The New Circuit 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 winarch47@yahoo.com
Everyone knows that sex sells. I can add to that by that sex sells and a lot of sex sells a lot more. I run EFE Enterprises. That is Entertainment for Everyone. We focus on providing entertainment for specialized audiences. The audience is for persons who are interested in sport, especially wrestling, yoga, especially Tantric Yoga, and modern dance. Our goal is to cover any activity that his popular. I should mention our clients are groups of discerning men.
We can do one-on-one events, but group activities pay more. Our services are private and discrete. Most services are all cash, and most of our customers use nick names.
I should begin by explaining who I am and how I developed the business. I am Bone-Crusher Malone, I was a professional wrestler. My partner is Bronco Bullet. He is a wrestler too. We encountered one major impediment to fame and fortune. We looked the part, but we were terrible wrestlers. We weren't even bad enough to be the losers. No one gave a shit abought us.
After a match, a guy came up to us and asked if we would do a private exhibition for him and some fans. He offered us $500.00. We said yes. That happened to be $400.00 more than our usual fee. As I said, we were shitty wrestlers. Two days later we went to his house in a pricy neighborhood.
There were five guys waiting for us in a rec room. We changed into our costumes and wrestled. My friend Bronco gives the impression of being dumb as a rotting log in the forest, but he had a wardrobe malfunction. He told the guys he didn't have a back-up costume and asked if we could wrestle Greek style.
I wasn't 100% shocked that the men were okay with that. They were also willing to strip naked so we would feel more comfortable. Eventually the guests joined us wrestling. Bronco got carried away and somehow, his cock ended up in the host's behind. The guests displayed their disapproval by clapping and urging Bronco to breed the bastard.
Bronco is nothing if not accommodating. He got off and pulled out while he was still ejaculating. His cum drooled from the host's ass. Two of the guests were neat freaks. One sucked Bronco's dribbling cock and licked whatever splattered in the floor. The other man took the cum dripping from the host's ass. He even used his tongue to sooth the hosts overstretched asshole. We were shocked, and the host gave us $1,500.00 more so we would forget the entire episode.
It turned out that our host, Rupert Holliday, asked if we could return for his annual Christmas party. He also mentioned that he had friends who would enjoy our exhibition if we were interested. He also mentioned that if we would breed him regularly, he would be a happy man.
As I said, Bronco was not as dumb as he looked. "That would be nice, but it would be very expensive," he said, adding, "If you wanted it more than three times a day, I couldn't guarantee and full load."
We had a nice talk with Rupert and a week later EFE Enterprises was born. He provided the financial backing, and we ran the company. At first, we just served his friends, but friends have friends, and we were soon busy. Bronco was worried that if we grew too much, we might attract attention. Sex businesses need to be careful. "Never look above the clouds" was a favorite motto for Bronco.
A week later we had a second demonstration at the home of Rupert's friend, Homer. Homer lived in the country, on a large horse farm. His house was you basic twenty to twenty-five room farmhouse. It was on a hillside, so you didn't see the lower level. There was an exercise room, indoor pool and sauna, steam room and shower.
Homer was a well-preserved man of about seventy. His ten or twelve friends ranged from thirty to seventy years old. His staff was younger, and I heard one of the guests refer to them as the harem. They were all in good shape. They were wearing shorts and wife beaters.
We did our standard wrestling demonstration and this time I had the wardrobe malfunction. By the time Bronco and I were naked, about half of the guests were naked too. The other half seemed to be into jocks, both athletic and leather. Some of the jocks supported the balls only.
All were friendly and enthusiastic. I noticed that the younger men sat next to older men. In the third demonstration match, I slid my cock into Bronco's ass. This caused applause, and cries of encouragement. I later found out that this group had several get togethers a year, but we were the first to break the anal sex barrier with full penetration.
It seemed that anal sex was not completely unknown to the group and few of the men were novices. The men were polite and pleasant, but all liked full penetration. The party lasted for two and a half hours. I noticed that they were neat. All seemed to like taking the load, and some men liked to lick dripping or drooling asses. While love may not have been in the air, it was friendly and relaxed.
When the party ended, a little less than half the men stayed over. An older guy named Tom stayed with me, along with his friend, a much younger man named Tad. Tad was mostly a bottom for the older guys. Tom wanted Tad to get more experience as a top in my ass. Tom gave him detailed instructions which I suspected were unnecessary for Tad. Tad had a massive cum dump in my ass, so Tom was happy as he fell asleep. Tad nudged his cock into me in the middle of the night and at dawn. He was fully loaded each time.
Tad became our employee. He had a skill at portraying a freshly deflowered virgin. He was a good man and a nice guy. He has an inflated sex drive, and he worked with us to get control over his drive.
Homer told us about another group that entertained at parties. The Ram Patel Tantric Yoga School had done an impressive demonstration for his group a year before. He told us that Ram had an intensely sexual approach to sensual matters combined with total relaxation. He said he enjoyed the sessions.
I asked for more details. He said that Ram's Gurus were impressively equipped and were able to penetrate some of his timid friends' minds. I mentioned that our clients were not much interested in minds.
Homer laughed and said, "Let's just say that the route to the mind was unexpected." I noticed that Homer rarely spoke directly. Rupert told me that Homer once had problem with a secret recording. Much of what Homer said was ambiguous and subject to interpretation. Homer gave me Ram's secret number for special clients.
I called and discovered that Ram's group and ours would be in Atlanta at the same time. We agreed to meet. We were the entertainment for a former football player's birthday. Ram was with an older pop star's house to celebrate the full moon.
We had acquired a tour bus that had been a rodeo performer's home away from home. It had a storage room, three bedrooms and bath, kitchen and living room. Ram, and Gurus Ravi, and Shiva came to see us. Homer had given him a flattering review of our show.
Ram and Ravi were tall, Shiva was muscular but shorter. They spoke English with a British accent. Bronco and I were noticeably bigger. We got along well and had a straightforward conversation. We were a sex act pretending to be athletes. They were a sex act pretending to be spiritual leaders. They used an ancient inhalant to get their men into the mood. It was a variant of amyl nitrate.
Our meeting was a success. We were better organized and had a steady income due Rupert, our sugar daddy. We closed the deal with a mutual exchange of what we called cum, and Ram called the essence of manhood.
We all took a shot glass of water infused with the herbs and spices of the orient. Ram later told me that they had taken the same brew. When we stripped and we all admired the view. Everyone was well hung, and our cocks showed interest in their own way. Ravi and Ram double teamed Bronco. I connected with Shiva. Shiva was a hairy, fit man with a cock that looked that at might represent half of his body weight.
Shiva whispered to me, "We usually sing hymns and make incantations to create a mood. If you don't object, I was hoping we could get to the objective of out ceremonies."
"And that is?" I asked.
"Fucking like rabbits," he replied. "Our little herbal essence drink relaxes you ass and increases your desire. Usually, we only give it to our prospective followers. We all took a sip before we came. We wanted to make sure we were receptive should our meeting be successful."
Shiva dropped to his knees and chanted, "Let the life creating juices escape their imprisonment in your balls and bring joy!" He had a series of chants and incantations. After the first one he licked my slit. With each incantation he returned to my cock and swallowed more of it. He took my knob, and then took more until he had deep throated me.
"Feed me your life creating Juices!" he cried and damn if I didn't shoot off in a spectacular orgasm. he took it all, muttering the "gods be blessed" between each spurt.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
I nodded saying, "It was great."
"We will briefly rest, and I will replace your life creating juices with my own," Shiva said.
I looked over at Bronco. He was on his side with Ram sucking his cock as Ravi's cock pulsed deep in ass.
"We call that the double joy position," Shiva said. "Ram and Ravi are lovers. Ravi's life creating juices will mix with Bronco's to create a delightfully flavored brew."
"Does Bronco know that?" I asked.
Shiva leaned close to me and whispered, "No, but I suspect Bronco wouldn't believe that shit any way. Ram wanted Bronco's seed, so he signaled me to take you."
"Am I the consolation prize?" I asked.
"As my cock enters your ass you will realize I want you. I confess sometimes my cock is more truthful than my mouth," he said as he raised my legs and spread them. He looked at my hole.
"Your anus is quite beautiful. I assume many men have enjoyed it, but it still looks virgin," he said just before he poked his knob into it. Somehow as we had been talking, he had lubricated his cock. He pushed and his cock slid deeper into me.
"Damn you're big," I moaned.
"We share some of the same men. That said you are receptive and like large members," he said, "You also allow them to seed you and you compliment them. That pleases me. Cocks are big and you can easily feel them. Sperm is small and it is hard to feel an ejaculation. You were being polite by complimenting the spurting essence. That courtesy pleases me."
About five minutes later his fire hose filled my ass with steamy sperm. I didn't feel a particular sperm, but I fully enjoyed the flow of Shiva's cum as it filled my ass. It was beautiful.
Of course, Ram and my guys were sexual entertainment, but we all liked sex with men. That wasn't fake. I also had a sense that cocks don't lie. A con man can succeed using only his lying mouth. Cocks aren't that obedient.
Six months later I found another group. It was a dance-exercise group run by Marcell DuBoi. They catered to men who loved dance, but had non-standard ages, physiques, and appearance. Cynics translated that as old, flabby, and ugly. Curiously, cynicism is not a requirement for any job. Being beautiful or handsome is rarely a job requirement.
If Marcell had not been a flaming faggot, he would have made a great drill instructor. His men loved to dance and were good at it. A six-foot two man had a hard time in a chorus line. There are drag shows and strip shows, but these men like to dance. The men shared common sexual tastes, and because of a wardrobe malfunction they found an audience.
Gay dancers with an audience of gay men were a perfect fit. Bronco and I were in the audience of gay men at the home of a wealthy man. Few knew of the DuBoi Dance Company. The men danced comic skits well. When one of the men's loincloth's fell off, their dancing changed from being good to exceptional. Soon all the men were nude.
The audience loved it. The last part of the show was to give dance lessons to some of the men in the audience. Since the dancers were nude, their prospective students stripped. Nature took its course and soon all the men were nude and erect. Everything was graceful and elegant. Bronco was popular.
DuBoi made an announcement, "Our final dance was titled, "Intimate Moments." We are dropping that dance in favor of free form dancing. Our host has provided lubricant to avoid chaffing and poppers to keep your energy up."
Neither the dancers nor the audience of twelve were entirely virgin. Joining us was DuBoi's assistant, Rocko. He was naked, butch, hairy, and sported a jewel encrusted dildo where his cock should have been. Rocko was a cum hound. Once he had a few loads in him, he sat on my cock, facing way from me. Men licked my cock and the sperm that drooled from Rocko's vagina. That was more arousing than I thought for me, Rocko and the guests.
A few days later DuBoi joined EFM Enterprises. We had a Circuit of gay men who wanted something special for parties. Our services were expensive, but not for men in our clients' tax brackets. Carlton, one of DuBoi's dancers was a nurse. He was able to do quick tests to insure we were all healthy. Our clients had the same concerns and were careful too. When you have million's, it is important to delay meeting your maker if possible.
Rupert had many friends as did Homer. He might tell a contact that he had met some interesting entertainers he might find enjoyable. He would say we had a wide range of skills. "I am afraid they will eat any thing in sight, so provide for that. One of them is a good cook and provides cream filled cookies." I was a bit surprised he was mentioning that we were edible.
I mentioned that to him. He laughed, "My friends have a select and limited circle of friends. Finding new lips to suck cum from is exciting. Tasting new cum is exciting too."
"Are you sure about that?" I asked.
Rupert smiled "I can assure you of that from personal experience," he said as he looked at me. "Is that a problem?"
"It's not even close to being a problem," I replied.
Our next big gig was at a summer resort East Nowhere North Carolina. It was expensive and thus the visitors were mature, with a few exceptions. There were some boy toys and men who were being helped with their careers. I wasn't too excited about it, but when we got there, we discovered it was nude.
The social director, Dudley Monroe, was a handsome man. He looked like a lounge lizard from the 1930s. This was his summer job. He was a Broadway actor who played that sort of character on the stage. He told us some of the men thought it was a bit staid, and our acts were to add a little zip. Bronco and I were there for the wresting act. The next afternoon, the Ram Patel Tantric Yoga School would teach classes. Our dancers were at Bear & Grizzly summer camp in Georgia.
Bronco and I tend to stand out in a group off older men. There were about fifty men resort and several had wrestled in high school or college. We knew the type and we assumed some of them were involved is the traditional winner fucks the looser rituals. Bronco whispered to me that he was afraid our cocks would get callused from overuse with this group.
They were a cheerful, beefy group. They had been academic wrestlers, not television type wrestlers. We were frank about our professional wrestling careers. We were naked and they were much more interested in our cocks than our experience.
Everyone at the pool was nude. There was some tasteful cock sucking here and there. One of the men, Marty, told us this was typical. He was a bear type, heavy, hairy, and bald. He was the chief salesman for a company that sold manholes and sewer pipe. He told us that once and a while a guys would fuck his boy toy to demonstrate his dominance.
"Is your boy-toy with you?" Bronco asked.
"Hell no," Marty replied, "I left him at home with the rest of my fantasies." We laughed. "Those youngsters love all my stories about working with public works departments. I am the king of providing pipe for emergencies when someone forgot to order back up supplies. I am covered in glory!"
"Does that happen often?" Bronco asked.
Marty nodded. "I love a new mayor or city council that is on an economy binge and cuts back on extra parts. That's like begging god to send a flood."
"Does that increase your profit margin," I asked.
"Nope, most of my clients are the directors of public works or the sewer guys. They remember a good deed. I was a truck driver when I was younger. When I show up after driving all night with a truck load of pipe at a washed-out road, they never forget," he said. "When you are a salesman, it better to get fucked than be the fucker."
He said he would come to our demonstration that night. We were both semi-hard by then. I told him I was saving my ammunition for the nights event. I would be recharged and fresh as a daisy the next morning.
"Your balls recharge that quickly?" he asked, and then he leaned close to my ear. "I like to trade the special sauce. I shoot buckets of cum."
"Be still my heart," I said. We had a date.