Waltham Acres 3
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
After the weekend in the mountains, life seemed quiet back at Waltham Acres. On Tuesday, we had a new man at the gym. He was called the Senator and was a retired. Years earlier, he lost a primary to become a state Senator. He was too reactionary for even rural Virginians. He came with an attendant, a middle-aged Black man. Senator called him boy. His name was Carlton.
A man I had seen around Waltham Acres before came to invite the former Senator to lunch and play golf. This was at private club, not at our nine-hole course. The Senator was dressed for golf, so the visit to the health club was to check it out, not to use it. Carlton was using the machines. His work would resume when the Senator returned from golfing. Junior had finished exercising and had gone to the showers. I went to the locker room.
I was in the shower when Carlton joined Junior and me in the showers. Junior was always semi erect. Carlton noticed and went to the shower head next to Junior. They talked. Both Junior and Carlton firmed up some.
"Are you guys pals," Carlton asked as he looked at me.
"We sure are," Junior said. "Sometimes were more than just pals."
"I have some pals who are more than just pals too. Have you heard that old saying, once you go black, you never go back?" Carlton said as he cupped his balls.
"I've heard it, but I've never been able to check it out," Junior said as he dropped to his knees and sucked Carlton's cock. I was shocked.
"Damn, you're a mind reader," Carlton remarked. Junior was always more perceptive than me. He understood exactly what Carlton meant.
A little later Carlton explained his situation. "The Senator is a loudmouth who comments on every conversation and tries to enrage as many people as he can. He is wealthy and helps reactionary politicians out of scrapes. He can make up the missing money in the campaign till or buy off a hooker. He's had practice solving his own problems."
"I am his keeper. The more time he is away from home the better his wife likes it. It's a shit job, but I get paid well. His wife dislikes him and do his children. Luckily, he gets along with the old drunks at the High Hill Country Club's "Men's Lounge." Everyone there is drunk as a skunk by three thirty in the afternoon. The club had a taxi service to take them him home."
"You have a lot of time on your hands?" Junior asked.
Carlton smiled. "Not today, but I am usually looking for ways to fill the day," he said. Junior knew what that meant.
Two days after or first contact with the Senator and Carlton they were back. Again, the Senator got a call inviting him to lunch and golf. He left leaving Carlton at the health club. They were a strange pair. The Senator was a crude, rude, loudmouth. He gave the impression he barely got through high school.
Carlton was a mellow, polite, soft-spoken, educated man. Junior was well connected with local gossip. Carlton had been the director of nursing at a hospital when his parents got sick. He returned home to nurse them and after they died, he got the job with the Senator. He was almost sixty by then and he didn't want to return to the high-pressure nursing job. His mother had been friends with the Senator's wife Liz. Liz was much admired, an heiress and provided the cash for the Senator's lifestyle.
Carlton was a friendly, affable top. He possessed the almost mythical huge cock associated with Black men. He was mostly a top, but he let his cock do the work for him. Sex was a pleasure for him, not a tool to prove something. He wasn't into pain or domination.
For most men, his cock was a museum exhibit, or a challenge. Carlton got along well with Junior who was a big man too. Neither man felt a need to prove himself or show off. Carlton's cock was a good fit for Junior's ass. It wasn't easy. Junior described it as challenging, but worth it. When it was fully embedded it was comfortable. Carlton found the perfect spot. I sucked his cock and very much enjoyed that, but anal sex with him seemed to be the unreachable dream.
Carlton has two good friends living at Waltham Acres, Dr. William Washington, and Rev. Mosely Green. Dr. Washington was the first Black school principal and was now retired. Rev. Mosley was a preacher at an African Methodist Church. He had a serious stroke and had trouble speaking.
I wasn't used to being with Black people socially although I had good business relationships. I was fair and straight with everyone. That wasn't typical of all white businesses with Black Clients. When Washington came to the exercise area, usually white guys named Buster and Junior were unlikely to become pals, but we got along. Mosley was showering and slipped. Junior caught him in time to keep him from injury.
Mosely was a small man who looked frail. He was in good condition but the aftereffects of his stoke seemed to strike randomly. Junior's father had a stroke, so he had a collection of helpful hints. He took Mosley home and settled him. Junior had a chat with Roger and a few days later additional grab bars were added to the shower.
Apparently, Carlton and Junior had been successfully sampling each other's cock. Junior said Carlton's cock was a treat, and he might try soul food after taking Carlton's load. Carlton was all but rolling on the floor he laughed so hard. Carlton asked if he knew a good bottom, and Junior suggested me.
I was a bit unhappy about that, but a few days later Carlton's monster cock seemed grow more attractive. I also came close to admitting to myself that I was into man sex big time. It wasn't just a casual interest. I also had to admit I like the bottom.
A few days later I was showering with Junior, Carlton, and Mosely. Junior was sucking Mosely. Roger came in and smiled. I will be away this afternoon. Another man was substitute for me. You guys might go to a more private place."
"My place is nearby," Junior said. "If it's okay with Buster, we could relocate there?"
Junior tended to ask questions in a way that you couldn't say no. We relocated to my unit. Mosely went with Junior to his room. I was with Carlton.
"Would you be insulted if I said that Junior told me you are a bottom?"
"Maybe a little insulted. Mostly because it's true," I said. "I have to admit I enjoy being fucked. Junior's is the biggest cock I have taken."
"You are curious?" Carlton asked.
"I am embarrassed to admit that" I said.
Carlton smiled and said, "I am curious too. Junior told me you like to have a guy shoot off in you." I nodded. Carlton smiled.
I wasn't sure what I what getting into, but since Junior was in the next room, I was okay. As it turned out, Carlton and I were nice guys with overactive sex drives. Carlton's sex dive matched mine. I discovered he was taking his time opening my ass, finding the good spots, massaging them, and eventually using his sperm as a soothing salve. His first efforts were good, and I knew it would only get better with repetition. Carlton knew it too. Apparently, he hadn't unloaded in an ass in years. The load of sperm in my ass was the icing on the sexual cake for him. That was good for me too. Junior, Mosely, Carlton, and I were a good group. When they went home, Junior had an extended and enjoyable interlude in my ass.
His cock was a bit smaller than Carlton's tool, but his cock head was larger. It snowplowed Carlton's sperm deeper into me. When he pulled out, he suctioned some of the cream with it. I seemed as if he was churning it into sperm butter. He told me this was his first time in a cum filled ass in years, and it was beautiful. My ass was relaxed, and I just went with the flow. I did tighten my sphincter as his knob passed through it. Junior appreciated that.
"You know I want to shoot off in you?" Junior said.
"That's fine, but you don't need to rush it," I said.
Junior laughed. "I had a friend years ago who though that gay sex was like playing with a loaded gun. It was fun, but you knew it was going to end with a bang," he said. "I shot off earlier in Mosely. It might not be strong enough to feel this time."
"Did Mosely feel it?" I asked.
"He did and he told me it brought back fond memories," Junior replied. "He told me that when he had his stroke, a member of the congregation when to his house and found an old stash of Playgirl magazines. They fired him. He had a second stroke."
"Did he have any trouble taking your cock?" I asked.
Junior laughed. "Mosely told me I was good for a white guy. He then was afraid he had offended me. I told him good for a white guy was good for me. That was when I shot off in him. He loved that. He told me it was almost as if Tyrone was alive again. Tyrone had been his lover.
An hour later I realized we were both getting older. Junior and I had a nap. Apparently two loads in your ass acts as a sleeping pill.
Junior and were involved with a group that developed affordable housing. Technically were called senior advisors. The group attracted some volunteers who were sincere and well meaning. Some seemed to believe that well- meaning was more important than knowledge or skills in the construction trades. I can definatly say that not everyone can get a nail into lumber straight. No one is born knowing the building code and they are not so smart that they can pick and choose which parts of the code are unimportant and do not need to be obeyed.
Junior and I were good at finding easy solutions for difficult problems. We worked with the architects and contractors to solve problems. A minor architectural change can solve a problem. We have been around, and strange things can happen. We both had new employees who didn't know what they didn't know. The smart ones would fix it once they knew what they had done. The stupid men quit. Both ways worked.
We would be called in to advise once every week or two. The situation changed when the mayor had a feud with the Chief Building Inspector. The mayor wanted to speed up the inspections and cut staff. The staff cuts were combined with eliminating overtime. This caused mass resignations, and inspection ground to a halt. The mayor left town for a much-needed European vacation. It was a mess.
The acting building inspector, a 30-year-old guy named Steve Jones hired us to fill the gap. We were Adjunct Inspectors. Steve was smart but inexperienced. He had one important characteristic. He knew he didn't know much. He was willing to ask for help. We were classic old codgers telling him the way it used to be. Steve was also a diplomat. He didn't offend people.
We had some late nights at my apartment. Roger dropped in one night to tell us the hot water heater was not working. The exercise rooms would be closed. He was surprised to see Steve there. I am not a psychic, but I knew they were acquainted. Roger returned to the exercise room waiting for the plumber to arrive. "Roger is a nice guy. He's a lot of fun," Junior said.
"You take classes from him?" Steve asked.
"Once and a while," Junior replied. "We run into him in the showers." Junior paused and then added, "As I said he's a lot of fun."
Steve readjusted his balls. He understood. We completed our work, and he went home. I had the feeling he would be back.
A few days later Roger told me that Steve was into daddies. "I'm forty and he thinks I'm a fucking daddy!" he explained. "When he realized you and I were pals, he put one and one together that you guys might be the mother-load of daddies."
"Is he experienced at all?" I asked.
"No, he still has the training-wheels on," Roger said. "Two weeks ago, I shot off in his mouth by accident. He was shocked at first, but later he was trying to suck my balls out through my cock. He's had some one-night stands, but he wants more."
"Does he want a partner?" I asked.
"That might be too much for him. He's incredibly conventional," Roger said. "I think mature men with benefits would be just right for him."
"I was hoping that you thought that Junior and I were too settled for a young playmate," I said. Roger laughed.
Steve called with a new set of problems. He had a late meeting but wondered if we could help him out around eight that evening. I told him it would be fine. He arrived at eight on the dot. Steve was knowledgeable about building, but not about the electrical or plumbing systems. The problems were comparatively minor. We had most of the answers and told him what phrases to use to sound convincing. He had two more major problems and we told him to recommend an engineer to solve the problem.
When we had the work part of the meeting over, Junior went to get a beer and asked if we wanted one. We said yes. I am not positive that Steve was capable of relaxing completely, but the beer help some. He had to take a leak. And discovered the oversized bath and shower. He was impressed.
Buster and I often shower together. it conserves water," Junior said.
"My apartment is old, and the shower is okay, only if no one else in the apartment house is using the water," Steve said. he didn't know what to say next.
"If you want a real shower, you could join us," I said. Steve looked relieved.
"We should be straight with you," Junior said. "If you are a virgin when you get in the shower, you might not be a virgin when you leave." I thought that was too direct. Junior was a good judge of character. Steve would have been offended if he thought we were tricking him.
"I was hoping for that. I'm not a virgin, but I'm not too experienced," Steve said.
"Would you be offended if Buster and I had a fight over who gets to eat your cum?" Junior asked.
Steve smiled and said, "I think I assure you that will not be a problem."
Steve was better looking naked than dressed. He tried to hide his erection with his hand.
Junior was fully erect. "If you want to hide an erection, why don't you try to hide mine?" he asked Steve. When Steve focused on Junior's cock he forgot about his own erect cock.
"It's huge!" Steve said as he reached over and touched it. "It's beautiful."
"Some men think it tastes better than it looks," I said. "You know what to do with a cock, don't you?" Steve dropped to his knees. He stuck out his tongue and caressed Junior's knob. That was a success and soon his lips enveloped the entire cock head.
He looked up at Junior's face, asking, "Am I doing it right?"
"You sure are," Junior replied. "We don't know each other well, but I know we are going to know each other intimately. I suspect you had all sorts of thoughts and desires that you hide from everyone you know. Buster and I have the same secrets, desires, and urges. We share them with you. You don't need to hide them. You may think they are dirty and sinful. They are the most exciting and pleasurable things men cam do. Relax and enjoy."
"What if I shoot off?" he asked.
"I promise that Junior and I will not get hurt fighting over your cum," I said. Steve laughed. That was a good sign. The enjoyment of sex with a man was overcoming his puritanical upbringing.
Things only got better. Steve was timid, but ripe. He was both afraid of sex with men, and desperately wanted it. Steve was on the bed. Junior straddled his head and fed him his monster cock. Steve had no problem taking it. His cock was rock hard and sticking straight up.
This inspired me and I straddled Steve's cock and sat on it. I lubricate my ass before any potential sexual event. It was a good fit, and I bounced a little. Junior knew something was going on, and he pulled away from Steve so he could see me. Steve cock was big, but I could use my anus and sphincter to play with it.
"It's too much!" Steve cried. "I'm going to shoot!" I figured that a good orgasm in a tight ass would make clear the joys of man sex, so I continued to bounce. Maybe a minute later Steve began the joyful transfer of his sperm into my welcoming ass.
Steve was moaning. "Your ass was so soft, but tight," he whispered after he caught his breath. "Are you okay?"
"I'm more than okay," I said. Junior returned his cock to Steve's mouth and he both sucked it and took the remains of his load. I kissed Steve. Steve was tired and he went home.
Before he left, he asked, "Does this mean I need to take your loads?"
"You don't need to do anything, but if you feel the urge, give us a call," Junior said.
"To tell you the truth, if you feel anything resembling an urge, give us a call," I added. Steve smiled.