Date: Sun, 27 May 2001 04:19:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com> Subject: Downsize 3 Downsize 3 By Bald Hairy Man e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org or email@example.com This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. These are all new stories. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments. I called Bubba as soon as Jules left and thanked him. He said that he was planning a trip to Richmond to attend a police chief meeting and wanted to know if I wanted to go along. I had some loose ends I needed to clean up in my former home so I said I would come along. His meetings were at a suburban Ramada so I made reservation in a downtown hotel so that we would be apart from the main group. Bubba picked me up at three on Friday afternoon and we had a good drive. Most of our conversations to date had been either about sex or public speaking. We talked continuously on the drive to Richmond and found we shared common interests and likes and dislikes. He was more conservative politically than me, but he hated fakes and opportunists as much as me. He told me that he had never had a problem getting along with the powers that be except when Powers Godfrey was mayor. Powers was a 100% opportunist. We agreed on that. We checked in at the Jefferson Hotel and he went to his meeting and I went to see some friends. He got back around nine and we went to the bar in the hotel for a drink. The building is a spectacular late Victorian pile and Bubba conceded that it was a giant step up from the suburban Ramada. We were on our third drink when someone called out Bubba's name. It was a former colleague of Bubba's, Richard Lager. He was the police chief of one of the tidewater cities. Bubba had served under him as a rookie. It was clear that Richard was a few drinks ahead of us. He was staying at the Ramada and had come into town for a good time apart from the other policemen. He and Bubba got along well and were exchanging stories and reminiscences. I felt a bit like a fifth wheel but the two men were enjoying themselves. When we got up to leave, Richard staggered a bit. "Damn. I think I must have had more to drink than I thought." He said. "Well you can't drive back to the boonies like that." Bubba said. "Come up to the room and sleep it off." "I can't do that." Richard said. "A cold shower might be good, though." We went to our room and sat down. We all had another drink from the small bar in the room. I began to doubt Richard's sincerity about sobering up. At first, I was a bit afraid that he would be bothered by us sharing a room, be he didn't seem to mind at all. He and Bubba were still talking up a storm. Richard got up and went into the bathroom. "I need to get on my way. Would you mind if I shower?" He asked when he returned to the room. "Go right ahead." I said. "We don't want to be arrested for contributing to the delinquency of a police chief." "No headlines, Police Chief DUI!" Bubba added. "It isn't seemly." Richard began to strip. "I haven't been in this hotel since it was restored. It's spectacular." Richard said as he peeled off his shirt. "The shower is like the ones at the academy." Bubba laughed. "It's a lot smaller and a lot cleaner!" Bubba said. "But the tile is the same." The showers were black and white tile, nothing unusual but similar to turn of the century baths. "I love a real shower, not a converted tub." Richard said. "I seem to feel nostalgic for those days fifteen years ago when you could get naked in a shower with the guys and not have to hold your gut in for the duration of the shower. The last time I did it, I was afraid I'd pass out before I washed my hair!" We all laughed. "There is nothing wrong with a little beef on a man." I said. Richard had more than a little beef and he appreciated the thought. "Everyone fills out some." Richard's black hair had a standard police man's crewcut. His thick chest hair was salt and pepper with a white patch in the middle. I guessed that Grecian formula played a role in his pitch-black crew cut. He had a deep tan. By this time he was all but naked and I expected him to go in the bath to drop his shorts. The minute he exposed his cock, I knew why he wasn't modest. He possessed a full set of baby makers, both balls and cock. "Shit Richard." Bubba said. "I'd forgotten that called you Donkey Dickie." Richard fondled his balls and shook his cock to give us a better view. "You never saw me in the showers?" Richard asked. He expected that his cock would be admired, and he wasn't shy at all. "Nope, but that cock of yours was the subject of comment." Bubba said. "They joked about it, but it always seemed to inspire some real admiration from those who had seen it." "You had some admirers too." Richard said to Bubba. I realized where this conversation was headed. Richard paused. "We're all guys here, why don't you join me in the shower?" Bubba looked at Richard in the eye, then at me. He winked. I smiled and twenty seconds later we were all naked. The shower was big, but not really big enough for three large men. We bumped into each other and soaped each other up. I was a high school history teacher wedged in a shower with two chiefs of police, and was slightly suspicious that this was a set up. I was a bit uncomfortable but while I was rinsing my hair Richard deep throated my cock. All of a sudden we were all aroused and in heat. We got out of the shower, dried off and got on the bed. Richard sucked me while I sucked Bubba and Bubba licked the donkey dong. I immediately realized that this wasn't Richard's first time. He was a pro. We went at it for a few minutes and then came up for air. "I'm sorry Bill." Bubba said. "When I told you that Richard and I were old friends, I didn't tell exactly how friendly we had been. This ain't the first time we've been naked together." "I made him bring me here." Richard said. "I wanted to meet you. He said you were special." Bubba laughed. "Don't let that fucker feed you a line. Dickey was casually interested until I mentioned that you were hung. He's got a powerful interest in cock." As if to underline that point Richard deep throated my cock again. It vanished in his mouth and felt as if he were contacting his throat to stimulate it. "Richard is a real prize winner when it comes to cock sucking. Especially when he is inspired." I had never had sex with someone watching before. I thought I would be embarrassed, but I seemed to be so excited it didn't mater. Bubba apparently didn't mind seeing me with his friend. He had been there before and wanted me to have the same experience. Bubba was sitting back on the bed and he held me in his arms while Richard worked on my cock. "Just relax Bill. Richard loves this." Bubba whispered to me as Richard sucked away. "Just let the juices flow. Dickey likes anything that comes out of a cock. He just eats it up." I told him I wanted to give him my cum. He hugged me tighter. "Don't worry. Your bull balls will make up whatever you shoot out." Bubba whispered. "We're all members of the same fraternity." He played with my tits and the hair on my chest. I didn't try to hold back and soon I began to shoot. Bubba held me as Dickey took my load. He drained every drop. I couldn't believe how relaxed I felt as Bubba held me while Richard sucked me dry. I was exhausted but blissful. It was wonderful. I rolled over and Richard worked on Bubba with the same result. Finally Richard got up. I had recovered some and Richard got his cock in licking distance. He was fully erect, but the foreskin still covered his entire cock. His bloated cock head only barely parted the pucker. He got into a position where I could suck him. I wasn't very interested, since I was in that relaxed state after an orgasm, but I wanted to be polite. I stuck out my tongue and flicked it inside the skin, barely touching the enshrouded head. It was like an electric shock. All the pre cum he had leaked while he sucked me and Bubba was trapped inside the skin. I had liked Bubba's juice. Richard had the mother load of man taste. I feverishly worked my tongue into the tight space between the head and the skin and savored the smell and taste. I was in heaven. The pre cum inspired me. I worked my tongue into the foreskin and licked around Richard's head. Eventually the skin retraced and bare head was in my mouth. Richard's head must have been exceptionally sensitive, he was moaning as my tongue licked it. He oozed more and more pre cum. I may not be a great sucker but Richard was ripe. He shot of a record load after about five minutes. We were three happy guys, relaxed and drained. We all fell asleep. The phone rang at seven with a wake up call. We all jumped in the shower again and had another suck fest. I had vague thoughts about dominant and passive sexual roles and guessed that the police chiefs were dominant. Richard was a bull of a man and loved sucking. I tried to suck him again but he wanted my cock so much I let him drain me again. He had to be back at the Ramada at eight so Bubba and I were alone for a while. "He seems like a nice guy." I said. "Not what I expected at all." "He's gruff and all business when he's dressed." Bubba said. "He's a different man naked." "You worked under him?" "For about three years." Bubba said. "He is really helpful to young men." "I could see that!" I said. Bubba laughed. "Not that way." Bubba said. "He never took advantage of anyone. He is genuinely interested in his men and does what he can to get them through the rookie years. He also seems to have the most prefect gaydar of any man I have ever known. We looked at each other a lot while I worked for him, but never got down to sex play until after I was reassigned." "I must have the worst gaydar in the world." I said. "I wouldn't have guessed that you or he were gay." "Well. Richard is a good judge of character. He could tell if a guy was all right. Not just gay or straight, he can spot a man with a problem a mile away. I didn't understand my sexual interests and he helped me out." "Sex lessons?" Bubba laughed again. "No. He showed me that you can be a cop, gay and a man. They aren't mutually exclusive." Bubba said. "That's a big problem for some guys. I've always suspected that many of the drinking problems on the force are related guys who can't admit they like what they like." "I certainly wasn't too good about it." I said. "You have been an eye opener." he had to leave for the day's meetings so I had a leisurely morning. I called a few friends, but everyone was either busy or out of town. I decided to take a walk. I had lived in Richmond for years, but my knowledge of the city was based on what I could see at a stop light. I wandered to the west toward the revitalized neighborhoods next to Monument Avenue. I had an enjoyable time looking at the statues of defeated Confederates and the big houses on the street. I was looking at a striking Tudor house when a man came out and asked if I was looking for someone. He was a big, stocky man with a blond beard. In another ten years he could play Santa. "No." I said, "I was just admiring the house. I drove down the street twice a day for 25 years and had never looked at them closely before." I told him I had moved away and was back for a weekend. "I'm Bill Williamson. I was with Fidelity for years." "Were you a member of the executive massacre three years ago?" the man asked. "I sure was." I said. "It seemed like a disaster then, but it had worked out well." "I'm Charles Austin." the man said. "Vice President for personnel for VirginiaBanc. It was a gold mine for us. You should have come by to see me. I don't believe Fidelity did what they did to their staff. They still haven't recovered." "I hate to sound like a poor looser, but that bit of information has made my day!" I said. "I thought the new chairman defined short sighted." Charles laughed. "The layoffs never produced any savings at all." he said. "The bank has barely broken even ever since. The chairman was sacked three months ago." "Golden parachute?" "He thought he had a golden parachute." Charles said. "It was all in Fidelity stock. He had driven it so low that he was lucky to get 15 cents on the dollar. Had to sell his house to avoid going bankrupt." "He had to sell the Taj de Jerk?" I asked. Charles burst out laughing. "Is that what you called it?" he asked, still laughing. "We called it the Palais de Airhead, after his wife." The chairman's house was very big, very vulgar and ugly to boot. We exchanged more nasty comments and Charles asked me in to see his house. It was a great house. It was bright and cheerful and filled with handsome furniture and art. Charles had distinctive and interesting tastes. Modern paintings and fine antiques jostled together in surprising combinations. It wasn't decorated. It was furnished. I also noticed there were no photographs of a wife and kids and there was no mention of a wife. The kitchen was clever and spacious. "I entertain a lot." he explained. "Big official parties sometimes, but more often small events. I like to see how prospective staff members do in a social situation. Your former chairman failed that one big time." "What happened?" I asked. "A major faux pas?" "Worse than that." Charles said. "Wanted to know where my wife was, and was really worried when he discovered that I am a bachelor with a taste for art and antiques. He must have thought I was going to jump him for crazed sex. It was an odd display." "They said he was a straight arrow." I said. "A pillar of his church." "A broken arrow is more like it. He was shocked to be in a gay man's house, but didn't have any problem firing 500 long term employees and ruining their lives." Charles said. "Liz Bender, the wife of my bank's president told me that the Airhead asked her if she knew there were fags working for the bank." "What did she say?" "She said that she didn't know for a fact that fags worked for VirginiaBanc, but that she was positive assholes worked for Fidelity." Charles said. "Liz isn't prone to take prisoners." He offered me a cup of coffee and we sat at the kitchen table. "Well I had a wife and kids until I was fired." I said. "She failed the in good times and bad times part of the marriage test." "I'm sorry to hear that." Charles said. "You said that things turned out well for you. Is that professionally or personally?" "Both, and rather unexpectedly so. I'm teaching now and loving it." "And personally?" Charles asked. "I've found a new friend." "Wedding bells in your future?" "It's against the law. He's a cop." "Hot damn!" Charles said. "I love men in uniform." "Apparently I do too." I said. "Although I didn't realize it until I met Bubba." "Double hot damn! I really love redneck cops!" I burst out laughing. "If I said he was middle aged and hairy, would you like him even more?" I asked. Charles nodded his head. "I need to meet your friend. Would you boys like to come by for drinks tonight?" Charles said. "I think we would have a good time. I'm afraid you may have guessed, but you had described every fetish I have." "He's at meetings all day, but I'd be glad to ask him when he gets back." I said. "He's open minded." I was thinking about our evening with Richard. Bubba didn't mind group activities. "If you could come over, I'd love it." Charlie said. We talked for a while and then I returned to my walk. Charlie made sure I had his phone number. I wandered as far as the Virginia Museum, looked at an exhibit and got back to the hotel by three. Bubba returned at four and I told him of my encounter with Charles. This wasn't the first time he encountered a man with an interest in cops. He wasn't surprised, and was mildly interested, but he said Richard was really turned on by that kind of guy. Bubba called Richard and told him of my find. Then I called Charlie and said we might drop by, but would he mind a second cop? Charlie didn't mind at all. He asked if we could be there by 6:30 and we agreed. He asked if Bubba could wear his uniform and Bubba had no objection. By the time all the arrangements were made I was having misgivings. It seemed to me that the party would be uncomfortable for all of us. I showered and got dressed and we drove off to Charlie's house. Charlie had told me that he entertained a lot and the minute we were in the door that was really obvious. He was the perfect host. He was accustomed to entertaining people whom he didn't know and he immediately put us at ease. He showed Bubba the house, and poured a drink. The doorbell rang and Richard arrived and was greeted in a similar way. Charlie was completely natural and comfortable and kept the conversation going in an easy manner. He focused attention on his guests and was interested in each of us. He was very well educated and cultured but had no problem getting along with Bubba and Richard, both of whom had an average education. Charlie had an encyclopedic knowledge of bank robberies and bank fraud. He had been the public spokesman for the bank before he was put in charge of personnel, so he had been at the scene of every robbery speaking to the media for 15 years. His knowledge was encyclopedic and funny. He had no great respect for robbers as a class and knew that 90% of the men were idiots or fools. He ordered out for pizzas and we had dinner in his kitchen. The conversation and gin flowed easily. It was a pleasant evening. I went off to the toilet and when I returned Charlie was rubbing Bubba's crotch. Richard was unbuttoning Charlie's shirt. The games had begun. "Let's go to the exercise room before we get too far along." Charlie said. We trooped to a door and went into the basement.