Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2001 18:36:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Old Guys 6

Old Guys Part 6

By Bald Hairy Man    e-mail  bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@excite.com

This is a story about adult men intended for adult men. It is a fantasy, so
I again remind you that I have done away with the requirements of safe sex,
and have included no gestures toward common sense either.  If you have any
suggestion or comments, please e-mail me.




After the previous nights this night was restful and pleasant. I slept
until nine and didn't get over to Ari's until ten. Everyone was gone, I
guessed bird watching since the car was still there.  I sat on the deck and
watched the sea and fell asleep again on the chair.

The roar of a helicopter engine woke me. It was flying really low. A few
minutes later another flew by and I went to my house and got my
binoculars. They were hovering around a speck on the horizon.  With the
binoculars I could see that the speck was an oil tanker. A Coast Guard
Cutter arrived, racing across the sea toward the tanker.

There was some smoke coming from the tanker's funnel. It was difficult to
see want was going on, but there was a lot of activity around the ship. I
looked at the tanker more closely and realized that the plume of smoke was
getting thicker.

Ari ran up. "Oil spill! A big one!" he screamed. That was when I heard what
sounded like distant thunder. A huge plume of black, billowing smoke rose
from the vessel. Ari ran inside to the phone and called some of his bird
watching friends. The channel 7 Eye in the Sky copter passed over head. Gil
and Billy joined me. I went to my house and got out my high-powered
telescope. Returning with it, we set it up and the extent of the problem
became more obvious.

"The tanker had a small fire." Gil said. "The crew tried to put it out
themselves and it got out of control. At least that's what the radio said."

"Well unless I mistook what I just saw, I think the ship just exploded." I
said. In the distance the plum of smoke continued to climb, widen and
thicken. Through the telescope you could now see flames. The Fire
Department arrived as did the rescue squad. Mike, our playmate of the night
before was driving the truck. He figured that our houses were as close as
they could get to the disaster and within fifteen minutes we were the
headquarters for the rescue operation.

The tide was going out so copters could drop on the beach the crew members
they rescued.  The paramedics gave first aid and then transferred the
victims to hospitals. Every rescure squad in the area was there. The mayor
arrived with the police chief. The mayor was lost.  He was an insurance
agent, and seemed to look at the event as a possibly serious loss for some
underwriter.

Billy, however, was a natural leader, and famous, and he took charge. The
mayor was smart enough to let him do it. The Police chief was efficient,
once he knew what to do and he controlled the crowds and kept out the
onlookers. Ari and Gil alerted the conservation and environmental
groups. Billy called the governor and impressed on him the seriousness of
the situation. He also called the President. It is hard to believe that a
quarterback could do that, but they were golfing buddies.

Billy said this had all the makings of a major disaster and that a full out
effort was needed immediately to keep it from getting out of hand. "My
friend here just watched the ship explode." Billy said. "This could wipe
out half of the cost of Florida if it gets away from us." The President
understood.

Having Billy here focused media attention on us immediately. It was a slow
news period and the 24 hour news programs needed something to broadcast so
the television cameras were set up on the deck, giving continuous coverage.
With the national attention and resources were focused on the situation.
Soon booms and specialized equipment were on the way from all over the Gulf
from as far away as New Orleans and the Texas coast.

Promptness pays off. The fire was controlled and the ship kept afloat so
that the oil leak was limited. The weather was calm and the containment
booms were successful. It was an exhausting week, but a very satisfying
one.

Our weekend of sexual experimentation was over. There was nothing that we
could do with the audience and national exposure. Billy and Gil went off to
Washington to testify to a Senate committee on the environment. Ari and I
were busy rescuing birds and animals unlucky enough to get trapped in the
oil that spilled.

Fortunately once the disaster was averted, the media attention
vanished. Two weeks later we were back to a normal routine. We weren't able
to get together again until after Christmas. Billy was too busy doing bowl
games until then.

"Billy will be here on the second week of January." Ari said. "He says he's
extra horny now, so be ready for some fun. Gil will be coming too."

"I'm ready." I said.

"H e asked me if you might get Mike over to join us." Ari said. "And he
said that maybe the Police Chief was interested."

"Chief McDonald?"

"Yep." Ari laughed. "Billy's a fast worker. I don't know how he and the
chief connected. I thought they had a camera on them at all times, but he
must have."

"Has he planned everything?" I asked.

"I think so.  He told me to get a couple of extra tubes of lubricant if the
Chief comes. He said we'd need it."

I saw Mike at the hardware store and he was ready and more than willing. As
I drove home I saw flashing blue lights behind me and pulled over. It was
the chief.

"You're Billy's friend?" He asked.

"I sure am." I said.

"Can we talk a little? Private like?" He asked. I nodded.

"Is my house private enough?"I asked. He nodded. He followed to the house
and came inside.

"Troy McDonald here." He said, shaking hands. "You are John?"

"Yes, I take it you are Billy's friend too?" I said.

"Billy asked me to get together with you guys next weekend." Troy said. He
was a big man, six feet but 250 pounds so he looked a bit shorter than he
was. He was balding and had a walrus mustache.  His shirt was a size too
small, so you could tell there was a good deal of muscle in with the fat.
He looked like the caricature of a southern sherif.

"Not really, but I'd like to be." He said. "We kind of . .  .  Hit it off
during the oil spill." I smiled.

"Billy and I have.  .  . Hit of off once or twice too." I said. He looked
at me oddly, then smiled.

"You know what I'm talking about then?" He said. I nodded. "Well, we really
hit it off. I don't think I've ever enjoyed anything so much in my
life. I've never done it before." I looked at him oddly. He smiled. "Never
had it even come close to being that good. He said he'd like to do it again
but he wants to be with you guys. He said I was welcome to join in."

"He told Ari that."

"I don't want to come if I'm a gate crasher." He said. "I'm not really into
this group thing. But. .  . .."

"You really want to get together with Billy again?"

"Bingo." Troy said. "Shit, I can't sleep without thinking about it. I wake
up hard and unhappy! I'm not a beach bunny. I've not been naked in front of
strangers in years. "

"We aren't the kind of men who require you to have your hair and nails
done! It's not a Miss America contest." I said laughing. "We're laid back,
no pressure to go anywhere you don't want to go."

"I'm the sherif." Troy said. I knew where he was going.

"We're into mutual fun, not political action." I said. "We all like each
other. It has been a surprise to me. I didn't expect to like it as much as
I do. I didn't know I'd like it one on one, and didn't have an inkling that
I'd become a member of a quartet."  I paused. "You know though, I certainly
haven't regretted a moment. It's been a new world for me. I didn't know it
liked sex until I met Ari."

"Billy said he was big?" Troy asked.

"He sure is."  I said. "Are you into size?"

"I didn't think so." Troy said. "But Billy described you all naked and I
seem to have been dwelling on Ari. I don't know what's happening to
me. These are new feelings.  It's kind of scary."

"Don't worry too much. The feelings seemed all new to me at first." I said.
"Looking back, I realize that the feelings were there, just repressed. In
my case, really repressed. I was always happiest on the construction site,
working with the men. I was surrounded by hard-working men and didn't
recognize the sexual component.  I never did anything."  Troy looked at me.

"I like being surrounded by cops and troopers." He asked. "I hadn't thought
of it that way. I'm married, but that certainly hasn't been a success.  I
love my kids, though. I wouldn't give that up for anything. I've never done
anything with a cop." We understood each other. I offered him a beer and we
sat down and talked.

Troy's gay experiences were like mine, few and far between. They hadn't
been very successful.  He was uncomfortable with effeminate men, and was
uncomfortable with his sea lion like figure. He relaxed. It was about five
and Ari called.

"I've just caught the mother of all fish! Can you come over for dinner?" H
asked.

"I'd love to.  I'm with the chief now." I said. "We're talking."

"Bring him over. There's more than enough." Ari said. "I'd like to get to
know him." I asked Troy and he was interested.

"Come over in fifteen minutes." Ari said.

Troy called his wife and told her he was eating out and would be back late.

"Does she mind?" I asked.

"Shit no!" Troy said. "She only minds if I stay home. We ain't love birds
anymore."

"Were you ever lovebirds?" I asked, smiling.

"Everything was great until the wedding day. It's been bumpy
since. Thirty-five fucking years."  We finished the beers and walked next
door. Ari greeted us with great enthusiasm.

"A great fish!" Ari said. It was still warm and he was shirtless. "Welcome
to my house." They had briefly met during the spill, but Ari had been with
the conservationists and their paths didn't cross much. Wine was out as Ari
whipped up a dinner. Troy took most of his hardware off and unbuttoned his
shirt. He was almost as hairy as Ari, but much more grey.

Dinner was great as always and Troy was appreciative. "Damn! I haven't
eaten like this in years."He said. "Too much fast food for me. I'm too busy
to cook for my self, my wife is too lazy, and even if I did cook, we'd have
to eat together. We both try to avoid that."

"My eating habits changed for the better when I moved next door to Ari." I
said. "Actually, all of my habits seemed to have changed."

"I could use a change." Troy said.

"Billy told me you were well on the way to breaking out." Ari said with a
smile. "You are going to join us next week?"

"I think Troy will be joining us. That's what we were talking about at my
house." I said. "He was feeling a bit uncomfortable with it."

"The more the merrier! The oil spill interrupted our fun and games." Ari
said. "We have some unfinished business."

"I don't want to get in the way." Troy said. "Three's a crowd."

"Not the way we play." Ari said. "Four was no problem, five or six won't
be."

"What about three?" Troy asked.

"I'm willing to give it a try." Ari said. "What about you, John?"  I nodded
and we went into Ari's bedroom. Troy was a big boy everywhere. His mustache
was walrus-like and the rest of him matched. His body was thick and hairy
as was his cock. It must have been two and a half inches in diameter and
more than six inches long. It was a massive tube with a cut head. He was
already erect and that gave me a good view of his monster balls.

My balls don't have much feeling, I am a cock man, but Troy's were a turn
on.

"Look at those seed factories!" Ari said. "No need for desert tonight!"
Troy dropped to his knees and sucked Ari's equipment. I got on the floor
and sucked Troy. His cock was dribbling like a leaky faucet. There was a
steady stream of precum oozing from his spigot. I had noticed that I got
excited when Billy or Ari oozed a drop of th natural lubricant. I hadn't
guessed what a steady stream of the fluid would do. It did a lot. Troy was
a real find.

After my conversation with Troy, I thought he would be reserved and
standoffish. He seemed almost crazed in his attention to Ari's dick. Guys
can pretend to like sucking dicks, but they can't get their cocks to
pretend. He was betrayed by his balls and prostate that were filing his
tube with man seed. The pre cum gushing from Troy's cock confirmed my
suspicions about him. His interest in man sex wasn't casual.  Troy was a
gay man who had never been able to admit that to himself, until now.

He was having no trouble with Ari's monster, and I guessed that Troy had a
lot more experienced than he let on. I bet it had been in interstate rest
stops and there had been no relationships, but there had been sex.

Troy began to moan and whimper. I expected a good shot, but the force and
amount of his cum astonished me. I had to swallow twice. I usually
ejaculate in ten or twelve volleys. The first few are a drop, then the
mother load, then a few small shots. I didn't count, Troy's but he must
have shot twenty times. It was more like a rich cream filling not watery or
thin.

His apricot size head turned ultra sensitive as he popped and I continued
to lick it.  I swirled my tongue around it, mixing the cum from his
previous shots with the new still spewing from his meat. When he finally
finished, I pulled off.

"I'm sorry." He gasped. "I didn't mean to shoot without warning. I got
carried away."

"Hair trigger, or just carried away?" Ari asked.

"Carried away, think." He said. "It usually takes forever to pop. I must
have been inspired. I can't believe your cock is real! Damn!" Ari clearly
had a warm spot for Ari's meat. He was still licking it, lollipop style. I
joined him on the other side of the tube. Ari was big enough for two and he
was just beginning to ooze precum. I realized that Troy was hard again.

We rearranged ourselves on the bed. Troy was on his back, I straddled his
face and Ari sampled the Chief's cock. Troy a good sucker, he wasn't as
excited by my cock as Ari's, but it was good. We took a breather. I got
beside Troy on the bed, Ari stayed near the chief's cock. Troy had his legs
open and Ari was fingering the ass. Troy was really excited and the spigot
turned on again.

"Are you ready to shoot again?" Ari asked Troy. Troy nodded. "Are you
interested in trying something more intense? You've got a really hot spot
in your hole here.  I'd love to give it a workout. " Troy nodded again. I
didn't expect Ari to be so direct, and knew he was uncomfortable with anal
sex. Ari was afraid he would hurt his partner. Billy must have told Ari
more about Troy's sexual interests than Ari had told me. Ari had said we'd
need additional lube.

I lubricated Ari's cock while he lubed the chief's ass. Ari then positioned
his monster at the hole and he guided it into Troy's ass. Troy tensed up,
then began to growl uncontrolledly. Ari's bush was pressed against Troy ass
and there were to very happy men in the room. I couldn't tell which man was
enjoying it more. Ari had penetrated as deep as he could go, and looked
like he had won the lottery. Troy had no problem with the horse cock and
was growling in pleasure.

Ari began to pump, then ram.  After a few strokes it was clear that there
was nothing that Ari could do that Troy wouldn't enjoy. The police man was
sweating like a pig, but that was from pure sexual excitement. In the dim
bedroom light every vein in Ari's rock hard cock was accentuated. Sometimes
he would pull all the way out.  Ari's cock head was glistening, deep
purple, with his slit open.

Troy would cry in disappointment that his ass was empty and Ari would ram
it in again. They seemed to know what the other wanted. As Ari got more and
more excited and thrust faster and faster, Troy got closer and closer to
orgasm. Troy shot first, but Ari followed immediately. I was so excited by
their love making that I hadn't noticed I was pumping my own cock and I
added my cum to the mess on Troy's hair-covered body. We all collapsed on
the bed.

"Holy Shit!" Troy said after he caught his breath. "Was that real or a
dream? Damn"

"Billy said I'd like you." Ari said. Troy had to get home so we broke up,
but he said he would be sure to be with us when Billy arrived next week
end.