Friar Tucker and the Men of Hardwood Forest 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
The cruise was a success and it was as good for us as it was for our audience. It did cause a major disruption. One of the men on the cruise was the Dean of a music school and he hired Edmund to develop a Gregorian Chant Choir. It was a major school and was the job of Edmund's dreams. We were at at a loss, but Juan rose to the occasion.
He was more Friar Tuck like than Edmund, and he was a leader of men. Edmund said he would continue to provide ribald chants. Our group was back in operation. Juan adopted the Friar Tucker name. He was convincing as a sanctimonious monk and was a great Friar. We had an odd stroke of luck. Edmund was supportive of the new arrangement. As long as he thought he was moving up, he had no problem helping the men he left behind.
Juan was a good conductor, but he was less demanding and picky than Edmund. Edmund could be difficult. We found a new singer, Olson Dennis to join the group. He was a bass-baritone but looked like the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz. He was also well hung and affable. Affability had not been Edmund's strong suit. He tended to be affable only when he was erect. After two performances the new Friar Tucker and we were a finely tuned chanting machine.
Our audiences were greatly varied. Our group sang in tune and harmonized well. The sound was great. The contrast between the sound and the words worked well. We added working men's chants. We had a chant for changing tires, and lawn mowing. One chant was for accountants looking for a mathematical error. These were popular depending on the audience.
Some of our chants were risque and naughty. Other were simply obscene. "Where Are the Assholes of Yesteryear?" was popular with older audiences.
Some of our bookings were with unexpected audiences. I had an engagement at a place in Philadelphia called the Main Line Garden. I knew the Main Line was an upscale residential area. There also was to be a private reception with a group called the Philly Bike Club.
Much to my surprise, while The Main Line Garden was in a good area, it catered to Leather men and the bikes were Harley's. The man who ran the place, Butch, and his slave, Tiny, were a surprise too. Butch looked like Bluto, with wide shoulders, a thin waist and muscles every where else. He was a dominant man. Tiny was almost a dwarf.
The Main Line Garden had been in business for fifteen years. Butch said there were no druggies and no drunks in the club. "You don't stay in business catering to assholes," he explained. The Garden had made the papers only because it offered AIDS testing. After the COVID shut down, it offered vaccines. It only catered to vaccinated patrons. I asked if that cut down on their customers.
"It fucking doubled our business," Butch said. "We lost a few whack jobs but we are doing fine." It turned out that the Garden served the upper crust of the leather community. Friar Tuck and Olson began the performance with an all bass chant. That was a great success. Their bass voices gave a tingle to some of the men's balls. The chants moved from medieval to porn and the audience was wildly appreciative. The men included executives, businessmen, cops, and construction guys. The only common trait was an interest in leather.
After the performance we mingled with the crowd. A surprising number of them liked the musical aspects of the show. Our men had good voices and they noticed. They also liked the peak-a-bo show of genitals. One men mentioned that it was surprisingly tasteful given the obscenity. Friar Tucker was flattered. While we were well paid, the tips were impressive.
We were to do the ten o'clock show the next day, so we had an afternoon event at 1:00 with a group called the QCT, the Quaker City Travelers. They were a motorcycle gang. While the men were into leather and chains, Butch was firmly anti-pain and abuse. He said it was too easy to turn into bad situations.
Juan as Friar Tucker was popular. Juan claimed he was heavy, but not sloppy. The muscle-fat ratio tilted towards muscle. He was inspirational. The big boys flocked to him. Butch was with Olson, and they attracted a crowd.
Tiny, Butch's slave, came to me. He was a computer programmer. While he was five feet three, under his leather jock, he was seven plus inches. Butch was turned on by the master-slave scene. He was a bottom and Tiny was the top. We talked some. Tiny loved the chants. One of them had been in Latin. Tiny was able to translate it. I discovered that Tiny was the owner of the Main Line Gardens. Butch was the front man.
Everyone thought that Butch owned the place. Tiny knew that some men in the leather crowd were into pain and violence. With Butch in charge that wasn't a problem.
"I'm the top, and Butch loves the bottom. This may sound odd, but he wants to fuck you." He said. "You are his type. He likes normal guys." Tiny paused. "I like normal guys too. Would it be insulting if I asked if you bottom?"
"My friends would describe me as full service," I replied. Tiny came closer to me.
"I shoot a huge load. Some guys think it makes a mess," he whispered. "Some men aren't into the sperm related aspects of man sex."
"Do you have that problem?" I asked.
"Yes and no," Tiny said. "I love to share my cum. Filling a mouth or ass with cum is the name of the game isn't it? When I was younger some guys took advantage of me. Once I've fucked a guy I will take his load."
"Several members of our group like to clean up an ass hole after a sperm delivery." I said.
"Are you one of those?" he asked.
"It's not my thing, but some men tell me that when I relax after a fucking, my ass tends to drool. They find that attractive," I said. "I thought that was strange at first, but I understand it now." "For me, at first sex was just seeing naked men and cocks in the shower room. I thought that was interesting. I soon was more than just interesting, a lot more interesting," I explained. "When I first sucked a cock I knew that was for me. I didn't know anything could be exciting. It got more exciting when a guy sucked me. It was behind a rest stop, so it was dark and cold. When I shot off, the guy spit it out. I thought I would never do that again."
"How long did that resolve last?" Tiny asked.
"I lasted until the next time I visited a rest stop," I said. Tiny laughed.
"I eventually found some friends with benefits," I continued. "Some became good friends. The sex continued to get better. At some point the friendship and the sperm merged. I realized that my pal's cock was not just a sex toy, it was a basic part of his and my life. It wasn't just an extra added attraction, it was a part of me and of my pal."
"I need to confess that I have no problem with guys, their cocks and their asses. I like to entertain pals," I explained. "Sometimes it's more than play. A guy opens up and we merge. My cock fucked his brain, and his cock connects to me. We are totally open."
"Butch really wants to fuck and breed you." Tiny said, "I like to use his sperm as lube. Does that bother you?"
"I don't want you to think I'm a slut, but that's not a problem at all," I said.
"At The Main Line Garden there are no sluts allowed. Everyone here just happens to be generous with his sexual organs and his bodily fluids." Tiny said. "Our patrons are also obsessively neat. A sperm smeared ass with drooling cum is a treat." I laughed. Butch had been watching us and apparently my laugh was the sign that I was willing.
Butch had a day job as a stuntman and actor. He had no speaking roles, but he photographed well. He looked as if he would shove his bulbous cock into to you to show his strength. He took his time and was as gentle as he could be given the diameter if his fuck tool. It was a tight fit. A tight fit meant his cock was filling. I realized his cock was thickest next to my prostate.
While Butch was a gentle giant, he also really wanted to shoot off in my ass. Since my prostate was visiting heaven, I had no idea how long he fucked me. Butch affected a rough bruiser image. He was a lover, not a fucker sexually. Just before he shot off I realized he was getting close. It took many ejaculations to drain his balls. I enjoyed everyone. When he pulled out, Tiny was ready to enter.
Tiny was forceful but not aggressive. I knew he wanted to fuck me. He knew I was willing and like Butch, he took his time. About five minutes later I realized they didn't fuck me individually. It was a single anal episode with two orgasms, three if you count mine. Butch took my load and then shared it with Tiny.
It was like a play with Butch providing the First Act, Tiny provided the Second and I provided the final climatic finale. Three cocks, my ass, and three orgasms were the cast of characters. It was a beautiful experience for us.
Tiny and Butch were good men and they liked Friar Tucker and the Men of Hardwood Forest a lot. They were connected with other up scale gay clubs, restaurants and resorts. These were upscale and safe. "We try to keep the hookers out, but you might fined an attractive man you could help with his future career," Butch explained. "You won't get mugged in the parking lot either."
Our next event was at the Algonquin Resort and Spa. It was in a rural part of New York. I didn't know there were rural areas, but the Algonquin was in a wooded, mountain area. It had been a holiday camp, then became a rest home and now it was a secluded resort for gay men. A man named Livingston Kaplan owned the place. It served wealthy gay men. The staff was attentive and sexually generous.
I was an impressive place. I guessed it was built in the early1950s and had been ultra modern. It wasn't large, but I looked upscale. The Algonquin had fifty rooms and suites. We had what had been staff rooms next door on the top floor of the Algonquin North. We shared a shower room. It wasn't fancy like the main building, but the shower had potential as a recreational facility. We got there at five. Since it was too late to have a full rehearsal, we were to have a "preview" event that night, and a full performance the next evening at a birthday celebration for a wealthy member.
We had a good dinner in the grill. I noticed that many of the men were either in their late fifties or in their sixties, or were some twenty to thirty years old guys. I assumed they were eye candy for the older men. I did notice that the younger men showed no interest in us. I assumed the had a skill at identifying wealth, and we didn't meeting the income qualifications.
Our rehearsal was a total success. A concert of chants and madrigals was modestly successful. When the chants unexpectedly morphed into obscene chants we caught the audience off guard. It was unexpected and greatly appreciated. Even the boy toys enjoyed it. I assumed when we combined the chants with our peek-a-boo costumes the next day's performance would be a hit.
Friar Tucker and I were invited to have a drink by an old gay man who introduced himself as Reed, and his friend Siegfried. A good looking young guy, Harry was at the table with them. Harry was not as young as he dressed.
Siegfried was German. He appreciated the chants, but he was not well grounded in American obscenity. He we had a conversation converting American dirty words into German. Siegfried had a good sense of humor and even Harry joined in. Siegfried knew the appropriate obscene gestures to clarify the meaning of the words. Friar Tucker thought the gestures could be worked into the routine.
Eventually Harry went to bed with Reed. Friar Tucker and I visited Siegfried's room. Siegfried was not particularly imaginative, but he was willing. Friar Tucker had enough imagination for three men. I am always willing to help when needed. A half hour later, Siegfried discovered he liked to bottom more than he knew. I discovered that German sperm had a slight taste of beer. We were all friends when we parted. I noticed that Reed and Harry were happy men. Their coupling had had been a success.
The next days performance was after dinner, our group had the day off. Siegfried sought me out at breakfast and said he had some friends he would like me to meet. Of course I agreed. I went to his house.
His friends, Steven and Julio, were big, beefy men who had figures that resembled Friar Tucker. They were heavy. They weren't a body type that was considered attractive. They seemed nervous, but relaxed after we talked. Steven was a treasurer of a large pharmaceutical company. Julio owned a company that made high end tomato sauce. It was the sauce that might pass for homemade. I explained my role in the Men of Hardwood Forest. They were interested.
"Do you perform?" Julio asked.
"I am a back up if someone can't make it," I explained. "I can't sing well, but the later part of the show involves some peaks of our cocks. I have a cock, and as a former nurse, I'm not shy."
Siegfried mentioned you are attractive nude," Julio remarked. "I'm not attractive dressed or nude."
I smiled and said, "No one has recruited me for a men's underwear add. I don't see a cock as being decorative; pleasurable yes, decorative no.
"They seem to be a bit messy to me," Steven said.
"In some situations they can hit the right spot," I said. "They can be tasty in the right situation."
"I mentioned to the boys here that last night we were in the right situation," Siegfried remarked. "They were quite interested."
"I have to make a confession. I am pretty much quite interested twenty-four hours a day." I explained.
Steven laughed. "I'm quite interested six to eight hours a day. I assume you have figured out that we are interested here and now?"
"I've never done it in a group," Julio said.
"Groups are best when they are with friends," I said. "I have a strong feeling were are all going to be close friends before we go to lunch today." I was 100% right about that.
Naked Julio and Steven were pretty solid. They were big men, but not that fat. Julio was a massive man, with big balls an uncut cock. He had some gay experiences but they had been well spaced and were quick. I didn't think he had ever been fucked or exchanged sperm with another man.
He had married young, had four children, and his wife had died five years earlier. His youngest son had gone to college a year earlier, and in some ways he was a free man for the first time in years. He suddenly had a lot of time on his hands.
He almost accidentally connected with Siegfried, his next door neighbor. That had been a shock to Julio. I had a feeling he had never thought of sex apart from children and family. Sex for fun wasn't a part of his life until he met Siegfried. Of course, sex is its own reward. It can be better when it was decoupled with having children. Julio's wife was a traditional Catholic. She didn't believe in birth control and she had no problem getting pregnant.
While Siegfried was a friend, for Julio it was easier to have sex with me. There were no complications with me. It was plain old sex with me. While I was not a sexual athlete, I was more experienced and I had no problem as a bottom. I also discovered Julio was a nice and appreciative man.
I dropped to my knees and sucked him. He was uncut, and as soon my tongue touched the tip of his foreskin, his cock reacted. As his cock grew, I liked the exposed portion of his cock head. The knob was sensitive and twitched as my tongue caressed it. I soon tasted the first drops of precum. Julio was shy, but his sexual apparatus wasn't. His cock knew pleasure and wasn't shy at all.
"You don't need to do that," Julio whispered.
"I want to do it," I replied. "Are you okay with it?"
"I'm more than okay," he said, still whispering.
His cock was what a friend back in New York described as "no easy piece of meat." I was standard six inches, but thick. I was able to deep throat him. While it was fat, it tapered. It might be hard going into my ass, but would potentially a comfortable butt plug once it was in.
I laughed to myself. I tend to think of myself as a man who casually and only periodically indulges in sex. I was evaluating Julio's cock with a professional eye. I thought it might be too thick, but I also wanted it fully lodged in my ass.
I told Julio I wanted to sit on his cock. He half halfheartedly asked me if I was sure. Siegfried had some lubricant and I coated Julio's cock and sat on it. It was as thick as it seemed but once it was deep in me, it was stimulating. Julio rolled me over and began to fuck me. He wasn't exactly a mad man, but he was enthusiastic. After a few minutes he shot off, deep in me for what seemed like minutes. He rested a little and pulled out.
Much to my surprise, Siegfried came over to me and licked my well used ass. I relaxed a little and some of Julio's sperm drooled from my ass. As Siegfried licked up the drool, I realized Christmas had come early for him. Julio and Siegfried relaxed and Julio let himself admit he enjoyed gay sex.