Waltham Acres Exercise and Health Club. By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to winarch47@yahoo.com
Waltham Acres is a seniors only facility near the Blue Ridge mountains in Virginia. It provided a variety of housing types for older persons. You can opt for dining room service if you didn't want to cook. The Exercise Club is large and well equipped. I always thought it was mostly a sales feature. It was mostly a women's club, where widows could chat as the lounged around the pool. It also has a nine-hole golf course next to the exercise facility.
After you moved to Waltham, you soon noticed the male population tended to drop. Men tend to die younger than women, so the owners tended to focus on women. This was logical and simply reflected reality.
I am Ronald Smith, but I was always called Buddy. My wife died ten years earlier, and my children moved me to Waltham, when living in a big house had become a chore. I went to the Club every day just to do something. I sort of exercised. The Club had a locker room with a shower. I visited the locker room to take a piss. I suspected my urinary system was older than the rest of me.
I periodically saw a man named Junior showering. As a nickname, Buddy isn't ideal, but it's a lot better than Junior when you reach the "Golden Years." I was an electrician and had a successful electrical firm that my son runs now. Buster Smith is an okay name in that line of work.
I talked with Junior who said he used the locker room shower because it had real hot water. All the units had reduced the temperatures to safe levels so no one would get burned. Junior had been a plumber and looked look like a troll. He was short, stocky, and hairy. I happened to notice he had an impressive cock and low hanging balls.
Junior had a good sense of humor and had a distinctive view of life. Plumbers see the world in a different way. He was the sort of man other men like. Another man came to the lockers at about same time, Dunstan. He was tall, and handsome with a muscular body and manscaped body hair. He looked like a male model. When he opened his mouth, he would have made Devine seem macho. He had been the creative director for a large advertising agency.
His chest hair was arranged to hide a massive scar. He had open heart surgery. The doctor told him that if he didn't quit his high stress job, he would be dead in a year. Apparently, he had inherited a lot of money from his late partner, but his own salary had been based on the income from his clients' fees. He was loaded.
He told us that he always wore a jock to keep his cock from dragging on the floor. Dunstan and Junior had a sense of humor that unexpectedly matched. Both were quick witted, imaginative, and clever. I seemed to function as a straight man. Dunstan would tell a story that you were sure would have a pornographic punch line but turned out to completely innocent. You laughed at the joke and your own dirty mind.
Somehow the relationship became sexual. When I say sexual, it was recreational sex, not romantic sex. It just happened. I had a typical sex life with my wife. When she died, I encountered a number of widows who though I was a catch, but no one connected.
I now realize that gay men often start with just sex, and eventually it becomes emotional, and sometimes romantic. For some women, sex is the culmination of the relationship, not the beginning. I had a wife and kids. I didn't need to do that a second time. I had no idea about gay sex. I knew it existed, but my life had been busy, and I had been fully occupied. I had been working since graduating from high school with my job, and family. That was enough for me.
I was in the locker room showering when Dunstan joined me in. We were talking and for some reason his cock began to firm up. I am a normal man, so my cock did the same. I don't know if my cock was just being polite, or if a semi-erect cock is just inspirational.
Dunstan stepped closer, dropped to his knees, and began to suck my cock. I had no idea what to do, but apparently moving away from him didn't occur to me. I just stood there, and my cock got harder. I am not familiar with gay sex, but I realized staying there and getting harder was not expressing a definite no.
It was a new sensation for me. I was uneasy, but it definatly was not a negative sensation. I assumed Dunstan was a skilled cock sucker. It was pleasurable for me and soon became much more than just pleasurable.
"I'm going to shoot off," I murmured.
"That why I'm here," Dunstan said. He immediately returned to my cock in time to take the first squirt, and all the following squirts. He sucked me until I was soft again.
He stood and asked, "Do I need to apologize, Buster? I got carried away."
"I really don't know, but I'm pretty sure you don't need to apologize," I said. "I didn't expect that. I've never been sucked off."
"I got carried away. This may sound silly, but when you got hard, your cock looked like my late partner, Louis' cock," Dunstan said. "It was good for me. Your cum even tastes like his."
I finished my shower and went to my cottage. I had dinner in the Club restaurant with Junior. He was cheerful and entertaining as always. He came back to my Cottage. The restaurant didn't serve any alcohol and he wanted a beer. We chatted for a while, and then he said he ran into Dunstan. I told him I had run into him at the Club that morning.
"Dunstan told me that. He thought he might have invaded your privacy." Junior told me.
"It was a surprise, but all is well," I said.
Junior laughed and said, "He invaded my privacy too. It was more than just well for me. It was damn good. I hadn't done anything like that since I was on the wrestling team in school."
"It was punishment for loosing?" I asked.
"Sort off," he replied. "You tended to lose with guys you liked."
"Did you lose often?"
"Only to Matt Green," Junior said. "I had the hots for him before I discovered girls. We got along well. It was a lot of fun. Dunstan is a lot of fun too. You may have noticed my elegant appearance and svelte body inspires a lot of lust. I usually carry a club to beat off the widows after my bod."
"Dunstan is better than a widow?" I asked.
"I really like Dunstan. He's always in heat and willing to please," Junior said. "I am embarrassed to say this, but I like him as a playmate and a friend."
I thought about that for the next few days. I guessed that Dunstan was okay. My grandson was having his 14th birthday that weekend, so I went to see the family. After a long, busy, and loud weekend, I drove back to Waltham Acres enjoying the quiet. I was thinking I might enjoy Dunstan too.
Roger Rabbit ran the exercise area. The Rabbit was a joke name giving to him by the residents because he was so energetic. He gave a few classes, but he was mainly there to help and residents who overdid it or had a physical problem. The ladies loved him as a decorative accessory. It was a low-key job that paid well and required little effort. He was always polite and helpful.
He looked good but wasn't much otherwise. I was there when one of the ladies passed out while swimming. Roger took control of the situation called the rescue squad as he resuscitated her. He was impressive, and I understood why he was working here. Saving one life goes a long way to making up for his lackluster approach to exercise.
A week later I was showering with Junior and Dunstan in a tight little cluster when Roger came in the shower. We saw him and broke apart. Roger came over to us and asked, "Do you mind if we make this a foursome?"
"Of course, do join us," Dunstan said. "We are all fully loaded, so we can offer you three flavors of homemade cream."
Roger was not shy, and this wasn't his first experience on man-to-man sex. It turned out that Roger was a much more pleasant man when there was a cock in his mouth. I later found out he was a joy to be with when there was a cock in his ass. He drained my balls as Dunstan drained Junior.
"Do you guys do this regularly or is this a single shot event?" Roger asked.
"Well, I would say this is a single event," Junior said. "You may have noticed my cock is still hard. I think it has a different opinion."
We all laughed and went off, but I had a feeling that there were four cocks in the group that were doing some serious thinking. Late that day Junior and I had a talk. I told him that I wasn't gay, but I seemed to like gay sex.
I was surprised when he did not burst out laughing or make a comic comment. "Buddy, when I told you about wrestling with Matt Green it wasn't love. It was play with the added attraction of an orgasm. I did feel something when he was shooting-off in me, but I'm fairly sure it wasn't love. I felt close in a way I hadn't felt before," Junior said. "It was good, but not love."
"Was it good enough to do with a different cast of characters?" I asked.
"It definatly was," Junior replied. "I'm an old guy now. It's hard to recover those old feelings. I would sure like to give it a try."
"I had almost forgotten I liked sex," I said. "This is different, but I remember how good it was. I guess you don't need to worry about making babies."
Junior smiled. "I wasn't worried about making babies, but the girls I dated had very strong opinions on the subject."
"If I get to make your babies, we can get a made for tv special!" I said. We didn't say it, but I knew we would be sexually engaged with Roger and Dunstan in the near future.
The near future was three days away. Junior lived in a two-room apartment in a twenty-unit building. The woman who lived in the apartment below him decided to have dinner at 2:00 AM. She then decided to go to bed since it was late. Her dinner was left on a hot plate until the fire alarms went off. It didn't wake her. She survived. The hot plate had been beside curtains that carried the fire directly to his floor. Junior's apartment was severely damaged, both by the fire and the firemen who had to find the fire in his floor structure. The fire department was afraid the fire would get into the roof structure, so his apartment almost became an aquarium.
Junior was strong as a horse, and he carried three residents to safety. He impressed the fire men when they arrived. His picture was in the paper as he carried a man to safety. He was interviewed a tv reporter and came across as a modest, brave man.
Almost everything in his apartment was burned, smoke damaged or water damaged. He came home with me. I had heard the phrase that someone had lost everything in a fire. Losing everything is total. Junior was not a standard size. He escaped wearing loafers and a pajama bottom. I went to the nearest big box store and bought anything in his size. The clothes were a hit. My late wife called my style "serviceable." When I went off to work, she was known to ask what I was thinking of and make me change. Junior seemed to think I was a style icon.
My cottage had a spare bedroom, and Junior took it. He became a permanent house guest. Bobby Bain, the TV reporter and weekend weatherman took a shine to Junior. Bobby was a blond, bland, thirty-two-year-old man. When he met Junior, he discovered a man who could win a Man Who looks Like Bigfoot contest.
Bobby Bain's grandmother lived at Waltham Acres. She was in one of the cottages, and she was having memory problems. Living with someone tends to help them cope and her family got Bobby to move in. His salary from the TV station was modest.
He had access to all the developments facilities. Junior mentioned he exercised and showered at the exercise facility almost every morning. I was not surprised that Bobby showed up the next Monday. In the showers I realized that while Bobby had seen Junior shirtless at the fire interview, there is a world of difference between shirtless and nude.
Junior knew that too. He wasn't erect, but his cock was firm. Bobby noticed and he was soon well beyond firm.
Junior looked at the cock and smiled. "You might not know this looking at Buster and me, that we are open minded men," Junior said. "We like to have a little fun once and a while."
Bobby smiled and said, "There is nothing little about having fun with you."
Junior adjusted his cock and pulled the foreskin back on his knob. Bobby dropped to his knees and began to suck. It was a good morning.
A few days later Bobby came by when Junior was out.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, he apologized for sucking Junior. "Was I trespassing? Is Junior your partner?" he asked.
"The short answer is no and no. We are just friends who don't mind playing around some," I said.
"I don't know why Junior turns me on so much," Bobby said. "I've never been with a man that old."
"I've noticed that Junior has a double dose of manly features. If he had even a small dose of elegance or grace it might be different," I said. "He is 100% masculine without being handsome." We talked a while and I think Bobby began to understand things.
I sympathized with Bobby. I was getting far more sexually involved with men without intending to get involved. I didn't feel like I was gay unless I was naked with gay men. I was honest enough with myself to admit I enjoyed sex with them. I also realized I had felt a sexual intensity I had never experienced before.
I knew that Bobby and Roger were sexually experienced. Junior, Dunstan, and I were less experienced. Junior and Dunstan were eager to become more experienced. I was timid. I slept badly that night. When I woke, I realized I was worried about a non-problem. Essentially, I was afraid I was enjoying myself too much. I wasn't taking advantage of anyone, and my friends seem to like it as much as I did. The only problem was sperm dripping on the sheets. No one was hurt or insulted.
Junior wanted to have a little get together, and my cottage was the most convenient. My cottage was in the back of the development facing a wooded area. The was to have been a cluster of cottages, but when the developer decided to provide more apartments, they gave up the rest of the units. My unit had been designed for wheelchairs, so the walk in bath was huge.
Junior made up the guest list. It included Dunstan, Bobby, and Roger. Roger had a friend he said would fit in well. It was Miller, the head grounds man. With Junior and me, it was six men. The party was on Monday which was the quietest day of the week for us.
Miller kept the grounds immaculate, but he seemed to be permanently covered in dirt. When I met him at the door, I hardly recognized him. He cleaned up well. He knew Junior so Junior took him under his wing. Bobby, and Dunstan arrived together.
Junior and Bobby were the first to undress, and nudity seemed to relax everyone.
"Guys, you all know why we're here. I'm not a shy guy. If you are shy, just pretend you are not shy." Junior said. "Let's go with the Star Trek motto, let's go where no man had gone before!" The men laughed. "By the way, Junior added, "It is okay to be interested in a guy's cock." The men laughed again.
There were enough men who were not shy to get things off to a good start. Dunstan got along well with Miller. Dunstan had been a gardener and he admired Miller's work. Miller's cock vanished down Dunstan's throat. When the cock re-appeared, it was more impressive.
When Dunstan switched to sucking my cock, I began sucking Miller's tool. His cock seemed still bigger in my mouth than I had thought. A minute or two later I tasted his precum. He was excited and tasting his ooze. It was exciting to taste the cock ooze of a man I hardly knew.
We took a breather ten minutes later. "You were getting me real close to shooting," Miller said in a whisper. "I was afraid I was going to shoot off."
"That why we are here," I said.
"I mean I was going to shoot in your mouth," he said.
"That would be fine with me," I said.
"You would take it?" he asked. "Do you like the stuff?"
"Sometimes it's good," I replied. "I have a feeling I would like yours. You can relax and just let things flow." I returned to sucking him and a little later his man seed flooded my mouth. I took every drop. When I got up, he was asleep.
I was surprised that when I pulled away from Miller, Dunstan kissed me. He wanted to taste and share Miller's sperm. That was odd, but it turned into good. I was relieved to find that I wasn't the only one who found fresh sperm to be a turn on.
Bobby was sucking Junior. I scooted over and slipped under Bobby so I could suck his cock. A little later we shifted so Junior's cock could enter Bobby's ass. I watched Bobby's expression as Junior's thick cock stretched and penetrated his ass. It was tight but Bobby didn't give any sign that the huge cock was unwelcome. I had no idea what he was feeling, but I suspected I would know soon.
An hour later everyone was relaxed and involved. I was an uptight guy who was dipping his toe into gay sex pool. I realized we all shares similar interests and urges. The guys opened up to new experiences. Bobby told me a pal's sperm tasted better than a stranger's cream.