Making New Friends By 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!
Fred and I had been living together for ten years. As Dr. Fred, he was a successful pediatrician. For some reason babies and children calmed down and believed him. So did the children's mothers. I am Rex Wilson. I have a consulting firm, specializing in troubled adults. I combine sympathy and lets be real advice. I rarely deal with the seriously mentally ill. I deal with the bad habit problems.
Fred and I are good friends, but our sex life had cooled. He and I had other friends and playmates. We would periodically had a meet and greet with our playmates and their special friends. We had an official phrase for a meet and greet between gay men. It was no fault fornication.
In some ways it was a foolish idea. My experience with gay men suggested that a foolish idea combined with sex might work out. Sex was always an attractive option. I was right about that. There was one element working in its favor, Fred and I had good taste in men. I invited three men, Tommy, Don and Joe. Fred invited George, Miller and Silas.
I told them that Fred and I shared common interest. We had an interest in a little fun on the side. "While we wanted to meet each other's friends, we wanted a little more. We wanted to share each other's sexual connection." I explained.
"I know we like sex," Fred said. "We are all card-carrying members of the horny gay community. If it works out, that is good. If it doesn't work out, we will just forget about it. It was an experiment that didn't work out."
"What if it works out too well?" Silas asked.
"There are worse things than having too many friends," I said. "I should apologize. Additional cocks to suck and ass holes to fuck are an opportunity to me, not a problem." The men laughed.
"Fucking is a possibility?" Don asked. "Is shooting off too much a problem?"
"Fred and I use sperm as a lubricant," I said. "For me, too much sperm is a goal, not a problem." That was the right thing to say.
A few minutes later we were all naked. Silas came to me. He was a little shorter than me, thin and a loan officer in a bank. He cock was average until he got hard. It grew larger in my ass and he got more enthusiastic as his tool penetrated deeper.
It was odd to have a cock that had been in my partner's ass. Not unexpectedly, it became more exciting as he pushed it deeper.
"Damn, you are tight," he exclaimed.
"Is that good?" I asked. He pushed deeper in answer to that question.
"It sure as shit is!" he replied. Silas was one of those men who worked up to an orgasm, cooled down and then worked up to another orgasm. He soon got to the orgasm. I could feel sperm flooding my ass. It was wonderful.
He pulled out and George came over to me.
"I've never fucked a sperm filled asshole before. Is that a problem for you?" he asked. George owned a construction firm. He was an overweight man dressed but muscular naked. His knob was at my hole.
"Do you mind if it is a little messy? Silas made a big deposit." I said.
"I've never fucked a used hole. I doubt it will be a problem," he said as he made a quick thrust to the dark side of my sphincter. I moaned.
"Your sphincter is nice and tight. I never did this before. It's good." He bent over me. "I can go for hours. Let me know when it is too much," he whispered. He soon shot off and I could feel each volley of sperm.
I wondered if Fred could take it as well as I did. I suspected he was just being polite.
I soon realized that was self delusion. Fred found pleasure and affection in Joe's ass. We all were sexually active men. I felt that an active sex life, kept you ready for additional sexual activity.
Of course I never had sex with a patient. While that was completely unethical, it was nightmarish idea. My cock penetrating a needy man's ass could only turn out badly, if not disastrously.
I admit that shooting off in another man is a thrill, but both the fucker and the bottom cool down quickly. Once and a while Fred discovered another man's sperm in my fuck tunnel. Fred never mentioned it, but he usually fucks me with exceptional vigor after his discovery.
George was a conventional conservative man. It was hard for him to admit he enjoyed sex with men. He expresses himself with sperm and particularly long climaxes. No one ever complained, least of all me. I was surprised when Joe's mother died in a freak accident, George was particularly attentive. Joe was a hairdresser and not at all George's type. George had problems with his father's will, and George found the right lawyer.
A week later Dudley Miller came to see me. He was the County Clerk. I knew him as an officious man, redeemed by never making a mistake in his office. That was good for a man in charge of public records. He also was interested in old records, and was good at finding and correcting them.
Dudley was heavy set, was badly dressed and did not looked the part. People tended to think he was a minor clerk in the office and say the wrong thing. His Uncle had been the previous Clerk. He tended to make mistakes. Dudley lived with his parents until they died.
"I am embarrassed to be here. I was talking with a pal and he told me I might liked you. We were old friends from High School and we had a lot of fun," he said. After an uncomfortable pause he continued. "He said you and I like the same fun things." He paused.
I helped him along some. "Are you talking about some private, man things?" I asked. He nodded. "Are you talking about things only men can do?" I asked. He nodded. "Were this things very private, kind of messy, but lots of fun?"
Dudley nodded. "My pal said these things weren't very dignified,"
"Is there any chance these were naked things?" I asked.
He nodded. "I need some one to give me lessons. Guys made fun of me in High School."
"Any chance that was in the showers?" I asked.
"You know about that?" he asked.
Fifteen minutes later we were showering together. He was in good shape, very hairy and well equipped. His mother seemed to believe he would grow taller. He was five-nine, but she bought clothes for six foot plus man, nothing fit. His never updated his clothes. His cock was six inches soft. We showered, then went to my bed. He was excited, so I sat on his cock and stayed there until he shot off deep in my ass.
It would be more correct to say he shot off, and off and off. He was a big boy but an attractive part of the weight was in semen. We went back to the shower and my cock had a meaningful interlude with his sphincter. He didn't know that his ass was a playground. He went home a happy man.
On Saturday Dudley called me and asked if he could come over again. I said that was okay, but Fred was home. He liked the same things that I did and he would like to meet him. Fortunately, often lust overcomes shyness and Dudley said that was okay.
Of course Fred knew Dudley, and he liked variety. Dudley came by after lunch. Fred was a gardener and the garden was relaxing after a week of babies and children. Dudley had the remains of his mothers garden surrounding his house. Fred's garden was beautiful, but had been all but abandoned after his mother's death.
We talked about the garden. I was getting hot so we went inside and showered. No one pretended this was anything other than a sex date the shower was a chance to bump into one another and get hard. We all knew the preview of coming events and our cocks were enthusiastic about it.
"I guess you know why I am here," Dudley said. "I am here for the same reason, but I have no idea what I am supposed to do."
"I know exactly what to do, but I don't know you at all. We all have the same equipment, but we each have our own likes and dislikes," Fred said. "I am a pediatrician. Most babies are basically the same, but completely different too. You can hope the basics are identical, but you have to look for the oddities and surprises."
Our genitals are all the same basic model. Some are bigger or smaller. Some people are crippled by their parents, of events. They may think that sex is evil. Some people think that obedience due to violence.
"Rex and I see sex as enjoyable and a major part of our lives. You may or may not see sex that way. We can see if you like our way," Fred said. "If you don't like it you can go your own way and experiment to find your own path."
"I am uneasy about this, but I want it really bad. I want to find out," Dudley said, and then added, "I've never had a guy cum in me."
"Do you want me to breed you?" I asked. Dudley nodded.
"We are a bit large for virgin," I said.
"That kind of turns me on," he said. "I want to feel it squirting." Dudley paused. "Is that strange?"
"Believe me, a lot of men like that," I said. We went to the bed. Dudley and I 69ed. Rex went for Dudley's ass. Dudley moved his legs to make his sphincter available. Since I was sucking Dudley, I knew when Fred's thin, long cock popped into the deeper recesses of Dudley's ass. I also knew how much Dudley liked it from the flow of precum from his cock. I remembered the thrill of the first time Fred deep fucked me. Fred was pumping his precum into Dudley's needy ass.
Fred moaned and shot the first salvo of the orgasm. A split second later Dudley shot off. It was as if Fred's semen went though Dudley's body into my greedy mouth. It was beautiful. For the next hour or so, the three of us explored every possible way to fuck and suck.
We also made a pleasant discovery that Dudley has had turbo-charged balls producing tasty and plentiful man seed. His slit was wide and tender, Fred loved it, and his tongue could tickle the tender lining of the piss slit as my cock explored his ass.
An hour later we were all exhausted and took a shower to clean up. The warm water allowed us to has a final exchange of sperm, and Dudley went home.