really appreciate you asking us over on such short notice." "No problem for me and Eddie." Whitey chuckled. "If I remember correctly, we all had a good time!" I suddenly remembered who Winslow Ames was. He was a state senator, and was way up in the leadership in Albany. No wonder he looked uneasy. "I appreciate it." Winslow said. "Pete and I are old friends and have shared a lot of good times. Dropping in on perfect strangers isn't my style, but he assured me you wouldn't mind." "He's right about that." Whitey said. "I like meeting new guys." "We got along really well with Coach at Ron's party." I added. "We just don't seem to stay strangers for long." "I think it's the mountain air." Coach said. He winked at me. Whitey burst out laughing. "Oh, that's what it was. I knew it was something!" Whitey laughed again. "And I thought it was my charm and debonaire good looks!" We helped them get their stuff out of the car and into the camp. Whitey asked Coach to help him get the canoe into the water, so I was left with Winslow admiring the view from the rock overlooking the lake. It was a beautiful day. Late August can be early fall in the Adirondacks but this was a full-fledged summer day. It was in the mid eighties with not a cloud in the deep blue sky. "It's never this clear downstate." He said. "There is always a haze." "New Yorker's talk of Westchester County as if it was a northern wilderness." I said laughing. "Westchester looked like a city to me until I saw New York itself." Winslow looked concerned. "You know who I am?" He asked. My comment about Westchester must have let the cat out of the bag. "I knew I shouldn't do this. My ass will be fried if anyone ever found out." "I'm sorry if I scared you. Don't worry. None of us want to get into trouble either." I said. "Least of all, me. I may not be ashamed of my sexual interests, but it would really fuck up my life if it got out." I paused. "Everyone here is straight forward. We're all in the same boat." Winslow looked relieved. "I've lived in terror for years. I don't do much, too scared for that, but damn, I'd love to act on my desires just once." Winslow said. "Sometimes I feel like I am going to explode." "Well, this is the place to explode. No one around to see it or hear it. Only members of the team to help you enjoy it." I said. "I couldn't believe how good it was the first time I got together with Whitey and Jimmy here." "That's what Pete said." Winslow added. "Do you mind getting ... together with older guys?" "Love it." I said. I looked at him. He was looking at me with longing in his eyes. I realized he liked younger men. "I like older guys. Jimmy is a friend, but not as exciting as Whitey or Coach. You call Coach, Pete?" "Yes he was always Pete in college." Winslow said. Whitey and Pete came up from the water and Whitey said it was time for a swim. Winslow turned to go to the camp. "Winslow!" Pete called. "Nude swimming only. This isn't Coney Island!" We all stripped and jumped in the water. We had splashed around for a while when Ron, Jimmy and Carlton appeared on the rock ledge above us. "Are we late?" Jimmy bellowed. "It looks like the party had already started!" "Get naked and get wet!" Whitey yelled. They were in the water in seconds. Everyone got acquainted or re-acquainted in the water. Winslow seemed to relax. Nudity makes all guys equal in rank at least. I hadn't been able to see Winslow's equipment, but his body was a shock. He was very well groomed and dapper with clothes on. He was a blond gorilla under. I had never seen so much hair on a man's body. It was long, could be combed and parted, if he wished, and was dirty blond. It had been shaved above his collar, and with a long sleeve shirt and pants, there had been no hint of it. "Whitey." Ron said. "I brought Carlton. I hope you don't mind?" "I made him bring me." Carlton said. "I couldn't believe how good New Years was! Ron had no choice. I threatened him!" "No problem for us. You'll need to share a bed with someone through!" Whitey said. "And just don't eat much!" He was smiling. "If worse comes to worse, I'll subsist on cum." Carlton said. "I thought you said that cum was like Chinese food. Filling, but leaving you hungry an hour later?" Ron said. I again realized that Carlton always spoke so that Ron could understand him. "Ron, my boy! Cum is the food source that just keeps on coming!" Carlton said. "Drain cock and an hour later it's time for a refill." He paused. "And I have never met a man who much objected to the milking. The male anatomy is wonderfully wrought!" Everyone laughed at that and seemed to relax. We all knew the reason for this weekend was sex, but it was hard to be the first to break into the subject. Carlton had no problem with that. He also didn't mind being the first guy to show hard, either. Winslow was talking with Jimmy, and Jimmy was soon diving for cock. I was ready to do the same when Ron got my cock from below. Carlton was sucking Whitey and Pete was the odd man out. Whitey and Carlton were the first to get out of the water, Whitey needed to get dinner ready. We all got out shortly and sat on the sunny rock. When I said that all men are equal when they are naked, it meant that no clothes striped them of status. Some men are definitely more equal than others, and Winslow were one of those men. His cock wasn't as massive as Whitey's but it was long and thick. He was cut and his head was huge, even relaxed. He had bull balls too, tangerine sized. I was again struck by the contrast between his ordinary looks when he was dressed and his naked state. He was mild-mannered professor dressed and monkey man naked. Jimmy sat between him and Pete and was having a hard time deciding who to pay attention to. Both men were attractive. We ended up talking rather than playing. Dinner was good and beer relaxed us even more. So far the only sexual contact had been underwater. I was ready for sex and was at half staff. Jimmy, Whitey and Carlton were near the same state. I sat next to Winslow and we got the ball rolling. I wasn't very experienced. All of my experience was with the men in this group. I tended to think of them as teachers and guides rather than lovers. It was good, clean, animal sex, lots of fun but without entanglements. I also tended to think of myself as not adult yet, and hadn't thought that this was attractive. I liked men but didn't think of men who liked boys. Winslow really like young guys and it was a shock to be with a man who lusted after you. He wasn't into the daddy-son thing. It was Zeus and Ganymede. He was an older man who was infatuated by a boy. In the playtime that followed dinner, Winslow stayed with me, and didn't trade partners except for a brief interlude with Jimmy. In the next few hours I got to know his cock well. His head was the size of an apricot, bisected by the piss slit. I felt as if I could work my tongue deep into the shaft. This drove Winslow crazy. He liked my cock, but because he was taller than I, when I licked his cock his face was at my ass. I didn't know about rimming, but I knew what I liked. Winslow loved to rim. We had been at it for an hour or so when I mentioned that I liked fucking. He didn't want to do it in front of all of the guys so he told me to wait until we all went to bed. We took a break and had another beer. For the first time that night, I could see what the other guys were doing. Whitey and Ron were 69ing on the floor, with Ron getting a lot of more of the cock into his mouth than would have seemed possible. Jimmy was fucking Carlton, while Carlton sucked Pete. I wondered if Pete would be back in Jimmy's ass before the night was over. Winslow and I slipped into a bedroom. There was a bottle of lubricant on the night stand. Whitey had thought of everything. "Can I sit on it?" I asked. "You can do anything you want!" Winslow said. "And I mean anything." He got on the bed and I lubricated his cock. He pulled me close and kissed me, but I really wanted his cock, so I straddled him and held his cock at my hole. Then I sat back, slowly working the massive head into my ass. The monster stretched me wider and wider. I was sure it would rip my hole open. Then it popped through. I felt a wave of relief and sat back with the entire shaft filling the tunnel. The almost painful penetration of the head was followed by pure pleasure as the shaft filled me up. It was a perfect fit and wave after wave of intense feeling engulfed me. I loved it. I kissed Winslow. His cock was long enough to stay in while we embraced. When I sat up again, there was another explosion of feeling as the huge mushroom retraced its path in my rectum. I could feel every movement of the knob. I had been excited by Whitey's huge club cock the summer before. He occupied my ass, totally filling it up. Winslow's cock was different. His cock head seemed to have a life of its own. We were linked, connected by his cock. His cock was a probe exploring my ass. I knew how sensitive my head was, and could see him react as the lining of my ass caressed his monster mushroom. I began squirting and covered his furry chest with my seed. I collapsed on the bed and he let me rest for a few minutes. He then rear mounted me and I fell asleep with him slowly pumping my ass. I woke with a raging hard on and his head still in my ass. I had to piss. He was asleep. Pete was in the bed with us. I got up without waking Winslow, but when I got back to the bed Pete was awake. "You had a good time with Winslow?" He asked. "Really good." I said. "It's been a different experience. He seems to like me." "He would. You're his type." Pete said. "He likes young guys but can't even get close normally. He's in the public eye all the time. His opponents watch him like a hawk. He's a good guy." "What's your type?" I asked. "I like men who are a bit rough around the edges." Pete said. "Construction workers, cops, blue collar guys." "You aren't turned on by Carlton?" I said. "Not at all." Pete said. "Ron's my type. Whitey's good, especially we he gets out after a hard day's work, sweaty and dirty. That really turns me on." He paused. "Carlton turned me off when I first met him, but he's grown on me. He's done a lot for Ron. He's a good guy, smart, kind, considerate. He can help Ron in ways I can't. Carlton is Ron's ticket out of the loading dock." "Are you jealous?" I asked, astounded at my forwardness. Pete was playing with my cock and I had guessed what he was interested in. "I was uncomfortable with it at first. But we aren't married. A teacher can't associate with a guy from the loading dock, and guys who like guys can't be coaches. So there is no future. There are no problems like that in the world of antiques." Pete said. "Maybe I love Ron, but there is no way in hell I could ever say it, or let anyone else know it. Carlton can, and does. That's important for a guy who has never been loved." "Have you been loved?" I asked. Pete laughed. "Everyone loves a successful coach!" He said. I thought he was being cynical at first, but realized this wasn't the case. "Some proportion of the teams are always in love with me, and a good percentage of the Moms and Pops. I turn Sonny Boy into a man and everyone loves me. I win a game and I'm a hero." I eased my self under the covers and began to lick his cock. I hadn't liked him much in school, but I felt a lot better about him now. Winslow woke up and joined us. I was alternating cocks and they were getting closer. I had sucked Pete before and it hadn't been really exciting. He was oozing big time as he made out with his college friend. Winslow's head was bloated and oozing too. They were hard to control so I worked a finger into each guys' ass and rammed their prostates. That got their attention. I kept the pressure up on their love nuts and they were going wild. They were kissing and the cocks were separated only by my tongue. I felt their prostates fill and turn rock hard. I clamped my mouth over the cocks and took their loads. I tasted a spurt from Winslow, than a spurt from Pete. The first few spurts were small, but the third round was a ball draining shot from Winslow. It filled my mouth and bathed Pete's head in the cream. Pete shot before Winslow was finished and the ejaculations merged together. I didn't swallow, so when it was over both loads were in my mouth. I sat up and choked, dribbling the cum all over my torso. I was embarrassed, but Winslow immediately began licking it up, and Pete went to my cock and began sucking. I didn't last long. I just lay on the bed with one man licking me clean and the other sucking me dry. It didn't get any better than this, I thought. I fell asleep. The sun was up when I awoke.