Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2013 19:00:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Redneck Reveries 4

Redneck Reveries 4
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
bldhrymn@yahoo.com

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Blackwell went home at noon, and John and I talked.  His wife had
blindsided him. He had been saving to buy a house. She had emptied the
savings account, so he was close to being penniless. I think he was too
shocked to be mad. I had observed a number of gay breakups and the looting
of the bank accounts was a common experience. I could give him some
guidance.

I called some lawyer friends. They knew of her lawyers and told me John's
biggest problem would be getting back the money she spent on legal
fees. They had a history of telling their clients anything they wanted to
hear and charging an arm and a leg. They were financially successful in
spite of their dismal record in the courtroom.

We had a few beers during the course of the afternoon, and John calmed
down. It had been a long day and after dinner we were both ready for bed.

"Somerville, this may sound odd, but I'd like to mess around some," he
said.  I had thought John knew me better. I was always ready to mess
around.

"That would be nice," I replied, "real nice."

"You know I'm basically a fuck and shoot kind of guy?" he continued.  I
nodded. "I'm wanting something romantic, kissing and stuff like that. Would
that bother you?"

"Not it wouldn't," I said. "Let's just act like we are two guys wildly in
love with each other."

He smiled. "I can be in love with you for one night.  Is that enough for
you?"

I told him yes. We went to bed.

I knew John was a good man and a nice guy. I didn't know if he could be
affectionate or passionate. That wasn't a problem at all. We kissed, we
cuddled we sucked and he fucked. More correctly, he fucked and fucked and
fucked. I think he fell asleep with his cock in my ass. It was a wonderful
night.

The next morning he went back to his house.  On Monday he was at work as if
nothing had happened, at his home or in my bedroom.

If I had been able to get John and his crew over to my house every night or
two that would have been good, but that didn't happen. We were all busy
men. Scheduling was a bitch.  There was another problem.  We were all hard
working men. They were early risers and I had found that getting to the
Italian Garden Theater early in the morning was much cooler.  I was getting
up at six. After diner the urge to sleep came quickly.  Club boys could
stay up all night; that wasn't an option for us.

I had many social and professional events I had to attend. It was lucky if
we could get together every two weeks or so. I saw John and his crew every
day or two at the theater, and I ran into Blackwell often at the
Museum. Non-staff people could not wander the non-public areas of the
Museum without a staff member with them.  Blackwell was my minder.  I
thought that was a bit much, but the director told me that I would be
shocked at what an 8 by 12 inch painting or drawing was worth.  There was a
pretty Degas painting on the wall behind him in his office. I understood. I
was nice to see Blackwell and talk with him. There were cameras everywhere
so it was not possible to do anything.

He now had the staff calling him Blackwell and not Blackbeard.  Blackbeard
had been a nickname given to him by the janitors. He had been too shy to
tell them he didn't like it. He told one of the conservators he didn't like
it. She let it be known.  The conservator, Ethel Williams was working on
Sheila's collections. She was a pretty, petite girl with an iron will.  She
liked to have Blackwell do her heavy lifting. He was always gentle, careful
and she usually got her way. She enforced the name change.

On Valentine's Day, I was visiting the theater to work out some problems
with John.  I had to get back to the office. It was raining heavily and I
left by the back door to the alley. It was the shortest route to my car.
In the alley I saw a woman on the ground screaming and a man standing over
her.

"What in hell is going on here!" I yelled as I ran towards them. I'm a
fairly big man and I figured I looked intimidating enough. The man had a
club. I was yelling "Police! Help!" when he hit me. I don't know exactly
what happened next. I know he hit me several times, but then the entire
construction crew arrived loaded for bear.  I think Bulldozer was first in
line.

I felt odd. I realized I was excruciating pain and then I passed out. I
woke up a day later in La-La-Land. I felt no pain, but I also did not feel
as if I was living on the Earth any more. A day later I found out what
happened. "Architect Injured Saving Rape Victim," was the Newspaper
headline.

I had interrupted a rape, the rapist hit me three times with an iron
pipe. By the time he was ready to finish me off with a blow to the head,
Bulldozer had reached the scene and turned the tables with a two-by-four
embedded with nails. Bubba and John were right behind Bulldozer and while
two laborers pulled me to safety, they went after the rapist.  Tommy went
to help the woman. She was frightened, but unhurt.

We were just blocks from the police headquarters and when they received six
or seven cell phone calls within a few seconds they were there a minute
later. The rapist was apparently on drugs and he didn't stop fighting and
trying to hurt me. John, his crew and a few laborers had a satisfying time
incapacitating the rapist. Construction workers aren't prone to be gentle.

I was not conscious while most of this happened. I had a fractured skull
and my right and left shoulders had been shattered. When I woke up I was in
a big, downtown University Hospital that was good about injuries resulting
from street brawls, knife fights and gun battles.  The doctor later told me
the fractured skull was comparatively minor. Apparently Bulldozer's
two-by-four intercepted that blow. The shoulder injuries were massive and
serious. There was a possibility I would lose the use of my arms. That is a
problem for a man who makes his living drawing. Since I was unconscious,
single and without a family the decision making process was unclear.

Fortunately Mrs. Milland, the benefactor of the theater, and Stella, my art
collecting next door neighbor were available. A camera crew had been nearby
and they had seen me being wheeled into an ambulance. Mrs. Milland arrived
in his hospital with the President of the University, and the executive
director of the hospital in tow. Stella had taken care of her husband's bad
health for decades. She knew doctors.

Ralph came with my chief associate. They went to bat for my shoulders. A
big University Hospital can be an impersonal place, but when there is a
challenge they have vast resources. They did the equivalent of rebuilding
my shoulders from scratch.

Mrs. Milland and Stella were with the University President worrying about
my situation and discussing if the contributions they were thinking about
giving to the University and the hospital were big enough. Ralph told me
Mrs. Milland was quite refined in that respect.  Stella was direct. She
said that her husband's two children were well off and that she had to find
some where to get rid of all this money she had inherited. Ralph was
surprised when the Governor made a quick visit. Officially he was showing
support for a concerned citizen who had taken action against street crime,
but he also spent time with the two heiresses.

The rapist was in another part of the hospital.  He was in bad but not
critical condition. They had to remove the dangly parts of his genitals
because they had been so badly injured in the fight. I later found out
Bubba was responsible for that. His plan had been to cut the entire organ
off and shove it up the rapist's ass. He settled for a kick or two to the
groin. Bubba had three nieces that he loved dearly.

I was in the hospital for two weeks and then began rehab. Ralph had a
cousin who was a retired nurse. Donny was an older, thinner and hairier
version of Ralph. He was a classic hard-but-fair nurse who made sure I did
everything I was told. He was a nice guy, but not flexible. Donny seemed
like one of the drunks in Cheers, but he knew his stuff.  I couldn't use my
arms so he fed me, washed me and even wiped my ass. The alternative was to
go into a residential rehab center. I wanted to get back to work.

Donny was a no drama guy, a "we've got to do what we have to do" man. After
a month I could get into a car and spend two hours at the office and visit
the theater. That was good for me. If I tried to spend four hours at the
office, Donny was there to get me on schedule. My office staff and John
were good about that. They had a list of decisions ready for me and we went
down the list dealing with each problem or decision quickly.

By this time the theater was mostly construction problems, but the gallery
on the Art Academy was gearing up. Donny and Blackwell soon became friends.

Ralph told me that he and Donny had been pals as kids and they had messed
around some. I discovered Donny was a laid-back, low-key, sex maniac. That
was nice in a man who had to aim my cock when I took a piss.

Donny had some odd ideas about what he called sexual rehabilitation. He
believed that depression was the major problem in physical
rehabilitation. Rehab was necessary, often painful and seemed to go on
forever. He believed that a sexual interlude with an oversexed retired
nurse was the perfect way to avoid depression and would provide an instant
reward. I noticed that while his scheme might be good for the patient, it
was just as good for the oversexed nurse.

The sex occurred regardless of how well I did in the session. I thought
that was due to his own sexual needs. He told me if I put in the time it
didn't make any difference how well I did. "A good session hurts just as
much as a bad session," he said. He was right about that.

When I said Donny was hard but fair, he was really good about finding ways
for me to do things that didn't hurt. I had pain pills, but he was
interested in finding ways to avoid pain, not to just mitigate it. At first
it was hard for me to do anything that didn't hurt.  I discovered that if I
stood in the shower he could wash me and suck my cock. He liked warm,
spurting man milk, and my orgasms definitely did not hurt my shoulder.

He was a bottom and he found a way to straddle my cock and gently bounce in
my cock until I shot off. He found the perfect rate of bouncing to both get
me off and not hurt my shoulders.

Donny was not a good looking man. He was almost a circus freak in the body
hair department. And his face was asymmetrical. Nothing seemed to fit right
on his face.  His nose was big and bent to the left and his mouth was on an
odd diagonal.  When he retired from nursing he grew a beard. That covered
some of the problems in his face, but it also made him look scary.

None of that was a problem for my redneck entourage.  They soon discovered
they all shared common interests and that Donny was a sex machine that was
on line 24-7. Donny wasn't shy at all and I think he talked with Bubba and
Bubba gave him had a complete understanding of my sexual interests.

I enjoyed the bottom, but doggy style was impossible; my arms couldn't
support my weight.  You would have thought that being on my back would be
better, but anything that put weight on my upper torso was painful. A well
lubricated poke was fine, but nice deep ass pounding was
impossible. Fucking without an orgasm was flat for me.

I hadn't fully realized it before, but my playmates orgasm was a major part
of my enjoyment.  The moment when Bubba's cock began to shoot his man seed
into me, it often triggered my own orgasm. Oddly, that hadn't been the case
with Raoul or my other lovers. They didn't shot off in me often and when
they did, it seemed accidental. On man apologized when he climaxed. My
redneck friends were pleased as punch when they shot off and were happy I
provided a friendly and warm place to deposit their man seed.

Bulldozer, Blackwell and even Ralph seemed to regard my ass as a magic cave
where a gay wizard worked his magic. Sometimes it's hard for me not to
regard sex as magic. Ancient people may have had fertility gods and
goddess, but I think they were truly sex gods. Fertility was just a happy
by-product.

Donny was a clever man who set his mind to filling my empty and underused
ass. One of the nice things about having a gay nurse is that he understood
the problem and took it seriously. The solution was a modified sling.  He
found an engineer who was into slings and fuck machines. The engineer,
Elton was a bit of a nerd, with no discernable personality and big time
sexual needs.

Donny found him, met some of his sexual needs and asked him to work on a
sling that was shoulder friendly. Elton was a mechanical genius of a
sort. He designed air-conditioning for laboratories as his day job, but he
wanted a more creative way to spend his spare hours. He came up with a
sling that protected my upper body from jolts, and also had springs that
dampened the swinging motions.

Donny told me about it and I wasn't sure.  "It seems to me that the sling
takes the mystery out of it," I said. "Everyone will know what I want."

"I don't want to hurt your feelings, but everyone knows what you like,"
Donny said. "That train has left the station and I think it left twenty
years ago! You ain't a debutant[BW1]."

I laughed. Illusions and delusions are nice, but sex is better. Elton
brought the sling to the house. Elton was thin, a bit scrawny and not as
ugly as he looked. He was an average man, with a below average fashion
sense and a defeated look.

The sling was simple and almost elegant in its simplicity.  We talked as he
assembled it and Elton seemed to relax. I was wearing a robe, so I removed
it to get in the contraption.  Elton liked what he saw. Donny stripped and
he asked Elton to get naked too. He had told me that there was more to
Elton than met the eye, and that was clear as soon and he stripped off his
boxers. He was also half-hard already.

Elton was more interesting naked then dressed. His clothes were so bad he
looked better without them.  The erection helped too. His cock wasn't huge,
but he had a long shaft crowned by broad mushroom cock head.  He was pale,
but his cock head was a beautiful shade of pink. It was downright
pretty. Precum drooled from the slit and intensified the pink color.

They helped me into the sling. Both men were very careful and it was
fine. I had never been in a sling before and it was comfortable. Donny
lubricated my ass and Elton's cock. Elton positioned his cock at my ass and
I felt a shiver of excitement.  It had been months since the last time
there was a cock in my ass.

"Take it easy," Donny said to Elton. "Bounce a little; let him open for
you." I was willing, but my ass seemed to think it was virgin again. I was
uneasy.  Elton made a few bounces and my hole lost its squeamishness. The
mushroom popped into the dark side of my sphincter. I felt a wave of sexual
excitement sweep over me.

My reaction didn't approach Elton's.  As his knob popped my ass ring, he
glowed. He became animated and almost handsome. He gently pushed his organ
deeper into me.  He was slow and careful. Donny was watching. He paused at
my prostate and rubbed it with his oversized knob. My ass fell in love with
his cock. I looked at Elton's face. He was glowing. My ass was indeed a
magic tunnel.

We all relaxed and things went well. Elton went deep and became more
vigorous.  My shoulders were fine. My ass felt better.  Elton was in
heaven. He let go, and I felt his warm man seed flooding my ass. He pulled
out, but we all agreed a second experimental penetration was desirable.  As
luck would have it, Blackwell and Bubba stopped a little later that
evening.  My ass was open and available.

It was like old times. Blackwell made a trip into my ass with great
success. Bubba fucked Donny, and then he gave Elton a poke. I don't think
Elton had been fucked by a master.  He made no effort to hide his
feelings. His enthusiasm spread to the rest of us. Elton got along with the
construction workers.  I hadn't realized there were high tech, computer
rednecks in addition to the construction type rednecks.

Elton, Bubba and Blackwell left and Donny was getting ready to get me out
of the sling, when Ralph came by. My ass was still open and obviously
used. Donny left and Ralph stripped. His cock was ready for action. It
still fit.  I was tired and I let Ralph do all the work. He was more than
willing. I just relaxed and let the sensations flow.  His cock worked its
magic. It was magic for both of us. My brief return to virginity was over.

Donny's theories about using sex as therapy seemed to work for me. I saw
myself as returning to a regular life.  I was working more and my sex life
improved. Donny became a permanent fixture at my house. He was retired and
didn't want a full time job. I could draw and work the computer, but
lifting was a problem.  The bones were mostly healed, although they weren't
perfect.  The main problem was damaged nerves. They were mostly
reconnected, but they could fail. I thought of them as having short
circuits.

That wasn't a problem with working on the computer or drawing.  It was a
problem lifting groceries and with driving.  Donny would take me to work
and my staff would take me to daily appointments. All was fine at work. The
theater was turning into a stunning project.  I had a call about doing
another theater in Norfolk. The museum project was coming along
well. Stella was a good client. She was demanding but reasonable.  If you
explained things to her, she was fine.

John and his crew were hard at work and local celebrities. Bulldozer was
the guest of honor at his church for his work with the two-by-four and the
rapist. He said this made his mother the happiest woman in the world.

By June I was feeling good.  Ralph invited me to his house in the mountains
for the Fourth of July. His wife and family were in Europe.  He was
alone. He knew all of my friends by then and he asked them to come.  Donny
drove me to the house; we picked up Blackwell on the way.

The house was isolated and sat on a pond.  It was an old
turn-of-the-century hunting lodge for a Northern millionaire.  I had fallen
into ruin and Ralph had been restoring the buildings over the last ten
years.  It was a rustic and imposing, an unexpected combination.  John and
his crew were already there.  Ralph closed the gates behind us. It was a
pretty day and not that hot. I was out of the braces and contraptions that
had stabilized my shoulder.  I was impressively pale since I hadn't been in
the sun. Ralph had buckets of sunburn lotion. No one was a beach bunny.

Ralph had sandwiches and beer waiting. There were two men I didn't
know. Elton had brought a friend, Elvis, and Bubba brought a cousin,
Lamont. Elvis was a computer programmer and about as country as a man could
be.  That is not exactly true; Lamont made Bubba seem like Fred
Astaire. After lunch Bubba got the ball rolling when he jumped into the
pond naked.

There was a slow migration into the pond. Elvis made friends by being fully
erect by the time he hit the water. Lamont was a good swimmer and he
organized some informal races. The race was of the loser sucks the winner
sort.  That added to the appeal.

I was the last one in, and the races were not in the cards. My arms only
had a 90 degree range of motion. I was a good floater, but Donny and John
kept a close eye on me. I couldn't paddle but I could kick. The day became
warmer, but it was still pleasant.

Elvis came over to chat. He was a technical advisor on the sling Elton
made.  He was into the fuck machine part of their operation. Apparently
Elton tested it on him. I said I preferred real cocks.

"Real cocks are few and far between for me," Elvis said. I told him he was
surrounded by tops.

He leaned close to me. "Do you think any of them would do me?"

"I think all of them would be willing to do you!" I said.

"Do what?" Bubba asked. He was closer to us than I thought. He was with
Bulldozer.

"Elvis was asking me if anyone he would like to fuck him," I said.

Bubba laughed. "I don't think that would be a problem at all. None of us
seems to be very shy. Stay naked and bend over a lot," he advised. "Another
top of two would be nice. I'd hate to wear Somerville out!  By the way,
Lamont told he me might like to learn some new tricks. As far as I can
tell, the only trick he doesn't do is taking it in the ass."

I looked around and saw Tommy talking with Lamont. Lamont was about Tommy's
age. He was taller and looked a bit goofy due to a Fu Manchu beard and a
Mullet. He obvious thought Tommy looked good.  I assumed they would work
things out. Bubba took over Donny's position watching over me as Donny went
off looking for fun.

Elvis was talking with Bulldozer.

[BW1]