Nineteen-Hundred – My First Job
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!
I graduated from college in 1900 and I had a position teaching science in the brand new Alexander Graham Bell High School in London Town, Pennsylvania. It was one of the first schools to have science classes in the state. The building was being completed and my first job was to set up a chemistry laboratory in the top floor of the building.
I am Dudley Fitzhugh, a native of New York City and I knew no one in town. I found a room at the Evergreen Lodge. It was run by Rufus Edwards. He own a large hardware store. He was an only child, and had inherited a large Hardware Store, Seed and Feed, and Coal supplier. He was a bachelor and when his parents died he rented out rooms to respectable bachelors. The house was large and there were four rooms on the second floor and two in the servants quarters.
The house was modern in every way. There were two bathrooms and a large shower bath big enough for four men in the servants area. Several of the roomers worked for Rufus, and the Seed & Feed and Coal businesses were dirty, and the showers were good for them.
One of the men, Freddy, was the cook. He had worked for Rufus, but was injured in an accident. He couldn't do heavy work, but he was a good cook. He didn't pay for his room.
As was typical of rooming houses, women were not allowed. That was fine for me since I had few associations with women other than my mother and relatives. It didn't seem to be a problem with the other men.
I was very busy at school since I taught the Chemistry, Physics, and a vocational class about electricity, and the principles behind things like the automobile engine, telephones, and modern plumbing. After my first week of teaching I discovered that I had a good way of explaining things. Most of my classes were all male, but I was aware of Mme. Curie, so I asked that ladies be allowed in my classes. I also taught night classes for working men who were looking for better jobs.
While school work kept me busy, I got along well with Rufus and his roomers. He was an interesting man, and he wanted to keep things up-to-date and modern in the hardware store.
Since I was in the servants quarters I used the shower bath. I had used a tub before and the showers were quicker and more enjoyable than a bath. My knowledge of naked men was limited. At college the scientific courses were demanding, and included time in laboratories doing experiments. These were in the afternoon, so science students could not participate in athletics. This included informal pick up games and the college teams. I had no experience of the locker or shower rooms. I would have thought that being nude with other men would have been a problem, but that was not the case.
My father was a banker and everyone in my family were properly dressed. My father was every inch a banker with a coat vest and well pressed suit. In the summer my brother and I would wear shirt sleeves, at lunch, but we were properly dressed at dinner. My sister was always well dressed and as she matured she was clearly a beauty and dressed that that way.
The roomers dressed quite informally. Since some did heavy manual labor, their clothes were worn. They always washed before dinner and wore a clean shirt at dinner. Their manners were a bit rough, but they were always polite.
The house was electrified, and there were some fans that made the summers more pleasant. I noticed the dress code after dinner was quite informal. We were all men, so that was not a problem. I soon became accustomed to showers and to naked men. I eventually realized that I both enjoyed the men, and I enjoyed seeing their private parts
I was also a bit surprised when Rufus joined us in the showers on hot nights. He was a gentleman, but he helped men with manual tasks in busy time. I noticed he was a muscular, manly man who helped with manual labor as needed. This was admired by both our customers and the men who worked for him.
I was alone in the shower one evening when he entered. He was a hearty fellow and he we talked. I noticed that he was glancing at my privates. I looked down and realized they were becoming firm and that my foreskin had pulled back exposing my cock head. I moved my and to cover it.
Rufus smiled and said, "Don't worry about that. We are all boys here. Let nature take it course."
"I am embarrassed," I said.
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about," he replied. "Your organ is large and well formed."
I glanced at his crotch and saw his impressive organ at half staff. I didn't know what to do, but I knew my cock was now fully erect.
He stepped closer to me. Rufus dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth. In retrospect I thought I should have pulled away. I actually came closer to him, so he could take my entire cock into his mouth. I couldn't sort out my emotions, other than the intense sense of pleasure I felt.
He stood up and said, "I'm sorry, I got carried away."
I had no idea what to say. A second or two later I was on my knees licking his huge cock head. Looking back I would have thought he would have pushed me away. He didn't and I tried to swallow more of his impressive cock.
"If you do that for much longer you will be soon tasting my man seed," he said.
I pulled away from his bloated cock. "Is that a problem?" I asked.
"Not at all," he replied. I returned to his cock. A minute or two later his sweet man seed flooded my mouth. I didn't know what to feel. While I knew I should have pulled away, I also had a feeling that Christmas came early. I took every drop.
"You found a new member for the Club?" a voice said. It was Blacky. He was one of the coal loaders.
"I think Dudley is a good man. He will be an even better friend," Rufus said. He left the shower and Blackey came over to me.
"Would you allow me the honor of draining your balls?" he asked. I think I nodded. A second later my cock was enveloped in Blacky's mouth, his tongue caressed the underside of my cock and then licked my knob.
"It's too much," I moaned. A few seconds later I was already shooting off. That didn't bother him at all. He took it all, and he pulled off when he had taken every drop.
"Do I have to take yours?" I asked.
"You have to really want it to take mine," he said.
"Do you think that will happen?" I asked.
"I know it will happen" Blackey said. "I'm not a looker, but I'm all man. There is no need to rush it. It tastes better when you want it."
I went back to my bed room. I expected a night of tossing and turning as I contemplated the events in the shower. I slept like a baby and woke the next morning feeling cheerful and relaxed. I relaxed what while my interludes with Rufus and Blacky were shocking in some ways, they also met a need I had ignored.
I knew enough about sex from biology that it was a basic need of all animals. It was essential for the continuation of the species. I had been puzzled that I seemed to not feel that need. I told myself that the world was over populated and the sex dive was not as important. My connection with Rufus and Blacky proved I was wrong about that. I laughed at myself. I assumed my father and mother were immune form the sexual drive. Three children proved that was not correct.
I considered that in the modern, over populated world I had transferred my sexual drive to men. I laughed to myself. I hadn't just enjoyed my interlude with Rufus and Blackey; I loved it! There was no way I could live without feeling that extreme of pleasure.
I had a choice, I could either explore pleasure with other men, of become a monk. I was Presbyterian, the monastic life was not a possibility. Knowing what I know now, my vision of the sexless monastic life might not have been as sexless as I thought.
School was over for the summer vacation. I was teaching a class for adults about the basics of modern scientific inventions. My class had two women, a middle aged widow and her daughter and twenty five men. Several men were almost illiterate. These men often had fathers who died. They were the oldest sons who went to work to save their families from salvation. One of my fellow teachers, Arthur Denny, taught English and he joined me. He used identifying warming signs and written instructions to help these men learn how to read.
Rufus was impressed by this class and found other business men to form the Worker's Institute. One of these men volunteered classrooms at his church for the institute. Freddy provided sandwiches for the men so they wouldn't miss dinner.
I was very busy, but Rufus's home and the showers provided more than adequate relaxation. I was younger than most of the men who stayed at his house. I was also friendly and pretty open to sexual activity. Rufus selected is roomers carefully. He seemed to have an uncanny ability to select men who shared his sexual interest. That seemed quite remarkable to me since I was not aware of my own sexual tastes, although I was aware that I was not attracted to women.
I also discovered that Rufus had what I guess you would call a training or apprentice scheme for potential playmates. I made a few more contacts with roomers that summer. It was all low-key, no drama sex culminating in great sex. I sure worked for me. It was low stress and high pleasure sex.
My summer classes ended in early August, and I had a chance to rest. I had planned to go home to visit my parents, but they had gone to Europe for their 30th wedding anniversary. They never had a honeymoon, since Dad's mother died a few days after the wedding, and he was the oldest son.
I had an entire month of to do nothing. In college I had been a professors research assistant in the summer. I thought it would be lonely being the only one in Rufus's mansion. I knew that Rufus had many friends. Looking back it was odd that I had not guessed that some of these friends shared our sexual interests.
One of the leaders of the church that provided classrooms for the Workers Institute night schools came by to see me. Elder Issac Stockton was a middle aged man who ran a lumber mill in town. His father started the company which had been successful, but was not at all generous with their employees. Issac now ran the company and was an enlightened man. I had built a school for his employees children and had a small hospital and health clinic for his workers. Rufus thought highly of him.
Stockton was a medium height, heavy set man. We discussed ways we might further develop the Workers' Institute. We talked for while and he asked me if I enjoyed staying in Rufus' house. I told him I was good, and that Rufus and his men were good company.
"Rufus and I are old friends from school days," he explained. "Our friendship has grown as we grew older. He told me you were good company. He thought I might enjoy your company socially. He finds you most attractive and pleasant. Rufus and I have one particular interest in common."
"Some of our common interest's are enjoyable, but did he mention they are rather intimate," I said.
"We are good, intimate, friends," Stockton said. "Rufus says you can't have too many friends. When you find a friend it is good to share them with like minded gentlemen. He also mentioned he had installed a shower bath in the house, he thought was a great improvement on the bath tub."
That was much more than a hint. We went to see the shower in the servants quarters. Of course he was impressed. "It's like a gymnasium's shower. Do you share it with other men?" he asked.
"I do, but they are use to sharing," I said. "It was a surprise to me, but I became accustomed to it quickly."
"Have they ever encountered men in the shower in an intimate situation?" he asked in a whisper.
"The men are all good sports. They either ignore it or join in," I said. "When I encounter that situation I usually join in. If you know Rufus well, he believes the more the merrier."
"Do you sometimes share the special sauce?" Stockton asked in a whisper. "I enjoy the sauce greatly." He undid the top buttons of his shirt, saying. "It is getting warm here."
I didn't say anything, but I began to unbutton my shirt. A minute or so later we were naked. I turned on the shower faucet. We were soon under the hot shower nozzle.
"I am an old man," he said. "Am I too ugly for you?"
I reached over and stroked his thick cock. He was immediately rock hard. I smiled and asked, "If I told you a hard cock excites me, would you be offended?"
"Not at all," Stockton replied. "I need to warn you that sometimes I have a hair trigger. My cock can make a sticky mess. My ass is tight. Some men say it is attractively tight. I get very excited when a man ejaculates in me."
I soon explored Stockton's body both feeding him my cock and then slipping my cock into his ass. Of course I let him suck me, and then surprised him when I opened my ass for his fuck tool.
Freddy, the cook, joined us. Freddy obviously knew Stockton pretty well. Freddy was crippled in an accident, but his cock was not injured. Eventually Freddy and Stockton were on the floor sucking each other off as I fucked Stockton.
Remarkably, we had what was close to being a triple orgasm. Stockton and Freddy shot off sucking sperm from each other's cock as I shot off in Stockton's receptive ass. I don't know if their orgasms inspired mine of it it was the other way around. Freddy was a perfect gentleman and cleaned up my sperm drooling from Stockton's ass. We showered again and Stockton left.
That afternoon at lunch Freddy asked if I was offended that he horned in on Stockton's and my sex play. "I tend to get over excited by men going at it. I don't want to horn in on two blokes' cozy moment," he said.
"It didn't seem that it bothered Stockton, and I can assure you it didn't bother me," I said.
"You are a gentleman-teacher; I am just a broken down lumber jack," he said. "I didn't want to insult you."
"We are all men," I said. "Would I insult you if I said I noticed you are a well hung man?"
"I am just an innocent virgin unused to the ways of the world!" Freddie said while laughing. "I was 14 when I went into the woods. I was never pretty, but a couple of the guys liked me," he said. "They had fun with me and I had fun with them. They protected me from the rougher men in the camps."
"Rufus made this house as a safe place for men who have a taste for sex with other men. We keep things low key, but it's a good place," he explained. "I was unsure about you until Stockton showed up. You passed the entrance exam. Some of us get together for parties once and a while. If you are interested you could be in the guest list." "I guess I would be interested," I said.
"I know you are a smart guy, but it isn't a discussion group," Freddy said. "It's for messing around, there is nothing educational about it."
I smiled and said, "That makes it more attractive!" We laughed and he went to work on the evening dinner. I went to a play that night and got back to my room late.
The next day was Saturday and the hardware store was open until one in the afternoon. The farmers and most businesses bought what the needed during the week. Home owners came in on Saturday to buy things for repairs and gardening. It wasn't big business in dollars, but it created good will.
While the store closed, Rufus stayed later to deposit the weeks take. All the workers had Saturday afternoon off. The showers at the house were busy as men got ready for an afternoon on the town. I was reading in my room. Freddy knocked on my door at three. He told me that Rufus was in the showers with a friend he thought I might like. I knew what he had in mind.
It was a hot after noon and I was wearing only my undergarments. I put on a robe and went to the shower. When I saw Rufus and his friend, I apologized for barging in and said I could come back later.
"We are all boys here," Rufus said. "Go ahead and take your shower." I stripped and got under the third shower head. I recognized Rufus' friend as the head cashier at the bank. Rufus was a major depositor, and the bank must have made a special arrangement for him.
"Dudley, this is Wilson Malloy. He does the bank's books on Saturday. Since he is there, he puts my deposit in the vault. Better safe than sorry."Rufus said.
I said hello. "I would shake hands, but I don't know if that is correct shower etiquette," I said.
Wilson laughed and said, "I was on the baseball team in high school. I don't recall ever shaking hands!"
"You look like an athlete," I said.
"I am afraid that I look the part but have no talent," Wilson said. "Fortunately, I am skilled at getting cash into the right account at the bank." Wilson was handsome, slim, and muscular. His chest was dusted in hair and he was well hung. Wilson looked me over and paused briefly at my crotch. My cock responds to attention. I wasn't exactly hard, but I wasn't soft either.
"Since I know you both, let me tell you that we all share common interests." Rufus said. "I am feeling a strong desire to indulge those interests."
We were close. Rufus dropped to his knees to suck me. I reached out and fondled Wilson's cock. All was well and nature took its course.
I guessed that Wilson was five or ten years older than me. Rufus told me he wanted Wilson to connect with men his own age. A young man hanging around a wealthy older guy might cause people to talk.