Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2006 17:09:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bobbby 6

Bobby 6


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.


I was back in Fairfax for two days when Bobby called, "They got Conrad last
night," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"The house invaders.  He was out patrolling the neighborhood and ran into
them.  They beat him up really bad," he said.  "A fractured skull, maybe
brain damage."

"Where was Baskervill?"

"He had hurt his paw," Bobby said.  "He was at home.  It was stupid. Conrad
should never have gone alone. I didn't know." I could tell Bobby was badly
shaken up. "There was an article in the paper about neighborhood
watches. Conrad's picture was on the front page.  Who's going to run things
now?"

We were silent.  "I think it's going to be you," I said. "The neighbors
trust you. You know everyone.  I'll try to get back this weekend.  The bad
weather has put us behind schedule here, but I'll try to get back."

"They say the company is in trouble if your job is late?" he asked.

"Late penalties of $100,000.00 a day," I replied. "It will be either a
triumph, or an abysmal failure.  Harry hasn't exactly told me the
details. There is no golden parachute for him.  His house is on the line."

"I'll take care of things here," Bobby said. "Baskervill's here. I'm taking
care of him. Connie's at the hospital full time. That dog's a hunter.  If
he found a trail, he wouldn't have given a shit about a hurt paw." I didn't
get home that weekend, but I got the project back on schedule.

Next week, Bobby called and said things were better.  Conrad would live,
but there would be a lot of rehab in his future.  Johnny, the redneck, and
Jorge were filing in the gaps left by Conrad. Johnny was free during the
day and when he walked his Doberman. He looked fearsome.  Jorge's cousin
Luis had joined the group.  Jorge was small, but while Luis was the same
height, he was built like a wrestler.  He was more intimidating.  Grady was
a regular now. "Grady's sort of living at the house now," Bobby said. "He's
helping a lot."

"Is he sleeping in the guest bedroom?" I asked.

"Once and a while," Bobby replied.  We both laughed. There usually seemed
to be a gap of three to four weeks between the attacks in our neighborhood.
The house invaders struck in a wealthy suburban subdivision next.  They
attacked the wife of a retired Sate Senator.  This got massive newspaper
coverage. Our neighborhood was forgotten.

Bobby was sent up to help me in Fairfax for a week. He was sharing my room
when Harry showed up.  Harry looked disappointed when he saw Bobby. I think
he was hoping for a night of recreation and release.  Bobby and I had just
gotten back from the job site and we were caked in dirt. I asked him in and
introduced him to Bobby.

Harry had no gaydar at all and didn't guess Bobby was gay.  Bobby went to
the bath and I clued him in, "Bobby's a member of the club," I
said. "You're more than welcome to stay."

"Is he all right?" Harry asked. "Trustworthy? Discrete?"

"All of the above," I said. When Bobby re entered the room he had stripped
off his dirty clothes and was wearing only jockey shorts.  Harry saw the
potential.

"I need to shower," he said. "Does anyone need to use the head?"

"Go ahead," Harry answered.  "A shower does sound good.  It's been a sticky
day." Bobby went back to the bath. A second or two later we heard the
shower running.

Bobby was quick.  In the trailer park there had been a water problem, so he
wasn't one to waste hot water.  "Who's next?"  He had a towel loosely
wrapped around his waist.

"Harry, why don't you go next," I said.

"No, you've been in the sun all day," Harry said. "I'll bring up the rear."
I stripped naked and went into the bath. I wondered if Harry and Bobby
would take the opportunity to get to know each other.  When I returned,
Harry was in his under shorts and Bobby had lost the towel.  Bobby was at
half staff.  As I left the bath, Harry dropped his shorts and went to the
shower, he was at half staff too.

Bobby was masculine, but almost pretty. Harry and I looked like old codgers
with a young boy. Harry took a short shower and was back in the bedroom
with us. Bobby was sitting on the edge of the bed, and he went right for
Harry's cock. Harry sighed in relief when Bobby's mouth enveloped his
protruding member.  Harry was ripe.

I knew Bobby had learned much under Grady's tutelage.  Bobby was more
adventuresome and forward than he had been. I hadn't realized how far Harry
had come. He was on the bed, sixty-nining with Bobby in no time at all. Not
only was he obviously enjoying the young man's cock, he didn't mind being
watched by me.

When Bobby's index finger strayed toward Harry's ass, Harry didn't
object. Actually he shifted his legs a little to give Bobby better
access. Harry had fucked me and enjoyed that, but he had shown no desire to
take my cock up his ass.  Bobby's cock was clearly a different matter. I
wasn't sure Harry was ready for that, but he was considering the
possibility.

"Hey guys, make room for me!" I said.  They shifted and we formed a small
ring, linked cock to mouth.  Bobby and Harry were over the excitement of
meeting a new man, and we had a nice, relaxed sucking session.

After fifteen minutes of sucking we had a cooling down period.

"You're so young," Harry said to Bobby, "I hope you don't mind us old
guys."

"I like men, not boys," Bobby said. "Guys get more masculine as hey get
older. I hadn't guessed you were into this sort of suff.  Hank's not into
kiss and tell."

"I'm new to this. I had no idea it would be . . ." Harry began to say.

"So fucking good?" Bobby said, completing the sentence. "Let me tell you
one thing.  The more you do it, the better it gets. I didn't know anything
could feel so good."

"That's the way it seems to me," Harry replied. "I'd never tried anything
like this before. So far, everything has been a success. "

"Do you like to fuck?" Bobby asked.  Harry nodded.

"Me too," Bobby added. "At first I just pitched, but lately I've been
catching and liking it."

"I enjoyed Hank's ass," Harry said. "I don't know if I could catch."

"Your ass is virgin?" Bobby asked. Harry nodded again. "You're only six
inches away from losing it." Bobby said. "I really like topping."

Harry smiled as he looked at Bobby's dick.  "Looks like seven inches to
me," he said.  Bobby laughed.

"There's one easy way to find out," Bobby said.

Harry looked at my cock and then Bobby's.  You could almost see him
thinking which cock would fit.  It didn't take too long for Harry to make a
choice.  Bobby's organ was long and thin. I was much thicker.  He opted for
Bobby.

This was fine for me. I like to fuck, but I wasn't too sure I wanted to be
the first to fuck my Boss.  If it was good, I would have been fine, but if
he didn't like it, I'd just as soon have Bobby's cock to be the first.
Bobby was careful and considerate.  He'd take his time.

Harry was both worried and excited. I remembered feeling that way when I
was younger.  I wanted to try things and experience more, but I was uneasy
and almost afraid.  The first time I was fucked was by a truck driver in
the cab of his 18-wheeler.  It wasn't a great success, but when I tried it
again a few years later it was better.

Bobby had a good sized knob and he popped it into Harry's ass.  Once it was
in, the rest was easy. Harry was on his back with his legs on Bobby's
shoulders.  While he could have pushed in all the way, Bobby took his time.
I told Harry to relax.  When Bobby's cock head rubbed his prostate, Harry
shivered. Bobby noticed and rubbed his gland over the nut several times.

Harry's had been half erect. It inflated like a balloon as Bobby's cock
head made contact with his prostate. From then on there was no need to tell
Harry to relax. Harry turned into a bottom pig.  He loved it.

Bobby shot off after ten minutes and I took his place. Harry winced when my
thick fuck tool popped his sphincter, but was fine after that. My thicker
organ continuously maintained the pressure on his prostate.  He went into a
sexually induced trance.  I had to slow up my thrusting twice when it
looked as if it was too much for Harry.

Harry began to buck and I gave him a half dozen hard thrusts.  We shot off
together.

"Jesus!" Harry said. "What in hell happened?"

"I think you found a new sex organ," I said.

"My ass?" Harry asked."I thought fucking was good, but taking it in me the
ass was . . ."

"I think it's the nut in your ass," Bobby said.  "I didn't know it was
there either.  It sends you to the moon, doesn't?"

"You felt the same way?" Harry asked.

"Sometimes," Bobby said. "It depends on the cock.  Sometimes it's good.
Sometimes it's great.  I think the size and shape of the cock make a
difference."

"It's all a part of the joy of man sex," I said. "Every cock is a new
experience." Harry's cock was still drooling cum, so I leaned over and
sucked it.

"You're a fucking mind reader," Harry said as he continued to talk with
Bobby.  "How long have you guys been playing together? Were you to this
when you met Hal?"

"Hal took me in after my Mom died about six months ago," Bobby said.  "Dad
shot her and it was a big mess.  The trailer wasn't livable.  Hal was the
first guy I had sex with who wasn't a cousin.  Or an Uncle.  It was just
messing around until I met Hal."

"What's the difference between messing around and sex?" Harry asked.  I
could tell he was amused.

"Attitude, I think," Bobby replied. "When we were kids, we pretended we
didn't really like it. Everyone except my Uncle Jake, I think. We use to
pretend a man's ass was just a substitute for a cunt. It was a race to see
who could shoot off first. I liked sex, but had never bottomed.  Hal did
that.  I was good.  It's hard to enjoy something when you can't admit you
like it."  We talked for a while, but it was getting late and we went to
sleep.

Bobby and I got back to Richmond the next weekend.  Grady was at the house
and had more than filled in the gaps in the neighborhood watch while we
were gone.  We went on a walk. I picked up Baskervill and the three of us
wandered the streets. We went by George's place and he joined us with Fee
Fee, the killer poodle.  The dogs were very alert.

Jorge and Luis joined us later. Jorge spoke English well. Luis's English
skills were more modest. Jorge translated for Luis. Strangely Luis seemed
to understand Grady without any problem. We were chatting when Baskervill
got a scent.  A second or two later Fee Fee got excited.  She began jumping
up trying to get George's attention.  Baskervill's excitement took the form
of obsessive desire to follow the sent.  Grady took Fee Fee and told George
to call the police.

It was a dark area but the dogs didn't mind. Baskervill was normally a
placid dog, but he was pulling hard. I wasn't sure if Fee Fee could follow
sent as well as Baskervill, but she knew he was a master tracker. When we
got to an over grown yard, the dogs got very excited.

"It's Lucy Patterson's house," Bobby whispered. The back gate was ajar.

"Should we wait for the police?" I asked.

"Shit no!" Grady said.  He and the two Mexicans raced into the yard. Fee
Fee was in the lead. We could see a dark figure leaving the house.  Fee Fee
wasn't going lose this one.  Fee Fee distracted the man just long enough
for a Mexican onslaught. Grady went into the house. The door was broken
in. I was right behind him with Baskervill.

The kitchen had been trashed.  Lucy was obsessively neat. I heard moaning
from the living room. There was crashing up stairs. Grady ran up stairs
with the dog.  I looked for Lucy.  By now I could hear police sirens.  It
is hard to say what happened next. It was that confused. I found Lucy, tied
up and terrorized.  Grady caught the man on the second floor, but the
police tried to arrest Jorge and Luis.  The man they had caught got away.

The Rescue Squad arrived and took Lucy to the hospital.  By that time, all
the neighbors were on the scene, and George went with Lucy to the hospital.
Once the Police realized the mistake they made with Jorge and Luis, they
apologized and were good.  Unfortunately Grady's man refused to talk.

The detective in charge told me he thought the silent one had a record and
they'd get some info from him whether he talked or not. The police said
they'd talk to us the next morning. Jorge went home to his wife, but Luis
came home with us for a beer.