Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2004 18:12:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Glenmore Grange 7

Glenmore Grange

Part 7

By Bald Hairy Man

If you don't like gay stories or descriptions of sexual activity, DON'T
READ THIS STORY. If you are offended, why are you here?  Go where you
aren't offended.  This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort at safe
sexual practices has been made.  If you have any comments or suggestions,
sent them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com, or bldhrymn@aol.com.


The party wound down after my coupling with Mitch.  I was drained and
wasted.  Bill had to get home early the next day, so we left.  We got up
and left the bed and breakfast early and made it back by 3:00 the next day.

My tolerance for sex is high, so I wanted to get back to Glenmore, but it
is amazing how events conspire against easy lust.  A week or two after the
Glenmore Lodge meeting I was called by an associate of mine to advise on an
expedition in Central America. That took all of my extra time for the next
six months. This was one of those once in a lifetime opportunities. The
expedition was primarily archaeological, but the men in charge had noted a
correlation between their finds and the indigenous tribal patterns of the
current residents of the area.

I got a grant and spent the summer and fall semester in Central
America. When I returned, it took a while to re establish my connection
with the men in Glenmore.  Shortly after Christmas, my colleague, Bill
Baselstrode, knocked on my office door.  Bill had a heart attack while I
was gone, but seemed to be fully recovered.  He asked about my work, then
moved onto the reason for his visit.

"You enjoyed your visits to Glenmore Grange before you left?" he
asked. "The men there were asking about you.  They were afraid you were
offended."

"I sure did enjoy it and no one could have been less offended," I
replied. "I enjoyed every minute.  I thought everybody could tell!"

Bill smiled, "That certainly was my impression. I was planning to go there
this weekend, but my traveling companion can't make it. You remember Tony?
His father is sick and he has to go home to Indiana.  I was wondering if
you might like to come along."  He paused.  "Since the heart attack, I've
been uneasy traveling that distance alone."

"I have a lot of work to do," I said.  "I have a paper to give in April."
Jim looked disappointed.  I felt a bit disappointed myself.  "What the
hell, I've been working nonstop for nine months, a weekend off would do me
good."  Bill looked as if Christmas had come again.

Friday afternoon we got in Jim's car and drove to Glenmore. I did the
driving. As we talked, I found out, this was Bill's first trip away since
his heart attack. He had always been healthy and active.  The attack was a
shock to him. It was good I decided to go with him to Glenmore.  Bill
wasn't a close friend, but he was a trusted colleague and I was glad to
help him out this way.

Sam and Virgil were waiting for us at the Bed and Breakfast.  Apparently we
had been greatly missed. Sam was still a shaggy otter; his dirty blond hair
was well mixed with white now, but he was still tanned and his blue eyes
seemed to sparkle.  I wondered if he had given up on drugs, his eyes had
usually been a bit glazed.  Virgil was a few pounds heavier, but his red
beard was even more luxuriant than it had been before.

I commented on it. He said, he had grown it for a historical reinactment,
and had kept it. It did give him that 19th century patriarchal look,
although the red was definitely festive looking.

Sam and Virgil said we had been missed.  The Grange had some new members.
They were sure we would get along well. We had dinner then retired to the
hot tub. Sam had roofed over the hot tub area so he could use it in cooler
weather.  Bill went to bed early; he was tired from the trip.

"What are the new members like?" I asked.

"Do you remember Edward and Franklin?" Sam asked.

"The warden and the judge's bodyguard?" I asked.

"That's them.  It was a bit of a surprise, but they seem to have found some
friends who shared their interests," Virgil said. "You remember how uptight
and nervous Franklin was? He ran into me on the street a month or two later
and asked if he could come to the Grange again.  Of course, I said yes.  He
came to the next meeting, then asked if he could bring a friend to the
next. There must be three or four of his bodybuilding buddies attending
regularly now."

"Edward found some like spirited men at his prison." Sam added. "He had a
horse-hung psychiatrist from India, and a director for Education as well as
two guards who like to take a walk on the wild side."

"Am I right in saying horse hung is your thing?" I asked.

"It's one of my things," Sam conceded. "Ram Singh would be an impressive
man even of he wasn't hung like Trigger. He's helped me a lot. He broke me
of some bad habits."

"How was that?" I asked.

"You know the story of Lysistrata?"  Virgil asked. "Sam was faced with the
dreadful choice of either giving up drugs or giving up Ram's cock."

"It may shock you to know I opted for sex." Sam said.  "His cock feels so
good.  I didn't need anything else. Actually, I've felt better than I have
in years."  The doorbell rang and Sam went to answer it.  A few minutes
later he returned with Mitch.  Mitch stripped and joined us in the hot tub.

"Gee, I'm glad you're back, Gus. Lou needs some more encouragement." Mitch
said. "He's almost talking now."

"Mitch has Martin and another man, Arny, living with him now." Virgil
said. "It's been good for all of them."

"They're all good men." Mitch said. "Good friends too."

"You've worked wonders with those boys," Sam said. "I've known Lou for
years and never thought he would ever function again."

"They are hoping you will give them some time tomorrow, Gus." Mitch said,
"Especially Lou and Martin. Martin hasn't been the same since you were
here.  He loved the attention."

"It was fun for me," I said. We talked for a while longer, then I went to
my bedroom to take a leak.  I got on the bed to read a letter I had picked
up leaving my house that morning. I woke up at seven the next morning.  I
had slept through the night and had hardly moved. The last few months had
been busy, but I hadn't realized how tired I was.

Sam had a big breakfast prepared.  Bill was there already.  He was talking
with the other guest.  He was an old friend of Sam.  The man was my age,
but informally dressed. Sam introduced him as Cody.  There was something
familiar about him, but I couldn't place him.

Cody was of middle height and thin, was very tanned and had a good
smile. He had a mellow, baritone voice. The voice rang a bell too.  The
conversation was pleasant but changed when Sam asked me to take Cody to the
Grange Hall. Sam had to go early for a committee meeting. Cody hadn't been
to a Grange meeting before and we gave him details.

That afternoon we drove over to the Grange Hall.  Bill and I went to one
side and Robert greeted Cody and took him the other side.  We stripped and
entered the Grange Hall.  There were clusters of men in the room. I saw
Mitch to the side, so I went over to see him. I didn't see Lou but when I
got over to Mitch, Lou, Martin and another man were sitting to the
side. They came over as soon as they saw me.

I hugged Lou and Martin.  They were hard by the time we finished hugging.

"Gus, this Arny!" Lou said as he introduced the third man. I suspected that
sentence was a major achievement for Lou.  Arny was a bit older and
heavier. He had a brown beard which merged with his thick, curly body hair.
He held back and looked shy and uneasy.  I went over to him and hugged him.
He sighed.  I stroked the hair on his back. The four of us went to the side
of the room.

Soon, I felt like a mother dog suckling her puppies.  Lou and Martin
offered Arny my cock; apparently they wanted him to try it first. Arny was
uneasy. I smiled at him and raised my cock to the level of his mouth.  He
looked at me again; I nodded.  He took it into his mouth. Once he did that,
all the unease vanished.  Arny liked cock and knew how to suck one.  After
a while, the three of them traded positions.

Martin was cuddling with me.  He liked my furry body and his cock showed
his appreciation. Lou and Arny shared my cock.  One took my balls, the
other my cock.  Eventually Lou was sitting on my cock.  Arny stayed put and
licked my balls and cock as it slid into Lou's ass.

Martin wanted to take a ride on my cock, so when Lou popped and got off my
cock, Martin took his place.  Martin wasn't a natural bottom, but he wanted
to be like his friend Lou.  Mitch and Edward were watching and Edward
produced a bottle of poppers.  That helped.  It was a slow process, but
once I got all the way up his ass, he loved it.  Actually, I don't know if
it was my cock, or the poppers. Whatever it was, he had a spectacular
orgasm.

Arny was the only member of the trio whose balls were still full. He was
watching Martin spray me with his cum.  Arny's cock was close to my mouth
and when Martin got off my cock, I rolled over and swallowed it. Arny was
shocked, but pleased.  His cock was a classic beer can, almost as wide as
it was long; it was hard as a rock.

He had been sucking or licking and no one had sucked him yet, so his dick
was coated in cock drool.  It was sweet and thick enough to bottle and
sell. I loved it.  Arny had a wide slit; my tongue could get deep into his
shaft and intercept the precum straight from the balls. I was enjoying it,
but apparently not as much as Arny.  He twitched and my mouth was flooded
with his cum.

I soon realized Arny had been saving up. He tried to pull away at the
beginning of his climax, but I wouldn't let him.  As I said, he had a wide
slit and as he shot off, the cum tunnel opened wider. My tongue was already
in the slit, so I pushed deeper, damming up the cum and trapping it in the
shaft. I couldn't hold it back for more than a second or two, but it was
good for me and great for Arny.

Arny's ejaculations kept on coming. After the first dozen explosive shots,
he calmed down, but his cock continued to produce. The ejaculation still
produced thick and creamy cum.  It must have been two minutes later when he
finally shot the final drops of cum.

It had been good for me, exciting and stimulating. I had been horny when I
entered the Grange Hall, I was even more revved up when I got up after
taking Arny's load. Two men came over to me as I stood there.

"Was that as good as it looked?" one of the men asked.  He was a young,
very muscular man, blond and shaved except for his pubic bush. It was
clipped.

"No, it was better." I said.  The guy laughed.

"I'm Bruce, Arny used to work with me at the prison." he said.

"I'm Gus." I said as we shook hands.  The guy with him introduced himself
as Tom.  He was a tall, thin man, who was a bodybuilder too; he towered
over Bruce.  Tom too shaved his body, but his pubic hair was bushy and
thick; his balls were hairy too. I'm a big, shaggy guy. Next to the two
muscle builders I felt like a sheepdog.

Bruce clearly had no interest in a middle-aged, bearded man. Tom may not
have been interested in me, but my cock attracted him. My session with Lou
and his friends had inspired me and my cock was enlarged. Tom didn't drool,
but he could hardly take his eyes off of it.

Bruce told me Arny's story. They all were guards at the prison, when there
was a fire in one of the cell blocks.  This was a part of an escape plot by
one of the men.  Arny got all of the men out, but returned into the
building to rescue another guard.  The guard had escaped by another
route. When Arny emerged from the building, another guard struck him,
thinking he was an escaping prisoner.  Arny was in a coma for six months
and when he came out of it, there was serious brain damage.

As Bruce told me the story, Tom kept on staring at my cock and his meat
began to respond. I excused myself to go to the showers. I needed to clean
up and had just turned the shower and wasn't surprised when Tom arrived.

Eddy, the young guy I had met at the first meeting entered the room next.
They both got near me in the shower room.  Eddy got excited easily and Tom
made a snide comment about Eddy's erection.

"I though hard cocks are why we are here," I said. "If you're not
interested, you came to the wrong party."  Tom looked a bit taken back.  He
didn't say a word.  "Don't just stand there, suck someone!" I said.

Tom dropped to his knees and sucked my cock. Eddy was next to me and soon
Tom was sucking both of our cocks.  Tom wasn't very good at it, but I gave
him credit for trying it. I sensed he wasn't a natural sucker.  He was
getting into it, when I made him get up. His long, thin cock was as hard as
it could be. I took his place on the shower room floor.

He was oozing some but nothing like Arny. He was tense as his cock slid
down my throat.  "Shit!" he cried.  Tom shot off, twitching and
squirting. Again, had it not been for Arny, I would have been impressed.
Tom was embarrassed.

"I didn't mean to shoot off so fast. Sorry I didn't give you more warning,"
he said. I stood up.

"No problem for me," I said, "That's why we're here, isn't it?" Eddy
started sucking me.  His sucking technique was good and was getting better.

"I guess so, I had just hoped I could get more milage before I shot." Tom
said.

"The second orgasm is a lot slower."

"I don't feel much like doing it again." Tom replied. "I'm a one shot guy.
I think I'll go home."

"You should stick around, the second orgasm is usually better." I said. Tom
looked puzzled.

"You think so?"

"I know so. How about you, Eddy?" I asked.

Eddy looked up from my cock.  "They're all good." he said. He deep throated
my cock again.

"Stick around and I'll see you later," I said to Tom as he left the room.
Two men entered as Tom left.  I didn't know them but Eddy did. He got up to
introduce us.

"Gus, this is Paul and Ram.  They work at the prison." Eddy said.  They
were spectactularly mismatched men.  Paul was barely five feet four, stocky
and hairy, with a cock that vanished in his pubic bush.  Ram was a tall,
muscular Sikh, hung like an oriental fertility god.  I remembered Sam's
conversation about a psychiatrist at the prison, this must have been the
man.  I said hello and we shook hands.  I looked Ram in the eye.  His eye
was on my cock.  When he looked up, I looked down at his massive meat.
Finally out eyes met and we both laughed.

"I rather think we will get along well!" the Indian said in an Oxford
accent.  "You certainly are well equipped for a close friendship."  I
reached over and felt his cock as he stroked mine.  It was actually heavy
to the touch.  His balls were downright massive.

"Is your dance card full?" Ram said, looking at Eddy.  It was clear he
didn't want to trespass if Eddy and I had plans.

Eddy shook his head.  "It's share and share alike.  We're all friends," he
said.  "Or at least we will be friends shortly."

"Let's all finish our showers before we get down to business.  Did Eddy
tell you, I'm a top?" Ram asked.

"I swing both ways," I said.  "I hope I don't insult you if I told you, I'm
a bit of a size queen." Ram smiled and his cock twitched.