Herman A., sixty-six, retired Sears appliance salesman, still happily married but not able to function well in bed without the help of his wife stimulating his anus digitally. She did not like this at all, and her constant complaining did not help.
Buddy S., twenty-two, single, pre-med student. Suffered groin injury playing soccer. A good prospect for this study since his problem was injury related, and he is young.
Louis R., forty-six, bachelor, zoologist. Last sexual encounter was twenty years ago. Claimed to be unable to get aroused unless observing animals copulating, but has no desire to participate.
Mike S., thirty-nine, ex porn star, now a producer-director of gay-straight-bi porn videos. Believes he is burned out by all his early activity.
This week was going to be more interesting than even my twisted imagination could fabricate. But, the best was yet to come.
As the Suburban pulled up in front of the cabin, we all went out to greet the newcomers. One by one, the guys exited and were warmly welcomed, the sixth and last guy exited backward from the left rear door. It was then that I realized to my absolute astonishment that he was a little person.
Approaching me with his hand extended upward in greeting, he said those words that nearly sent me over the top as my mind projected a picture of the clown car at a three ring circus.
“Hi, I’m Mike.”
Quickly recovering my composure, I shook his hand, and we joined the group heading into the cabin. The guys seemed to be very much at ease with each other, so I guessed the trip from the airport had been a good ice-breaker. My interest in Mike, though, dominated my mind. In spite of his small stature, he was a strikingly good looking man. Dark reddish-brown hair, a sharp squared jaw line and the shoulders and chest of an athlete. He was a stud. This guy must really have some stories to tell, but would he be willing to share them with me or this group of strangers.
My new-found professionalism took over, and I got busy offering refreshments and otherwise making everyone comfortable in the lounge.
Dad took over and introduced each of us and the role we would play in their week-long session. While this was going on, Russ had driven the Suburban up to the bunkhouse by way of a back road in order to unload the guys’ carefully name-tagged gear.
Dad’s talk went on for about an hour at which point he asked me and Jack to escort the group up to the bunkhouse. The short walk along the shore would also give everyone an idea of just how beautiful the place was. By the time we arrived, Russ had each man’s bags placed in front of his sleeping area, so there would be no confusion about who slept where.
While Jack proudly showed the guys all the amenities, Russ and I got busy setting up for the evening meal. It was simple comfort food – fried chicken, scalloped potatoes and a spinach salad. Since everyone was kind of tired after their trip, thankfully everything went off without a hitch. Tomorrow, the program would get going, and I would probably not have much contact with the guys until meal times and later if they needed any “help” with PROSAGE.
By 11:00 pm, everyone had gone to bed, and Jack and I could finally have some time together. We were too tired to be horny, but just needed each other’s warm body to hold. It had been a long day, and the week had just started. As we settled into our favorite tangle of limbs, the days’ events suddenly came to my mind in a rush, and I could no longer control my snickering. It was contagious.
Jack turned his face to mine and choking back laughter, said, “Ok Snow White, you’ve met your first dwarf, now go to sleep.”
Thirteen
“Ok, so I didn’t give you all the details regarding our guests. It wasn’t secrecy, I just didn’t want you to form any opinions about the guys before you met them.”
It was Dad responding to my asking why he kept the unusual nature of Mike from me.
“I’m cool with everybody, Dad. He just took me by surprise. Mike seems to be a very likeable guy, and I think, along with all the rest, we’ll have a good week.”
It was Monday morning, and the day’s activities would be getting started right after breakfast. I had awakened early and gone up to the cabin to talk with Dad. Feeling better after our conversation, I headed back up to the bunkhouse to greet my guests.
Today, each man would meet with Dad for an hour’s orientation. The program would be described to them in detail, and they would be issued their personal PROSAGE kit. Jack had set up appointments for their welcoming massage sessions and tour of the gym facility. Bruce and Russ had gone into the village for some additional supplies. I had some free time before setting up for lunch and decided to take a walk back up to my favorite rock. Gathering up my towel and water bottle, I set out along the shore.
The day was perfect for a little sunbathing and relaxation. When I arrived at the rock, I was surprised to find Marc stretched out on my favorite spot. He had never shown much interest in the natural features of the lake, so this took me slightly aback. He was wearing a red Speedo, which barely covered his tight little ass.
Resting on his stomach, facing away from me, my presence was concealed from his view.
All kinds of lascivious thoughts raced through my mind as I took in the sight, transferring themselves to my groin, which responded in its usual manner, clouding my judgment. I announced my arrival by purposely dropping my water bottle. He awoke with a start and quickly turned to face me.
Smiling, he said in his slightly French accented way, “Allo, Donny. Ca va?”
I responded in my mid-western accented French: “Va bien merci.”
He corrected me, “Je vais bien, merci.”
This was the first time we had a chance to just have a light conversation since arriving at the cabin. I liked Marc, but since he had been my teacher and was a good friend to my dad, we had a slight barrier to overcome.
Sitting up and assuming a yoga-like position with legs crossed before him, he continued, “It’s nice to take a break on such a beautiful day. Do you come up to this rock often?”
My eyes were traveling down his torso, taking in all the details of his impressive chest hair pattern, stopping at the point where the black mat disappeared beneath the thin cloth of his Speedo.
“Donny? Ah! You are finding my chest hair of interest. This is not strange since you have none at all. Don’t be embarrassed. Many men and women have found it fascinating,” and then adding with a smile, “Or perhaps it is my new Speedo that has caught your attention.”
At this point, I became tongue-tied and could only stammer out a weak-voiced “Sorry Marc, I … I … was just lost in thought for a moment.”
We were quiet for a few moments, and then I got up the courage to continue, “Actually Marc I do find your hair pattern interesting. It forms such a perfect T, covering your upper chest; narrowing as it trails down over your belly and on to.” I stopped short of mentioning his now bulging pouch.
Waiting for a response gave me a few moments of agony. Suddenly, to my happy surprise, Marc reached out and took both my hands in his and drawing them to his chest said, “Go ahead, indulge yourself, feel the softness, I know you want to very badly, and I really find it flattering whenever someone cares to touch me there.”
He freed my hands, and I tentatively ran my fingers through the thick black fur, across his faintly muscular pectorals, lightly touching the small pink nipples hidden there in the matte, giving each one a gentle pinch, then down the center of his chest to a point just beneath his navel. I was trembling with a combination of lust; fear and expectation as my fingers barely brushed the waistband of his Speedo, wanting to go beneath the covering but not daring to.
My own stiffness was painfully caught inside my briefs, and I squirmed around until it was pointing straight up my belly. Marc caught my discomfort and laughed, “Donny, relax, I know you are stimulated, as am I, it is quite natural and not important. We have just shared a nice moment of intimacy between two people who very much like one another, and it is not more than that. To me, the human body is like a piece of fine artw
ork and should be admired and enjoyed by all lovers of beauty. I have known you since you were a little boy, and you are like a son to me. If I could make you happy by letting you explore my magnificent chest,” and here he smiled, “so be it. You are not the first man or woman to have done so and probably will not be the last.”
Sweat was pouring off my brow, a combination of the day’s heat and the crazy-wild thing Marc had just allowed me to do. It was clear to me that nothing further was going to happen, so I rose, picking up my water bottle and towel in preparation to get on back to the bunkhouse. “See you back at the cabin, Marc … and thanks.”
In response, he gave me a little wave of his hand and blew me a kiss. What an unusual guy he was. Vive la France!
Later that afternoon, as I passed by the cabin, Dad called to me from the deck.
“Don, I need a few minutes with you. You look like you could use a rest anyway.”
Little did he know. I was still somewhat shaken by my earlier visit with Marc. Pouring myself a glass of iced tea, I joined Dad at the picnic table.
Pushing aside the papers he was working on, he spoke in a serious tone. “Don, I need your help with a little problem I’m having with one of our subjects, Buddy. He is not responding favorably to my attempts to get at the root of his problem. This morning I introduced him to the PROSAGE therapy with as much patience as I can afford to allow, yet he seems almost frightened to accept the help he needs. It is possible that he is intimidated by my being a doctor and equates me with the callousness of a hospital experience. He may also attach some negative homoerotic overtones to the anal aspects of PROSAGE. Would you be willing to undertake a little experiment for me?”
The image of Buddy, young, good-looking, athletic and studly popped into my mind.
“Sure. What do you have in mind?”
“It seems that each time I try to get him to relax enough to introduce the PROSAGE, he tightens up, and no amount of coaxing seemed to help. He may respond better to a young non-medical guy like you helping him to accept the PROSAGE therapy. He is after all, a pre-med student and is going to have to get over his squeamishness about such things. What I propose is that you spend some time alone with him in the privacy of your room. Watch some sports – maybe soccer, that’s his game. Check the ESPN schedule. Jack has already agreed to spend the next night or two back here at the cabin. I don’t care what you have to do or how you do it but try to get the guy to relax. I will give you a porn video that should stimulate some interest.”
Waiting for my response, he gave me a smile and added, “I don’t think you’ll find this task too unpleasant.”
I must have been blushing scarlet as I left the deck and headed up to the bunkhouse. Of course, Dad was right. Under most circumstances, what gay guy wouldn’t jump at the chance to try to get a straight guy excited enough to display a hard-on in front of him. Still, something about this request was causing me to be very uncomfortable. Why had Jack agreed to Dad’s request that he leave me for a night or two. I wanted to think that he had protested and would never give me up that easily. The feeling that I was being used by Dad and Jack just wouldn’t go away. I had to talk to Jack. I found him cleaning up after a massage session.
“Dad wants me to try to coax a hard-on from Buddy. What’s your take on this?” He looked a little flustered at my confrontational tone, maybe I hoped, a little guilty.
“Yeah, he brought it up to me this afternoon. I told him I didn’t think it was a good idea. It would amount to having an unsolicited sexual move put on him by another guy, and it might set him back for who knows how long, but we finally agreed that for the sake of the program we’d ask you to help out. It would be a very delicate assignment for you if you agreed. Did you?”
“What could I say? To tell you the truth, I feel like I would be cheating on you if Buddy and I ended up having sex.”
His expression softened and wrapping his big arms around me, he said, “Don’t worry about that, I think we care for each other too much to let a little medical or psychological experiment get in the way. I won’t try to make up your mind for you, but you might think of it as repaying your dad for all that he’s given you over the years. This means a lot to him, and you mean a lot to me. Besides, it will give me an excuse to make it up to you. So there!”
I felt a little better about going ahead with my new duty after talking with Jack. It was after all, for the good of Dad’s program, and I stood to benefit if it was successful. It was agreed that I would give it a try and invite Buddy to my room to catch that night’s soccer game between Latvia and Bolivia. How exciting could that be? Maybe he would get bored, and we could get on with some other subjects, porn flicks for example.
Later that evening, after supper, and everyone had gone about their leisure activities, I found Buddy alone upstairs in the bunkroom. He seemed to be deeply engrossed in a copy of Sports Illustrated until he saw me approaching. Looking up and giving me a big smile at least made me feel welcome to his world.
“Just catching up on the big world of soccer, since I can’t play anymore for awhile, I can at least enjoy the sport vicariously.”
My plan was working even easier than I could have hoped for. He missed soccer, my TV would receive a satellite feed from ESPN, and there was a game going on right now.
“You’re in luck my friend. Just so happens that there is a game tonight that I was planning to watch. You’re welcome to come on down to my room and relax and enjoy the game with me.”
“That’s damn nice of you to ask. I accept.”
Entering my room for the first time, he seemed impressed. “You’ve got nice digs down here, not that things aren’t comfortable upstairs, but a whole lot more private.” As he glanced around the room, a puzzled look came over his face as he saw that there was only one bed. “Don’t you share this room with Jack?”
I calmly explained that yes, we are sharing but only on a temporary basis, so he can be here to help me out while the group was in residence. I also made it clear that Jack would not be spending the next two nights with me. This seemed to satisfy his curiosity. I closed the door so as not to annoy the other residents.
Planning ahead, I had removed the only chair in the room, so that there would be no place to sit but on the bed while watching the game. The stage was set.
As I predicted, the game sucked, and Buddy seemed to lose interest after the first hour. God knows, I had lost interest in the first two minutes. The time was not a total waste and had given me ample opportunity to check this guy out. Not bad stuff. He was about six-feet tall, not more than 170 lbs., close-cropped light brown hair, terrific legs and a very quiet, calm personality. It was hard to believe that this hunk could be impotent even with his sports injury, but maybe we could do something about that. I started out by asking him how life was around campus, are their lots of chicks available and so on. He seemed a little annoyed that I was asking about his social life but did open up a little bit.
“Campus life is just about what you would imagine. There are plenty of women available, but for the past two years, since my injury, I haven’t been dating any of them. You can figure out why.”
“Wow, that must be frustrating. I know if I don’t shoot my load every day I’m like a caged tiger. Do you ever have wet dreams?” This question got his attention, and he opened up like a broken dam.
“If I could have a wet dream, I would be the happiest man on earth. Nothing ever happens. I sometimes think there must be a gallon of semen and sperm just waiting to be released, but no matter how hard I try to get my prick to do something, nothing works.”
Looking very concerned, I appeared to be giving this problem some serious thought. “What happens when you watch a porn flick?”
“I don’t have any pornography in my dorm room, and even if I did, there isn’t enough privacy to enjoy it.”
Picking up the tape Dad had given me, I presented it to him saying: “Here’s your chance. I haven’t seen this one, but what the heck, it can’t b
e that bad.”
Before he could protest, I popped the tape into the VCR and hit play and shut the bedside lamp off, leaving the room in partial darkness. I was now in charge.
“Here, grab an extra pillow and prop yourself up against the headboard, let’s see what this is all about. If you don’t mind, I’m going to make myself comfy by getting rid of these work jeans.”
Stripping down to my boxers felt good. My cock found its rightful place nestled on top of my balls as they hung loosely between my thighs. Buddy was already wearing just a T-shirt and a pair of nylon tennis shorts, so I didn’t want to suggest, just yet, that he get anymore comfortable.
The video title came up on screen. Sluts of the NFL. A lot of hot locker-room action took place between three cheerleaders and an entire fictitious football team, sucking, fucking, pussy-eating, you name it. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Buddy for any reaction. His eyes seemed glued to the action, and after the first few minutes, he moved his left hand to his crotch and was lightly massaging his soft cock through the thin fabric of his shorts, seeming to forget that I was there just two feet away from him. In the dim light, I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He was getting something out of this porn but no sign of an erection. After about twenty minutes, the video suddenly segued to another.
This time, there was an image of a large shower stall and a male figure barely visible in the steam. Another male enters the stall and immediately starts applying soap to his body while engaging the other in conversation. Bending down to pick up a dropped bottle of body wash, we get a good view of his nice little ass.
Wait a minute! That’s my fuckin’ ass! Holy shit! It’s a video of me and Bruce! What the hell is going on here? Somehow, Dad had secretly caught us on tape. I knew what was coming next but could only sit paralyzed as I watched myself sucking Bruce’s cock. I slowly looked toward Buddy to see what his reaction to this man-on-man was. He was intently staring at the screen, his hand definitely moving more aggressively on his crotch.
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