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Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2022 19:45:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Robert Winthrop <winarch47@yahoo.com>
Subject: Custard's Last Stand 2

Custard's Last Stand 2

Bald Hairy Man

This is pure fantasy. If you are offended by stories about gay men and gay
sex, or if you are under age, DO NOT READ IT. It is not a guide to safe
sexual techniques. It does not depict real men, or real situations. It does
not depict necessary safe sex practices. Fantasy characters can do anything
they want, real men can not!

Three months after uncle Joe died, I realized that my life had completely
changed. Change can be for the better of for the worse. I was running
Custard's Last Stand the exact same way Uncle Joe did. I knew enough about
business to know that would be fine for the short term. I also knew that
when a business atrophies, it will die.

I also realized dealing with my day to day life was different without mom
and dad doing house cleaning, cooking and daily chores. I needed to take my
house seriously. I had inherited many of uncle Joe's gay friends, but I
hadn't met many men who were both my age and gay.

Spiros was helpful with my business problems and my day to day life
problems. Joe was an out going, imaginative man. I am not. Spiros knew
people who could help me. He introduced me to his nephew, Alex. Alex was
technically a great-nephew. He was a pastry and desert cook for a large
hotel.  The hotel had just been sold, and was replacing the staff with
lower wage, inexpensive, and inexperienced people. The writing was on the
wall for Alex.

"Alex is imaginative," Spiros explained. "He can help freshen up your
menu."

I hired him, and Alex was as advertised. He was imaginative and
skilled. While pastry was his main skill, he was good with
sandwiches. While children love our menu, he thought we should do something
for the parents. He had a way with combining vegetables, fruits and herbs
as a garnish for very lean meat. The result was a sandwich which tasted
great and was low calorie.

We created "Trial Wednesdays" so our customers could try out the new menu
items. We would cycle through previous trial items, and have one new
creation once a month. These were very popular.  We were a small
operation. The big operations might introduce a new menu item every year or
two. Alex was imaginative and fast.

I came up with what turned out to be a publicity gold mine. We had many of
our customers e-mails, since we also provide delivery services. If the new
trial sandwich was not up to standards, I sent an e-mail saying that our
Trial Wednesday sandwich was not ready for prime time, and we would
substitute a previously popular item. Our customers responded well to our
truth in advertising effort.

With the new menu items, we increased our catering business. A bakery
nearby closed. I bought the building and it's equipment to take care of the
catering.

In the spring, Dennis of Dents-R-Us called me and said he was having a
little party at his fishing camp and invited me to attend. He said I had
met many of the guests, but there were enough new men to add to the
excitement.  Of course I said I would attend.

A few days later Sonny of Sunshine Florists called me and offered to give
me a ride. "Dennis' fishing camp is difficult to find," Sonny explained.
"It is ten miles west of downtown nowhere." I said I would like that. He
picked me up at 9:30 Saturday morning. The camp was about thirty miles
away, but the trip involved many turns. First we turned onto a gravel road
and onto an unpaved road that was little more than a track through a thick
forest. We got to the cabin around 11:00. The cabin sat in a thick,
forested area next to the ruins of a former mill. The mill dam and pond
survived. The pond was crystal clear, and you could see fish swimming in
the water.

The fishing camp building incorporated some remains of what had been the
miller's house. It was rustic, but when I went inside it was fully restored
and well furnished. Dennis of Dents Are Us, and his pal Dallas greeted
us. Ruben the guy the city crew was there with two pals, Matt and Doofus.

Fifteen minutes later another car arrived with Willard, Spiros, Alex and a
young guy named Travis. I was surprised Alex was there.

We had lunch of burgers and hot dogs. I sat next to Spiros and Alex. Alex
told me that he didn't know we shared the same interests. He didn't want to
screw up our working relationship. I told him I understood that. By then
some of the men were stripping and one of two were naked.

"I have a suggestion for you," Spiros said "Why don't you let nature take
it's course today, and then have amnesia Monday morning?"

"Do you think that would work," Alex asked.

"Well, it may or may not work, but it's only for one day," Spiros
said. "The earth will not fall out of it's orbit whatever you do!" I wasn't
sure that was a good idea, but it turned out to work well. We had no
problem avoiding sex or any suggestion of sex at the office.

Travis and Alex were old sex buddies for high school. They they were
friends and sex buddies, no more and no less than that. Ruben had a similar
relationship with his pals. The party provided variety.

Travis came over to me and whispered, "Things are real open here. Is
everyone into it?"

"They are and most are into it big time," I said.

"It seems so public," he said.

"Everyone here is interested in the same thing, sex with men. If you ask, I
would bet everything you have ever dreamed about is possible here. We're
all men, all gay, and all willing. They have been sucking and fucking for
years. They know what to do and how to have fun," I said. "If you are
uneasy or worried, just say it. Everyone has their own likes and dislikes."

"Will I offend them if I don't fit in?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "They know you don't hit a home run every time you are up
to bat. There are a lot of men here. All are into it. No one will be
lonely."

Travis smiled. He noticed that Ruben was looking him over. Ruben came over
to us.

"Joey, can you introduce me to your new friend?" Ruben asked.

"This is Travis, he is a pal of Alex, my new chef," I said. "He's new to
the scene."

"It may not look like it, but just think of this as your Sunday School
annual picnic. We are a friendly and playful group," Ruben said.

"I think my church may be a bit more conservative than yours," Travis
said. He was smiling.

"Probably, but you must admit that there are few picnics that wouldn't be
improved by nudity combined with a few orgasms?" Ruben replied.

Travis laughed and said, "I'm not too sure that nudity would help a
Southern Baptist picnic." Travis soon discovered that he had no problem
with a naked party.

Alex and I went over to Matt and Doofus.

"I'm Joey, my friend is Alex.  I run Custard's Last Stand. Alex is my
sandwich guy," I said.

"I come from a 100% peanut butter on white bread background," Matt said. "I
had no idea a sandwich could have taste until I found the Last Stand."

"If my mama could have used spray on peanut butter, she would have used
it," Doofus said.

"It didn't seem to stunt your growth," Alex said. Doofus was over six feet
tall, muscular, tanned and bald. He had blond, almost white hair. If the
sun was right you could see he had a hairy chest, but the almost white hair
was had to see.

"My Grandpa was a good fisherman and hunter. He told us it was road kill. I
was ten when I realized fish are rarely road kill," Doofus explained. "Mom
wasn't much into education. That's why I'm the Ditch-Digger-in-Chief in the
city crew."

Matt gave Doofus a look. "Doofus gave himself that title. It's not on his
business card," Matt said.

"What is your title?" Alex asked Matt.

"Well, I wanted to be the chairman of the Ditch Digger board of directors,
but I settled for foreman," Matt said.

"Tasteful, but not pretentious," Alex said.

"What's your title?" Doofus asked Alex. Alex looked at me.

"We call him the best fucking cook we have," I said. We all laughed.

"I would love to find out if fucking is an honorary title, or he he earned
that title," Doofus asked.

"Well, if you bend over and spread your ass cheeks, you might just find
out," Alex said.

"Shit Matt, did you tell him a cock up my ass is the best path to my
heart?" Doofus asked. We all laughed.  I didn't know Doofus, but he turned
out to be a bottom, and Alex was a wet dream come to life for him. They got
alone very well.

I was standing next to Matt. He looked at me and said, "I'm a top."

"This might just be your lucky day," I said. Matt was five-feet six-inches
of muscle. He had black hair, a crew cut and a hairy chest with a treasure
trail to his thick bush. His uncut cock was peaking out. I figured that
playing hard to get was not an option, so I dropped to my knees and went
for his cock. By the time I dropped to my knees, his cock had begun to
grow.

He must have showered that morning. I could smell ivory soap. Uncle Joe
used Ivory and disliked scented soaps. My Mom gave him fancy soaps for
Christmas. He was always polite, but when I got older he told me he gave
them away. "I'm not advertising some designer soap," he explained. I never
had sex with my uncle, but the scent of my uncle added something familiar
to Matt's cock.

Matt was excited. Dennis was the perfect host, so tubes of lubricant and
little bottles of poppers were scattered around the room. It was warm
outside, but it was the mosquito season so we stayed inside the airy
room. Matt told me he was hot to trot and asked if was too early to fuck. I
told him I didn't know it could be too early to fuck. I asked if he wanted
to breed me. He nodded.

"I like to shoot off in a nice warm ass," he said. "Not everyone likes
that."

I told him it definitely wasn't too early to fuck and I knew sometimes a
guy gets carried away when his cock is in a friendly, warm place. I assumed
he was ready to go and we would have a quick session.

I was wrong about that. He liked long sessions that gave him time to
explore my ass and me. He wanted to to find my hot spots. Mat had a fat,
six-inch cock and it was almost as if he was searching for a good spot to
deposit his sperm. His cock was a tool for exploration. My ass was
uncharted territory, but the thickest part of his cock was next to my
prostate. All was well.

Doofus and Alex hit it off. Doofus shot off quickly, while Alex was
pounding him. Alex pulled out and joined Matt and me. I was surprised when
Matt pulled out of me and Alex filled my vacant ass with his cock. Alex's
cock was thinner and longer than Matt's cock, so it was a very different
experience for me. I realized that Alex was not as virginal as I had
thought. His cock wasn't callused from over use, but he knew his way around
a man's anatomy.

Soon Doofus, Matt, Alex and I played a game of musical cocks. Each man took
his turn. I had seen some porn videos of gang bangs. This was not a series
of men mechanically pounding my ass until they shot off. They weren't
rivals racing to have the first orgasm. They were friends sharing another
friend's ass.

Each if them had his own technique and approach to fucking. I was not a
nameless bottom. Each man had his own personal fucking and ejaculation
style.  Doofus' cock exploded and the individual ejaculations seem to
merge. Alex's ejaculations were spaced. I would think he was finished and
another huge spurt would surprise me.  Matt had a quick series of
ejaculations, but he enjoyed the feel of man seed against his cock in my
tight ass.

Matt was the last man to fuck me in the afternoon. I was tired and fell
asleep. I had a dream that they and several other men revisited my ass. I
couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality. I wondered if I should wake and
find out what was happening. Even asleep I decided that it felt so good, I
didn't care. It was good as a fantasy or reality.

We had a late dinner at eight. The food was fresh caught fish from the mill
pond and local vegetables. After dinner, it seemed that the afternoons
sexual romp had been more than satisfactory. Everyone was mellow and needed
to recharge. We talked. Dennis and Dallas told us of their adventures in
Dent repair. They could have been the featured act in a Comedy Club. Their
explanations of how their customers explained the dents were as funny as
they were improbable. One man claimed that his wife moved the driveway.

Matt, Ruben and Doofus had similar stories about ditch digging. Doofus had
to save a man who insisted that explosives were the best way to dig a
hole. He thought hand digging was too slow. At night he planted
explosives. The hole was four feet from a school classroom. When the man
set off the explosives, he and a portion of the classroom were in the
crater.

"Tragically, the man lived," Doofus added. "I dug like a madman to get to
him, and he was pissed. He claimed I dug the original hole incorrectly. He
tired to sue the city. He didn't get too far with that. He accidentally
killed himself a few years later. Let me give you some advice. Making bombs
and explosives is a poor choice for a hobby."

"Thank you for that information," I said. "I was wavering between two
hobbies, stamp collecting and bomb making. I think I will collect stamps!"

"I was going to become a collector of snake venom or getting into modern
dance," Dallas said. "Any advice, Doofus?"

"Follow your heart!" he replied. "I thought about dance, but I'm afraid
wearing construction boots would drown out the music."

By then it was getting late. The cottage only had two bedrooms. I opted for
the inflatable mattress on the floor. I fell asleep immediately.

When I woke at six the next morning, Dallas was on one side of me, and Alex
was on the other. Eventually I was the filling in a fuck sandwich. Alex was
fucking me as Dallas and I sixty-nined. It was a purely recreational
event. Of course we all got a bit emotional during orgasms. Orgasms were
intense and loving. It is hard to inject your man seed into another man's
ass and maintain emotional distance. Those feelings lasted as long as the
ejaculations.

As Alex had his final ejaculation, the excited passion vanished. I used my
sphincter to milk the last drops of sperm from his cock.

"You took every drop?" he asked.

"Would you be insulted if I told you I fell in love, when you began to
shoot, but I fell out of love when you pulled out of my ass?"

Alex laughed, "I was a worried when I began to shoot off. I was afraid it
was too much. That faded too."

"There is some cum dribbling from Joey's ass," Dallas said. "Would either
of you guys mind if I licked it up?"

"It's all yours," I said. "Alex's cum has done all it can do for me."

I was on my back. Dallas lifted my legs and spread them so my hole was
accessible. Second later his tongue was in my ass. What happened next would
be best described as tongue fucking. Dallas pushed his tongue in as far as
he could and when he pulled out he suctioned Alex's cum from my ass.

"Damn!" Dallas exclaimed. "As far as I can tell, no sperm was damaged in
your orgasm, Alex. They are in perfect condition." Alex and I laughed. That
relaxed me and my asshole. Dallas' tongue was ready to lap up the remains.

"You like the taste of used cum?" Alex asked.

"I think of it as vintage sperm," Dallas explained. "I discovered it after
I shot off in Dennis. It had been so good, I wanted more. Eating your own
cum from your pal's ass was an incredible turn on."

"That's how you discovered recycled cum?" Alex asked.

"I'm an environmentalist at heart," Dallas replied. We all laughed.

We had a good breakfast. Dennis had to visit his parents that afternoon so
we went home. I tend to worry and I was afraid my relationship to Alex
would change. That was not a problem. We were entirely professional at
work.

A few weeks later Spiros came by my house. I asked him if he had talked
with Alex about the party. He said he had and all was well. "I had a good
relation ship with your uncle. It might be more correct I had two good
relationships. In business affairs we were one hundred per-cent
professional.  When we were having sex it was one hundred per-cent
sexual. Hot and heavy sex did not effect our professional connection."

"Was that difficult?" I asked.

"Your uncle and I were similar in many ways. We are one hundred percent
into what we were doing. You can't judge what a new product tastes like,
when you are squirming in pleasure as your pal is fucking you," He
explained. "A taste test is impossible when you are fucking the man who
came up with the dish."

"I like the sandwich, but it could use more lube," I suggested. Spiros was
most rolling on the floor in laughter after that comment.