Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2023 19:27:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Robert Winthrop <winarch47@yahoo.com>
Subject: Buddy's Place

Buddy's Place

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


Buddy Jones was a popular early TV wrestler. He was hurt in a car accident
in 1965, and he founded a chain called Buddy's Place, a gym, exercise
facility. These were popular until the early eighties when swankier co-ed
places became popular. When he died in 1985, he left his business to his
brother Carl who is my uncle.

Carl sold off all the Buddy's Place facilities except for the original
building. Most of the buildings were poor but the sites were great. He made
a bundle.

There one little known quirk about Buddy. He was an only child. I don't
know how Carl became Buddies brother." I actually am Carl's nephew, Doug. I
inherited his money and the only remaining Uncle's Place. That is because I
was the only nephew who shared the same sexual orientation as my uncle.

The original Buddy's Place consisted of the gym, pool, locker room and
showers building. There was a second gym, whirlpool and shower building
associated with Buddy's house. Officially it was his private exercise
facility. In reality it was the all gay annex. Buddy had a knack for
identifying gay men. He called it his nose. He would find men who shared
his sexual orientation and ask them to his personal gym. His house sat on
the side of a mountain about ten miles from town. It was secluded and
little known.

Almost no one outside of big cities like New York or San Francisco admitted
to being gay when Buddy was in his prime. His private gym was an ideal
private get away for gay men. While the popular media suggested that gay
men were arty types and bohemians, there were city officials, cops,
professionals and ordinary working men were closeted and yearning to be
free. They all came to Buddy's private gym. My uncle kept the gym as do I.

Uncle Carl also had a good nose for gay men. His role had been as the
locker room, shower attendant. He saw men exchanging glances or taking a
longing glance at a man. He told me that men are all equipped with a sexual
thermometer hanging between their legs. Cocks aren't capable of hiding
their interests. Cocks have a range of ways to show interest, between
hanging low and a full erection. There are only so many ways you can hide
it when you are naked. Uncle Carl knew all the signs of sexual interest.

I knew the signs of sexual interest too. I was young compared to many of
the members. Buddy had been a big man. He was big everywhere. Carl was
average. While I am not as big as Buddy, I my cock is almost similar to
his. He was gorilla like in his body hair. I am pretty hairy. While I am
not musclebound, I exercise regularly and in good shape.

I have another physical property that is important. I am not handsome. I
look okay, but I am not any more than that. Older men see me and think they
have a chance. While I am not handsome, they think I inherited Buddy's sex
drive. That is technically impossible since I am not related to him, but
some of the old timers think I am almost the modern incarnation of Buddy
Jones.

Uncle Carl didn't get along well with my parents, and they didn't approve
of me. They died when I was twenty-four and they left everything to my
sister. That wasn't a problem for me, since I have always been independent
and had a good job. It offended uncle Carl greatly and he left his estate
to me in hi8s will. I soon went to work for him and managed Buddy's Place
gym.

I didn't know if I would like that, but the men were nice, and I soon
discovered the advantages of the private gym at Buddy's house. Carl
recognized AIDS as a problem early. The men who patronized the private gym
were tested and there were enough men there to provide for a range of
sexual possibilities. Since we had several doctors and nurses at the gym,
we tested men who strayed.

I was well known and friendly with the men before Carl died, so there was
no problem running the place. My lawyer and accountant were members.

At first, I had a problem adjusting to the sexual freedom and casual
attitudes of the place. I was gay but my sexual interludes were rare and
well-spaced. Adjusting was easier than I would have suspected. Just about
everyone who patronized the private gym was into sex, but since it was
casual and accepted there was no drive to find new partners.  The men
assumed it would happen sometime. I wasn't a virgin, but I was not
overused. Somehow, I was able to seem slightly virginal, even though they
all knew that was not true.

The private gym had a trainer, Tommy, and shower attendant, Rufus. No one
ever told me this, but I think Carl told them to connect me with easy going
men. I got along with the men very well.

After a while I went to Buddy's Place, and I hung around and met some nice
guys and discovered men who would enjoy the private gym. Some of the men
enjoyed sex with other men but were not into a group experience. They
wanted one-on-one sex.

There were a few exhibitionists, and some who simply were not satisfied
with only one man. At first, I thought I was a one-on-one man, but that was
due to lack of experience. I had never encountered a group before. I also
discovered that while some young men were looking for other young men, the
older guys had no problem with younger guys, and were more experienced and
sometimes experimental.

Rufus was an older man, but still in good shape. He had been a carpenter,
but never married and was a close friend to uncle Carl. When he retired
helped out keeping the shower room straight. Rufus was handsome and he
liked being naked and being admired. He was skilled at finding men with
similar interests.

Rufus told me he liked sex but wasn't into romance. "Most of the time a
good friend with benefits is easier on the system than falling head over
heels in love. It seems to me that the guys who are crazy in love tend to
burn out. Human relationships have ups and downs. A friend you can count on
is fine for me. It's even better if sexual pleasure is
involved. Relationships can be intense, cool down once and a while, and
then rekindle."

"You don't get jealous?" I asked.

"Some men have infatuations. The encounter a guy who turns them on and it's
exciting," Rufus explained. "That's fine with me. Most of the time non-stop
excitement is too much. A good relationship can include sex, but an
entirely sexual relationship may not include having a life in the real
world. Having a job you like, friends and families take time. Great sex is
wonderful, but you need to have non sexual relationships. Boy toys rarely
turn into middle-aged toys." I told him I understood that.

"I assume you have guessed that I like sex a lot," Rufus continued. "My
relationships range from fondling a guys balls or stroking his cock, to
full penetration and exchange of bodily fluids. Tasting a man's fresh sperm
spurting from his cock is a turn on with some men. Making a deposit deep in
a guy's ass is good too. That is special for me."

"There is one big problem with that for me and for man other men," Rufus
explained. "The orgasm marks the end of the sexual experience. I want it to
count. I want to savor a man's seed. I want him to appreciate my gift to
him. The first time I came in a guy's mouth he spit it out. That bothered
me."

"Does it taste different when you take the sperm of a guy you, like?" I
asked.

"I think it does, but I have to admit that may be just a sexual fantasy,"
he replied. "Sometimes I think the excitement of the orgasm alters the
taste."

"You can taste excitement?" I asked.

"I think I do," he replied.

Three days later, I took a shower with three men. One guy was in the corner
of the shower with his back to me. Another man was next to me. He was maybe
45 and made sure his cock was very clean. A third man was three shower
heads away.

When the man in the corner left to dry off, the third man moved to the
shower head next to me. I saw Rufus looked in making sure all was well in
the room. He winked at me. I got the message. Physical Sex was not allowed
in the main gym showers. There was no limit on admiring glances. Of course,
there was no way to control a cock's reaction to a glance. I finished
showering, dried off and dressed. I had a strong feeling I would meet the
men from the shower again.

A week later I was surprised to see the man who showered in the corner in
Buddy's gay private gym. When I finished my exercises, I went to the
showers and the man from the corner was there. He was average height, thin
and very hairy.

"I'm Kirk," he said. "I saw you in the main gym a week ago. Someone told me
you own the place."

"I'm Doug," I replied. "I inherited the place. Sometimes I don't know if I
own it, or it owns me."

"The guys here seem friendly," Kirk said. "I'm new to town, and making
friends is difficult."

"It seems pretty laid back here," I said. "Everyone seems to be friendly. I
guess that maybe owning the place encourages guys to be friendly."

Kirk laughed and smiled. "That might help some. The guys seem friendly.  I
was in a health club where the guys were all handsome, and standoffish. I
was not muscular enough and way too hairy."

"The guy who developed this place, Buster, was a wrestler and his
professional name was originally Caveman," I explained. "He later used the
name Buster in the ring. In wrestling being caveman-like is an asset.

"I guess no one mentioned being hairy because you own the place," Kirk
said. He smiled, adding, "I guess being well hung adds to your appeal."

"I don't know about that. I'm not particularly good looking, but I guess my
cock attracted some men." I said. Kirk reached out and cupped my balls in
his hand.

"I am usually horny as hell," he said. "Is that a problem or an asset?"

I got closer to him. "This place is private exercise facility. It generally
known as the all gay annex. Essentially, anything that involves male sex
organs is okay," I said.

"Rufus told it was different," Kirk said.

"Does that bother you?" I asked.

"I've dreamed of a place like this. I never thought I would find it," Kirk
said.

Kirk was a professor of computer programming at the local university. It
turned out he was a nice guy but was weak in the social skills. I assumed
men involved in computing were rarely social butterflies.

 We talked and went to the sauna. There were four men there, but they were
occupied. I sat on a bench and Kirk dropped to his knees and began to suck
my cock. I later found out that was a rare case of him taking the
initiative. It had been a long time since he last had sex. He was a good
cock sucker. My uncle Carl said some men liked to suck cocks, others
worshiped it. Kirk was a worshiper.

One of the couples left and a rather vocal orgasm. A little later another
man entered. He was one of Rufus' pals, Gene. He was both a police
detective and a gay man. The police chief knew he was gay, and Gene was
informally dealing with gay issues. The police were not progressive enough
to openly have gay officers. Gene warned me of problems and helped other
men. It was a good arrangement.

Gene was the sort of guy who never stood out. He was easily
forgettable. Gen sat near me. He was Kirk's age, but while he was a dumpy
looking man when he was dressed, naked he was a well-endowed, muscle man
naked. Kirk stopped sucking me and sat on the other side of me from Gene. I
introduced them.

"I hope I didn't interrupt you guys," Gene said.

"Kirk was just being friendly," I said. "I have a feeling that we may get a
lot friendlier when we know each other better."

Gene smiled. "That seems to happen a lot here. Before you find Mr. Right,
you need to find Mr. Right Now."

Kirk laughed, and asked, "How many men have you sampled on your search?"

"My virginal days are well behind me. I don't count, but I have found some
nice guys and some great playmates," Gene said. "I assume you may have
guesses I have many friends with benefits. Sometimes, the friendship is
more important than the sexual benefits are rewarding."

"I can tell you that the benefits can be pretty rewarding," I said.

"I would think that might result in jealousy," Kirk observed.

"Don't promise what you can't deliver," Gene said. "A one night stand that
turns into a friendship is good. If you promise the best fuck in the
history of the world and don't deliver, you have nothing."

"You are a good top?" Kirk asked.

"I can never promise that," Gene said. "It depends if a guy is receptive
and if his ass fits my cock. Some asses are too tight. For some, anything
smaller than the Empire State Building is too small."

"I would classify Gene's cock as tempting, but not for the faint of heart,"
I said.

Both men laughed. A few minutes later Kirk was sitting where I had been,
and I was on my knees sucking him. He moaned that it was really good. Gene
was behind me, and his tongue was licking my ass. Two men came in and had
to walk around us, but no one complained.

Minutes later Gene's cock replaced his tongue in my ass. I had been fucked
before and it had not been too successful. Ten minutes later I realized
that Gene was a skilled master top. In retrospect I think his thick tool
continuously massaged my prostate. I was unaware of the sensations the
prostate produced.

Kirk had a good view of the penetration. The slight drooling of precum into
my mouth turned into a sweet flow. Somehow when Kirk climaxed and flooded
my mouth with his sperm, Gene lost it and filling the deep recesses of my
ass with his special sauce.

I forgot about the other men in the sauna. I should have been
embarrassed. Before I could sort out my feelings, there was a round of
polite applause.

A little later and older man came over to me and said, "That was
beautiful. You are a lucky man. I have never done that but it is the stuff
of dreams."

"You might get lucky someday," I said.

"My asshole could take Gene's monster, but my knees couldn't." He said with
a laugh. I leaned over and briefly sucked his cock. He got rock hard and a
minute later he shot off in my mouth. I mentioned that his cum was sweet.

"That diabetes I am afraid," he said. "For every storm there is a silver
lining."

It was a good day for me. Oddly, I didn't expect for the details of this
interlude to become common knowledge over the next few days. While I would
never accuse gay men of being gossips, the word spread like wildfire. I
also didn't expect that the reviews of the interlude were entirely
positive. I was seen as a sexual athlete.

Gene's cock was much admired, but only a few could take it and enjoy
it. His trip up my behind was effortless and pleasurable for me. Kirk told
me that he rarely shot off in a guys mouth and I was the first man to take
and swallow his entire load.

A week later I was alone with Rufus in the showers. He told me that I had
been an unknown to most of the men. I was now considered to be a sexual
athlete and a receptive bottom. He said Carl had the same skills. He told
me that draining his balls into Carl's ass had been a high light of his
life. He missed it.

I asked if they traded loads, of if he was usually the top.

Rufus replied that he was usually the top. "Carl told me that taking my
load was more exciting than anything else except when he fucked
Buddy. Buddy told me that he could feel me squirting. That excited him.

"Buddy's popularity with other wrestlers was his willingness to take it in
the ass after he lost a match. He got paid if he won or lost, so some sperm
deep in his ass was a small price to pay for friendship," Rufus
explained. "Carl wrestled some. He was in an amateur night match with
Buddy. Buddy beat him, so Carl's cock made a visit to Buddy's asshole that
night. That was a success. That is how Carl became Buddy's cousin."

"If I told you I would love to discover a long lost cousin, would you be
surprised?" I asked.

"I haven't been surprised in a long while," Rufus said. "Has anyone been up
your ass searching for memory lane?"

"Not until today," I replied.