Date: Thu, 1 Jan 2015 07:19:13 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: My Year Off 5

My Year Off 5
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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Everyone at the party was nice and friendly. While there was quite a bit of
sex, there was not too much, at least not too much for me. It was not too
much for Mark either. Everyone was nice to him. He was not a beautiful
young thing and his visits to gay bars had not been good. The men here were
polite and friendly. There were no prima donnas or attitude queens.

Mark was at his best naked. He was well equipped and semi-erect all the
time. That showed his assets to best advantage. He was not fussy, had good
stamina and was willing. That was a recipe for popularity.

He was not very experienced and everyone was willing to help him out
learning new skills. Mark enjoyed sex and wanted to please. His connection
with Ernie was good. Ernie was both appreciative and vocal in his
praise. Mark could also take instruction. He was willing to try new things
and adjust his fucking technique for his partner's particular likes.

Mark liked talking about sex and his poor experience being fucked for the
first time gave men a chance to tell him their stories.  A poor maiden run
was not unusual or rare. He received both sympathy and several were willing
to show him how to do it right. Mark took advantage of the opportunities.

We had superb dinner and then a quiet evening talking and relaxing. Some
men were sleeping in Teddy's house, but there were several tents. The house
was luxurious, but the tents were not Army surplus by any means. Everyone
had shot off at least once during the day, so there was no frenzied need to
have more sex.  It was calm and relaxed.

I misread the situation. Most of the men had used the day to hunt casually
for a bedmate. They were not planning to spend all of the night sleeping. I
went back to my camp with Ernie, Leo and Wolf. Wolf was a biker and looked
it.  He was scary looking, but under the biker gear he was a nice guy; he
just liked the look.

Leo and Wolf were bear types. Ernie and I were otters.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'd like to spend the night fucking
someone to sleep," Wolf said. "Does that offend anyone?" It was silent. "By
anyone, I mean Andy. I'd love to get in your ass boy!"

"I like it all, but Wolf's spent so much time in my ass he's worn a
groove," Ernie said. "I would like to try Andy too."

"This is beginning to sound like a gang bang," I said. I was thinking the
same thing and that worried me.  Wolf must have noticed my unease.

"Don't worry kid. I like the biker look, but I can't do it with a man who
isn't into it. I have a thick one, but if he winces when I'm fucking, I
lose my erection," Wolf said. I had seen his cock and it looked like a
telephone pole. "I don't shove my cock anywhere it's not wanted."

"Wolf likes sloppy seconds," Ernie said. "I'm easy to take and I like to
provide home brewed lubricant. My balls churn the stuff out in
buckets. It's messy but good."

"I'm mostly top, but I could open up for anyone here," Leo said.  There
were many options and Leo suggested we try them all. "I love to
sixty-nine," Leo added. "I wouldn't mind having a cock in my ass as it did
it. I like to be fully occupied."

"That sounds good to me!" Ernie and Wolf said simultaneously. We all
laughed and then got down to business. I sixty-nined with Leo, s cock was
easy to take and easy to deep throat. He was he was into it and was pumping
precum.  He had no problem with my cock either. I knew he wanted to fuck
me, but he was an enthusiastic sucker.

I was on the bottom sucking as I watched Wolf get his cock into position to
fuck. Leo pulled his legs up so his hole was open. Ernie rearranged my legs
to open my hole. Wolf and Ernie did not exactly coordinate their efforts
but they were close. I watched Wolf's cock open and then enter Leo seconds
before Ernie entered me. Leo squirted a nice glob of precum as Wolf rammed
his prostate. That glob of man juice was enough to relax my ass and let
Ernie into me.

The next fifteen minutes was pretty much a sexual haze that ended with a
complete exchange of sexual fluids. Remarkably, that was all but
simultaneous. Leo and I shot off in our mouths as Ernie and Wolf filled out
asses. We all broke apart afterwards, exhausted.

I slept a while in a warm sexual glow. It was clear to me that Leo shared
my sexual experiences and feelings. The suspicion that I was just a toy to
give sexual pleasure vanished. I did not feel that Ernie was using me; it
seemed that his cock was providing a service to my ass. Everything was in
balance. There was squirting sperm everywhere, and there was more than
enough for everyone to enjoy. I woke us the next morning with Wolf easing
his cock into my ass.

He was a mind reader. Our activity woke Ernie. He sucked me as Wolf
fucked. We went for a swim after the orgasm and Leo cooked breakfast. After
that I screwed Wolf as Leo fucked Ernie, Wolf ate Ernie's cum. We did not
completely explore every possible combination of sexual connections, but we
came close.

We returned to the other side of the pond and rejoined the group
there. Mark was the happiest man in the world by the time we had
returned. His sexual explorations had been both extensive and successful.
He had drained his balls and exercised his cock. More importantly, he had
discovered a new sex organ in his ass.

I had to go home that afternoon.  The morning activities were fun, but not
as exciting at the previous night's activities with Wolf, Ernie and
Leo. Back home things were quiet at the plant and quiet sexually. Robbie
was on vacation and that cut into my sex life dramatically. The big event
was the annual state inspection of the plant. I wanted everything spic and
span and ready. Luckily, I am good about record talking and I had
everything in order.

The inspection team consisted of Mr. Neil Benson, who was an older man and
a younger man, Joseph Bartlett. He was also just out of school and was an
officious know it all. He did not like anything and criticized every
detail.  He seemed to have memorized the regulations but had no knowledge
of a typical plant. I tried to explain how the equipment worked. Some of
the things he wanted done were physically impossible. Others would require
us to close the plant for weeks to achieve. He did not understand, or did
not want to understand. Mr. Benson stayed quiet.  The next say Mr. Benson
came by the plant alone at 9:00 in the morning. "I need to apologize for
you about yesterday's inspection. We had some complaints about Mr. Bartlett
and I came along to see if there was a problem. I do not criticize staff in
public, but there is a problem.  Bartlett passed every exam with flying
colors, but he has a difficult personality and limited hands on experience
in the field," he explained.

"I couldn't figure out what was wrong with him, but he had memorized the
regulations without knowing anything about the actual equipment and
plants. Many of his interpretations were incorrect and some were
outlandish," he continued. "He also seems to possess an adversarial
relationship and feels it is more important for him to be right than to
correctly interpret the regulations. I have asked the City Manager if we
could assign him to work here and learn the ropes." I must have looked
shocked.

"That is if it is acceptable with you," he added.

"I'm not sure I could help," I said. "He didn't seem to be very flexible."

"I had a rather firm talk with him last night.  He understands the gravity
of the situation," Benson said. "He will be flexible."

"Is that a flexible or else situation?" I asked. Benson smiled and said,
"No comment."

I agreed to take him on as a trainee. Neil looked resigned to the situation
more than willing when he arrived the next morning. He was just short of
being sullen.  I soon found he had one major problem; he did not like being
wet or getting dirty. Neil was not a hands on sort of man. Water
purification is not a dirty job by any means, but his fear of touching
machinery was a problem. Even worse was his fear of untreated water. He
seemed to equate untreated water with poison. Oddly, he was a swimmer, but
only in chlorinated pools.

By the end of the day, I suspected his fear was a phobia and not
rational. He needed a doctor, not a trainer.  Benson called me for a report
at the end of the day.  Neil did not come back the next day.  Three days
later Benson brought another trainee to inspect the plant. Jeffrey was an
older man who was well over six feet tall and 250 pounds. This was a second
career for him; he had been in the Army. He was inexperienced, but
rational. Benson wanted him to work with me for a few days so he could
understand the work and processes needed for the plant.

The regulations listed required tests and procedures, but did not give any
hands-on instructions. Jeffrey was interested and asked intelligent
questions. I was 20 years younger than he was, but that did not seem to be
a problem. Jeffrey was a big clunky man and he did not look smart. Once he
understood the tests and procedures, he became more animated and
enthusiastic.

He had been in the army since age 18 and was not academically oriented. He
had not been a star student during training, but once he was in the field,
it all made sense. Jeffrey wanted to know the typical problems he might
encounter. The biggest problems were with skipping tests. I am extremely
regular in my habits and had never missed a test. Some had been late, and a
few were early. I marked the actual date and time of each test in the
logbook.

If the test is listed as taking place on 10:00 on the dot every day, there
was a chance the test was not made. Almost no one is that regular. There is
a normal variation from day to day and by season.  I would get one or two
odd readings a week. I made a second test, since there was a better chance
of a flawed test, than a major change in the water.  I had to be careful
when manure was spread on the fields, and I watched for imported
manure. This was sludge from big cities. Properly treated, it was safe, but
there could be some major inconsistencies. I had heard that some of the
sludge companies were connected to organized crime.

If you caught these problems when the first traces appeared in the water,
it was fine. If you discovered it later, there were big problems. We could
adjust the chemical treatment of the water.  Since we had a reservoir, we
could also divert the problem water and just use stored water for a week
until the situation improved.

All of this made sense to Jeffrey and it made the regulations
understandable. The big diseases of the past like cholera and diphtheria
still exist. They are just waiting for a failure in the treatment system.

He was staying in a motel for the week. He spent two days with Robbie doing
work in the field.  They hit it off, since they were closer in age. I went
on one of my evening walks and found Jeffrey sitting on the porch of
Robbie's house. I soon realized I was interrupting something.

I have terrible gaydar and I had not guessed Jeffrey was a member of the
club. He certainly did not look the part. It was soon evident that Jeffrey
had poor gaydar too.  It took him a while to realize why I was
there. Robbie was amused by the situation. Jeffrey got up to leave.

"Andy and I are pals and he comes by to take care of some mutual stress
relief," Robbie said. "You know, letting off a little steam, lightening the
weight in our balls.  We are real open-minded. Would you like to join us?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure I am into that stuff," Jeffrey said. I thought
that was a no. Robbie knew better.

"I need to warn you. We aren't into romance, it just messing around and
having fun," Robbie explained. He looked Jeffrey in the eye. "I have a
feeling you are up tight and could use some fun?"

"You are right about that," Jeffrey said.  Even I knew that was a yes. "I
could use a little relaxation."

"Let's go inside and see what happens," Robbie said.  We went into his
house and to his bedroom.

"I need to warn you that I am hoping that there won't be a drop of man seed
in our balls when you leave here tonight," Robbie added. We stripped and
Jeffrey went right for Robbie's cock. Robbie was built like a brick, but a
masculine brick. Robbie got Jeffrey to lie on his back on the bed. We
shared Jeffrey's cock and I sucked Robbie when he was sucking. Robbie did
the same for me.  I worked on Jeffrey's uncut cock. It was thick and a bit
over six-inches long. He had been oozing for a while, trapping his man goo
in his foreskin. I liked it.  His boated cockhead was sensitive, and he was
responsive. Jeffrey was the strong, silent type, but his cock head was not.

"Do you need to catch your breath?" Ronnie asked.

"That might be good," Jeffrey said.  "I'm a little dizzy."  We broke apart.

"Are you enjoying it?" Ronnie asked.

"Yeah, it's good," Jeffrey said. "It seems strange."

"What is strange?"

"Well, being with two guys is new to me," Jeffrey said. "I'm kind of
expecting someone the break in on us and arrest us."

"For a long while all sex for me was quickies in a park or restroom,"
Robbie said. "It took me a while to get used to having time. I could go
from zero to sixty and then shoo off in record time. Now I like the long
build up to the orgasm, the longer the better."

"I like getting a blow job, but I've never given one in return," Jeffrey
said a bit sheepishly. "One guy took my cum. That was really good.  Most
guys got pissed when I shot off."

"The secret to cock sucking if finding a man you want to suck. It is a bit
flattering when someone wants to sample your man seed," Robbie
explained. "Andy likes mine and I like to give it to him. You just let
nature take its course."

"Do you take his?" Jeffrey asked.

"I've done it a few times.  He likes mine a lot," Robbie said. "Andy can
shoot off several times, so he can feed a group if he is so inclined."
Jeffrey looked at me. I could tell what he wanted. "Andy likes it in the
ass too."

"Robbie, you are giving away all my secrets," I said.

"I think Jeffrey still has his training wheels on. I am just telling him
the ground rules," Robbie said. "I like to suck and fuck. I have a strong
suspicion that I would not mind a mouthful of Jeffrey's special brew
too. I'm not promising that, it is just a suspicion." I had returned to
sucking Jeffrey's cock.  When Robbie said that there was a spurt of precum.

"Damn, I almost shot off," Jeffrey said.

Robbie smiled. "That is the objective of this night's entertainment."  It
did not take that long for Jeffery to relax and get into the swing of
things. He may have been shy and inexperienced, but he was responsive. He
seemed to like everything.

I had the feeling Jeffrey had never experienced full-throttle sex. He had
always been limited by time and place. He was not into effeminate men.
Robbie and to a lesser extent I were the sort of men he wanted. Robbie and
I were sexually generous and willing to do what he wanted.

Jeffrey had big balls that were filled to over flowing. While had had never
been in a threesome before, there was more than enough sperm for both of us
and his recharge time was short. In one case, it couldn't have been more
than ten minutes.

I took his first load. He built up his nerve and began to suck Robbie. When
he was sucking Robbie, I took care of him.  I think sucking Ronnie was a
big turn on for him if his steady flow of precum was any indicator.  When
he shot off, I took the load.  Ronnie said he wanted to do some clean up,
so he sucked Jeffrey's semi-hard cock.  Jeffrey popped a second time.
Ronnie had to swallow twice. After an hour and a half of play, the party
broke up.

The next morning around ten, I had a bad test.  I redid it and the second
test was worse. I called the Director of Public Works who was out of the
office at a seminar. I then called the City Manager and the State. I closed
the fresh water inlets to the system. Jeffrey did continuous testing, as I
called officials.

The problem wasn't organic, like sludge or manure; it was chemical.  There
was a trace of something at 10:00, more at 10:20 and much more at 11:00.
Clearly, something was pouring or leaking into the river. Jeffrey had
participated in a mock chemical spill exercise at school. He knew what to
do and had some thoughts as to the chemicals.

Jeffrey was a happy man. To go from being a soldier in battle to an
environmental quality inspector is a major change. In one instant, his new
job became relevant and important.  He was no longer just a pencil
pusher. Jeffrey had a good memory, and when he encountered a situation that
required it, he was ready.

He had memorize a list of the most likely chemicals to be spilled. We were
able quickly eliminate the petroleum based chemicals, and manure.  We then
had a smaller group of suspect chemicals. The City Manager and Robbie knew
the local possible sources of contaminants well. When we described the
situation, Robbie exclaimed, "The fucking Smith Brothers!"

The Smith Brothers had been trash men, but now listed themselves as
Hazardous Waste Disposal Experts. They had been in trouble for taking
shortcuts before.  They were supposed to be packaging wastes to be sent to
official hazardous waste disposal sites. The manager and police went to see
the Smith Brothers taking Jeffrey with them.

An hour later, they found the dumpsite and identified the chemicals. Our
fire department had some chemical clean up skills.  They stopped the flow
into the river. Later that day the State crews arrived on the scene and
began the clean-up process.

The Smith Brothers were not particularly careful and they often used
temporary labor. The labor was untrained and a portion was not English
speaking. The warning signs on barrels of waste meant nothing to them. A
foreman told them to empty a room and then left.  The men thought empty was
to empty the barrels, not empty the room.  They just dumped barrels of
toxic waste.  Two of the workers had to be sent to the hospital for
chemical burns.

We acted quickly enough to avoid a major incident. I was covered in glory
again, and Jeffrey shared in the praise.  Mr. Benson was happy and Jeffrey
had proved himself.

A few days later Jeffrey came by my house after work. "I have something I
want to talk to you about," he said. "It's kind of embarrassing and
personal."

"Go ahead and tell me the problem," I said.

"I had a real good time with you and Robbie the other day," he said. "I
thought it was good, but when I got home I figured it was close to being
the best time I ever had. Was it that good for you and Robbie? I had never
done a lot of that stuff before. I don't know if I was doing it right. You
guys are nice and I was thinking you were just being polite."

"You don't need to worry about that, you were fine. Sex is mostly natural
and it doesn't require any special skills," I said. "You are a nice guy,
and your cock can make friends easily. Let me tell you, Robbie isn't much
of a cum eater. He took yours and he liked it. That is rare. He wanted your
seed."

"Do I have to take his?"

"Nope, that is not a requirement," I said. "I think it is best of you both
give and take, but that is in general. It is not a tit-for-tat thing. Some
men are suckers; others are fuckers. You don't need to do it all."

"I think I would like to fuck a guy," he said. "I'm not sure I would like
to be fucked."

"Is there anyone you like so much, you would consider taking his cock in
your ass?"

Jeffrey looked at me for a few seconds. "I'd be willing to take Ronnie's
cock," he said. "Some things might take some practice. Sucking was okay.
Actually, it was more than okay. I might be able to take some sperm. I'm
not sure. I am pretty sure I would like to fuck."

"Maybe I could help you out," I said. "We could practice and try out some
things." Jeffrey looked relieved.