Inevitable 4
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 bldhrymn@aol.com.
I would like to think my sexual prowess was due to my sparkling intellect and sexual endowment. My House, William's Rest, played a major role. The house sits alone on a large, wooded site, and is not visible from any public road. There is an impressive stone and iron entrance gate, but it is locked. I use what was once the service entrance to the side. You have to know it's there to find it. If you are closeted gay man, you can visit William's Rest without being seen. It is completely private. You can both let your hair down and get your cock up without a chance of discovery.
This was most important to Tim who was a fireman. While officially being gay was okay, unofficially getting promoted was hard. Tim saw me as a father figure. His own father left his mother when Tim was four. His grandfather never forgave her for marrying his father, so there were no important men is his early life. His mother was a good woman, who had an eight hour a day job to provide for Tim. She recently died, and Tim had little support. Sex with Tim was good, and it developed into a close relationship.
In some ways the Fire Department and the rescue squad were clubs for single men. Relationships became close when you worked together in dangerous situations. The Fire Department was a good alternative to bars and taverns. Tim was a leader of men so the guys who didn't date much gravitated to him. Every once and a while Tim would come by with some friends to chill out. For most of them chilling out was the same as getting their rocks off.
When one of his guys, Roddy Ranger, was seriously injured, and he stayed with me. He worked with the utility crew. Roddy had lived with his parents in the upstairs bedroom. He couldn't get upstairs or into the bathrooms due to his injuries. Tim told me about his situation. I told him that Roddy could stay at William's Rest in the former gardener's rooms behind the kitchen.
We called it the Bunkhouse. It had two private rooms, and a large space used for sleepovers when my father had had parties with school mates. It also had an oversized shower. Roddy was in a wheelchair, so he took the big room. It became a studio apartment.
He was a small, muscular man with a beaver sized black beard. He had a cleft pallet and was embarrassed to talk. In his spare time, he trained service dogs, and his current dog, Ajax, moved in with him. I was a little uneasy about Ajax, but he was both helpful and protective. Roddy had taught him to pick up clothes and put them into a laundry basket. Ajax had standards with respect to people. He could sense problems and was alert for problems.
Tim arranged for physical therapy, and the men in the Fire Department visited regularly. I told Roddy the dress code in the house was non-existent. Being naked was fine.
"Bare assed naked?" he asked.
"Bare assed naked is fine," I told him. "Bare ass naked, erect and dripping is okay too." That was good for him since getting pants on was difficult for him.
The next morning, he was naked in his bed, sporting a morning hard-on. I asked if he needed some help with it.
"I can take care of that myself," he said. "It's harder to deal with the sticky stuff."
"I can take care of the sticky stuff," I said as I leaned over and sucked him.
"You don't need to do that," he moaned.
"It's my pleasure. When I say that, I mean it's really my pleasure!" I explained. About five minutes later he shot off a spectacular load. I had to swallow twice.
"You didn't need to do that," he said. "I can take your load. Some guys used to make me take their cum in High School.
"You don't need to take mine," I said. "I think it tastes better when you really want it. By the way, I wouldn't mind sucking you to sleep." Roddy was already asleep after mt blow job. I used to get annoyed when that happened. Now, I think of it as a sign of a job well done.
I found out from Tim that Roddy had a rough time at school with bullies. He had never taken a load voluntarily. That also explained his muscular body. He was ready to put up a fight now. Tim had sucked him, but he had never sucked another guy. That was no problem for me since I was away ready to harvest his ball juices without any reciprocation.
I also got along with his buddies. They were nice guys. They weren't the guys at the top of their class, but they all worked. I think the fire department and rescue squads provided excitement and respect. They were also dependable. I laughed to myself. Years earlier I discovered that being brilliant and not dependable was the same as being useless. I had hired a few brilliant scholars who just couldn't manage to teach every class.
Somehow the word was out that I was open minded about sexual preferences and practices. Several of Roddy and Tim's friends were willing to be accommodating sexually. Lonnie was a stock boy at Wal-Mart who worked the night shift. He came by to visit Roddy after lunch. They talked and Roddy told him I had taken his cum, but he hadn't taken mine.
Lonnie was also a nice guy who wanted to help when ever he could. We had a chat. He told me that he might like doing naked stuff with guys. He hadn't done much, but he thought he would like it. "Roddy told me he liked what you did with him," he said.
I smiled. "It was good for me. He needed to have some fun in his life," I said. Lonnie didn't know what to say. "Is there any chance you like the same stuff as Roddy?" I asked.
Lonnie looked relieved and said, "I think I do. Roddy said it was bare assed naked. I liked to be naked with guys."
"Do you like Roddy's cock?" he asked. "I've never eaten his cum, but I would like too."
"It tastes best when you like the man who is shooting." I replied.
"I was thinking about taking it first and getting to like it," he said.
"Well Lonnie, I've done that before and it turned out really well," I said. "Would you like to try it?" Lonnie was more than willing. We stripped. He dropped to his knees and started sucking.
"Lonnie, I have a suspicion you are an old-fashioned horn dog," I said.
He looked up at me and asked if that was bad. I told him that for me that was perfect. Lonnie had a short, thick cock and big productive balls. When a cock oozes as much precum as his did, you know he's enjoying it. He was soon on his back as I sucked and played a little with his hole. Lonnie liked that a lot.
"Let me suck you," he cried. We got in the sixty-nine position. I could taste him get excited as he sucked my cock. I didn't realize I was as excited as he was. I began to shoot off and Lonnie did the same a second later. Lonnie must have been saving it. It plentiful and sweet. It tasted good. Lonnie was a happy man. He went home, but his visits became much more regular.
On one of his visits, he brought two of his pals with him to meet me. Douglas and Franklin were five years older than Lonnie and worked in the hospital as orderlies. They were big guys. Being big was helpful with over-weight[BW1] and rambunctious patients. They were mild mannered but looked intimidating and I assumed a scowl from either man would scare a problem patient.
There were mellow, laid back men. They used their intimidating size to avoid problems. Apparently. A nurse or doctor with a problem would tell the patient he had better calm down of they would have to call in the "Boys." That was enough to calm most patients.
All big men aren't big everywhere, but Douglas and Franklin genitals were just short of being exhibitions at the County Fairs. Franklin was a blond, Viking type. Douglas had black hair from head to toe and was Greek and Armenian.
They knew Lonnie through the Rescue Squad and they had some men's room interludes with him. Lonnie was short and he hardly needed to bend over to suck their cocks. They became friends, and sex buddies.
Lonnie introduced me as a friend and playmate. I asked if they were playful. Franklin said there were playful too, and Lonnie was a fun guy to be with.
"I kind of mentioned we had some naked fun," Lonnie said,
I began to unbutton my shirt. Two or three minutes later we were all naked.
"You are big boys," I remarked.
"Is that a problem?" Douglas asked.
I smiled. "It has never been a problem in the past," I said. "I think of big cocks as an opportunity."
"There are three of us here," Franklin said.
"I think that means there are three opportunities here," I replied. Franklin laughed, and all was well. I had always assumed that sex would teach itself, but I had run into several men who were shy and timid. Five minutes later I understood that shy and timid did not apply to Douglas and Franklin. They were prize winning thoroughbreds waiting for the starting shot.
They may not have much sexual experience, but they were willing and ready. They were more than willing to take my lead. They saw me as a guide, but also realized I loved sex with men. They weren't fragile youths. Lonnie was shy but he didn't want to be left out.
I was sucking Doug; Frank was sucking me, and Lonnie was sucking Frank. Doug and Frank were not tentative or uneasy at all. Doug was excited. and after five minutes he shot off in my mouth. I took every drop of his impressive load with enthusiasm. He twitched and shivered with every ejaculation.
We rotated and I took care of Frank. His cock was ripe and my tongue quickly found the button that turned on his orgasm. While Doug had an explosive orgasm, Frank was more like the Mississippi in flood. He oozed globs of sperm until I had to swallow, and then continued to ooze.
When we broke apart, I noticed that Doug was still hard, I lubricated his cock and impaled myself on it. He had a big cock, but it was even bigger in my ass. It was filling and beautiful. I bounced and he tryed to get deeper into me. When he shot off, I rolled off of him. Frank immediately refilled my cum filled ass with his cock.
"Lonnie, come over here and give our pal's cock some loving," Frank ordered.
I discovered that my ability to take large cock form men I barely knew was higher than I had guessed. Frank, Doug and eventually Lonnie discovered that their cocks were perfectly at home in my ass. They were perfect gentlemen when they were in me. After an hour. Our foursome broke up and they went home.
I hoped they would come back. Sometimes the enthusiasm of the past vanishes in retrospect. I thought about it. I wondered if I had crossed over the line between enthusiastic and slutty. My ass had been well used. Not only had three men I barely knew used me, but they had also dumped their most personal fluids in me and used is as a lubricant substitute.
I laughed to myself. I hadn't achieved a doctorate and become the chair of the department without considerable skills at rationalization. The medical doctors' rule, "first do no harm," made sense to me. As a retired man there were no pressing obligations that I ignored. As far as I could tell the biblical, "do unto others as you would have them do unto you," was firmly obeyed. It was obeyed over and over again.
I laughed again to myself. I had turned myself from being a slut into a paragon of virtue. I marveled that while orgasms generate comparatively small amounts of sperm, the amount of pleasure they generate is huge. This is especially true of man-to-man sex. Men don't need to worry about pregnancy. It is pure pleasure without a the potential lifetime of caring for the children.
I had only rarely encountered cocks I disliked. I realized that Frank and Doug's cocks were different. Their orgasms were intensely satisfying. I hoped they would come back. I didn't have long to wait.
Doug called me. He told me he had enjoyed it greatly and asked if it had been good for me. I told him it had been good for me. Doug said he was afraid they had gone to far and over done it.
I told it that was not a problem adding, "At the risk of sounding tacky, if everyone had a cock like yours and Doug's, I would be a happy man.
"We dumped a lot of cum in your behind," he said.
"That is what used to be called an added attraction," I said. "I had a suspicion that you had a warm spot for Doug's cum?"
"It was good. It surprised me and was a bit embarrassing," he said.
"Nothing is embarrassing when you are rock hard and up a guy's ass," I said. "Sometimes there is some cock-asshole communication. I got turned on when you were turned on. Would you like to get together again?"
"I sure as shit would," he replied, and paused. "I know another guy I think you would like. Is that too much?"
"I hate to admit this, but so far, nothing has been too much," I said.
Frank said he would get back to me.
Later that day, Lonnie came to see me. He thanked me for the event with Frank and Doug saying they loved it. "I felt a little like a fifth wheel," he said.
"Lonnie, you have discovered the problem with group sex. Everyone has one cock and one ass. Even of you are the belle of the ball, only one man can suck you or fuck you at a time. You may have noticed, but I am not as virginal as I might be. Some men have cocks that shoot off and they want to go to bed for a few hours to recharge. You chance of being there two hours later is slim."
Lonnie laughed. "I see your point. I would like to be fucked," he said. "I saw a video about a gang-bang once." I smiled and said it would be better to make sure you could walk before you sign up for a marathon.
Lonnie, Frank, and Doug arrived after lunch on Sunday. They had two new men, Walter, and Lance. Walter worked for the best Jeweler in town. The owner was the son of the founder of the firm. Walter was the man who was helpful and knowledgeable. He was tall, beefy, and looked as if he didn't have a muscle in his body. He also looked as if he had never been in the sun. Lance was the bookkeeper for an insurance company. He was average in every way. He was a Woody Allen type, but not as macho.
I need to make a confession. I tend to make judgements about men based on the way they look. Walter and Lance did not impress me. For me it would be better to make judgements about gay men when they are nude. I seem to alter my opinions when I see their sexual equipment.
Walter and Lance were not exactly better looking naked, but the definatly had sexual potential. Walter was a gorilla and was in fairly good shape. He had poor taste in clothes. His cock was thick and stubby. Lance was a jogger, and he had a soft, seven-inch-long, white snake flanked by oversized balls.
After introductions, we chatted a little, but I mentioned I was hoping for an afternoon of sexual play with Roddy, and I asked if any of them could join me.
"Does he want company? Walter asked.
"Roddy is in much better condition. He is healing well," I said. "Let's just say that a bunch of naked men would suite him just fine!" No one needed to be convinced.
I had told Roddy about the visit and asked if he was up for it. He told me his cock was one of the few places that didn't hurt.
We went to the bunkhouse, naked. Roddy smiled and moved a blanket that covered his erect cock. The men clapped. Lonnie was with Roddy all the time scheduling and advising on sexual techniques. Lonnie made sure Roddy's cock was well exercised as was his mouth,
I was with Walter and Lance. "Just call me Wally," Walter said, "I'm Walter at the store. Lonnie told us you give lessons in taking it up the ass?"
"I do, but it more demonstrations than lessons," I said. "I do give lessons in shoving your cock into an ass. I like a guy to make a good first impression."
"Sign me up!" Lance exclaimed. "What is the fee for the class?"
"It's free, but you are expected to do clean-up," I said. "You need to swallow anything that drips, or spurts. You can also save it up your ass. It's great lube if you get lucky again. Are you okay with that? You know most of the guys here, but some are strangers."
"I kind of guessed we weren't in Kansas anymore," Wally said. "Lance was the class nerd in school. he had some problems there."
"It was bad, but I still dream about it," Lance said. "I want someone to do it right."
"We are all men and all into it," I said. "We are also all naked. There is no need to hide anything and that includes you feeling. Let it all hang out!"
I used my tried-and-true technique to open anal virgins. I let them visit my ass. While that wasn't the official automatic door opener for the virgin ass, it closely approximated it. We sucked and played for a while, and I mentioned there was an itch in a hard-to-reach place. Much to my surprise, Lance's cock was just the right length to reach the itch.
I lubricated his cock, laid back on the bed and held my legs open. Lance's cock grew to eight inches. He eased it into me. He was gentle and it was easy. I was afraid it was too gentle to pop past me sphincter. He had a bullet shaped cock head and he instinctively seemed to know what to do. He seemed surprised his cock slid in so easily.
The surprise quickly turned into pleasure as my tight ass caressed his cock. He pulsed his cock. I think he wanted it to last as long as possible. He was moaning every time He went deep. he lost control and began pumping his man seed deep into me. It was beautiful.
Lance was vocal and everyone he was shooting into me. When he pulled out, Wally's cock was ready, and he popped it into my ass. Wally's cock was short and thick, it plowed past my sphincter, and rammed my prostate. We were on the way to heaven.