Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2024 16:53:17 +0000 (UTC) From: Robert Winthrop Subject: The Block The Block Bald Hairy Man This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, 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. . In the movies and on television gay men are often portrayed as flamboyant, extravagant stereotypes. The media tends to focus on extremes. Some of this is for dramatic effect, but it produces incorrect images. American Indians were typically shone as violence prone savages, and Black people were happy-go-lucky clowns, or criminals. I am Willy Williams. I am professionally known as Dr. Williams, M.D, and PhD. My practice deals with men who have sexual hangups. Of course, in the media I would be dealing with sex crazed, psychotic monsters. Mostly I deal with men who are unhappy or confused. Many, if not most are gay and are closet cases. They are conventional men with conventional jobs who happen to be sexually interested in men. Some lived alone, some had unhappy marriages, and some had gal pals. Many were nonsexual gay men. They were not attracted to women but were afraid of sexually connecting with men. They were between a rock and a hard place. I eventually came to think for many men it would be better if the hard place were attached to another man. I had an office on the second floor of the Professional Building in Yorkville, Pennsylvania. There was a civil engineering operation and two tax preparers on my floor of the building. My office was between Martin Engineering and Top Tax Man, Inc. Martin was a branch of a larger company. It has one man in the office, Marty Rowe. He was a construction inspector who mostly took care of sewage treatment plants. The Top Tax Man, Tony came to your house, or office to do taxes. They were out of the office most of the day. I had the floor to myself between nice in the morning and five in the afternoon. We had our own entrance from the side. The first floor of the building housed an employment agency. It was a large operation, and the owners, Kathy and Milly sent many men to see me. They had a knack for identifying depressed gay men. Kathy's husband committed suicide. Our building was a block to the north of Mill Street. It was now called the Block. It had been an industrial area filled with mills, warehouses, and small factories. The buildings were now apartments, restaurants, and shops. These were trendy, but not traditional and they attracted "alternate lifestyles" residents. Some conventual people thought it was dangerous. Store fronts attracted imaginativenow boutiques, artist galleries and restaurants. There were several restaurants and two biker bars, the Carburetor, and the Corral. This was a good place for them, and their clientele did not like troublemakers. They had an arrangement with the police agreeing that there would be no problems on the street. Their clientele would deal with problems. The owner of the Corral was Bobby, a short, muscular man. His pal was Buster, a bouncer. He was a little shorter than Bobby but more muscular. They took care of problems. Most guys were too embarrassed to admit the two small men beat them up. The rest of the street consisted of the newly renovated loft apartment houses. One was called the Biscuit Factory and catered to gay businessmen. The other one, called the Rusty Nail Apartments, attracted florists and interior decorators. The area was surrounded by modest older houses many of which were now under renovation. I served all of them. The men looking for work would meet a resident of Mill Street and hit it off. One of the interior designers claimed that coffee tasted better after you sampled a guys' precum. I didn't think that was true, but if you took his entire load, the coffee was sweeter. I am experienced and observant. One of my closest friends nicknamed me Dolly, after the Broadway musical. I had a sense about who would hit it off and get along. I had one great advantage in this. Gay men are all interested in sex and in cocks. Physical contact between a closeted man and an out gay man's cock is often a success. Some men had bad experiences in the past with an uncle, a member of the wrestling team, or a bully. While oral sex was easier for most, some men needed a good anal experience to vanish bad memories. A bland looking man named Red came up to see me. Kathy from the employment agency told me he needed help. He had lived with his widowed mother who told him she would take care of him. They had been well off due to an inheritance. That had vanished. His mother was a secret gambler. The house was foreclosed on, and he was now in a two-room apartment. One of the men who lived in the Biscuit Factory, John, was a retired minister who now worked in a bookstore. John was fifty or so, mellow, and easy going. He had been a successful minister, but a member of the congregation started a rumor that he was gay. Thus, John now worked at a bookstore. John was just a distinguished looking guy, non-intimidating, affable and pleasant. He had known many gay straight men, and he could help them deal with it. He knew that attempts to "cure" gay men were consistently unsuccessful and sometimes dangerous. You can't fool mother nature. Red met John at my office, and they hit it off. Kathy had found Red a good new job and a new approach to life would be good for him. Several weeks later I ran into John on the street, and he asked me to have a cup of coffee. When we were in the apartment John was direct. "Red has no sexual experience at all. I was hoping we would introduce him to man sex and see if he likes it. He is uneasy but interested. Could you help us out?" I hate to admit it, but John was a turn on, and lust triumphed over common sense. Two days later, Red, John and I were drinking coffee at John's apartment. He had told Red of his plans. "You know I am a minister," John said. "I must give you my standard good son after the funeral talk. Your mother is dead and isn't going to come back. You did all you could for her, but it's time to be yourself. You deserve to be happy and have your own life. You are a man named Red, not just your mother's son." "Willy and I are men who like men. We like men as people, and we like them as sexual playmates. We think you need to relax and enjoy yourself," "I am sort of interested, but uneasy. Mom wouldn't like it at all." Red said. We talked for a while and went to John's bedroom where we stripped. Red sat on the edge of the bed as he chatted with John. I got on my knees and licked the tip of Red's foreskin. A little later his cock head appeared. I licked the smooth tip and soon found a little precum emerging for his wide slit. When I licked it Red moaned. "Are you okay?" John asked. "It's different," Red replied. "Do you want Willy to stop?" "Hell no!" Red responded. By that time, I had Red's cock in my mouth. All was well. "I liked it, but I'm not sure I should have," Red said. "Naked men can't hide anything," I said. "Naked and erect men can hide even less." "Your body has a built-in amusement park. Take every ride," John said. "It's too much!" Red moaned. He lost control and I was the first man to be the proud recipient of his sperm. I delicately licked the ejaculating organ, Red continued to moan with each ejaculation, when I pulled off, John took my place and licked up the post orgasmic drool. When Red cooled down, he leaned over and sucked John's cock into his mouth, "Am I doing it right?" Red asked. He moaned and I realized he had one more ejaculation stored in his genitals. "You sure are," John said. "What happens next?" Red asked. "That is up to you," John replied, he leaned over and sucked Red's cock until he had a second orgasm. Red went home after that. Red was not particularly handsome. He was a redhead, and his brilliant orange hair made him look pale. His body was covered in curly orange hair too. A week later John asked if I could come over to meet another friend, Chainsaw. Chainsaw was massive, bearded man. I was surprised that Red was there. Chainsaw and John were nude. Assuming that wasn't accidental, I stripped too. Red did the same, I walked over to Chainsaw and cupped his balls in my hand. "Did John tell you I'm not very shy?" I asked. Chainsaw smiled. "I'm shy, but I like man play a lot," Chainsaw said. His cock was long and meaty. "I like to suck and take it up the ass," I added. "Guys say my cock is too thick," Chainsaw said in a whisper. "Let me be the judge of that," I said. John was smiling and had a tube of lube nearby. I had a feeling he had planned all of this. While Chainsaw's cock was long and thick as I had assumed, he was considerate, slow, and horny. He was a dream top. A little later he shot off and flooded my ass with his seed. It was beautiful. When Chainsaw pulled out, Red lubricated his tool and easily slipped his cock into my sperm filled ass. John and Chainsaw gave him helpful hints about negotiating my ass and it was a while before he ejaculated. Red was moaning and was close to crying as he injected his sperm into me. I had never had two men take turns shoot off in me. When John entered me next, his ejaculations were exceedingly forceful and pleasurable. I reacted to each volley. That excited Red and Chainsaw. When John pulled out, Red dropped to his knees and sampled the semen feast drooling from my ass. A few days later I saw Red on the street. "Are you okay? That was quite a workout," he asked. "It was more than I expected, but good," I said, "It was a first for me." Red leaned close to me. "Would you be willing to do it again?" I nodded. "As long as we are with friends, I am fine with it," I said. "Do I need to do the same for our friends?" he asked. "I wouldn't worry about that," I said and then I whispered, "When your cock is ready you will be ready." Red laughed and went on his way. Two days later I had a call from John. He said that Chainsaw had a pal who was a member of the club. "Does Chainsaw want to expand his pal's skills?" I asked. "He said the guy is young and eager," John said. "His pal has experimented some, but he could use a more affectionate approach." "Is he damaged goods?" I asked. "He had some "initiation" sort of stuff. He liked it even though it hurt some," John explained. "Chainsaw says he's a good man." "We could meet, but I am making no promises," I said. A week later I was with John, Chainsaw, and his pal Shorty. Shorty was a joke name. He was over six feet tall. He had a cleft pallet that had been poorly repaired. A beaver sized beard hid most of his face. His eyes were lively, which was a good sign. He was an equipment operator for a lumbering company. That was another good sign. Heavy equipment was expensive and requires considerable skill. Shorty was smart. We had coffee and talked for a while. John got to the point. "Willy, Chainsaw, and I like to have some man-to-man fun. Chainsaw thought you might like the same sort of fun. Would you like to join us?" Shorty nodded and said he would like that. "We have only one major rule." John continued. "We only want to have fun. We don't want to do anything that hurts, you or us. To be direct, we like to shoot off cum, we sometimes trade it and sometimes eat it. If anything bothers you just tell us. Chainsaw told me you were a wrestler in high school. We aren't here to win; we are here to play. Is that okay with you?" Shorty nodded. We all stripped. Shorty had a great body, a hairy chest, and prize-winning genitals. John went for his cock like an iron filing to a magnet. I was sucking Chainsaw. He was more relaxed than before and I sucked him to an erection. I was soon sucking Shorty and John sucked Chainsaw. As soon as my tongue touched Shorty's tender cock head, I tasted precum. Shorty moaned. His cock drool was an invitation to the sexual feast to come. Thinking about it later, I realized I usually got to know a man through hours of conversation. The first taste of Shorty's sex juice told me all I needed to know. His knob and cock seemed huge. I knew that when he drained his balls deep in my ass, I would learn anything else I need to know. A few minutes later John was ejaculating in my ass. Ten minutes later Chainsaw's meaty tool unloaded in me as soon as he pulled out Shorty filled my ass. I was better than I had fantasized. His cock was fat, long, and cum filled. It was all I hoped it would be. John was sucking Chainsaw's cock. Tasting his own sperm mixed with Chainsaw's brew was a taste treat. Shorty was in fucking heaven. His cock explored every inch of my ass. Eventually he shot off fireworks style. He didn't pull out. He was relaxed and still until I began to tighten my sphincter to massage his cock. Shorty liked that. I thought he would pull out, but he got hard again. His cock grew slowly but he soon began to thrust again. Minutes later he shot off again and refreshed my sperm load. Our little group broke up and Shorty asked if he could see me again. I said I would like that and gave him my card. I went to my office and feared that I hadn't told him I hadn't ever experienced anything that intense. Three days later Shorty was waiting for me outside my office. "Are you free? Can we talk?" he asked. We went up to my office. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" he asked. "I didn't know that it could be that good." "I am experienced, but I was spectacular for me," I replied. "I didn't know those feelings existed. I was on the wrestling team, and we messed around a little. I liked it," Shorty said. "I didn't know it could be as good as what we did. That blew my mind!" "I have an appointment in fifteen minutes. Could you come by after work around six?" I asked. Shorty leaned close to me and asked, "Do you think we could play around a little?" "I was hoping we could play around a lot!" I replied. He laughed. He was waiting for me at six. We went to my apartment and forgot to have dinner. I think Shorty didn't realize that he was 100% gay. He thought he was too ugly to attract anyone sexually. He was a big clunky man with a poorly repaired cleft pallet. Like many people he focused on his problems, rather than his assets. He was masculine, muscular, and possessed an impressive cock and balls. He was sexually generous and willing to both give and take. He was excited. His cock head was large, tender and he shivered when my tongue caressed it. I immediately tasted precum drooling from his slit. His cock had already converted from being a drain into a sperm conduit. For some people being naked is taking off your clothes. For me it's when your balls begin to drip precum. That is when your sex organs begin to function and take over. Shorty's knob became ultrasensitive when he shot off. I too was excited when I tasted the first dribbles of cum. The huge man was shivering in pleasure by the time I took his load. I got more excited when I realized that the huge man's genitals were delicate, tender, and responded to every movement of my tongue and lips reacting to his forceful ejaculation. Shorty was not a good-looking man, but he possessed a double or triple dose of masculine traits. As he ejaculated, his cum tasted better. It was almost alluring. I wanted it all. I thought of spurting cum as an indicator of a job well done. My ass suddenly felt needy. As his ejaculations diminished, I suddenly was afraid Shorty was not enjoying his climax as much as I was. His post orgasmic cock shrank to a normal size and continued to drool the remnants of his orgasm. We relaxed. "I didn't know I could feel so much," Shorty said. "I was afraid you might choak. Is it aways like this?" "If you can spend the night, you will be able to answer that question tomorrow," I replied as I returned to sucking his cock. Two or three seconds later his cock began to drool again. An hour or so later, I realized that Shorty and I were equally receptive and giving. Eventually we went out to dinner, returned to my house, and fucked the night away. I think of myself as an educated, intelligent man. I am also sexually educated and experienced. Around ten o'clock that night I realized that Shorty's cock belonged in my ass. We weren't two gay men having a good time. It was more than that, much more than that. While Shorty wasn't a virgin, his previous experiences were as a bottom. He been on a football team dominated but a group of assholes. I have noticed that the more insecure a jerk is, the more aggressive he becomes, especially when he encounters an insecure man. Insecure jerks were often my least successful clients. Inwardly they didn't think they could succeed, so they looked for men they could dominate and demean. If a jerk thought he couldn't be successful, he could at least ruin other people's lives. That was a problem I dealt with since some of my clients' entire sense of self-worth was based on humiliating others. When I was bouncing on Shorty's cock, I realized his cock and his sperm belonged in my body. While the media tends to focus on true love and grand passions, I encourage my patients to focus on friendships and men who are supportive. Pals who can help with problems or emergencies. I tended to encounter men who didn't have friend who could be helpful. Some gay men loved drama and emotional scenes. What makes for good situational comedies are not necessarily good for day-to-day life. When your friends are all beautiful young things who go clubbing every night, sometimes it's good to know a mechanic who knows how to fix a car. I know for a fact sucking a plumber's cock is no different from sucking a florist's cock. Repairing a sink has no more effect on the taste of cum than making a floral centerpiece for a wedding. Shorty had little knowledge of affection. I think he had connected with men who pretend to be macho guys and thought admitting they enjoyed gay sex was just blowing of steam when the cum built up in their ball was too much. Most were unmarried and it just happened that gay sex was the only sexual outlet available.