Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2005 05:35:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Queens Row

Queens Row

by Bald Hairy Man.

This is and adult gay story for adult gay men. If this offends you, DON'T
read it. This is a fantasy not a sex manual. Play safe.

In 1974 it was a run down row of townhouses on the edge of Richmond's
sprawling Fan District. While parts of the district were stylish and up
scale, this area wasn't one of them. Derelicts, drug addicts and
prostitutes were the primary residents of the block.

That was when I bought a boarding house for $38,000.00 and began renovating
it as my residence.  I'm Denny Paul, and had just opened Flora & Fauna, a
combination florist and pet store. Six months later my friend, John Baller
bought the house next door.  He's an interior designer. By 1978, twelve of
the houses were under renovation.  Each was owned by a young gay man.

It didn't take long for the area to be known as Queens' Row. At first it
was a plain, old-fashioned term of derision, but by the early 80s it had
become synonymous with a brilliant real estate deal. Realtors talked about
this or that area as "the next Queens' Row."

The residents of the Row were all designers, decorators and artists. We've
cut a wide swath in the staid cultural world of Richmond.  Off-white rooms
with a feature wall of beige had been Richmond's typical interior scheme
before Queens' Row.  Chinese Red is John Baller's favorite color. John and
the other residents were talented and bold.  Fortunately for us, daring was
combined with good taste and Baller could create an exciting scheme that
was also easy to live with.

In the late 90s the slum area to the south of the Row began to change.
This area was made up of small working men's houses that had fallen on bad
times.  Most had been abandoned when new residents began to buy and
renovate the houses. As was the case with Queens' Row, the new residents
were gay, but no one would call these new homeowners Queens.

I called the new area the Zoo. It was made up of Bears, Otters and
Wolves. If Queens' Row men liked silk shirts, the Zoo's residents were into
denim, flannel and leather. The two groups didn't get along, but we weren't
exactly at war.  I had to concede anything was better than what was there
before, but once and while, I had doubts.

Bruno DeMarco was driving home from his muffler shop when an elderly man
ran a light and hit him head on.  It was a huge crash.  I was right behind
Bruno in my Volvo.  I saw the accident and ran to help Bruno.  The smell of
gasoline was in the air and Bruno DeMarco was dazed.  I got him out from
the truck, a second before the truck burst into flame.

The police arrived and the old man claimed Bruno had run the light. Bruno
seemed confused.  He had hit his head and was unclear what had happened.
The old man looked respectable and Bruno didn't. Initially the Police
believed the man.  I saw it all and straightened that out.  After the fire
department arrived and the situation cleared up, I offered to drive Bruno
home. The EMTs checked Bruno and said he was fine, but he was a bit shaky.
It was then I discovered Bruno lived in the Zoo.

I drove him to the house. It was dark and empty.  I offered to take him
home and have dinner.  Frankly, I wasn't sure Bruno was in as good
condition.  Bruno agreed. Bruno hadn't recognized me and was surprised when
they drove to the other side of the block.

I like young, handsome, effete men.  Bruno was as far from that as a man
could be. He was 5-6, 200 solid pounds and bearded. He was wearing a dirty
work shirt and a fringe of body hair poked from the collar.  I gave Bruno a
beer and made a dinner of burgers and fries.  Several beers later we were
almost friendly. After a few more beers, we were friends.

As the beer took effect, Bruno began to check out my crotch. I'm well
equipped and don't mind the admiration.  I'm use to sly glances. Bruno's
frank stare was something new.

"Is that real, or do you have a sock wedged in your crotch?" Bruno asked.

"Are you always so direct?" I asked, amused at the crude man's directness.
"It's real."

Bruno looked at me with increasing interest.  "You wouldn't happen to be a
top, would you?"

"Are you interested?" I asked.

"If it's as big as it looks, I am," Bruno replied. "I'd love to sample it."
I had drunk just enough to be interested.  Normally I wouldn't consider
Bruno as a playmate.  I figured, what the hell.

"I'm a friendly man," I said. "I like fun."

"A shower might be nice before we get started," Bruno said. "It was a long,
hot day at work."

"Let's go upstair to the bath," I said as I led Bruno to his bedroom.

"It pretty here," Bruno observed when he saw the bath.  He gaped in
amazement. My bath is a spectacular room. It was treated as jungle
conservatory, filled with plants and a waterfall into a pool.  We
stripped. I'm meticulously groomed.  A friend of mine is into shaving.  My
chest hair was growing back, but my salon tanned body is almost perfect.

Looking at Bruno, I realized the man's idea of grooming was combing his
hair.  He looked like a silver back gorilla, hairy and incredibly muscular.
Bruno looked scarey.  "Do you want to try the tub?"  I asked indicating the
pool.

"Shit, I'd leave a ring!" Bruno commented. "I'd better try the shower."
The shower was a tiled grotto. Bruno went in and I followed him. Bruno
cleaned up, but as soon as he was decent he addressed my cock.

It took two or three seconds for me to realize Bruno was a master cock
sucker. I'm impressively soft. As Bruno sucked, my organ began to grow. As
it grew bigger, Bruno grew more enthusiastic.  He was happy with seven
inches, overjoyed with eight and almost crazed when it reached full
expansion at nine.

I just stood under the running water and let Bruno work his magic. It was
enjoyable for him.  He held Bruno's head.  Bruno could deep throat him.  He
was one of the few men who could do this.  I sometimes jokingly claimed
there was a brain in my cock head.  As the cock head penetrated into
Bruno's mouth, I had the odd sensation the brain in my cock head linked
with Bruno's brain.  It was as if we were directly linked, nervous system
to nervous system.

We got out of the shower, dried off and went to the bed room. Bruno was
like an affectionate dog in heat.  His enthusiasm spread to me.  We sixty
nined. I like cut cocks cut and shaved bodies.  Bruno's dong was uncut,
hairy and had the proportion of a can of Budweiser.

As I sucked the gross organ and I felt a rush of sexual excitement I hadn't
felt in years. It was as if I was sixteen again when Mr. Daniels, the art
teacher, sucked my cock for the first time. That too evolved into a
sixty-nine session.  Then I had thought sucking a cock would be gross.  As
soon as my lips touched Mr. Daniels' cock, my opinion changed 180 degrees.

As I sucked Bruno, I felt the same excitement of exploring another man cock
for the first time.  I worked my tongue into the skin and licked the tender
flared edge.  The cock was gross looking, but sensitive. Bruno oozed a rich
brew of precum and this was almost intoxicating.  It was thick and pungent.

Bruno opened his legs wide.  I licked his balls. While I had no interest in
rimming, somehow my tongue explored Bruno's hairy hole. The pink and
delicate rosebud was lost in the thicket of hair. Bruno's body was
muscular, hard and buffed, but the hole was so dedicate and soft.

I thought it would be a shame to violate the delicate hole with my bloated
man rammer.  As soon as I thought this, I had an uncontrollable urge to
fuck.  I rarely fucked.  My organ was so big it seemed to cause more
problems than pleasure.  I don't like to be fucked and only did it for
young men who were doing it for the first time.  They got a thrill.

"I want to fuck," I whispered.

"Any time you're ready. I'm ready," Bruno said. "Be my guest."  I got some
lubricant out and coated his cock.  Putting Bruno's legs on my shoulders, I
then nuzzled my cock head in the tender hole. I pushed, but nothing
happened.

"Push hard!" Bruno ordered. "It takes some work to open me up."  I rammed
my cock into Bruno's ass.  My mushroom popped through the sphincter and all
nine inches slid into the quivering hole.

"Damn, that's good!"  Bruno exclaimed. If it was good for Bruno, it was
even better for me. Once the cock head passed through the sphincter of
steel, my cock rammed deep into Bruno's hot and steamy ass.  The sphincter
clamped on my cock forming a natural cock ring.  My cock stayed hard as I
pounded Bruno.

Bruno's ass craved cock. After an hour or two of constant sexual activity,
we were winded and exhausted. There was no position we hadn't tried, no
possible sexual coupling we hadn't explored.  I shot off three times.  This
was the first time I'd done this in twenty years. My mind wandered back to
my first experience with Mr. Daniels. Everything then was new, exciting and
intensely pleasurable.  Sex with Bruno felt the same.

I walked Bruno home. By that time several of the neighboring houses were
lit up and Bruno went to see friends. I returned home and went to bed,
dreaming of Bruno.

The next day was Saturday and I slept late.  The doorbell rang at 10:30.  I
through on a robe and went to the door. At first I thought it was Bruno,
but a second or two later he realized this man was a good foot taller.

"Are you Denny?" the man asked in a gruff voice.  I nodded. "Thank you for
helping Bruno," he said. "I'm Buddy, Bruno's friend."  He handed me a large
bouquet of flowers.  "He said you liked pretty things."

"Thank you," I replied, "Come on in, would you like some coffee?"  Buddy
came in and we went to the kitchen.

"It is pretty here," Buddy said.

"How is Bruno?" I asked.

"Sleeping," Buddy replied. "Chuck is with him.  Chuck's a nurse and he
wants to watch him for a while. Bruno's has a hard head, but Chuck's not so
sure it's that hard."

"He was disoriented," I said. "It was a hard hit.  That man was racing
through the intersection."

"Running the light?" Buddy asked.

"That would be my guess.  It was odd.  He was mad Bruno was in his way."  I
made the coffee and we sat at the counter. This was my fist time to look
Buddy over.  The man was huge and bearded. His hair was dark brown, but had
reddish highlights. His face was ruddy, but Buddy's eyes were a pale, clear
blue. Buddy was probably thirty or thirty-five, but the beard gave the
illusion of age.

"Are you boys partners?" I asked.

"Good friends more than partners," he replied. "Bruno's a good friend. We
both come from Roanoke and our families are distantly related."

"Kissing cousins?"

"We don't kiss much," Buddy said. "We've been known to fuck though."

I laughed. "That's more fun than kissing."

"I'm not very kissy-kissy," Buddy said, "but I'm one hell of a fucker.
Bruno gave you good reviews too.  He said you're a sex machine."

"I'm sorry about that," I said.

Buddy laughed. "That was a compliment, not a complaint," he said. "Bruno
likes them big." The coffee was ready and I filled the mugs.  I took it
black. Buddy liked cream and sugar.  We talked for a while, but I could
feel the sexual tension rise.  I sensed Buddy was interested.

The conversation returned to Bruno and to my cock.  Buddy was shy, and not
articulate.  "Are you interested in big cocks?"  I asked.  Buddy looked
relieved.  I broke the ice.

"I've got a big one myself, but have never run into one as big as mine," he
said. "I guess you could say I was curious."

"Curious about what?"

"What does it feel like?" he explained. "I know what I'm feeling, but have
no real idea what my partner's feeling. I've been fucked, but it's never
done for me what it does for Bruno. I figure it has to do with size."

After three orgasms, there was no way I could get it up again. The night
with Bruno was too cum filled for an instant replay. I glanced at Buddy's
crotch. His jeans had the clear outline of a thick piece of meat.  While I
couldn't get it up again, the brain in my cock head had a different idea.
While I talked with Buddy, my robe fell open.

"It's pretty." Buddy said. "Pretty big."

"How big are you?" I asked. Again it was the brain in my cock head doing
the talking.  Buddy stood up, unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down.
He had huge balls and a big cock head, sheathed in a thick foreskin.  There
didn't seem to be much of a shaft.

"It's a grower, not a shower," he said.  I reached over and stroked it. It
was actually heavy. It took two or three stokes to get hard. It was
massive.  It wasn't as long as mine, but was much thicker. His cock head
was the size of an apricot. The skin covered a third of the gland, but was
stretched thin. We went to my bedroom.

I felt a teenager's sexual excitement and drive. I wanted to get in Buddy's
ass. I hadn't been that sexually driven for years. Buddy was just as
excited.  We got naked and went at it. Buddy wasn't what I thought he would
be like was at all.

I expected him to be a "slam-bang, thank you ma'am" guy.  He was a lover
not a fucker. I don't know what happened, but I found myself wanting
Buddy's cock and I wanted it in my ass.  He knew this and he slowly eased
his cock into my ass.

"The mushroom's really big," he whispered. "It may hurt some going in, but
Bruno says it's worth it."  It was. He popped it through my sphincter, then
slid deep. When he got hard, the head crowned a long, thin and curved
shafts. It drove me crazy. When the head rubbed my prostate, I began to
shiver and twitch. I hadn't done that in years. Soon, I was hard as a rock.

When I was hard enough, Buddy pulled out and impaled himself on my cock. I
couldn't believe how fast the big man moved. My cock slid deep in a single
movement.  Buddy's eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned.  He just
sat there, slowly undulating his ass. He was purring like a satisfied
cat. We rolled over, so I could fuck him on his back. This gave me control
and as I deep dicked him, he growled a deep guttural sound.

When I shot off, we traded positions again and he fucked me until he
climaxed. We showered and he went home.  My head was spinning.

I'm no virgin, but it was as if I was discovering sex again for the first
time.  Sex was new and exciting again. I was sixteen again and tasting
cock.  I found myself thinking about Bruno and Buddy all the time, trying
to figure out how to have sex with them again.