Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2014 03:56:02 -0700
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Return to My Home Town 3

Return to my Home Town 3
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
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I enjoyed Tony and Luther. They were less experienced than I was, so I
eased them into more intense situations. Luther was real up tight at first
but he relaxed the most as we became more comfortable.

A few days later, I ran into Jake in the parking lot of the grocery
store. We talked briefly, and then he told me he had found a new friend in
the area who I might like. "He an older guy, a retired actor, Jonathan
Wright. He lives in a cabin on the river. He is the man who plays the
friendly next-door neighbor in movies. He is also a history buff and he
would love to see your murals. "

"Is this a "come home with me and I will show you my etchings" sort of
thing?" I asked.

"Well, he's a good actor but playing the innocent virgin would be a
stretch, a real stretch," Jake said. "I think you would like him."

"Everyone seems to think I need help finding companionship," I said. "I am
an adult."

"I think you are perfectly capable of being happy and alone," Jake said. "I
think you would be happier with more friends. Most of the people you knew
as a kid are gone or dead. You are busy at the college, but you need to
meet some men who aren't looking for tenure." I didn't want to admit it but
he was at least partially right. The academic environment suited me, but it
was easy to forget the rest of the world.

A few days later, I met Jonathan at a coffee shop with Jake. Johnathan
turned out to be a character. He admitted to being a spear-carrier in many,
mostly Grade B movies. He had been part of pirate crew, a member of an
outlaw gang and a friendly shopkeeper or neighbor in a typical American
town. He freely switched accents and dialects depending on his mood. He
never became a star, but he worked continuously.

He was an avid historian with an interest in the French and Indian Wars. He
was in North Conway, since that was the only period when the area was
historically important. He had been living southern California and he
wanted to feel the chill of the North Country. In that respect, he was
alone. Everyone else longed for warmth.

I could not tell how old he was. I guessed 65 or 70, but he could have been
older or younger. He was tall, bearded and bald. He asked me to his house
where he had a collection of period maps. The maps were an interesting
variant of the etching theme. Jake said he had some chores to run and he
didn't join us at the cabin.

His cabin was made of stone and must have dated from the turn of the last
century.  I had no ideal it existed. It was a large, high-style, rustic
cottage-hunting lodge. He had a fine collection of rare maps and books. I
was impressed.

His approach to sex was direct.  He simply told me he liked me and wanted
to have sex with me. "I believe in no fault sex. If it is good, that is
great. If it doesn't work out, then it didn't happen," he explained. "I
know I am an old man. Unfortunately, I am a horny old man. I assume you
have guessed I do not beat around the bush. "I do have a hot tub."

"Well, I don't jump into sex right away when I meet a man, but the hot tub
sounds fine," I said. The tub was on the rear deck of the house facing
south. It was warm and sunny there. He took the cover off and went to get
towels. I stripped and slipped into the water. It felt great.

He stripped when he returned. When he asked me if I wanted to have sex, he
didn't mention that he had a world's fair exhibit dangling from between his
legs. He was above six feet tall and heavyset, but not fat. His uncut, soft
cock was fat, six inches long and flanked by oversized balls. He had a
hairy chest that had served him well as part of a pirate crew.

"Damn that's a beauty," I said.

Jonathan smiled. "It is an attention getter." He got in the tub but stood
in the water. His cock was a foot and a half from my face. I leaned forward
and licked it. "You can read my mind," he said.  He was still soft and I
wondered what it would be like hard. I had never sucked anything as big and
soft.

"Try and take the whole thing and let it grow in your mouth," he
suggested. I did as he asked and got most of it on my mouth. I swallowed
and some of it was down my throat.

"Swallow again, that felt good!" he said.  It began to grow and I pulled
away from him. He was hard a minute or two later. It looked like one of the
improbably large dildos you find in adult stores. It was not pretty, but it
was compelling. I wanted it, even though I couldn't imagine taking it.

"You like it, don't you?" he asked.

"Damn it's big," I replied.

Johnathan smiled. "It is an attention grabber. It's also in full working
order."

"Can guys actually take it?"

"Some can, but to tell you the truth, I'm looking for someone who can take
it and enjoy it," he said. "It tends to attract tourists."

"Tourists?"

"That is men who want to see it, take a quick taste and then move on," he
said in explanation. "My late partner loved it and we could go at it for an
hour or so. I admit that it took a little while to get used to it. He
claimed it stretched his hole over a year before he could actually take the
whole thing."

"Was that true?"

"I think I was fully lodged in his ass the second week I knew him," he
replied. "When I am in a man, it seems to mess with his judgment."

"I can believe that," I said. "If I said that I would love to have some
fun, but not in my ass, would that be a problem?"

"Fun is always welcome," he said. I leaned forward and sucked him again.  I
could not get much in my mouth, but it was good. We played in the hot tub
for a while and then went to his bedroom.

I would have guessed that Jonathan would have been a bit passive and let
his cock do the work for him, but he was active and vigorous. He seemed
excited by me and by my cock. We were in the sixty-position when we had a
complete exchange of sexual fluids. I think I climaxed first, but by the
time my first ejaculation ended, his cream was spurting into my mouth.

I think that was my first double orgasm and it was wonderful. I felt wave
after wave of passion sweep over me.  He continued to nurse my exhausted
cock. His organ shrank to a more useful size, and I licked up his
post-orgasmic drool. He even had a late ejaculation. That was good too.

After I returned home, my mind began to dwell on Jonathan and his cock. I
don't like thinking of myself as a self-absorbed, sex-crazed man, but that
was the way I was thinking. It was unseemly to be a mature man who was
thinking like a teenager. Jonathan was intellectually impressive and
pleasant, but my mind was obsessed with his anatomical features.

Two days later, I was on the front steps of my folk's house with Luther
when Jonathan drove by. I waved at him and he stopped. I asked him to come
in and take a tour.  Luther was a skilled craftsman and the house was
looking good.  It had always been my family home, comfortable and pleasant.
It was beginning to be a historic site. As Luther fixed and restored items,
the house began to sparkle.

Jonathan loved the house and the partially restored murals in the dining
room impressed him greatly. Tony wasn't working that day. Jonathan had a
wide range of interests and he knew a lot about period houses. Somehow,
Jonathan seemed to know that Luther was gay.  His skills as an actor must
have honed his skills at identifying gay men. Jonathan was very masculine,
but he was clearly gay. That did not bother Luther.

Jonathan also had some work that needed to be done at his house. He had
been looking for a good craftsman and Luther fit the bill. The retired
actor asked Luther and me to come to his house that evening for dinner.

That evening, I picked up Luther and drove to the Cabin. "Jonathan is a
good looking man," Luther said. "He does look familiar; I must have seen
him in the movies or on the television, he said.

"He told me that he was the prefect second banana and he worked
continuously,' I said.

"He has one hell of a basket. Is he hung?" Luther asked.

"I don't want you to think I'm a slut, but he is well equipped," I
said. "He is almost too big. It is impressive."

"I's love to see it," Luther added. "Is he the shy type?"

"I don't think so," I said.

"It's odd to be talking about another guys cock. Do you think it's trashy?"
he asked.

"It may be trashy, but I have been thinking about it nonstop since I saw
it." I said. "You are not alone." Luther laughed and we continued in to the
cabin.

The cabin impressed Luther; it was both rustic and grand. He knew about the
big Adirondack camps and this was a slightly smaller version. He also
greatly impressed Jonathan when he discovered inscriptions carved into
woodwork. It was mostly poetry about nature. The wood had darkened over
time and the inscriptions were hard to see.  Jonathan and Luther talked
over the work he needed. There was some repair work and Jonathan wanted a
new master bath.

Luther told him the repair work should be done first. "If you get behind on
repairs things could go downhill quickly. We talked more and then sat down
for dinner.

Jonathan was a good cook, and while the food was simple, it was
perfect. The conversation was mostly about houses and building and Jonathan
had a knack for keeping the conversation going.

After dinner, we went to the rear porch. Hot tub was open.  Luther said he
had never been in a hot tub or a whirlpool. "Where I come from a shower was
considered pretty fancy," he said.  Of course, Jonathan suggested we all
try it out. Luther was more than willing.

We stripped. "You guys aren't very shy," Luther said.

"You have nothing to be shy about," Jonathan replied. "We are all members
of the club." As he stepped into the tub, Luther had his first good look at
his cock.

"Talking about nothing to be shy about, you are sporting a monster," Luther
said.

"I was lucky to get the Swiss Army Knife of cocks. It's a drain, my
favorite toy and my major marketing tool," he said.

"Marketing tool?" Luther asked.

"I was an actor. I would say that actors ae a dime a dozen, but a dime
could buy way more than a dozen actors," Jonathan said. "My cock opened
doors. Sometimes they were bedroom doors, once or twice, they were just
toilet stall doors, but once I was in, I can do a good job. I am a
versatile actor, and dependable. I always know my lines, I am always in
time and I take direction well."

"Did you take direction in the bedroom too?" Luther asked with a twinkle in
his eye.

"I sure did, but that was never a problem. My cock tends to mesmerize my
playmates," he explained. "Some are just lookers, but others want the full
experience."

"Does that hurt?"

"It can, but I take my time and never go too far," Jonathan
explained. Luther and I shared Jonathan's cock. There was room for two. We
went to his bedroom and round Robin sucked. I was surprised to notice that
Luther seemed to be fully relaxed about sex and comfortable.

"I love to fuck, are either of you a bottom?" Jonathan asked.

"I've only topped but I've never bottomed.  I'm sort of interested," Luther
said. "I've never known anyone that I'd like in me, until recently. I had
never taken cum until recently."

"Does that depend on who is shooting the juice?" Jonathan asked.

"It does. Matthew's was good and I mean really good," Luther said. "His ass
was good too."

"When I was a kid, I loved the Popeye cartoons.  I like Popeye, but Bluto
turned me on," Jonathan said, "Luther you are as close to looking like
Bluto as I have seen. I would love to have your cock up my ass."

"Now?" Luther asked.

"Why not?" Jonathan replied. We were off to the races. I thought I was
going to be left out of the festivities, but Jonathan was the perfect host.
When Luther sucked him, I took care of Luther's organ.  I was in the
sixty-nine position when Luther began to fuck. I thought it might be gross
to watch men fuck, but it was exciting.

Since I was sucking Jonathan, I was on the fifty-yard line as it were. I
could both taste and sense his reaction. It was up-close and personal, and
very different from the soft-focus views you see in the media. I could see
Jonathan's hole quiver as Luther's cock touched it.  I felt Jonathan's
tenseness, and then I felt him relax as the cock head cleared the
sphincter.

Luther pulled out several times and then went deep. I noticed the
Johnathan's anus was almost kissing the organ. As the cock went deep, I
tasted a spurt of precum. Luther was a big, muscular man, but he was tender
and careful. He built up speed. While his never pounded the ass, he was
getting close. He suddenly pulled out.  "I'm going to shoot!" he cried.

"Fill me up!" Jonathan replied. A huge blob of cum spurted at his hole. A
second later Luther's cock rammed the ass, pushing the first volley deep
inside. I thought Johnathan had climaxed, but it was just a forceful spurt
of precum. His cock was hard as a rock.

A few minutes later, I was sitting on Jonathan's cock and having the ride
of my life. It was a tight fit, but once it was in and I was in charge, it
was fine. I was doing a little dance on his totem pole and loving it. This
was a surprise for me. I had not guessed it would be that good.

Jonathan had gone into some sort of a blissful trance. I did all the work;
he just stayed hard and reaped the benefits. I wiggled, squeezed and
bounced, working his cock into all the good places in my ass. For a while,
Jonathan and I were floating on a sexual cloud.

I forgot Luther was with us. "Could you sit up and let me watch it slide
into you?" he asked. "Damn, it's hot!"

I did as he asked. I pulled off his cock and then sat back slowly. Jonathan
let loose. I was like having Old Faithful shooting in my ass. When I
finally got up and Johnathan's cock slipped out, his cum drooled from my
ass.

"Holy shit, that's hot!" Luther exclaimed.  I had forgotten he was
watching. Luther had tasted sexual freedom and he enjoyed it. I was easy
for me to slip into an assumption that gay men were mostly academics or in
the professions.  That had been my experience.  It seemed odd to me that
Luther, who was a hard working carpenter, shared my sexual tastes.

The media never shows working men as homosexuals. They prefer the effete
snobs or supercilious dandies as models for gay men. Most seem the show gay
men as hopelessly effeminate, comic or ineffectual.

Through Jake and Luther, I came to know a broad range of gay men. Most
didn't fit the stereotypes at all. Once Luther admitted to himself that he
was gay, his life improved. He found a friend in the Rescue Squad and a guy
who had been on his high school wrestling team. Several carpenters and a
brick masons were into it too.

Luther was a good sucker and top. He was still uneasy about bottoming. I
have always been a "different strokes for different folks" kind of guy. I
do prefer men who reciprocate, but it is not a tit for tat situation.

When Luther was with a friend who wanted to fuck, he would sometimes call
me and ask if u was interested or willing. I certainly was interested, but
in theory, I wasn't willing. I did not want to be thought of, as a slut who
was willing to take and cock that was available.

I had to admit, that Luther had good taste in me. Most were hardworking men
who were pleasant and polite. Intellectually I wasn't willing, but I said
no rarely. Actually, I never said no. my cock tended to overrule my
scruples. I told myself I would be sorry about that someday, but that never
happened.

The first time it happened Luther came by with a laborer named Randy. He
worked in the town crew. Randy was the most intensely masculine man I had
ever met. He was also five-feet-three inches tall. He was bearded and hairy
from head to toe. He didn't need to shave his eyeballs but that was about
it.

He was also very quiet and polite. He was uneasy, but I think the chance to
fuck overcame his natural shyness. We went to my bedroom. Luther and I got
the ball rolling and Randy joined in. I had thought that Randy was a bit
pudgy, but that was because his clothes didn't fit. He was muscular and his
shoulders were broad.

Luther sucked me and I sucked Rusty. He had a nice cock and it was most
responsive. We switched positions and Rusty seemed to like my cock a
lot. He seemed like an oversized teddy bear.

Luther got me on my back and fucked me.  He turned me over to Rusty once I
was open. He seemed uneasy until he was in me. His face glowed as his cock
felt the tight warmth of my ass. I found out later that he had bottomed,
but that was not his choice. As the shortest guy in school, several people
had taken advantage of him.

The sad thing was that he took it, since any attention was better than no
attention at all. Rusty told me that Luther's cock was the first one he
enjoyed. I possessed the first ass he had penetrated. Rusty and I had
almost nothing in common. I could have been a man from outer space as far
as he was concerned.

He was a nice person and the sex was great.  His cock was easy to take and
he was both vigorous and considerate. His cock was average but very hard. I
had not noticed that his balls were oversized and full. It took three
orgasms to drain them.

Rusty had a recharge time a five to ten minutes.  Luther slipped in to fill
the gap. Until then things had been enjoyable and fun. Luther discovered
that using his pal's sperm as lubricant was a real turn on. Luther was
normally reserved; he lost it and fucked me like a mad man.  He shot off
quickly just as Rusty had fully recharged. With two big loads in my ass, it
was messy, but no one objected, least of all me. The both were pounding me
and that was magic in my sperm filled ass.

After another couple of orgasms, we all showered and they went home.

"Do you think we might do this again sometime?" Rusty whispered to me. I
told him of course. He looked relieved. Rusty was never self-confident.

Rusty worked for Luther after hours. His boss, Big Luke, dropped him off at
Luther's place after work. Big Luke was the foreman of the Town Crew, and
everyone knew or at least recognized him. You could not miss him; he was
six feet-five inches tall and 260 pounds. Luther and Luke hit it off right
away. Both men knew their business and they had a similar approach to life.