Date: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 01:22:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Polar Lodge 2

Polar Lodge 2
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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The next morning Ron saw me and came over to chat. "I hope all is well with
you?" he asked. "Are you planning to stay with us the entire weekend?"

I said yes.  "It has been good, better than I expected."

"It's good to hear that," Ron said.  "That is a pretty normal reaction, but
we have had a few guests who were already packed and ready to go home at
this stage."

"Everyone here has been nice. It has been good," I said. "Jim and Scott
have been wonderful."

"They enjoy company," Ron said. "Our guests enjoy them too." He
paused. "Let me warn you about one thing.  Scott and Jim are very
close. They enjoy sharing sexual experiences with other men, but it is just
enjoyment for them.  They aren't planning to expand the family, if you get
my drift."

I thought about what he said. "That is good for me too," I said. "I'm not
planning to find true love and get married. That is a step too far for me
at this point.  Some fun is great."

"That is the right attitude," Ron said. "You may have noticed that our
guides aren't particularly shy, and none are monogamous. They are willing
to make new friends and share their skills. They like to get up close and
personal."

"Up close and personal involves erect cocks and orgasms?" I asked.

Ron smiled. "You understand. Usually it ends up with a part of your body in
their body or visa-versa. You do know that intense intimacy is not
necessarily the same as love. The guides here are experienced. Most of them
would love to take you to places you've never been before, beautiful places
you didn't know existed. It all fun and friendly here."

"I think I am ready for that," I said.

"I assume you have felt some things you had never experienced before?" he
asked. I nodded

"Keep an open mind and there is much more fun ahead.  If you are
uncomfortable, just say so. No means no here," he added. He went off and
Calvin came over to me.

"I hope we didn't offend you last night. We're kind of casual about
sex. Some visitors are into the "Sex is a holy sacrament sort of thing," he
said. "We seem to be in the "sex is a nice way to have some fun" school of
sex."

"It's not a problem," I said. "Were are Max and Dudley?"

"Dudley is giving Max a lesson in cock sucking," Calvin said.  "Max likes
thinner men, my Walrus style body doesn't do the trick for him."

"Does that offend you?"

"Shit, it's different strokes for different folks," he replied.

"I fucked Scott last night," I whispered. "Jim let me try it."

"I take it you liked it?"

"It was all a bit confused," I said. "There were so many feelings all the
same time. Everything was so intense, I wasn't sure what I felt most of the
time."

"Let me make a suggestion," Calvin said. "Do you think that fucking a short
redneck might help you sort out your feelings?

"I couldn't think anything like that!" I exclaimed.

He smiled. "Well I wouldn't mind helping you out at all," Calvin said. "I
think I'd like to have your joystick tickling my insides!" We were passing
a cabin.  "Let's go in here. It's empty. It's a play room."

"Why is there a play room here?" I asked. "Everyone seems so open."

"Some people need more privacy than others," Calvin explained. "It is open
here, but that is still hard for some men to accept."

We went in; it was furnished. By the time we were through the door, Calvin
was naked. I was only wearing shorts. He pulled them down, dropped to his
knees and swallowed my cock. I hadn't expected that, but once my cock was
in his mouth I wasn't going to complain.

Calvin wasn't my type. Short and hairy, he was a bit troll like, although
he certainly was a friendly troll.  After a minute of his oral attention,
my cock thought he was a great guy. Oddly, my brain seemed to follow my
cock's lead.

"You're nice and hard now. Would you mind if I sat on it?" he
asked. "That's the easiest way for me to take a new cock.  Lie down if you
please."

I obeyed. The empty cabin had a tube of lubricant on a table. He coated my
cock and then straddled me. As the squatted, he spread his ass cheeks and
centered his hole on my cock head. "I get to do all the work; you just stay
hard," Calvin said. He sat back and my cock slid into him like a hot knife
through butter.

Calvin moaned. His ass was open when I slid in, but it tightened up as soon
as I was all in. He was still for a few moments and then began to
bounce. His warm rectum seemed to be shrink wrapped to my cock.  It was
exquisitely pleasurable.

"Ron says I have a needy ass," he said. "Unless I get a cock in it
regularly I get an itch that really needs to be scratched.  Normally Dudley
takes care of it, but he saving his cream for Max. I'm not sure Max is
ready for that yet.  I think man cream is a nice way to say thank you, but
it may be too much for Max. He's shy and fastidious." For a big man, Calvin
and great balance. He floated above me connected only by my cock. Sometimes
he had only my cock head in him. He would grip it tightly with his
sphincter and then lower himself.

"I'm afraid I'm going to shoot," I said.

"Dudley loves it when I do this to him. Larry, try to hold back," Calvin
said. "I'd like to have you much more hot and bothered when you pop."

"I'm pretty hot and bothered now," I replied.

"I think you have just begun to explore hot and bothered," he said. He got
off of my cock and onto his hands and knees. "Do me doggy style," he said.
That seemed like a crude way to say it, but I did as he suggested.  The new
position was really good too.

"You have control now, so if you feel you are getting too close, you can
slow up or pull out," Calvin said.

"You enjoy this?" I asked.

"I do, but I have a confession to make. There is not much you can do with a
cock in my ass that I don't like," he said. "I open minded when it comes to
fun."

"Does Dudley mind?"

"Not at all.  He's busy trying to get his tool into Max's behind," Calvin
said.

"Is Dudley special to you?"

"Come to think of it, it is," Calvin said. "I tend to think of most men who
fuck me as lube dispensers. Man seed is slippery and Dudley loves to use it
as lube. He likes sloppy seconds. I like his cream because it's his, it's
not just lube. His cock is the superhighway between his balls and my
body. I love it when he's spurting in me."

I pulled out because I was really close to shooting off.

"Close?" he asked.  I said yes. He rolled over and hooked his legs with his
arms.

"Cool down a little, but then nose your knob in," Calvin said. "Ease it in
slow and nice." I did as he asked and it was fine. I was soon in deep.

"Are you really tense?" he asked.  I nodded. "Now, you just relax.  Don't
try to hold back. Let nature take its course. Let your cock be your guide."

"I don't think I can do that."

"Give it a try, it will be worth it," Calvin said. "Remember, I like man
seed. I would love it if you give my rectum a sperm bath.  Just relax and
let things flow."

I managed to relax some. I think I was afraid to let loose in his ass.  I
was able to hold off for a while and things were good. I could tell he
enjoyed it too. I felt a brief moment of panic when I realized I was too
far gone to stop my orgasm and then remembered he wanted it. Knowing that
made the sensations more intense.

"I can feel you shooting. Just leave it in. Let me milk you," Calvin
said. He squeezed his sphincter as my ejaculations diminished.  I pulled
out a little. He relaxed his sphincter, and I pushed in. I think he coaxed
every drop of sperm from my balls.

"Are you beginning to understand the real pleasure potential of a cock?" he
asked. Calvin had a twinkle in his eye.

"I didn't know you could do that," I said. "It was wonderful. Was it as
good for you as it was for me?"

"I can't answer that question, but it was a lot more than good enough for
me," he replied.

"What does having a cock in your ass feel like?" I asked.

"Cock sucking is good for everybody," he said. "Fucking is more intense for
me, but it seems to be much more individual. Everyone seems to like to top,
but being a bottom is varied. It hurts some men and does little for others.
Some go to the moon. I don't always make it to the moon, but it's really
good. The only way you can know is to try it yourself."

"I want to know before it try it," I said. "Jim is huge." I didn't mean to
say that.  Jim was way too big to top me.

"He is a big boy," Calvin mused. "Big ones are a real turn on for some
men. For some size queens, they are so inspirational, it is worth the
potential problems."

"I'm not a size queen!" I proclaimed. I was insulted.

"Larry, you don't get to pick what turns you on," Calvin explained. "I'm
lucky that Dudley finds beefy, hairy men exciting. There is nothing wrong
with liking big cocks. Let me tell you from personal experience, there is
nothing you can do about it either."

We left the cabin and I walked around the lodge thinking things over. I was
mostly thinking about having a cock up my ass.  I didn't think I could go
that far; I knew I didn't want to go that far.  After lunch, I went to the
pool. Everyone was naked there including Ron. Ralph was there with
Will. Will was obviously entranced by Ralph. Ralph was a Santa like man and
that must have appealed to Will.

I would had thought a Santa fixation would be mostly platonic, but that
wasn't the case at all. Will couldn't keep his hands off of Ralph, or his
mouth or tongue for that matter. As with many beefy men, Ralph's cock was
most hidden in his body. After an oral episode I saw it was a thick tube
resembling a dill pickle, a fat pickle. He had a large, mushroom shaped
cock head that seemed to be sensitive.

I had barely talked to Tom another one of the guests.  He was a tall thin
man with a hairy chest who looked like he was thirty-five or so. He was
also very shy.  Like me, he had two guides. Rocky was an older, biker type
complete with a hairy body and tattoos. He was loud and boisterous. His
partner was Gerald. Gerald was a music teacher, and seemed to be shy and
timid.

Gerald was the sort of man you never noticed; he was born to fade into the
woodwork. That was true until he was naked. He was the only one at the
lodge who could rival Jim's monster cock. He was entirely shaved, and while
the cock didn't exactly hang to his knees, it was a keeper.

I was in the pool with Gerald while the other men were having an animated
conversation nearby under the shade of a tree. Gerald came over to me. Are
you having a good time?" he asked.

"I think so," I replied. "There is so much new here, it's hard to get my
bearings sometimes."

Gerald smiled. "I know the feeling. I came here five years ago and met
Rocky. He was my guide and he scared me half to death."

"I wouldn't be at ease with him if I saw him in a dark alley," I said.

"It wasn't just that, I was afraid of sex, and he treated it as an ordinary
thing," Gerald said. "It was as if sucking a cock was the same as shaking
hands."

"You got over that feeling?"

"Well, I didn't want to do any of it, but Rocky scared me. He didn't do
anything to scare me; it was the way he looked," Gerald explained. "The
second day we were here, he got me all excited and then he sat on my
cock. He took the whole thing in his ass.  I was shocked."

"I didn't know men could fuck and I hadn't considered the possibility my
cock would fit in an ass," he continued. "Rocky didn't just like it, he
loved it. It was the most exciting thing to ever happen to me. I couldn't
say I liked it; it was far to exciting to call it just liking."

"I take it you like sex now?"

"I do, but Rocky has spoiled me," Gerald said. "Let me make a little
confession. I am always on the prowl for someone I can fuck. I love being
deep in a tight ass. Rocky's good, but I can't do him 24/7.  He needs his
rest.  Are you a virgin?"

"My ass is," I replied.

"Jim needs to get a move on it," he said.

"Jim has Scott."

"Scott is good, but Jim has him too open for me," Gerald said. "The
chemistry isn't right. My cock doesn't do to Scott what Jim's tool does.
Strangely Jim's cock doesn't fit Rocky's ass right."

"How can you find out who is compatible?" I asked.

"Trial and error is the only method I know," Gerald replied. "For your
information, I'm gentle and take it slow, but I do like to get it all in."

"That is nice to know," I said. Ralph jumped in the water and swam over to
us. Will seemed to have fallen asleep.

"Does Gerald have plans for your rectum?" he asked. Ralph always had a
twinkle in his eye.

"How did you guess?" I asked.

"Gerald is a Johnny-one-note. He always wants to fuck," Ralph said. He
leaned close to me. "The same goes for me."

I glanced over to Will. It seemed to me that an anal interlude would ruin
Will's Santa fantasy. I later found out that an ass filled with Santa's
sperm was the perfect culmination of the fantasy. My head was swimming with
this odd combination of ideas when Ron came to us with a new guest.

"Men I'd like you to meet Anthony.  I'll be his guide, but I hope you will
all help him out," he said. Ron was wearing a Speedo. Anthony was a middle
aged man dressed for golf. He seemed very preppy and not dressed for the
woods. Of course the rest of us were naked, but most were in the water.

Anthony wanted to look at us, but was uneasy about looking at naked men.
Ron introduced him to us. Jim, Scott, Max and Dudley joined the group.

"Let's join them," Ron said.  "Skinny dipping is the rule, here not the
exception!" Anthony stripped very quickly and jumped into the water. I
suspected he thought if he was fast enough, no one would see. Men being
men, we all wanted to look, but no one did.  Most of us had been in the
same situation and we wanted him to feel comfortable.

I was swimming and enjoying myself.  I wanted to think. I was annoyed that
several men thought I would open my ass for them. I had fucked two men and
it was good, but that was very different from letting them shove their
cocks into my ass. It had been wonderful when I ejaculated in Calvin. It
had been good, but it was also so neat. I didn't think of myself as a neat
freak, but I had spent years hiding the remains of my orgasms. When I
ejaculated I was usually figuring out how to hide it and worried that and
errant spurt might stain something. Nothing got out of Calvin's ass. I
thought of it as pure pleasure and adulterated by the need to clean up.

I also thought about which cock would feel the best and excite me the most,
were I to be fucked. Jim and Gerald had huge organs. They excited me and
scared me at the same time. Calvin and Ralph would be careful and gentle.
Scott's organ might be a good fit. I looked at Ron, who was sitting on the
edge of the pool.  He was handsome and his cock seemed manageable. Then I
remembered I didn't want to be fucked, I just wanted to know what it felt
like to have a cock in my rear. My mind was wandering, but the desire to
feel a cock in me seemed to grow.

I smiled to myself. Technically there was no difference between in getting
fucked, and having a cock in my ass.