Date: Sat, 24 Jun 2006 10:31:40 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: the Abbey 7 The Abbey 7 By Bald Hairy Man. This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely. It was almost dawn and we went to bed for a few hours. The next morning was filled with activity. There was no way we could get a tree man to the Abbey for a week or two. The entire metropolitan area was a mess. It was also clear we would be without electricity for two or three days at a minimum. Our substation had received a direct lightening hit. It was demolished. Franz began a massive cook-a-thon to clean out the refrigerators and freezer before things went bad. Thank God we had gas. The remainder of the group addressed problem of the tree leaning against the Abbey. Branford had a plan. Ivan and Buster knew how to implement it. Someone had to climb the tree and get a rope around the upper part of the trunk. Edgar was game. Edgar was somewhat monkey-like anyway. It turned out climbing trees was one of his favorite activities as a child. He was both fearless, sure footed and seemed to have no fear of heights. He climbed the tree and attached the rope. Since he was so comfortable in the limbs, he took a chain saw up and trimmed off problematic branches. By the time Edgar was finished with his trimming activities, the tree was half the size it had been when it fell. We had teams of men on two guide ropes and a third rope tied to Ivan's truck. At 11:00 we decided to try to move it. Mario reported the radio said another series of major storms was headed our way. Ivan started the truck and pulled the tree off the building. All the calculations and planning were perfect. The tree fell away from the church and fell exactly where we wanted it. Edgar and Andy went to the top of the tower and strapped down a tarp to cover the hole. Randall, Ivan's landscaping friend, arrived with two friends. These were men who worked with him. They lived in a trailer park and had spent the previous night in a shelter. Luckily they were sensible enough to know a violent storm and a trailer were a bad combination. Martin was a tall, muscular black man with a bushy white beard. The other man was a diminutive Mexican named Jesus. Randall had driven by the trailer park and it was underwater. The two men had nothing but the clothes on their backs. Randall's house was near the river and he couldn't get close enough to see if it had been flooded. He wasn't very hopeful have any thing left. Randall whispered to me, "Martin and Jesus will like it here. They're hard workers and open minded. I've given them the low down. We're playmates." The trio went after the downed tree and made short work of it. They did a lot of tree work and Randal had most of his equipment in the back of his truck. They knew their stuff and what would have taken us a day of work, they did in an hour. To the west we could see a dark cloud coming at us. We got everything done just in time for the storm to hit. It was another monster thunder and lightening event. There was little damage at the Abbey, but the radio reported more flooding. After the event filled morning the afternoon was relaxed and pleasant. We had lunch in the covered cloister walk, since it was so warm inside. The rain was coming straight down so it was dry. Lunch was very good and almost extravagant as Franz cooked up the freezer contents. While we were a mixed group of men, the storm showed that everyone could pull together and do his part. It seemed to me the atmosphere was relaxed and comfortable. In some ways Edgar had been the odd man out. Now he was a full fledged member of the group. That Martin and Jesus were friends of Randall's was enough of a recommendation to the rest of the men. The storms continued to roll in throughout the day and into the night. An hour of storm would be followed by two hours of sun, then another storm would arise. We set watch in the chapel during the storms in case the tarps failed. It would be pleasant immediately following a storm, but as the sun beat down, the temperature and the humidity would rise. After lunch during a break from the storms, we all went to the showers. Everyone was filthy after the morning's work. Fortunately we had a gas water heater. Martin and Jesus were shy, but once they got naked they fit in well. They were in the showers with Ivan, Bob and Randall. They emerged from the showers at half staff. The new men had nothing to be shy about. Martin had a dark member entirely enshrouded in a thick foreskin. Even half hard, his cock head was still covered. Jesus was more Mayan than Spanish. He had straight black hair and was otherwise hairless except for his thick, black bush. His cock head was peaking out from the foreskin. The pool was the only relief to the stifling heat. Designed as a place to rinse off after the steam room, if functioned well as a very small swimming pool. There was nothing to do but wait for the next storm, but the men found ways to amuse themselves. Mario seemed to like Martin, but not as much as Martin liked Mario. Martin looked like a chocolate Santa. His skin was a golden brown. The white beard and a mat of white hair on his chest increased the resemblance to old St. Nick. Mario wanted a daddy, Martin liked the attention he got from this young man. Mario tended to get an erection at the drop of a hat. Martin loved this. He leaned over and licked it. As Martin sucked Mario, he got hard. His cock head emerged from the skin. It was a delicate and beautiful pink. The afternoon developed as pleasant time of mutual exploration. I was sitting on the side of the pool with Rex. "What was it like? You and Andy." Rex asked in almost a whisper. "Was it as good as it looked?" "It was," I said. "Andy's one of the seven natural wonders." "I kind of want it, but I'm afraid," Rex said. "Afraid it will hurt?" I asked. "That's part of it?" "Afraid it would be too good?" Rex was silent for a minute or so. "You understand. I thought you did," Rex said. "If it's too good, does that mean my life has been wasted? I think I could take the cock, but I'm not sure I can let him in. I want it, but I'm not sure I can let another man into my body." He was silent. Then he asked, "Was it really that good?" I felt sorry for Rex. He wanted to experience intense sexual ecstasy, but was afraid. Afraid it might hurt and more afraid to let himself go and enjoy it. The old saw, it's better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all, was at the core of Rex's problem. I realized he had become a priest to escape the problems of his sexual nature. He could avoid the sex, but not the desire. The problem was made worse by Rex's personality. He was a genuinely honest and good man. He wanted to help people and was ill equipped to be a hypocrite. Unfortunately you can't fool mother nature. You can pretend you don't have a sexual nature, but it's always there. A storm rolled and in we got out of the pool. I went off to keep watch in the chapel with Bob. It was another violet storm, but the repairs and the tarp held. Bob and I alternated mopping up the small amounts of rain that blew in through the doors. The storm stopped as suddenly as it started, and ten minutes later the sun was out. It was dinner time and we went to the dining hall. Franz had cooked the last food from the freezer. It remained warm, but the radio said the storms were over for the night. There was to be another outbreak the next day. The sky briefly cleared and the stars were spectacular. There was little light pollution and the stars were crystal clear. The electricity had been off for two days and we were conserving candles and batteries. When it got dark there was nothing to do, but to talk in the cloister or go to bed. It was stuffy and hot inside the abbey, so I thought it would be difficult to sleep. I went to bed at dark. I was so exhausted from the days work, I fell asleep immediately. Sleeping like a log, I woke up in the middle of the night. It was well past midnight and I was wide awake. The air was incredibly stuffy, humid and hot. All the windows and doors were open, but there was no breeze. The full moon provided the only light. I heard someone in the hall, and got up. Ivan was prowling the halls. "It's hard to sleep," he whispered to me. "I was out like a light when my head hit the pillow, but I'm awake now," I said. "The same ting happened to me," Ivan said. "Something woke me." Ivan was nude. I was wearing only my boxers. "Let's go to the cloister and see if it's cooler there." We quietly walked down the corridor. As we passed Andy's room, I could hear someone moaning. It was Rex, and I was sure I heard moans of pleasure. When we got to the cloister, it was cooler. "I know one way to get back to sleep," he whispered. "An orgasm is better than a sleeping pill." As he said that Ivan put his arm around my shoulder. "If you feel like topping me, I'm more than willing to give it a try." Ivan slipped his other hand into my shorts and cupped my balls. I wasn't in the mood, but the second his hand touched my genitals I was hard. "Outside?" I said. "I like getting fucked in the cool night air," Ivan said. "Franz loves it, but he's dead to the world." "We don't have any lubricant," I murmured. "Don't worry, I've already taken care of that," Ivan said as he bent over. I wasn't in the mood, but I slipped my cock into his ass just to be nice. Ivan's hole opened wide and welcomed me in, then it closed up and held my cock in an anal embrace. The sex was great. Ivan had an almost prehensile ass. Technically I was fucking him, but he was using his ass to manipulate my cock. I would thrust and he would grab my cock with his sphincter and then move it to a good spot. It was hard to believe you could get that much sensation from an ass. Quite frankly I had no idea you could do so much with an ass. Not only was it intensely pleasurable, but it lasted and lasted. Ivan knew when I was getting close and he slowed down. I finally shot off and was lucky I didn't fall asleep on the paving of the cloister walk. Ivan asked me to lick his cock head. It only took one lick for Ivan to climax. I took his entire load and we went to bed. We spent the next day cleaning up. There were trees and branches down everywhere. The radio asked that people stay off the roads since there was so much damage to clean up. That was fine for me. We had more than enough work to do. By the afternoon the temperature and humidity had both reached the 90s and I decided we should take the rest of the day off. I was tired as were all the other men at the Abbey. I took a nap. When I woke up, Rex walked by my room and asked if we could talk. Of course I agreed. "Andy and I were together last night," Rex said after a long pause. "How are you?" I asked. "Are you okay?" "Yes, I'm fine," he said. "It wasn't what I thought at all." "Better? Worse?" "Totally different," Rex said. "I've never approached the intensity of feeling. To tell you the truth, I didn't know you could feel that much. Is that what ecstacy is?" "That's it," I said, smiling. "Were you shocked?" "Dizzy, it was so good I felt dizzy," he replied. "Do you think Andy is as nice a guy as he seems?" "I think so. His organ is so large it's hard to see the man sometimes," I said. "In our profession we tend to see people in terms of the spiritual only, but the physical is totally intertwined in most people. If you look at the physical or the spiritual in isolation, you can miss the human being. Andy seems to be impressive both ways." "His cock is so huge. Is it wrong to be attracted to a man for that reason?" Rex asked. "Rex knows what he has and he's not opposed to satisfying a guy's curiosity," I said. "If he can give pleasure with it, he's happy to help. He doesn't mind more intense relationships either. He enjoyed it. You enjoyed it. What's not to like?" "I guess you're right about that." "You asked me what it was like when Andy fucked me," I said. "Did you sit on it, like me?" "At first, but I didn't have enough nerve," Rex said. "I wanted it so bad, but I just didn't have the nerve. He had me lie on my side and entered me from behind. He took his time." "Did it hurt?" "Only the head. Once it was in, it wasn't bad," he explained. "When he had half of it in, I began to get really excited. It was easy after that." He paused. "He changed positions several times. It was really different. Is that the way it was for you?" "What position worked best for you?" "I was on my hands and knees," Rex said. "It was wonderful. Andy knew what he was doing and I let him take charge." "Did you have an orgasm?" "Three times. We did it for several hours," Rex whispered. "The last time was when he shot off in my ass. I could actually feel him shoot. It was incredible."