Date: Wed, 16 Sep 2015 21:54:40 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Junkyeard Dog 4

Junkyard Dog 4
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you do not like that, DO NOT
read it! You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, and is
not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  No effort to portray
safe sex practices has been made.  If you have any comments, send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com

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The next day I got a call from Phil. They were going to a little cottage on
a nearby and he wanted to know if I wanted to come. "Let me be direct, Don
wants to play with you. Last night was the best night of his life," he
said.

"It was a good night for me too," I said. "I would be glad to come." My dad
called me a few minutes later. He wanted to know how I was doing. I was a
little irritated at that, since I had no problem living on my own. He then
said they were going to spend the morning there and then leave in
afternoon. They would not be home until late. I said that was fine. I asked
how his friend was doing. "John has put a brave face on it, but you can
tell things aren't good. We had grown apart over the years but this visit
has been good for him," Dad said.

Phil picked me up at 11:00 and we drove to the lake. The cottage was
unexpectedly nice. It was a big stone house surrounded by porches. Phil
said it had been his parents. When they died his sister got the house in
town, and he took the summerhouse. He turned on a gas fire in a stone
fireplace and it was soon warm.

"Don is hot-to-trot," Phil said. "Would you mind a little playtime now?" I
said it wasn't a problem. Don was more comfortable with me than he had been
before, but he was still careful. We played for a half hour before he
popped.

Phil made lunch and we went swimming. While the house was on a lake, there
was a little, spring-fed pond behind the house. We skinny-dipped there. I
sucked on Phil's cock and Don seemed to like watching. Phil was sitting on
a rock and I was in the water. Don came up behind me and eased his tool
into my ass. Phil began to ooze more precum and it seemed to be nearly
perfect for Don. We had a nice, triple orgasm.

I later realized that I had been perfectly happy with one cock in my ass
and another in my mouth. It had not seemed odd or strange. It felt natural.

Later that afternoon I played with Phil's ass.  He was tight but eventually
opened up. I spent a half hour massaging his prostate. He turned into a sex
puppet, responding to my fingers' movements. He was normally reserved and a
more of an observer than a participant. He lost all of the reserve. Phil
was out of it, but Don loved it.

I had a finger on each side of Phil's prostate when the little nut turned
hard as a rock. I didn't exactly what that meant, but I guessed. My mouth
was open to take the first shot. I took a few and then pulled away. Don was
ready to take the remainder. I found out later, this was the first time Don
had taken Phil's cream.  It was a complete success.

We had a good dinner. After dinner, we frolicked again and Phil drove me
home. When I got home, I saw the answering machine was blinking
furiously. I went over to get the messages. There was a knocking on the
door. It was a state trooper. "Are you John Wilcox?" he asked.  I nodded.
"I am Trooper Williams. There has been an accident. Your parents have been
seriously hurt." They were at a hospital a hundred and fifty miles away. He
said he would take me there. I said I should shower and dress.  I was
wearing shorts and a sweaty shirt.

"They told me you should come immediately. It's not a good situation, grab
some clothes and you can clean up there," he said. I had a duffle bag with
a day's clothes in it. I got in his cruiser.

Williams told me my parents were on the Interstate and an 18-wheeler blew a
tire. The driver lost control and went spinning across the highway. It
landed on top of my parent's car. There was nothing they could have done.

We arrived at the hospital two hours later.  Dad was in surgery and the
doctors were trying to save his legs. Mom was in a coma with serious head
injuries. Both were in critical condition.

To say this changed my life understates the case. Two weeks later, both of
my parents were in a nursing home, and there was little chance they would
ever leave. Dad was in better shape than Mom was. She had lost her
memory. She could recognize only one person, me. When I visited, she
reverted to being mom. She glowed with happiness. I would talk for an hour
and she was animated and seemed normal. The nurses said she would be good
for a day or two after my visit, but then she would fade away.

She remembered nothing of my visits, so we could have the exact same
conversation a few days later and it was fresh and new for her.  Some of my
friends said I should go back to school, and have my own life. I just
couldn't do that.

Dad died six months after the accident. I was the only one left to take
care of her. I took classes at a local school and my college said they
would accept them for my degree. Only one of her friends visited her. Ellen
Whitt went to see her once a week. Mom did not recognize her, or anyone
else for the matter, but she visited.

About five months later, a year after the accident, a man knocked on my
door at 11:00 in the morning. He wanted to see my mother. He said he was
her cousin, Moses Bourn. I had no idea who he was and then I remembered
there was a part of mom's family that you only whispered about. They were
the black sheep of the family. I asked him in. If they still have
hillbillies, Moses would have been one.

He was fifty or so I guessed. He was bald, bearded and shaggy. He wore
well-used clothes, but he did not smell.  I soon found out that he was also
a character, eccentric but funny. I told him I knew almost nothing about
his family.

"Did they tell you we are the black sheep of the family?" he asked.

"I may have heard something like that," I said.

"Well, they are wrong!" he said decisively. "We are an entire flock of
black sheep! I may not look it, but I am the good one, and I may well be
the most handsome of the group."

"Shit," I said without thinking.

Moses burst out laughing. "My momma was actually married to my daddy. That
is a rarity in the clan," he said, "I've never married and I have no
bastard kids."

"You aren't a babe magnet?" I asked.

"When I walk down the street people usually cross to the other side," Moses
said. "Thank god there are other ways to skin the cat without getting a
girl knocked up."

"I'm not much of a babe magnet either," I said. "I have some buddies
though." Moses looked me in the eyes.

"I've got some good buds too," he said.  "Real good buds." He drew out the
word real.  I knew what he meant. He scratched his balls in case I did not
understand his meaning.

"I bet you have had some of your friends for years," I said.

"We've been pals since we went skinny dipping as kids. We had lot of fun,
but a hired hand named Luke joined us and taught us more ways to have more
fun," Moses said. "Uncle Zeek joined us a while later. He thought he would
teach us some things, but we ended up teaching him a few things."

"I just met some playmates a year or so ago," I said.

Moses smiled. "I have some new friends too. Once and a while you can meet a
guy and get to be pals in fifteen or twenty minutes!" he said. "They don't
always stay friends, but there is nothing wrong with a good fifteen
minutes." He paused. "Is there any chance you have some time free today?"

"I have nothing planned," I said. "What do you have in mind?"

"Would I scare you if I said I'd like to get naked and mess around some?"
he said.

"I haven't taken my morning shower. Would you like to join me?" I asked. "I
don't want to seem snotty, but I'd like to see the product before I buy
it." Moses began to unbutton his shirt. We went to my bedroom.

"When I said that I like to mess around with my pals, I may have misled you
a bit," he confessed. "For some of the guys it's casual and just a bit of
fun. You may have guessed it is a lot more to me. I love men and I love
cock. I love to suck, be sucked and fuck. I'm kind of choosy as to who I
let into my ass, but it has happened and it has been real good. I love to
have playmates eat my spooge. I'm not much into spooge myself, but I'm
pretty sure I would take yours it you want me too."

Moses was naked now, his six inch uncut cock was soft. His low hangers were
the size of plumbs. He was not toned, but he was solid not fat, and he had
a hairy chest with a treasure chest to his bush. Like his beard, his body
was shaggy.

"Damn, I've one the fucking lottery," he said as he looked at me. "I don't
get young men often anymore. You aren't a virgin, are you?"

"Nope, I've had sex," I said.

"What about your hole? Has it been used?" he asked. "I've done a few
virgins. They tended to whine and whimper a lot. I told them I could stop
at any time. They wanted me in them, but it was too noisy for me.  One of
them walked funny for a few days, but he asked me back for a refill."

"Do they all ask you back?

"Nope, there are different strokes for different folks," Moses
replied. "Most of the time it's because they are afraid to be seen with
me. I ain't the high-priced spread." His cock was firming up some to I bent
over to help him along and be friendly.

"Milk me!" he moaned.

I liked cock sucking, but didn't think of it as milking. Moses knew his
cock; it had sprung a leak of high-quality cock juices. It was sweet,
plentiful and almost intoxicating. I know there is no way for the stuff to
ferment in a man's balls, but I wanted more of it and was willing to work
to suction more from his goat balls.

"Damn, you are good. Let's get on the bed so I can 69," he said. Moses was
a first rate cocksucker. I could deep throat him from the 69 position.  He
loved that and each time he became more excited, I tasted more of his cock
ambrosia.

We took a rest period after ten minutes. I needed to catch my breath. "Did
I mention that I like to fuck," he asked after a period of silence.

"I think I do remember that," I said.

"A pal of mine says I'm more of a sexual athlete than a lover. I am looking
for better and more intense sensations, not true love," Moses said. "He was
disappointed in that, but I was the only man who make him shoot off hands
free when I fucked him. I think I could do that to you. My friend was from
a good family and it was hard for him to turn over total control of his
sexual apparatus to me."

"He didn't want you in his ass?" I asked.

"Given his druthers he would have preferred it if I was in another state!"
Moses explained. "Sexual drive is no respecter of family position, wealth
or power. It pops up all over the place. You can't control it and if you
try to deny it, you can end up in an even worse place."

Fifteen minutes later. I was impaled on his cock and enjoying every inch of
it. Moses was a rather jolly fucker. He was active and imaginative.  He
used his cock as a probe to give me pleasure. His tool was long and thin,
with a bulbous cock head. Sometimes it felt as if it was a ball that was
roaming in my rectum. Because the shaft was thin, it had room to move and
explore. Moses could feel me react to a pleasurable spot and he would
returned to that spot until he nearly drove me crazy with pleasure.

Oddly, he never overstayed his welcome. When I got tired of one spot, He
would shift to a new pleasure spot. I had an orgasm. It was the hands free
orgasm as Moses had promised.  He stopped fucking me, but he left his cock
in my ass. He remained erect, but kept it motionless. When I caught my
breath again, I squeezed my sphincter and twitched my hips.

A second or two later I felt Moses squirting into my ass. His ejaculations
were very forceful and tickled my ass. There were at least ten or twelve
spurts that were strong enough to feel. It was oddly enjoyable for me and
my cock ejaculated one more time. The volley spurted on Moses's hairy
chest.  He rubbed my semen over his chest.

"Johnny, they say you can't teach an old dog new tricks. That is a first
for me!" Moses said. "It was good, about as good as it gets. Your ass did
it. I didn't guess it would happen." He looked at his hand covered in my
sperm and licked it up. "You felt it, didn't you? My cock belonged in your
ass. It was a perfect fit. That's why you popped when I shot off."

I was not sure he was right about that, but he was close enough. We
showered and he fucked me a second time. I was even better then. He was in
town for a stock car race at a nearby fairground. He said he would call me
the next morning.

I went to see my mother and told her about Moses.  She seemed to recognize
the name, but when she started talking about a basket and the Nile, I
realized it wasn't her cousin. I stayed for dinner and we had a good
time. I went and got extra desert; it was her favorite. When I left, she
asked if I had all my homework done and if there were any tests the next
day. For years, she had asked the same questions every school day. She said
she was tired and wouldn't stay up for the 11:00 news.

The next day the hospital called. She did not wake up. It was a shock and a
relief. Luckily, my father had taken care of all the funeral arrangements
and he had the estate in order before he died.  We had a quiet graveside
service the next day with a few of my parents' friends.

I went home to the house. Oddly, it seemed more empty now that my mother
had died.  She had not been in the house for almost a year, but it felt
different. Phil and Don came by with food. A little later Cal and Joey came
by with more food. Cal arrived as Moses drove up. By the time I answered
the door, they were friends. We talked and ate. Eventually Cal, Joey and
Moses left. Phil and Don stayed.

Phil and I talked. He was a counselor and he seemed to know what I was
thinking, and more importantly, what was worrying me. "Your life was
centered on family and school. That is changing. It will be focuses on your
work and friends," he said. "Right now you are in limbo. You are not
finished with school and you don't have a job yet. You have found some sex
buddies, but no lover and you don't have work friends yet," he explained.

"I hope you have noticed that you like sex and that men like having sex
with you," he continued. "You may be toying with the idea that this is just
a phase, and you will grow out of it. I thought that about myself at one
time. That was thirty years ago and I am still waiting to outgrow the
phase. I can tell you that you are better off if you admit your sexual
appetites are exceedingly healthy and go with it."

"I can also assure you that men like you and many are willing to get closer
to you and they would love to be more supportive. You may think a
relationship based on exchanging sex fluids is superficial. I can assure
you they can be rich and enduring," Phil said. We talked more and then they
went home.

I had a thesis to complete to get my degree. My college offered to give me
a time extension, but I wanted to get it out of the way. I spent the next
two months completing it. Cal and his pals as well as Phil were
helpful. They brought food by and we had a few intense sexual episodes, but
they mostly let me write.

There was one unexpected event. Moses went to work for Cal and moved in
with him. Moses was a first rate auto mechanic who like to restore cars. He
knew what parts of an old car were useful. One of Cal's men fell off a
ladder and hurt himself, so Moses pitched in to help. He disassembled a
wrecked car in half the usual time and produced 30% more usable parts than
was typical. Since he restored cars, he knew what parts would be
useful. Moses went home, quit his job, sold his house and then move in with
Cal two months later.

Moses dropped in after I submitted my thesis a week earlier, and I was
feeling good. I had just had a call about teaching in a Junior College.

"I guess you've heard that I have moved in with Cal. You have some real
nice friends here," he said. "I haven't seen you there, but Cal said you
have been there and had a good time."

I told him I had been focused on getting my degree. "There wasn't much free
time, but that has changed now," I said. "I hope to get back into the swing
of things."

"I hope some of that swinging will involve me," Moses said.

"Your arrangement with Cal isn't exclusive?" I asked.

"We aren't lovers and we aren't going to get married. We get along real
well, and the business end is good for both of us," he said. "Of course the
sex is good too, good for both of us. I have a feeling that sex with Cal is
good for just about everyone. Have you noticed that? Neither of us would be
satisfied with only one man. We like to spread the wealth.  Cal thinks that
you may think the same way."

"I'm not sure about that, but I do like to share," I said.

"I was hoping you might help me with a little problem. When I was back home
my nephew, Aaron, was kicked out of his home by his folks," Moses
explained.  "He shares my interests. He is here and working in the
junkyard. I was hoping you might help him out."

"How?" I asked.

"There are two things. Aaron is smart and actually graduated from high
school. I was hoping you could help him move up the ladder some. He could
use some more education, maybe college. He could be a good mechanic, but
I'd like him to have some more opportunities," Moses said.

"The other thing is more personal. Aaron has my sex drive but not much
experience. He's a good looking kid, and both Cal and I have the
experience, but I would rather let him get it from someone more his
age. I'm sort of acting in place of his father and sex might mess that
up. I was hoping you might guide him."

"He needs lessons?" I asked.

"I think he is pretty much a self-starter, but I like it to be with someone
he doesn't know," Moses said.

"Why don't you and Aaron come over tomorrow? I had two friends coming over
for dinner," I said. "I think that you two would enjoy meeting them," I
said.

"Are they playful?" Moses asked.  I said yes.

Phil and Don came a little early, and when Moses and Aaron arrived, there
was a little mutual admiration society. Aaron was as unlike Moses as a man
could be.  He was blond, muscular and in shape. I knew he was 19, but he
was so big and solid, he seemed older. I had cooked chicken and served it
with rice, and roasted vegetables. I had my mother's cookbook and had often
helped her in the kitchen.

Moses and Aaron took it as a gourmet dinner, and were impressed. They had
been doing fast food for a long time.  Aaron had an accent, but I was not
even close to being as pronounced as Moses's mountain twang. Don and I were
close to being his age and he talked freely. I had started to learn sign
language for Don. Aaron wanted to learn. Phil asked us all to his cottage
on the lake the next day.  It was Saturday and we were all free.