Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2017 20:46:58 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: A Quiet Life 4

A Quiet Life 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.  I have made no effort
to portray safe sex practices. If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com

That summer I had a job working at a site on the Eastern Shore of Virginia
in a place called Dark Creek. A researcher discovered that Dark Creek was
called Chough-a-Tan by the Indians. In the records of Colonial Virginia,
Chough-a-Tan was listed as a major trading and slave importing center. A
storm in 1702 washed away a sand bar that protected the port from the
sea. It was abandoned. Dark Creek was originally Darkie's Creek and that
could have been a reference to the slave trade.

Chough-a-Tan vanished from the records and it had been assumed it had
vanished in the storm. In fact, the name had vanished, not the town. It was
referred later to as the "olde" town. The town was modestly interesting,
but records indicated several slave ships sank in the storm and recently
some relics had been found in the water. There was a chance remains of the
ships had been buried in the sand. This would be a major discovery.

The expedition had two parts, one for the underwater investigation, one on
land. A woman from the Smithsonian was in charge, but she was a desk
archaeologist and didn't like being in the field. The second in charge was
an underwater man, Dennis Smith.  He was hands on and good. I was to run
the volunteer labor, but since the director wasn't much involved, I had
much more authority than I expected. Luckily most of the land staff was
experienced.

Dennis was a real archaeologist, not a treasure hunter.  Working with him
were two men, Junior and Will, who were local fishermen and were familiar
with the local waters. Another diver pulled out pulled out at the last
minute.  I was surprised to have Phil show up. He provided his diving
skills and was interested in the early history of the area. The land crew
consisted of a local school teacher, Taylor, and two graduate archaeology
students from Delaware and Maryland. Frank and Steven.  We had one female
diver, Julie, and two undergrad diggers, Carol and Maxine.

Taylor was working on his PhD and was knowledgeable about local history.
Junior gave the impression of being a red neck, but he knew the water in
the area well.

I personally would have preferred discovering a new Pompeii, but Dennis
told me that my discovery of a colonial skeleton in full armor was likely
to my most impressive find of my lifetime. Great discoveries are rare in
modern archaeology.

The site was on a farm of 600 acres. We had a central tent that served as
headquarters. We scattered secondary tents for the staff around the
site. This gave us privacy and helped to discourage site seers. The women
stayed in the old farmhouse, near the road. Smith was with Taylor and Will
in a tent near the water to the north. I was with Phil and Junior near a
spring, Frank and Steve were in a tent on the water to the south.

Taylor had worked with early maps of the area. He redrew them to relate to
modern maps. The early maps had errors, but once you corrected for those,
his maps were remarkably accurate. The first week we found indications of a
warehouse and the brick foundation of another building. This was a shock
since we did not suspect a brick building. Junior found a plank of carved
wood in the water on the north side of the creek. This was possibly from a
ship.

As is typical of Tidewater Virginia, it was hot and muggy. The breeze from
the water provided some cooling. If it came from the land is cooled some,
but it also brought mosquitoes. The tent had screen openings which let only
a portion of the air through, so much of the time the tent was hot at
night.

Junior was big and strong, and borderline ugly. He was also smart, funny
and cheerful. He typically wore an open Hawaiian shirt and a Speedo a few
sizes too small for him. Phil wore Speedos, and maybe a shirt. I wore baggy
pants and a tee shirt during the day.

After three days, we were asleep in the tent when a violent thunderstorm
hit. We zipped up the windows and tried to sleep, but soon it was hot as
hell.

"Are you guys awake?" Junior asked. Phil and I said yes.

"When it is hot like this I like to have some fun. You know, play with
yourself fun," he said. "Would that bother you?"

"It's dark and hot, I don't think it would be a problem," Phil said.

"When I was in the scouts we used to play with the guys. We had races to
see who could shoot off first," Junior added.

"Did you win?" I asked. Junior chuckled.

"I usually lost. I was the oldest boy there and I knew the looser had the
most fun," Junior said.

"Was this a looser sucks the winner sort of thing?" Phil asked.

"We weren't that adventurous," Junior said. "We did light a match to see
the white stuff. I shot a lot and that impressed the younger guys."

"Do you still shoot a lot?" I asked.

"I do," he said, "I'm older now. I wouldn't mind sucking the winner now. I
might even get a kick out of it."

"I wouldn't mind that either," I added. "I could do the loser or the
winner."

"Are you a cock sucker?" Junior asked.

"I sure am," I replied.

"You are the first man I met who admits that," Junior said. "I'm one of
those cock suckers who doesn't admit it, but I do it and I love it."

"We seem nice and compatible," Phil said.

"Have you sucked a guy to completion cum and all?" I asked.

"I've done that, but spit it out. I did have a pal and I took his when he
went to the Army. I didn't think I would like it, but he is dead
now. Sometimes I can still taste it," Junior said. "I do need to admit one
thing; I've never sucked a Black guy."

"You're afraid his cum would taste of chocolate?" Phil asked. We laughed.

"I'm not as bad as that!" Junior protested. "It is more from lack of
opportunity."

"I shoot a huge load. You might choke on it," Phil said continuing the
banter.

"Are you trying to scare me away, or turn me on?" Junior asked.

"You tell me?" Phil asked.

"To tell you the truth, I'm a little scared and a lot turned on," Junior
replied. I went over to him and sucked his cock. It seemed fat, thick and
stubby. Uncut, he had stored all the sex juices he oozed during the
conversation in the skin. His balls were huge. Junior was a big, sort of
crude man; his cockhead was delicate and responsive.

Phil and come over a fed Junior his cock. I couldn't see that in the dark,
but there was a sudden gush of precum and I could hear him sucking. He had
finally sucked a black cock.

The second week of excavations began with a Monday morning meeting with the
entire staff. We had found what appeared to be carved decoration from a
ship.  Taylor found in old records a mention of the storm with a strong
wind from the south-east for a day and a half. If that was the case, it
would have blown water up the creek, potentially combining it with two high
tides. That would be enough to flood the settlement.

I asked where the ships would have been blown if the winds blowing things
to the north-west. Junior and Will knew all about coastal winds. Most
storms head north-east following the coast. Dennis was looking at the area
to the south of the creek, where the sand bar had re-established itself.

I suggested we take a quick look at a sandy area to the north. We did a
quick ground radar survey and found had a cluster of responses. While most
of the crew worked on the brick building in the settlement, Taylor, Phil
and I opened an exploratory pit in the middle of the responses.

At 2:15 we found nails lodged in wood. At 3:30 we found shackles and a
chain attached to a human arm bone. This was a stunning discovery. We had
found a slave ship and part of its human cargo for the first time in
American archaeology. We called the head of the expedition, Betty Woodman,
at her office in the Smithsonian.

With a discovery like this, logically a more senior and experienced team
would take over the dig. Our desk jockey team leader had impressive
bureaucratic skills. She had been passed over for the more prestigious
expeditions. There was no way they would take this project way from her and
by extension us.

Phil and I played a role in this. I was a minor celebrity for my discovery
of the man in armor. I was now the bone-finder. That had a nice Indian
Jones feel to it. I also knew Red, a well-known and popular documentary
maker. Phil was a famous football player's son. Researchers soon found out
that his family came from Maryland. That was guaranteed to generate good
publicity. By the time our desk jockey, Betty Woodman's rivals tried to
move in on her, she had it all sewn up. Betty had the team and a
documentary movie deal in the bag.

Red, Rusty, Guido and Carl had moved in with three Winnebago's and complete
video and recording equipment. Red and Rusty's plan was to observe and do
interviews as things were uncovered and then to weave them into the
historic story. Red wanted to combine the thrill of discovery with meaty
historic commentary.

This was a bit odd for me. I associated Red and his pals with sex, not
work. I didn't know how that would work out. It turned out that Red and his
crew were complete professionals and never mixed business with
pleasure. There was never an out of place comment or gesture. When he
wasn't working, Red believed in the phrase "work hard and play hard." In
his case the working hard was metaphorical; the play hard was literal.

Our budget increased, and we now had a tent over the ship so we could
excavate it in the shade. We found three more bodies, and a good part of
the hull. The captain's quarters at the stern were missing.  Dennis thought
that the ship's stern might have broken off to the south.

We worked in the field from six in the morning to two in the
afternoon. This was the cool part of the day. The East Coast was
experiencing a record breaking heat wave, so it was never cool in a
technical sense.  It was less oppressive. We sometimes had a second work
period after dinner. We had several visiting specialists. Ruth was a
forensic anthropologist, Nigel was an English specialist in Tudor
shipbuilding.

Red's people had a generator. It was mostly for Guido's equipment, but it
did power a few fans. The lack of air-conditioning was Red's choice. He
found that being the fat cats with the air-conditioning on a project made
for bad interviews.  The Winnebagos formed three sides of a square. Our
tent formed the fourth side. We now had security guards patrolling the edge
of the property. The female members of the expedition moved to a hotel. One
of the excavators, Carol's, family visited and paid for the rooms. They
were wealthy, and sleeping in an un air-conditioned room appalled them. The
ladies had an active social schedule and were away for most
weekends. Dennis, Will and the students moved into the farmhouse.

As for our little compound, the dress code became quite informal. After the
work day was over, Red and his crew liked to show off their equipment. Phil
and Junior noticed and went with the flow. I had no problem being naked or
nearly naked, Red and Rusty's cocks caused a serious inching in my ass that
their cocks could only scratch. I think I was embarrassed at my urge to
take big cocks.

By this time, I knew this was the case but I wasn't sure if I wanted my
friends to know. I have no idea why I was worried about that, Red and his
friends knew about my interests, Phil and Junior had a good idea. They
certainty enjoyed man play.

Will visited us. Dennis typically had a few beers with dinner and went to
bed early. A "few beers" is a euphemism, but he was always sober by the
morning. Will was Junior's pal and when he saw Rusty naked, I knew he was
Junior's playmate tool. Will wasn't gay; he just liked sex and would play
with men, women and alluring vegetables if nothing else was available.

Rusty was both smart and perceptive. He had noticed Phil and Junior's
interest immediately. I think he could sniff out Will's sexual
tastes. Rusty was sitting naked in the court yard at dusk, when Will saw
his cock for the first time.

"Damn, that's one hell of a cock," Will said. "It's almost too much to just
piss through. It is pretty."

"I can do a lot more than just piss through it. I use it as a tonsil
scratcher one and a while," Rusty said. Rusty usually took the high road
when talking about sex. "Once and a while I help out a pal who needs his
ass stretched because his hole is too small."

"Does it rearrange a guy's innards?" Will asked.

"They all end up where they started," Rusty said. Red came out of the
Winnebago. He was nude too. He had been listening to the conversation.

"Everything goes back where it belongs. If the guy is lucky, he's been to
some places he had never been to before," Red said.

"You guys aren't that shy, are you?" Will asked.

"Would you be shy if you were hung the way they are?" Junior asked. We all
laughed and the conversation continued. During the conversation, Will
mentioned that he didn't mind messing around with guys once an a while.

Rusty, who tended to be direct, said he didn't mind messing around with
guys if he reached his goals.

"Does your goal include making a mess with the white, sticky stuff?" Will
asked.

Rusty laughed. "I usually leave it in a guy's mouth or ass, so there isn't
much mess," he explained adding, "Luckily, my man cream is plentiful and
tasty."

"I'm not sure I could do that," Will said as he stared at Rusty's cock. It
was getting firm due to the conversation. "I would love to see you in
action," Will added.

"I've lost the training wheels for my cock and I'm not into entertaining
tourists," Rusty said. "You know, it doesn't make any difference if a guy
just barely pokes his knob into your ass, or if he goes in deep. You are
fucked either way."

We talked a little longer but it was getting late and we had to be up by
5:30 the next morning. I woke at five. Junior was jacking off, so I went
over to help. I knew he liked shooting when he didn't need to clean up
afterwards. I took his load. He spurted thick, creamy semen from his wide
slit. I wedged my tongue in the slit and trapped his ejaculations in his
cock. That drove him crazy. I moved my tongue and got the entire load in
one big gush.

He complained that it was too much, but he never pushed me away. Junior was
a massive, macho man. He was embarrassed that my tongue wedged in his cock
could drive him crazy. I realized that for him, it was better to be
embarrassed that do without the sexual high.

As I swallowed his load, I realized I had a similar reaction. Squirming in
ecstasy as a horse hung man pounded my ass was embarrassing.  I lost
control to a cock. When Red, Rusty or Phil were in me, I was theirs.  It
was impossible to be cool, smart and collected wiggling on a cock.

I assume everyone has a quirk. Some people like leather, pain, jocks, or a
fist in their ass. I continued to suck Junior as he cooled down. He had a
late ejaculation refreshing the sperm taste in my mouth.

We had a nice, post-orgasmic talk. "Does Will like man sex as much as you?"
I asked.

"He pretends women are the main attraction, but man-sex has fewer strings
and complications," Junior replied. He has a daughter from his teen age
years. That was bad and sort of took the bloom off sex with women." Junior
began to whisper. "I tried to fuck him once."

"How did that go?" I asked.

"I had just managed to get my cock at his hole ready to push it in when
Will stopped me," he said. "He pulled away. I thought he lost his nerve."

"That happens," I said.

"It wasn't that. He shot off!" Junior explained. I realized that Will and
Rusty would soon be getting a lot closer. I knew how demanding an itch in
the ass can be for a size queen.

The next weekend was the 4th of July, and most of our team was visiting
home and family. Phil was off in Florida, everyone in the farmhouse was
gone, except for Will and Tylor. I suggested that Will might bunk with us
rather than stay alone in the house. Junior suggested that Taylor might
like to join us. Carl was off, but Red, Guido and Rusty stayed.

The 4th was on Monday so it was a four-day weekend. It was also 100 degrees
every day. We spent a lot of time in the water. There were multiple boaters
in the main waterway. The boats were okay, their motors weren't. We went to
an old mill pond near the site. It was quiet on the pond, the perfect place
for a peaceful summer weekend. The water wasn't cool, but it wasn't that
hot either.

We had a lunch of sandwiches and beer. Guido made the sandwiches.  The
beers were good and plentiful. I think Will, Junior and Taylor had a few
more beers than I did.  Red said he liked to skinny dip and asked if anyone
objected.  There was no objection. Red and Rusty stripped and jumped into
the water. Their oversized genitals had the expected effect on Will, Junior
and Taylor. They were already hard when they jumped in the water naked and
swam over to talk with them.

I had a clear vision how the afternoon would turn out, but was unsure how
we would get there. I should have realized that seven horny men could work
things out quickly. It seemed casual and natural, but ten minutes we had
all made genital contact with someone.

I don't know if an orgy can be relaxed and friendly. We were all friends,
but instead of shaking hands or hugging we fondled or sucked
genitals. Taylor seem to approach Rusty's cock with almost religious
awe. Will found Red's cock really exciting close up.

I was with Guido and Junior.  I was milking Guido's cock of its store of
precum. My ass was in the air and my legs were a bit spread. Junior seemed
to like that.

"Why don't you use that ass pug of yours to open Johnny up a bit. He will
appreciate that when Rusty and Red take their turn," Guido
suggested. Junior was willing and Guido had a bag of lubricants handy.

I soon discovered that a cock doesn't need to be big; it just needs to be
big enough. Junior's organ reached my prostate and used it as a punching
bag for almost ten minutes. He also knew when to slow down and avoid an
early orgasm. He held off for almost ten minutes. Junior had a loud, vocal
accompaniment to his orgasm. I was still sucking Guido and I got a mouthful
of his Italian man seed. He and Junior shared their post orgasmic letdowns.

Red was with Will and Junior. I went over to Taylor and Rusty.. Taylor was
an ordinary looking man, bald, bearded and slim. I guessed he was a
jogger. He had that look. I had no thoughts about his sexual tastes, but
Will must have known something when he invited him to join us. he didn't
have any problem getting naked. He was one of those men who have a taste
for unattractive clothes in the wrong size.  He looked better nude than
dressed. He was more muscular than I had guessed and had a hairy chest and
treasure tail to his bush.

Taylor had been watching but no doing much. His semi erect cock indicated
interest. "Are you uneasy about this?" Rusty asked.

"I guess I am. This is a lot for a nice Baptist boy to take in," Taylor
replied.

"Do you think it would be easier of you were Episcopalian?" Rusty
asked. Taylor laughed.

"You have a point there," Taylor replied.

"My dad was preacher in a holy roller church. Gay sex was bad, but he
thought smiling was a bit suspect," Rusty said. "I met Red and ended
sitting on his totem pole doing a fancy dance. When I didn't get struck
down by a lightning strike from on high I realized that dad may not have
had it right."

"Are you still waiting for divine retribution?" Taylor asked.

"That was 25 years ago, maybe judgement is coming, but I've had a lot of
fun since then. I'm thinking that God may look more favorably on pleasure
than my Dad thought," Rusty said. "Dad died five years ago, and I'm not
sure he brought any happiness to anyone."