Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2006 19:07:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Long Summer

Long Summer

By Bald Hairy Man

If you are offended by gay sex or are underage, DON'T read this story. This
is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex is made in
this story.  If you have comments write me at bldhrymn@excite.com or
bldhrymn@yahoo.com


I was an unhappy kid.  Most of the time I kept to myself and studied.  To
outsiders I was the perfect child. I was good at school, the vice president
of the Senior class and editor of the school paper.  I was also polite,
well mannered and a pillar of the Gordontown Baptist Church.

Things were good until I was 12-13.  When the other boys started getting
interested in girls, I didn't. I liked girls well enough.  They just didn't
excite me sexually. As a good Baptist I knew sex was bad, but somehow you
had to do it to have a family. This confused me. Sometimes I thought it
would be nice to be a Catholic Priest and then I wouldn't have to worry
about girls.

I guess by the time I was 16 I realized I was gay. I sure didn't want to be
gay, but that seemed to be what I was.  At church there was a Sunday School
teacher who said there were camps and programs to make gay men
straight. After a number of sleepless nights, I got up enough nerve to talk
to Rev. Wilder, our preacher, about it.

I was surprised when he told me the camps were more self delusion than
real. "I think they hurt more than they help," he said.  He didn't seem to
be mad at me, but a week later when I came home from school, Rev. Wilder
was leaving the house.  He had been talking with Mom and Dad. I was scared
shitless.

Strangely nothing happened.  Nothing happened at all. I was graduating in
May and going to the University. Most people thought I would go to the
local Baptist college, but my parents pushed me toward the University. Mom
had a talk with me.  The University was state owned and considerably more
economical that the privately owned college.

"To tell you the truth, going to the College would be a problem for
us. Your sister and brother need to go to school too in a few years," she
said.  "We'll send you wherever you want, but it would help us a lot if you
pick the University."  Then she said, "Don't say a world of this to your
Dad.  He doesn't want to admit our real situation."

The University was large and had a national reputation. My grades were
really good, so I got in.  I had thought a smaller school might be a safer
bet for me, but I was flattered Mom had confided in me. I decided to go to
the University.

"You know it's a demanding school," he said. "Excelling there is nothing
like doing well at Gordonstown Central High school. It will take a lot of
work."

"I'm willing to give it a try," I said.

Dad beamed in pleasure. "I think it's better to test yourself, than to take
the easier path," he said. "I'm proud you made this decision."

I had been planning to work as the Burger Barn for the summer, the way I
had the year before, but something came up. An old friend of my Dad, Joe
Tocelli, had broken his leg and needed some help until he got back to
normal. Tocelli owned a real estate company and Dad thought it would be a
good opportunity to learn some stuff about real estate and help his friend.

I wasn't interested in real estate at all, but I did what Dad
wanted. Tocelli lived a hundred miles away, so I would live with him for
the three months between high school graduation and the beginning of
school. Two days after graduation Dad took me to meet Mr. Tocelli. I had
met him before when I was a kid, but I didn't remember anything about him.

His house was big and pretty. He had a pool and sat in the middle of what
had been a 500-acre farm. Mr. Tocelli was a big, heavy set man on crutches.
He had black hair and a thick, black beard. He looked a little scary until
he laughed.  He had a big, belly laugh and his rather somber face looked
cheerful when he smiled.

He took us out to lunch.  He had been in a bad car accident and they had
almost amputated his leg.  They had saved it, but there was a lot of
rehab. He was working from his house and needed a gopher and helper to get
him through the day. It was a difficult situation, but I discovered
Mr. Tocelli was a jokester and he smiled a lot. He was cheerful is spite of
the problems.

Dad left and I drove Mr. Tocelli to his home in his big Mercedes. He had a
cook and a gardener, so I didn't need to do any of that sort of thing.  He
also had a physical therapist who came every other day. I was to help him
with his exercises on the other days.

"I'm really embarrassed about his," he said as we drove.  "I didn't want it
at all, but Dr. Robins said it was necessary if I wanted to get back into
the swing of things in months rather than years.  I can't do the stupid
little things, like reaching high things and even taking my pants off."

I got him out of the car and into the house easily. It was a one story
house, so he could get to his bedroom. He had pull bars hanging over the
bed so he could lift himself up. I had to help him get out of his pants.
Up to this point, he seemed like your ordinary, heavy, middle-aged
businessman.

Once he got out of his clothes, he was very muscular and solid. He must
have worked out.  He didn't look much like a modern muscleman like Arnold.
He was built like one of the old boxers. Actually he looked more like King
Kong than a boxer.

I had never seen a hairier man than Mr. Tocelli. I didn't know men could
grow hair in some of the places Mr. Tocelli did. His leg was in a new
brace-like contraption. The break was below the knee and it held that part
immobile. The brace kept his leg at 30 degrees so he couldn't put his
weight on it even if he wanted.

"It's time to take my pants off," Mr. Tocelli said.  "This is the hardest
part of my damn day." He undid his belt and pushed his pants down to just
above the brace.  He wasn't wearing under pants.  I wasn't experienced and
the only cocks I had seen were the boys in the High School showers.
Mr. Tocelli didn't have a boy cock. It looked huge and hairy. There was
something wrong with it. At first I thought he didn't have a cock head, but
then I saw it as a bulge in the cock shaft.  It took me a second, then I
realized he was uncut.  I had never seen an uncut cock before.

"You have to get them over the brace without jiggling the leg," he
said. "Just take your time.  My pants get snagged on parts of this
contraption."  He pulled his good leg out and I worked the cloth slowly
over the brace.

"By the way, my leg is mostly scars from where they patched me up," he
said. "It's not pretty. But they don't hurt. Don't worry about them."  It
took a good ten minutes to do it. In that ten minutes I had more up close
and personal time with a cock than I had experienced in my entire18
years. There was no way not to look at it.

"I'm sorry I took so long," I said.

Mr. Tocelli smiled.  "Shit, it took me 45 minutes the last time I did it,"
he said.  "You did well."

"Where are your pajamas?" I asked.

"Too much trouble," he said. "It's my birthday suit for me."

"I guess you have your own fur coat," I said, without thinking.

He winked at me. "Let me show you to your room," he said as he got up and
got his crutches. My room was next to his, but it had its own bath,
television and DVD player. His guest bathroom was fancier than the good
bath in my house.

"There's an intercom next to the bed. If I need you, I'll call," he
said. "I wake up early at 6:00-6:30 or so. Is that a problem?"

"No problem for me," I said.

"I need some help in the shower," he said.  "The Doc is afraid I'll slip
and fall."  He left.  I went to the TV and turned it on. There was a pile
of DVD's next to it. They were my favorite movies. I took a shower and got
in bed, watched half of a Star Wars movie and fell asleep.

Next morning the intercom rang and I went to Mr. Tocelli's room.  "It's
shower time," he said, "You'd better get naked if you don't want to get
soaked."  It was a walk in shower and I got the water going and helped him
in.

"Can the brace get wet?" I asked.

"Yes, we just have to dry it off after," he said. The shower had grab bars
everywhere he would hold on one for balance, and stand on his good leg. I
washed him.  I noticed his cock looked bigger than it had the night
before. Then it hung straight down. Now it stuck out some.  He wasn't hard,
but was different.

"If you don't mind, could you peel back the skin and wash my cock head?" he
asked. "It gets ripe if I don't." I did as he asked.  His cock head was
huge too, and a deep purplish-blue color. He had a wide piss
slit. Everything about his cock seemed big to me. His balls had been hidden
in his furry crotch, but they were big too.

He got a little harder as I washed him.  I got a lot harder.  Mr. Tocelli
didn't mind. I couldn't have been more embarrassed. I must have blushed.
"We're all boys here," he said. We finished the shower. I helped him get
dressed, put my clothes on again and we went to breakfast.

"Mr. Joe, how are you doing?" an older Black woman asked.

"Good, this is Glen, Ruby.  He the son of my best friend from college,"
Mr. Tocelli explained.  "He's going to help out for the next few months."

"Dr. Robbins is going to be a happy man," she said. Ruby was a very thin
and short older woman wearing a turban.  "What would you like to have for
breakfast?"

"I take whatever is easy," I said.

Ruby laughed, "Honey, I'm a former short order cook. Name what you want and
I have on the table in three minutes flat."

"Bacon and eggs for me," Mr. Tocelli said.

"I'll have the same," I said. Ruby was true to her word.  She must have had
a stash of bacon somewhere.  After breakfast Mr. Tocelli went to his den to
make calls and check his e mail. A tall lanky man came to the door.

"Hi-ya Ruby!" he called.

"Louie, this is Mr. Glen, he's helping out for a while."  Louie talked with
Ruby and me as she produced another breakfast. He went off to the garden.

"Louie is a nice boy," she said. "A hard worker too. He wants to help
Mr. Joe, but he's clumsy. He will do whatever you asked, but you need to
tell him exactly what you want." I understood what she meant.  She told
what I needed to do during the day.  She left at 4:30 and would have the
diner ready, or ready to cook.

I went to the den and helped Joe with some filing. He was on the phone most
of the time. He wasn't a bossy man, but he knew what he wanted. We had
lunch.  Then the physical Therapist came.  He was a good-looking man named
Rex. Rex was what you would call hard but fair. Mr. Tocelli had exercises
he was to do every day and Rex showed me what to do on his off days.

"Rex was the executive director of a torture chamber in a previous life,"
Mr. Tocelli joked.

"Joe, I may be mean, but all of my victims walk when I'm through with
them," he replied.

"What's left of them walks," Mr. Tocelli quipped?

Rex laughed. "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but there doesn't seem to
be any chance you're going to blow away. Fifteen pounds less of you would
be good for me and you." Rex did all of his exercises and showed me what to
do. He gave a running commentary explaining what he was trying to do and
what to watch for.  He had also written it out, so I wouldn't have to
remember it all.

He was there for two hours and Mr. Tocelli needed to rest afterwards. I
helped him lie down and went to my room. After the physical therapy session
I was as tired as Mr. Tocelli. At four, Ruby knocked on my door, she was
getting ready to go and she gave me instructions.  Ruby loved
post-its. Each pan and dish was labeled with cooking time and
temperatures. She also listed what to do and when.

At five Mr. Tocelli was up. He was wearing a robe.  "Once Ruby's gone, I
usually go naked or just wear a robe," he said. "Is that a problem for
you?"

"Nope," I said. "I guess it is a lot easier for both of us that way."  He
nodded.

"Do you like to swim?" he asked.

"I do, but I don't get to do it much."

"As I recall, your father is a golfer?"

"He loves golf," I answered.  "I caddied when the other boys were at the
beach."

"Let's get in the pool," he said.

"I didn't bring me trunks with me," I said.

"As I said, we're all boys here."  We went to the pool.  I stripped and
then helped to ease him into the water. The water was warm, almost like a
bathtub.

Louie appeared. "Anything you need before I go, Mr. Joe?" he asked.

"Nothing, you're at the nursery tomorrow, aren't you?"

"Yep, it time to get the fall flowers ready," Louie said.

"Do you want to join us?" Mr. Tocelli asked. I didn't know a man could
strip naked and jump in a pool as quickly as Louie did. He was at least 40
years old, but he played like a kid. Louie was also a splasher.  Normally I
don't like that, but it was so warm it was pleasant.

After playing for a while, I got out and sat next to Mr. Tocelli on the
edge of the pool. Louie got out and jumped off the diving board.  He was
hard.  I was shocked, but Mr. Tocelli didn't seem to mind.  Louie did this
a few times, then he swam over to us.

"The water's nice," Louie said, then he leaned over and began to suck
Mr. Tocelli. I was shocked and more turned on than I have ever been in my
life.

"Louie, we have company!" Mr. Tocelli said, sternly.

"Sorry," Lou said as he pulled away from Joe's cock.  Louie turned and
began to suck my cock.  Electric shocks of pure pleasure ran though my
body.  I didn't know what to do, so I just sat there.

"Louie, you should ask before you suck a man's cock," Mr. Tocelli said. "Do
you want him to stop, Glen?"

I managed to croak out a no. "Have you ever done this before?" he asked me.
I shook my head. I was in heaven. Joe put his arm around me.

"Louie is a good cock sucker. Just relax and let nature take its course,"
Joe said. I was really close to shooting, but Louie slowed down.

"Is he close, Louie?"

"He sure is," Louie replied.

"Do you want to shoot off now or wait for later?"  Mr. Tocelli asked. "Let
me be frank. Louie and I are old playmates and we have a lot of fun from
time to time. Would you like to join us?"

"I've never done this before," I said. "It was . . ." I paused.  "It was
good."

"Would I surprise you if I told you it can be a lot better, more fun?" he
asked.

"I'm afraid it wouldn't," I said.  "I got good grades in school, but I
think there's a lot more that I don't know than I do know."

"Louie and I know a lot about man sex," Joe said. "It's all about pleasure
and enjoying each other."

"I've been afraid of it," I said.

"My wife was that way," Joe said. "She was a good Catholic girl who wanted
children, but didn't want to have sex. We had three kids, but it was an
ordeal for her.  She couldn't get it into her head it was okay. She could
never relax and go with the flow."

"Are you divorced?"

"No, she died about five years ago, cancer," he said. "The secret to good
sex is letting loose. I guess the "try it, you'll like it" line applies to
sex.  Maybe you will like it. Maybe you won't.  Looking at you, I'll bet
there wouldn't be much about sex you wouldn't like."

"I like it all," Louie added.  He was still licking my cock.

"I'm not sure," I said.

"Let your cock be your guide," Louie said. "It's 100% sure!"  Louie was
right about that. I was a good Baptist boy who attended Sunday School every
week, but my teachers had said or inferred about sex seem to come close to
reflect what I was feeling. Being good to your neighbor and thinking clean
thoughts was good, but Louie's sucking was 1000% better.

"I'm going to shoot!" I cried. Instead of jumping back form my cock, Louie
tried to swallow it.

"Let it go," Joe said. "Louie loves the cream, let it flow."

I was shivering, shaking and jerking as my cock spewed my cream into
Louie's eager mouth. I had never felt anything like it. I had jerked off,
but that wasn't close to the sensation of Louie's mouth.

I had to get dinner ready, so I helped Joe get up and we went to the
kitchen. Louie had to go home, so he left. I felt as if I had done
something wrong, but Joe wasn't worried at all. We talked about things. It
was an odd conversation. Joe talked to me as an adult, not as a kid. I
cooked all the food following Ruby's instructions and it turned out
perfectly. The food was very good, I cleaned up as Joe listened to the
business news on the TV.

After dinner we went out to the pool and sat in the warm late afternoon
sun.  I was a beautiful night. I help Joe get in the pool again. The pool
was great for him since he could move without stress. It was getting dark
and I swam up to Joe, who was sitting on the edge of the pool again. His
cock was at my mouth level and I couldn't resist trying it.

I hadn't guessed how exciting it would be. I knew how good I felt when
Louie sucked me, but I was clueless about what he was feeling. Somehow
Joe's big, hairy and uncut cock awakened every sexual instinct I had.  I
didn't know they existed.

"Work on the knob," Joe whispered.  "It's big so don't try to take the
whole thing. Lick the edge of the mushroom. It's really sensitive."  The
cock head was a mouthful, the size of a ripe plum. I was uneasy about the
slit and tried to avoid, since I was afraid of piss. My tongue strayed and
I tasted this sweet, thick stuff. If the cock awakened my sexual instincts,
the sweet stuff pushed me into over drive.

I discovered if you licked the spot where the skin joined the underside of
his head he would ooze a big glob of the stuff. I did this over and over
again.

"That's right," Joe said. "You're milking it."

"What is that sweet stuff?" I asked.

"Pre cum," he replied.  "It means you've got me revved up."


"Are you going to shoot?"

"I hope so. Why don't we go to the bedroom and get comfortable?" he asked.
I helped get him out of the water.  In the bedroom he got on the bed and
had me straddle him, so he could suck me.  I shot off almost immediately.

"I guessed you were ripe," he said.  "You can get to bed now. You don't
need to get me off."

"I'll do it," I said.

Joe smiled.  "I don't know about you, but I need some time to recharge
before I can suck again after shooting." he said.  "I want you to be
enthusiastic when I pop!"

"You like to suck?" I asked.

"4Sure, it's always good," Joe said. "I really love to fuck, but I've got
the wrong equipment for that."

"What do you mean?"

"I like to top, but my cock is too big for most guys," he said. "It scares
away most guys."

"It's huge."

"That's the problem," joe said. "Guys are either tourists, or thrill
seekers. It's hard to find a man who can take it in the ass and enjoy it."

"What about Louie?"

"He'll take it, but it's a chore for him," he said. "Louie would do
anything I asked him to, but it's not fair. Sex is a two-way street."

"Do guys really like it in the ass?" I asked. "I can't understand that."

"Some love it," he replied.

"I don't think it's for me."

Joe smiled. "Do you know what a prostate is?"

"Only that it gets enlarged," I said.

"I can do a little experiment to see if you'd be into ass sex," Joe
said. "Are you interested?"  I nodded. "Look in the drawer beside the bed,"
he said.  There's a tube of lubricant and a small bottle in there. Get it
out."

I got it out and gave it to him. "You take the bottle and give me the
lube," he continued. "I'm going to work a finger into your ass and feel for
your prostate."

"Then what?"

"Well, I'm going to press it a few times and see how you react."

"Is that all?"

"Yep, that's it. You need to try to relax and open up your ass. If it's too
hard, you take a sniff of the stuff in the bottle.  It will relax you."

"What id it hurts a lot?"

"Just tell me and we'll chalk it up as an unsuccessful experiment," he
said. "Are you game?"  I wasn't really, but I nodded yes. I was scared, but
curious.

"Put one leg on the bed," he instructed me. Joe put some of the lube on his
finger and then touch my ass. He lubricated around my hole then his finger
got closer to the opening. I thought I'd be repulsed, instead I got
excited.

"You're doing fine," he said.

"How do you know?"

Joe chuckled. "You're hard as a rock."  I looked down.  He was right. I had
just shot off a few minutes earlier and now I was hard again.  He swirled
his finger around my ass hole then applied pressure. He was pushing but not
forcing his finger in. "Relax."

"I'm too excited to relax," I said.

"Take a little snort from the bottle."  I did as he asked. The stuff
smelled chemically. I suddenly felt warm all over. A second later his
finger was in and another second after that his finger found my prostate.
I could barely stand up. A tidal wave of sensation swept over me. Joe
pressed my prostate a few times and I shot off again.

"Glen, you're going to have a good summer," Joe said. He paused then said,
"So am I."