Date: Wed, 27 Sep 2006 13:08:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Long Summer 2

Long Summer 2

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


My head was still spinning when I fell asleep.  I woke when Joe called me
and went to his room. I helped him shower and got to breakfast.  Several
people from his office were coming for a meeting that morning, so he got
dressed in a suit and tie. He went to the den to get ready. I returned to
my room to put on a sports coat and tie.  I didn't want to look like a
hired hand.

His staff showed up promptly at nine. There was Mrs. Paulie, his executive
secretary, Willy Brandt, the vice president, and two Realtors, Cecilia and
Roger. The first ten minutes were spent signing documents and forms. I
could tell Mrs. Paulie was well organized. Every document was in order and
she had marked all the places he had to sign.

I thought this was all cut and dried, but he asked several questions about
the documents and sent two back for revisions. Willy gave a quick rundown
on problems at the office. Willy looked like an old football player, and
that turned out to be what he was.  He had been a star fifteen years
earlier. He seemed to know his stuff.

Cecilia and Roger presented a proposed new project, converting an old
warehouse into condominiums. They gave a good presentation and Joe asked
them to move to the next stage developing the project. I had heard that
business meetings drag, but Joe's moved along at a good pace.

Everyone stayed for lunch, then I helped Joe with his exercises. This was
my first time doing this alone, so I was really worried.  It went well. Rex
was clear in his instructions, and he told me not to do anything I wasn't
sure about. I wasn't as demanding as Rex, but I got Joe to do 90% of them
without complaining.

Joe needed to rest after exercise and I rested too. Ruby gave me new
directions for that night's dinner.  Again I followed directions and all
went well. I was cleaning up after dinner when the phone rang. Joe got it
as I finished the dishes.  Ruby said she would do them in the morning, but
my mother would kill me if she found out I did that. Dirty dishes sitting
over night was a no-no in our house.

Joe was watching television when I finished.  "Willy's coming over with a
friend in a half hour.  Nothing fancy, just beer and chips," he said.

"That sounds easy enough," I said. "I can handle that."

"There's no need for you to do anything at all," Joe said.  "Willy can
handle it."  He said this in an odd way, and I didn't know what he was
trying to say.

"Is there some reason why I couldn't help?" I asked.

"I'm not sure how to put this. It might sound insulting," Joe said. "Willy
knows what I like in men and when he finds someone he brings them by. This
is more of a sex date than a social event.  I don't know it that might
bother you?"

I smiled.  "I donlt think so," I said, "What is Willy's track record?"

It was Joe's time to smile.  "Not 100% ,but well above 90%.  Willy's a
perceptive man."

"What is the problem with me?" I asked.

"I know Willy's likes too," Joe said. "Did you notice him looking at you
during the meeting?"

"No, I didn't."

"He asked me if you were going to be around," Joe said. "I think he was
hoping you might get together. If you're interested, you can help out, but
if you're not, it might be better if you sat this one out. Willy's an old
friend and I wouldn't want to have an uncomfortable situation."

"Do you think I'd like him?"

"He's a likable man. But every man is different. Louie and I hit it off
with you last night," Joe mused. "Every time you're at a bat you don't hit
a home run."

"Some times it a single and maybe a fly ball?"

"Sometimes you just plain strike out," Joe said. "Some guys have a really
bad batting record." He paused. "Let me make something clear. We're talking
about sex here, not love. Willy likes young men.  He likes to teach them
and help them. He and his wife are happily married.  This is purely
recreational for him. Let me tell you, it's usually good for the young men
too."

"Not true love?" I asked, smiling.

"Definitely not true love," Joe said.  "It seems to me if you are looking
for true love and only get sex, you'll be disappointed. If you're looking
for sex and find true love, you've hit the jack pot. I have friends who
have fallen in love a hundred times and complain it's only been sex."

"Have you found love?"

"Not really, but I have a slew of friends who I love and can depend on,"
Joe said. "There are a lot of worse things."

"If you don't mind, I'll meet Willy and his friend tonight," I said.

Joe laughed. "When I was your age anything that had the potential for sex
was all right for me," he said. "I have a feeling your life hasn't been
that way."

"I've got some catching up to do," I said.

"It's not a race," Joe said. "You can do everything and any thing at your
own pace.  You don't need to do it at all, if that's what you want."

"What we did yesterday, is it always that good?" I asked. "I've jerked off,
but didn't know it could be that much better."

"I'd put it in the 90% good to great range," Joe said. "It has to be really
bad for sex to be bad. Tonight, I'll ask if they want to go to the hot tub.
That's your chance to beg off. Do you understand?"  I nodded and went to
the kitchen and looked for crackers and chips. About twenty minutes later
the doorbell rang.

I answered the door. It was Willy and another man. Willy was wearing a
mostly unbuttoned Hawaiian style shirt, showing the curly, blond hair on
his chest.  The other man was a surprise. He was tall, lanky and
balding. He had a handlebar mustache and a slightly crooked grin.  I
wouldn't say he was ugly, but he was flirting with ugly.

"Glen, this is Mike," Willy said. "He's the man who fixes my Mercedes."

"Glad to meet you," Mike said with a wide grin.  He had a firm
handshake. "My first love is old Chevies, but that ain't where the money is
these days."  He looked at Willy. "Maybe I shouldn't say that in front of a
customer."

"As long as you can fix my car, you can say anything you want," Willy
said. "Where is Joe?"

"Follow me," I said and I took them to the terrace in the rear. Willy
introduced them and I got beers for the men.

Mike liked football, so he enjoyed talking with Willy and Joe.  They told
him I was going to the University and he liked that. "Free tickets to the
games!" he said in awe.

Mike was really interested in Joe's accident. Since he fixed cars he knew a
lot about accidents and was interested in the technical aspects of a
crash. He was also fascinated by Joe's brace.  I got the impression he
would have liked to be an inventor.

After two or three beers, Joe suggested we get in the hot tub to limber
up. "That sounds good to me," I said. Willy glanced at me and smiled. Willy
stripped first, with Mike right behind. I had to work on getting Joe's
pants over his brace, but Mike helped. "There has to be an easier way to do
this," Mike said.  You could almost see the cogs in his brain working. This
also gave him some up close time with Joe's huge cock. Mike didn't object
to that at all.

Naked Mike was muscular.  I don't think there was an ounce of extra fat on
his body. He had broad shoulders, and a six pack. His hair was dirty blond
and he had a thick coat covering much of his body. It wasn't as thick as
Joe's, but his hair was longer and almost silky. He had a greyhound's body
with a sheepdog's coat.

Mike had a long, thin, cut cock and balls that hung halfway to his
knees. Mike didn't get out in the sun much.  His body was white with pink
tits and a pinkish purple cock head providing the only color.

Willy was massive and thick. He wasn't as toned as Mike, but you could tell
he had been muscular in the past. He had big balls held tightly against his
body and his cock seemed to consist only of the cock head, enshrouded in
thick foreskin. Willy had a perfect tan from head to toe. I didn't see a
tan line.

Mike helped Joe get into the tub. By now it was dark, so it was
surprisingly private in the water. Willy sat next to me. Our legs touched
in the water and I didn't move away. We talked for a while. Willy's hand
strayed onto my leg, then move up to my genitals. I reached over and played
with him. The hot water felt good.

"This is good, but I need to get out before I get cooked," Joe said. I
helped him out with Mike's assistance. We dried off and went into the
house.

"Damn, I was afraid I was the only one here sporting a woodie!" Mike said
as he looked us over. "There's a lot of meat here. Is it available for fun,
or is it just decoration?"

"I think it's safe to say we all tend to be playful," Joe said. "Willy and
I are old hands at this. Glen is still using training wheels."

"I'm not new to this, but my sex life has a specialty with rest stops and
truckers," Mike said. "I feel kind of odd seeing my playmates. Usually it's
really dark."

"Do you like what you see?" Willy asked.

"Shit yes!" Mike replied, "Do you like what you see? I've been a bit
embarrassed at getting bare naked in front of guys.  I don't look much like
those guys in the porn flicks."

"I'm no movie star," Joe said.

"Maybe not, but they make exceptions for guys who are hung like Trigger,"
Mike said. He joked with Joe.  Willy was next to me.  He dropped to his
knees and began sucking my cock. For an ex football player, Willy's sucking
technique was almost genteel.  He concentrated on my cock head, licking the
rim of the mushroom and then lapping up anything that drooled from my
slit. It took him a while to deep throat me. By the time he did, I was more
than ready for it.

Mike had talked about being shy, but once he saw Willy and me playing, he
got down to business quickly. I don't know if it was Joe or Joe's cock that
turned him on, but Mike went after it. Mike was tall and thin. He stared at
Joe's cock, opened his mouth wide and swallowed it whole.

Joe looked shocked, then pleased. Mike's nose was nuzzled in his pubic
hair.  It was hard to believe someone could swallow the whole thing, but it
appeared to be effortless for Mike.

"Let's go to the bed room where we can get more comfortable," Joe
said. Moving Joe always took some effort, but having Mike and Willy made it
a lot easier. We got Joe on his bed.

Mike straddled Joe, dangling his cock in Joe's face as he sucked Joe's
meat. Mike essentially was doing pushups. They were connected only cock to
mouth. Mike's cock was long and thin.  Joe swallowed all of it as Mike deep
throated Joe.

I tried to do the same with Willy, but I wasn't able to do it push up
style. We were side by side, with Willy licking my cock as I took care of
him.  Willy had extra foreskin. It still covered his cock when it was
erect. I sucked the skin into my mouth, then worked my tongue into the
pucker. It was juicy inside the skin. I licked around his knob. When I
licked the underside of his cock head, he moaned.

That turned me on.  Most of my relationships with adults had been
parent-child, or teacher student.  It was exciting to be a partner.  Willy
enjoyed what I was doing as I much as I liked him sucking me. I wasn't as
crazed as the night before, so I could savor the sensations more. I
explored Willy's cock.

I had thought of a cock as a single organ.  Since Willy reacted to every
move I made, I got a lesson in genital topography. His head, and especially
the rim where it joined the foreskin, was very sensitive. He liked it when
I deep throated it too. His balls were hairy, but his ball sack was tight
and it was hard to suck individual balls.

I've got low hangers and Willy liked that. What really surprised me was how
much Willy liked my ass hole. He loved running his tongue around the hole.
He would swirl his tongue in circles until his tongue was at the hole
itself. I figured he'd stop there, but he didn't.

After Joe had fingered my ass the night before, I knew there were
unexpected sensations in my ass. I hadn't guessed a man would try to get
his tongue into it.  I like that a lot. I shivered as he pushed his tongue
into the hole.  I shivered partly because it felt so good, but partly
because I realized that I really wanted a cock, not the tongue in my hole.

I would have like to be cool and collected, but that wasn't in the
cards. Mike wasn't too good at cool either, so I wasn't too embarrassed.
You knew when Mike liked something. "Damn, I'm fucking close!" he cried.

"The night's young," Joe said. "Why don't we cool down and catch our
breath?"

"That sounds like a good idea to me," Willy said.  We broke apart. Willy
and I joined Joe and Mike on the bed.

"Damn, you guys are fun," Mike said. "I could really get use to taking my
time."

"You've been racing to shoot your load before someone comes into the rest
room and breaks everything up?"

"That's pretty much my history," Mike admitted.

"I've been there," Willy admitted. "It's hard being a football player with
a taste for cock."

"Is anyone here into fucking?"  Mike asked.  "I love it, but that's damn
hard in a rest stop."

"Top or bottom?" Joe asked.

"I like it all," Mike replied. "I'm not too sure I can take yours. I'd love
to try, but I think you're a few sizes bigger than I've ever taken."

"I like it all too," Willy said.  "I use to be purely a top, but I've out
grown that."

"I'm open minded on the subject too," Joe said. "The brace is in the way
though, Mike.  I love to give your cock a test drive, but I can't figure
out how to do it."

Willy looked at me. "You're not too sure about the whole thing, are you?"
he asked.

Mike looked at me and smiled. "You've got a Whitman's Sampler of cocks
here," he said. "It's not often you get a choice."

"Aren't you the romantic one," Joe said.  He was smiling.

"I'm not sure the first cock in your ass is the subject of real romance,"
Mike said. "I know I'm just a grease monkey, but I'm sure glad I cut my
teeth on Chevies and Fords, not on BMWs and Mercedes.  I like to know the
ropes first."

"You may be right about that," Willy said. "My first time was with a hot
quarterback. It wasn't good. We were friends and things cooled off. I
wasn't mad at him, but he felt guilty he had hurt me."

"My Uncle Bubba taught me the ropes," Mike said.  He laughed. "You wouldn't
have guessed I had an Uncle Bubba, would you? He was a nice guy and
discovered we shared a common interest."

"How was that?" Joe asked.

"I gave this guy a blow job in a park rest room.  When we got nearer the
street light, we discovered I had blown him," Mike said.  "I was scared
he'd tell my Dad.  He was afraid I tell on him.  It's hard to believe how
stupid we were.  We talked it over and made peace.  It turned out, he liked
to fuck, and I wanted to experiment some."

"How was it?" I asked.

"It turned out just fine," Mike replied. "We went on a fishing trip over a
weekend and he popped my cherry. He took his time. His meat was shorter and
thicker than mine. You wouldn't say it was perfect the first time, but we
had the whole weekend.  By the time I got home Sunday afternoon I was
enjoying it. What was funny, was that I got to pop Uncle Bubba's virgin
ass. I liked it so much he decided to give it a spin."

"Did he like it?"

"He loved it," Mike said, as he stroked his cock. His large, mushroom style
cock head crowned a slender, curved shaft. Pre cum glazed the cock head.
"Once the head's in, the rest is easy."  Willy was back rimming my ass
while I talked with Joe and Mike.

After a while Willy joined the conversation. Mike was behind me and his
cock was at my hole. "Just relax," he said. He was pumping his cock at my
ass. I moved my leg to make it easier for him. Mike pushed. I felt a little
pinch and his cock head was in.  A second later the rest of his probe was
in.

I had no expectations. I had never considered having a cock in my ass. I
stayed still, then I moved my hips a little. "Wiggle that butt a few more
times," Mike whispered. "You'll find the grove." I did as he said. He was
right. It had been okay when he first slipped in, but it got a lot more
than good as I rotated my hips.

"Glen's a natural, isn't he?" Joe said.

"That's the way it feels to me," Mike said, then he moaned, "Oh shit, I'm
popping!" he pulled out and shot his load on my back.  I was pleased he was
that excited. I was also disappointed. I wanted more.

As it turned out, Willy wanted more too. Joe lubricated Willy's cock and he
got behind me. His cock wasn't as long as Mike's, but it was thicker. It
was very different from Mike's thin probe, but not as exciting.

"Why don't you let me lie down and you can straddle me?" Willy asked.  He
got on his back and I sat on his fire plug.  I don't know exactly what
happened. Later, Joe told me he thought Willy's cock must have made a
direct hit on my prostate. Every move I made rubbed his cock against
something that sent me to the moon.  I was doing a little hula dance on
Willy's meat when he began to shake and shiver. I knew he was shooting off
in my ass, but I couldn't get off.  I wanted his cock so badly.

Mike and Willy had shot off. That left Joe and me fully loaded. Joe's cock
was rock hard and huge.  "You're ready to go for the gold, aren't you?"
Mike asked. He could read my mind.

"You can try it, but you need to be careful," Joe said. He didn't seem too
enthusiastic about it, but he was coating his cock with lubricant.  "It's
big. Try to sit on it.  That will give you control."

I straddled his monster and sat back. Mike and Willy helped, holding Joe's
cock at my ass and making sure the brace was stable. I wasn't easy.  I took
my time.

"I've never seen anything like this in my life!" Mike said as he watched
the huge organ slowly penetrate my ass.

"How much is in?" I asked.

"Five inches," he said, "You're half way there."

"Take a sniff of this," Willy said, "just inhale."  He held a small bottle
to my nose. I took a sniff.  A second or two later Joe's entire cock was in
my ass.