Date: Mon, 14 May 2012 18:25:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: David's Gratitude 2

David's Gratitude  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 any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com

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I called the number and it was Lumber Camp Rusty.  He had retired and was
driving around and seeing the world. He remembered where I came from and he
had looked me up in the phone book. There was another William Butler in my
town, but my folks named me Willy, not William. He was nearby and and I
asked him over the next day.

David was watching me. I wondered if I should have asked him if he
minded. I immediately realized that was stupid.  It was my house and David
was my guest.

"Is he an old friend of yours?" Davis asked.

"He is sort of an old friend," I replied.  I told him about meeting Rusty
at the lumber camp. "He was my friend then, but I haven't seen or even
heard of him in more than twenty years. I don't know if he is still a
friend."

"It's funny, our experiences are so different," David said. "I get
Christmas cards from college friends, but none of them were pals. I think I
was too absorbed in my studies. No one has ever dropped in to see me. My
friendships weren't that intense."

I briefly thought David was doing the pathetic, abandoned puppy routine. I
then smiled to myself. Whatever one might say about David, calculating was
not a part of his make-up.  He was simply stating a fact.

I decided to tell him about the real nature of my friendship with Rusty and
our relationship with Gussy. "It may sound dumb, but I don't know if he's
coming over to say hello or hopes to rekindle some of the old feelings. It
was so long ago, it is hard to believe he's still thinking about it."

"It's not hard for me to believe it," David said. "If it was anything like
what you and I have done the last two days, I'm sure he would remember it
forever."

I smiled at David. "I guess you really liked it?"

He gave me a shocked look and then he smiled. "You are joking? Right?"

"Yes, I was joking. I liked it as much as you did," I replied.  "It's been
a long time since I've let myself relax and let it all hang out."

"I didn't know it was possible to feel so much," David said. "I feel a bit
like Dorothy when she found herself in the Emerald City. That is Red
slippers Dorothy, not my wife." He looked at me. "You know I like being
with you and what we did, but I don't love you. Do you want that? I don't
know if I could do that."

"Would I shock you if I said great sex is enough for me?" I asked.

"Great sex is more than enough for me," he replied. "I was afraid I was
deceiving you."

"Rusty and I didn't love each other, we enjoyed each other," I said. "I
suspect for 95 % of the time, enjoyment is more than enough for me." David
looked relieved. The next morning, David had to go to the insurance agents
for a meeting, so he went off.  Rusty arrived about fifteen minutes later.

I hadn't seen or heard from Rusty in years, but as soon as he appeared at
the door, it was as we were back in the logging camp. Rusty had filled out
and now looked a bit like Kenny Rodgers with a ginger beard.  He was the
same man I remembered. He had worked his way up in the Lumber Company and
he recently sold it for a bundle. He was divorced and when we compared
notes, we seemed to have married similar women. He was the same, cheerful,
somewhat devil-may-care man. He was a hard worker and got a lot done, but
it seemed effortless for him.

 "You know, Willy, that time at the lumber camp was the best time of my
life," Rusty said. "Everything was new and exciting, and old Gussy was
there to give us lessons in having fun."

"Is Gussy still alive?" I asked.

"He died six or seven years ago," Rusty explained. "Apparently he died in
his sleep with his ass filled with man cream. He died as he lived, keeping
the boys happy. He had a long life." We talked as if there hadn't been a
long gap in our friendship. He asked me if I played around the way we did
with Gussy.

"No, I haven't," I said. "I sure did enjoy it when I was there."

"I loved it," Rusty said. "I was side tracked by my marriage. We had three
kids and then she left me with the children. I played mom and pop for years
and oddly enough I was good at it. The kids turned out well. When you are
working full time and raising kids, it really cuts into your playtime. I
would like to get back into the swing of things."

We talked more and then David entered. He was a happy man. He had a check
for $300,000.00 in his hand. The insurance company gave him a lump sum
settlement. I explained the situation to Rusty. Rusty was a smart man, and
somehow I think he knew David was a member of the fraternity.  They got
along well.

Old Gussy had a knack for finding like spirits in the lumber camp. He
seemed to know who was into it and who wasn't.  Rusty apparently had the
same skill. If a personality could be called magnetic, Rusty had it. David
was an up-tight, shy man and was always a bit uneasy socially. Rusty was
laid back and relaxed. David relaxed too. We went out to dinner that night.
We were three, slightly over the hill men having a good time and then came
back to my house for a nightcap.

While I had told David about my adventures with Rusty, Rusty knew nothing
about David. They got along well. Rusty said he had to leave. His dog was
at the motel and he had to let him out. I asked if he could come back the
next day for breakfast. He could bring the dog. He agreed and left.

"I can see why you liked Rusty," David said. "He is a nice guy.  I felt at
ease with him."

"Rusty has that effect on almost every one," I replied. We went to bed.

Rusty arrived early, as I knew he would. Polaris, his dog was with
him. Polaris was a black Labrador with a white star in the middle of his
chest. He was slightly reserved.  He was only three years old, but Rusty
told me the dog liked to check things out before he relaxed.

David slept late and he came in the kitchen wearing only jockey
shorts. Rusty did a double take when he saw David's basket.  David
pretended he hadn't noticed, but he didn't go back to the bedroom to put on
shorts. While Polaris was slightly standoffish with me, he took to David
immediately. He found the shy man attractive.

After breakfast, I went to work.  In the summer, I worked a half day. I
went off to the school leaving David, Rusty and Polaris talking. Actually,
Polaris was just watching them talk with polite interest. My half days in
the summer were just to check things out and deal with any problems that
might pop up. I was a salaried full-time employee of the School, but they
didn't pay overtime. When school was in session, I was there for every
night game and most weekends. The summer schedule made up for some of the
60 hour weeks during the rest of the year.

When I got home for lunch, Rusty and David were still talking in the
kitchen. The only difference was that both were naked now. "I see you boys
have gotten acquainted?" I said.

"Well Willy, I had some equipment I hadn't used in a while. I dusted it off
and we had a trial run to see if it still worked," Rusty explained.

I smiled. "Does it work?" I asked.

"As far as I can tell, it was in tip top condition," David said. We all
laughed. David was remarkably relaxed.

"We did have one problem," Rusty said. "David put on a little
tableau-vivant of Noah's flood, and I thought I might drown!"

"Remember to breathe and swallow!" I said.

"After that good breakfast of yours, I didn't need the extra protein, but I
made the sacrifice," Rusty added. "We've been talking. It seems to me we've
been having some pretty boring lives. It's time to kick some things up a
notch! We are all free and without attachments."

"I'm not too sure I want to be attached!" I said.

"I'm talking about those attachments that last fifteen minutes to an hour
and vanish once you balls are drained," Rusty explained. Rusty was always
more direct than I was. I was never comfortable talking about sex.  Rusty
never had a problem. He was always cheerful and enthusiastic. He use to
tell stories at the logging camp that would have been offensive if told by
another man, but when Rusty told them you would be rolling on the floor in
laughter.

I looked at David to see how he reacted. He was fine.  In a small town, a
school teacher has a lot of baggage. David had been teaching for
years. Everyone was a former pupil, or a parent, so you knew everyone. That
makes it a nice small town, but a hard place to find a playmate for a
little relief. Rusty had no associations with anyone in town except me.

There was one weakness in Rusty's plan for sexual liberation. He loved to
top, and neither David nor I were bottoms. Rusty suggested we go to a bar
and see what we could find. David was horrified. It was getting late and I
sent David and Rusty off to the Food Lion to get something for dinner.

While there were gone the doorbell rang. I went to answer it and found a
found a big, beefy fireman standing there.

"Excuse me, I am looking for David Miller," he said. "I'm Johnny Hughes,
the assistant Fire Marshal for the county. I had a report on the fire to
give him. We gave it to the insurance company, but I forgot to give him a
copy." I looked him over and liked what I saw. When I looked at him, I
realized I was doing the same to him. I was wearing shorts and a loose
fitting wife beater. He was in pressed uniform trousers, a white shirt and
tie. I could not have been sloppier; he couldn't have been neater. I told
him David would be back shortly and asked him in.  He came in.

"We sent the report directly to the Insurance Company, and I forgot to get
it to Mr. Miller first," Johnny said. "That is the wrong way to do it and I
hope Mr. Miller won't be too mad."

"Well, David is a very even tempered man," I said. "I doubt it will be a
problem. Would you like a beer?"

"I'm on duty until five," he replied.

I noticed he didn't say no. "You don't know Mr. Miller?  HeI use to teach
at the High School,"

"I'm from Gladstone in Essex County. I just moved here and don't know many
folks," Johnny said. "The former fire Marshall here was overly friendly
with some of the local developers. They decided to switch them out and
bring in men who aren't familiar with the residents."

"I guess that makes some sense," I said. Johnny may have been 30, but he
gave the impression he was a younger man. He had a military style haircut
and bushy mustache, that I guess was almost too big to meet regulations.

When David and Rusty returned, Johnny had the look of a bear cub that had
fallen into a bucket of honey. He seemed like a real straight arrow and I
wondered if he admitted to himself that he found men attractive. He gave
David the report on the fire. The cause was a squirrel eating the
insulation off wiring in the attic. A recent had storm damaged an attic
vent. The hole was big enough for the squirrel. The fire was unrelated to
the trash, although once the fire got a start, the trash contributed to the
intensity. David looked relieved. It was a freak accident; it was not due
to Dorothy's "collecting."

Johnny had to go to a meeting that night, but I knew he wanted to stay. He
left his card and put his home phone number on it, in case we wanted to get
in touch with him.

I told Johnny to, "Stop by if he wanted some garden fresh vegetables. I
have more than I can eat." I had a suspicion he didn't do much cooking, but
I thought he might like to make a return visit.  We had another good
dinner, and went to bed.

The three of us barely fit in the bed, but that wasn't a problem. I liked
sex and Rusty liked sex. David needed sex. He had years of built up needs
and desires. Dorothy had suppressed those needs in her dreary life of
complaint and backhanded insults. For years, David was the man who couldn't
satisfy her and provide a child. The sperm count problem was a fantasy. She
was infertile; David produced man cream by the quart.

David had spectacular orgasms. His entire body shivered and shook as he
pumped out sperm through his magnificent organ. I don't think the orgasms
were the main sexual attraction for David. I think he was shocked that he
could sexually satisfy another person. I am not the most demonstrative man
in the world, but compared to Dorothy, I was wildly affectionate. David
felt appreciated.

Rusty was demonstrative and affectionate. Everyone appreciated David as a
teacher. No one had ever appreciated or even thought of him as a sexual
person. That he encountered Rusty and me in two days was a revelation. I
had a few revelations too.

Rusty had a taste for man cream.  He loved it, and in David he discovered
an almost inexhaustible source of the sticky fluid. He liked it when it was
spurting Roman Candle style or flooding his mouth. What tured out to be
even better for David and me, was his taste for what Rusty called the
afterglow.

Technically I would have thought after drool would have been a better term,
but Rusty loved coaxing last drips and drops of sperm from my cock. It was
incredibly relaxing an erotic. He would lick your cock lollypop
style. Sometimes he would induce a late ejaculation. David would sometimes
respond with a full-scale orgasm, but just drooled and spurted.

One time, Rusty began to kiss me as David sucked my cock. we went at it big
time and damn if David didn't get his first taste of Janitorial High-Test
Ball Juice. I should have warned him about what was coming, but I was
preoccupied. This was his first mouthful of sperm. David did well, but he
didn't swallow. Rusty noticed and he kissed David.

David had a nice hands free orgasm as they shared my cream. He told us he
had never had that happen before. I think David was surprised that some
overt signs of affection increased the pleasure so significantly. He was
shaking after that experience, but he came to terms with it.

Rusty liked going were no man had gone before. He seemed to have a genuine
interest in exploring other men's sexual potential. David and I tended to
hold back. My dad told me to hold my hand close to my chest and to make
sure I never showed my cards. That is good advice for poker, but not for
sex. In some ways I thought it was bad to let anyone know how sexually
excited I was.  It was unmanly.

No one was more a manly or more sex crazed than Rusty. He liked sex and
wasn't embarrassed or apologetic at all. He looked for ways to break
through my reserve.  That task was made easier for him when he moved from
the motel to my house. Polaris, the dog, came with him. Polaris was a good
dog, affectionate but not a pest. He liked the back yard overlooking my
garden. He did not like four legged trespassers in the garden. Deer soon
decided to stay away. Groundhogs, rabbits and other pest either stayed away
or I would find an animal sacrifice on the back steps.

David was planning to rebuild a house.  Rusty had owned a construction
company and was really helpful. Everything was good. The only weak part of
our new living arrangement was Rusty still wanted to find a top. I had
bottomed a few times at the camp, but I thought Rusty was bigger than I
could take and I knew David was well beyond my sphincter's capacity.

A week after Rusty moved in, I saw Johnny, our fireman, jogging by my
house.  It was a Saturday and he wasn't in uniform. He was wearing a tank
top and shorts. I was in the garden and called out to him. He came over. My
house wasn't on any normal jogging path, so I knew he was there on purpose.

Johnny is a big boy and he was sweating like a pig. While he was blond, he
tanned and a thick coat of golden, curly hair covered his body. The sweat
matted is hair and the shirt to his body. He wasn't a body builder, but he
was in much better shape than I suspected. He would never be a ballet
dancer, but he would have been a good man to have on a football team. I
gave him some water and we talked.

 Rusty and David came out of the house wearing only shorts. This time no
one pretended that weren't looking each other over. Everyone seemed to like
what he saw. Rusty wasn't exactly forward, but he wasn't shy. His shorts
were too small and his equipment was clearly evident.  David was wearing my
son's gym shorts,. They were polyester, well worn and entirely inadequate
to the task of hiding his horse cock.

Johnny shorts were wet and clung to his body. If he had been the only one
showing off his equipment he would have been embarrassed. David wouldn't
stare, but Rusty looked. Johnny almost did a double take when he saw the
outline of David's cock. As he looked up he saw that Rusty had
noticed. Rusty smiled and winked. He then licked his lips. Johnny knew the
lay of the land.

We wandered around the garden and talked. I hadn't been sure of Johnny, but
I decided he was a straight man who liked cock. He responded to masculine
men. He wanted to be with them.  We were all well endowed with
testosterone, as well as the matching physical equipment. Johnny was a
small town boy and I guessed his images of gay life were of the effeminate
types portrayed in the media. I'm not sure he knew about other gay men, who
were just guys.

It was hot and the sun was even hotter. Sweat poured off his body and his
shorts clung to his cock. It looked meaty and I was pretty sure it wasn't
entirely relaxed. When we returned to the porch, I said I would make some
lunch. I went in the house and produced some ham and cheese sandwiches. I
got some beer out of the fridge. I hear the porch shower turn on. My guess
was that Rusty suggested that they clean up and cool off.

When I returned to the porch, they were all clean and naked. "I told Johnny
the dress code here was informal," Rusty said. I put the food on the table
and stripped off my shorts.

"It is all boys here," I said. "My Momma always said, "A smile on the face
is perfect for every occasion." I don't think she envisioned this exact
occasion, but good attitude is enough for my house."  The sandwiches
vanished in seconds. Johnny volunteered to help me make a second batch.

"I've never been naked outside before,' he whispered.

"Are you embarrassed?  Offended?"

"It was strange at first, but I'm okay now," Johnny replied. "You guys must
be use to it."  He paused. "I'm afraid I might show hard.  It's hard for me
to control my cock."

I smiled. "It's hard for every man to control his cock some times. Don't
worry," I said. I decided to clue him in. He was excited and was afraid
they might find out his sexual interests. I figured if I told he we liked
man play, he would either relax and join in or leave.

"Let me tell you something, Johnny. For David, Rusty and me a cock isn't
just your piss drain, it our favorite toy. If you showed hard, we would
want to play with it, not laugh at you."

"You guys don't look gay," he said.

"You don't look gay either," I said. "It takes all kinds. I like sex with
men, but not the flower arranging part of gay life."

Johnny laughed nervously. "That sounds like me. Too tell you the truth,
it's what I think about, but don't have the nerve to do.  I've never really
don it."

"Have you sort of done it? Like with old pals or at the rest stops?" I
asked.  He nodded.

"It's different when you are with nice guys and there is to chance of
anyone walking in on you," I said. "I remember those quick blowjobs behind
the bushes in the rest stop. They were exciting, but nothing like what
Rusty, Dave and I can work up. Let's take the sandwiches out to the boys."

"I'm hard," Johnny murmured.

"That is not going to be a problem," I replied.