New Friends Bald Hairy Man
This is an adult story for adults. It is not for under age persons or any one who does not like gay sex stories. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ IT. It is a fantasy, and is not in any way realistic.
I went to the men's room before I boarded my plane to Washington. I am William Smithson and am the director of public works for the county. I was trying to get preliminary approval on an addition to a water treatment plan. I didn't like airplane toilets. The men's room at the airport had only two urinals in the room, and another man had the other urinal. I took a leak.
He was still there when I finished. I am six-feet four, and I noticed he was finished also and was playing with his cock. He looked at me and smiled. I returned the smile. I went to the sink, washed my hands and went to get my plane.
Purely by accident he was in the seat next to be. I introduced myself. He said he was Byron Dennis and was going to a conference on wind power. We had a good conversation. Byron knew his stuff and was actually presenting at the conference. We were staying at the same hotel, so we had dinner at the hotel restaurant and he came by my room after dinner.
After a few drinks, Byron let it slip that he was a top. I told him this was his lucky day. Byron said he loved man to man sex and was generous. I like it all and he and his cock did a thorough exploration of my body. That was good night. Early the next morning he left for is bedroom we exchanged numbers.
My meeting went well. I was worried that I might have forgotten something. Actually I am always worries I forgot something. I didn't. I went home with approval my project.
A week later Bryon called and asked if I would like to meet up again. He lived a hundred miles away, and said it was an easy drive. I lived in a high rise apartment and he liked the location. He was skilled and energetic. He liked that I was accommodating and more imaginative than he. He loved that I was always willing to play and was always interested in new sexual positions.
Several months later Bryon called. He told he had had some friends who would like to meet me. "Do you have any interest in group sex?" he asked.
I told him I didn't think so, but I would like to find out.
"I need to tell you more about them. They are older men who like sex a lot. They like no strings attached sex. In some ways you could say they are more into sex than into relationships. They are established and settled." He said. "They are acquaintances with sexual benefits. They are also nice guys when erect."
"That sounds superficial," I said.
"That depends if you think a cock shooting off in your ass is superficial." He said.
"Do they reciprocate?" I asked.
"Eventually," he said. "If they are excited they will take cum and swallow. If they get really excited they will open their Holy of Holeys for you. You have noticed my orgasms' are forceful. They like that. They liked that a lot.
I wasn't sure, but I decided to go with Byron. I knew that I always was interested in sex with men but I often avoided it and had never been in a group situation before.
Byron picked me up Saturday after lunch. We drove to an older neighborhood and drove down a long driveway to an older house. The man who greeted us introduced himself as Max. We went in and met three men David, Carl and Theo.
"I know Byron told you about our little group. We like sex with men without complication of complex emotions. Affection is allowed, indeed encouraged, but it is directly associated with the orgasm," Max said. "Affection increases with the erection and decreases after the orgasm,"
"There is one little variation on this scheme," Theo added. "Sometimes affection continues as long as the sperm is liquid. You can assume all is well as long as sperm is dripping. That applies to both the ass and mouth. We discovered that a sperm filled ass is most enjoyable, and a kiss is in enhanced by the presence of sperm."
"We are old friends. You are new. While we are a bit fixed in our ways, but our way is not the only way. If you like it here, your way will become our way." Carl said.
It turned out that the activities might be best described as a cheerful, affable gang bang. Every man sucked and fucked. Sperm was everywhere and generously shared. Every ass was open, especially mine.
I had always thought I was a conservative, conventional man. It is nearly impossible to be wild and crazy man designing water treatment plans. I had discovered some weaknesses in conventional design and corrected them. That was well received.
Being naked with four men sharing each other's cocks and sperm in my ass was a real trip on the wild side for me. It was a good trip for all of us. Naked, sexually excited men can't hide their feeling or desires. The men were well hung and were experienced. I reacted enthusiastically, and they liked that a lot.
Cocks have no ability to pretend. My cock loved being enveloped by a mouth or ass. Each of the men could tell I was interested. A cock isn't shy. It always responds enthusiastically. The men were not amateurs. They knew what they were doing, and I was taking their cock with enthusiasm.
I found out later that I was the first new member in years to take each cock and every orgasm. I also took every spewing cock with enthusiasm. As the group got older they knew fewer young men. They complimented me on my toned ass. I didn't know an ass could be toned, but I liked the compliment anyway.
The group broke up after two hours. Byron took me home and then fucked me for the next hour or so. He told me that he loved sperm as a lubricant, and his pals had given me their best. "I am not a romantic, but plowing my cock through your cum filled ass is a real treat," he said. "It's like a sperm éclair."
"That's good?" I asked.
Byron smiled and said, "You and I both know it was good. This wasn't an audition, but had it been, you would have passed with flying colors."
"I would like to do it again," I said.
"At our next get together you will have changed from bottom to top," He said. Byron paused briefly. "We lost some playmates because our members liked younger men. Word about your ass will spread quickly."
"They liked it that much?" I asked.
"You took four loads. The guys like man lube a lot," he said. I must have looked uneasy.
"Don't worry, you cock juice will be in demand," Byron added. "I have a feeling Max will be first in line. Slipping you cock into an ass lubricated by a pal is a treat. It is both a lubricant and a taste treat." During the course of the next two weeks several men hinted that they had some close, intimate friends who would like to meet me.
I was uneasy about this, but I realized that these men who wanted to meet me were just as uneasy. I eventually realized I wanted to meet them. My connection with Byron and his friends was better than anything I had ever experienced and I wanted more. It took a little while to admit I wanted more sex, not more friends. Several weeks later I realized that men could be sex partners and friends too. Like our Puritan fore bearers there was everyday life and there was a big secret, sex.
The next event was on the Thanksgiving holiday. Since many of the men were older, they would celebrate Christmas with their families, but they partied on Thanksgiving. I went to Max's house for a the Thanksgiving event.
There were ten or more naked men at the party. The men from the first get together had given me a good review and the new men all wanted to sample me. At first I was a little insulted. I then realized I was a middle aged man who was still considered sexually desirable. It could have been worse. I decided to go with the flow.
Byron arrived with three younger men. They liked daddies so they were a good and all but insatiable addition. I soon discovered that being in a school gym or a dormitory shower was entirely different from an orgy. A glance or two at a cock showing a little sign of an erection is entirely different from an orgy. At the party an erection wasn't an embarrassment, it was the reason for the party. It soon became a precum dripping invitation.
It took a little while to get used to the nudity, but knowing that nudity was only the prelude to the sexual banquet eliminated any shyness. Shyness wasn't a problem. My cock was semi erect when I got there. They all noted and liked that. A little drop of precum from my cock head was admired. One man said it was tasteful without being gaudy.
I was a little surprised they noticed. I laughed to myself. If a gay man at a gay party can't drool a little precum, who can. A man came over to me and introduced himself as Stan and said he owned a roofing company. He had once been good looking. Some muscle remained but was showing signs of age. He had a great tan.
"I need to warn you," he said. "This is a sex group and there is a definite preference for anal."
"I have the same preference," I said. "I have no problem with anal." I looked down. Even soft he was well equipped. I leaned close to him. "I was just tested, so I am ready to boogie!"
"The tall guy talking to Byron is a doctor. He is good about that, really good." Stan said. "Every one here is into it." he paused. "There is another new guy here, Dallas. He is a job captain for me. He's a big boy where it counts. He likes to top. I haven't tried him out yet. As I said he is big."
"Are you matchmaking?" I asked.
"I plead guilty on that," Stan said. "He's horny as shit." Somehow we went over to see him.
Dallas wasn't shy at all. He was muscular and had a hairy chest. His cock was semi-erect. He noticed I checked him out.
"Do you liked what you see?" he asked. "I'm sorry I am so direct. My mother told me that I am too direct."
"I was told this was a sex party. I think you and I have a common interest," I said.
"That is?" he replied.
"My ass or mouth," I said. "Bareback turns me on. My ass loves it when a guy begins to squirt."
"I haven't barebacked a guy in a while," he said. "The last guy I fucked said I made a mess. I shoot a big load."
"You can fuck me twice if there is any left over," I said. Dallas smiled. He was 100% redneck, but he was careful. He coated his cock in lube and pushed it in half way.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I sure am!" I replied. He pushed the rest into my ass. I was briefly winded, but soon the cock worked its magic.
"Nice and tight," Dallas moaned. "Are you sure there is room for a full load of man cream?"
"No problem," I said.
Dallas was an expert top. He knew his way around a guy's ass and knew what worked well. He pulled out to avoid premature ejaculation. Stan took his place. This wasn't his first rodeo. When Dallas said he was ready to fuck again, Stan spurted two volleys into me. Dallas liked that, and shortly had a huge orgasm. Some sperm oozed fro my ass.
A man I didn't know licked my hole. He seemed to have a long tongue, and it was surprisingly pleasant. I sort of zoned out. I all but fell asleep, but my ass remained quite popular.
I woke up when an older man licked my cock head as his fingers fingered my ass.
"I hope you don't mind, but I thought you were due a rest," the man said. "I am Dr. Roberson. Your hole still has muscle tone. That is a good sign."
"Are you a Proctologist?" I asked.
"I sure am, but since I am doing this out of curiosity, I can't use my cock to do a fuller exploration," he said. "I can tell you that your ass seems to be in good shape. This is a good group of men. They have no interest in pain. Some men can't deal with being gay. They want to punish gay man for opening their ass for them. Luckily they sometimes shoot off before they can do any damage," he said.
"Does this happen very often?" I asked. He touched something pleasurable in my ass. I moaned.
Dr. Robertson smiled and said, "I noticed that several men hit that spot. Sexually, you are an open book. If we meet again my cock would work it over. I think you would discover a new level of pleasure," I opened my mouth but another man fed me his cock and I began sucking.
The Doctor pulled his finger from my ass and another cock slid into my well used ass. This was an older men who I had not seen before. When I looked at his more closely I realized he was elderly, probably in his later seventies. He was nice and hard.
The man said, "I wasn't planning to come here, but a friend said some one who was "my type" was here. He was right about that. I am Dudley Lynch." I didn't know him, but I knew who he was. He was a successful stock broker and was known as The Other Lynch referring to the New York Lynch.
I told him I was William Smithson, the sewer and water man. It turned out that he financed some of my sewer and water projects. We talked about my work as he pumped his cock in my ass. Eventually I felt him shoot off, flooding my ass. As soon as he stopped shooting, I shot off. Dudley relocated and drank my fresh from the cock sperm.
When I stopped shooting, Dudley said, "I haven't had fresh from the cock High Test in a while." I was surprised and puzzled. No one had ever complimented my cum before. The party came to an end and I went home. I didn't realize the importance of the party.
The little cock fucking group was the elate gay group in the area. They were all but unknown and intelligent. They were entirely sexual in their interests. There was no business or social reason to exist. They existed for sex, and only sex. There was no agenda except sex.
There was one complication, Dudley Lynch. His long term friend and sex buddy since high school died a year earlier. While I was almost entirely unlike his friend, Robbie, my asshole and cock were almost identical. Dudley had been declining, he was feeling good again. While his friend was dead, his sex organ came back to life.
One of his pals, Rev. Edward Miller, had a long talk with me about that. Dudley was well liked and generous. Ed was a member of the sex group. He wanted to help his friend. Dudley was a nice guy and the sex was great, but I didn't want to be his official sex toy. Dudley was unaware that Ed was talking with me, nor that sex was interesting again.
Dudley though he was just getting over his friend's death. Byron had noticed that my ass was nearly identical to Robbie's sexual equipment. My cock was all but the reincarnated the feel of Robbie's tool. I didn't need to pretend to be Robbie, my cock did that automatically.
Dudley had moved any interest in money. Money just rolled in from his law firm and investments. His son had died and the charitable foundation in his son's name was doing wonders. I was a safe companion. He was elderly man and sex made life worth living again. Rev, Miller said that rediscovering a sex life was rare and wonderful thing for a man past eighty. Dudley and I became sexual playmates.
That worked out well for Dudley, but I discovered that Rev. Miller had needs too. I met Miller when he did a funeral for Tommy Watson, one of the repair men on the Department crew. A drunk failed to notice the flashing yellow and red lights of a work area and essentially cut Tommy in half. It was a horrible event ans somehow pictures of the mutilated body were published.
Tommy had a sad wife and two children. The wife was terrified her husband would go to hell because he didn't go to church. Her minster would not do the funeral.
Rev. Miller was the priest of a church jokingly called All the Saints who came from a Good Family Episcopal Church. The child of one of the congregation when to school Tommy's children. The child was terrified of his father being in hell.
After a few telephone calls Miller said he would preform the funeral. The department staff was raising money for the funeral. Miller told them to give the money to the family. The members of All the Saints who came from a Good Family saw a chance to be something other than be a country club church. They provided a burial plot and since the day planned for the funeral was forecast to be rainy they decided have the services in the church.
The accident caused a scandal since the driver got only a slap on the wrist. The choir director said he would go the music.
The city council, most of the public works department, the general public, and a surprisingly large part of the congregation attended. Miller did a superb service, and all went well, very well.
A week later Miller came to my house and thanked me for my help in the funeral. Somehow his cock entered my ass and thanked me for helping with the service. His thank you was liquid, and rather sticky.
"Would it bother you if I left it in you. It feels really good," he said. "I see why Dudley likes you."
"That's not a problem," I said.
"Actually, I was hoping I could get hard and shoot off again. Is that possible?" He asked.
"We will find out soon," I said,