Waltham Acres Exercise and Health Club 2. 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
I slept well that night, but when I woke, I was uneasy. Had I done all that stuff? What was even odder, had I enjoyed it as much as it seemed I had? As I thought about it, I then laughed to myself. My cock was fully erect. One part of me had a clearly enjoyed the night before enthusiastically. I figured that where the cock goes, the man is not far behind. I talked with Junior at breakfast. I shouldn't have been surprised that he had no problem.
"Everyone came here willingly. We're all adults. No one was forced to come. We all stripped and had a great time," he said. "I may not be positive about this, but no one said no. I don't think I even heard a "maybe later."
"I guess you are right about that," I said.
"I think everyone relaxed and opened up, and let nature take it's course. It seems to me that you discovered a taste for sperm. Everyone was willing to share end enjoy. Am I right about that?" he asked. "I'm an older guy. When I was young no one mentioned gays except in a whisper. They didn't exist."
"Shit, sex hardly existed," I said. "As a kid, I had no idea where all the kids came from. There must have been a massive outbreak of virgin birth."
"I have to admit, that sex with other guys had changed my life for the better," Junior said. "I know I'm not everyone's dream boat. Guys tend to be more openminded about hairy trolls, especially horse hung trolls, than women."
"I guess I'm in that group." I said. We had a long talk and then Junior went off to buy more clothes. He had a check from an insurance company for the stuff that burned. Dunstan was going with him. Dunstan knew of a men's store that had clothes for hard to fit men.
That afternoon, Bobby came by. His mother had come by and was taking his grandmother off for lunch and visit to beauty parlor. The last time his grandmother had gone off on her own, she made some poor hair cut choices. "Mom was planning to have a heart-to-heart with the owner about talking advantage of an elderly woman," Bobby explained.
"Thanks for our little party last night," Bobby said. "I enjoyed it greatly."
"I'm glad you liked it. I had a good time too," I said. "I had never been to anything like that before."
"I was wondering if the men thought I was going too far. I kind of made a spectacle of myself," he asked.
I smiled. "I can tell you that Junior thought it was perfect. You went just far enough," I said. "I think several of the guys were surprised you could take it all," I said.
"What did you think?" he asked.
"I didn't know Junior's cock would fit in any ass," I said. "Once it was in, I had a feeling you could have taken an additional inch or two. I noticed you lighted up when he shot off in you."
"You noticed that?" Bobby asked.
I laughed. "I am familiar with Junior's orgasms," I said. "Did it feel like a firehose in your ass? Was it good for you?"
Bobby nodded. "I didn't know it could be that good," he said. "I knew guys were watching, but I thought it was private." We talked a while longer and he left. I think he was straight on our relationship.
A few days later Bobby called me. He told me he had an old friend who would like to meet me. "We've done some stuff, but not much. He's a bit timid, but I think he would like to do some stuff like us," Bobby said. I wasn't too interested in helping a guy I didn't know. I didn't think I knew that much about gay sex. It turned out that I was too wishy-washy in my response and Bobby brought his friend, Chet, to meet me.
Chet was an ordinary looking guy in his late twenties. He was a computer repairman. The stories about computer guys lacking the social graces are true if Chet was any guide. He wasn't into small talk. He did say he did stuff with Bobby that was fun. He clarified that by saying it was lots of fun.
"Bobby said people wouldn't understand some of the stuff we did, but it was okay with him and with some of his pals," Chet explained. He dropped his voice to a whisper and said, "It is naked fun."
"You like naked fun with guys?" I asked. He nodded.
"Was it lots of fun for you?" I asked.
Chet smiled and said it sure was, and added, "Bobby mentioned you have a great shower."
"Is it hot outside?" I asked. "You look all hot and sweaty." Chet looked relieved. I don't think he could figure out a way to get naked. We went to my bathroom. I opened the door and went in. Chet was naked by the time he went through the door. Under his ill-fitting clothes, he was bearded, and beefy, but not fat. He must have exercised some since he was fit. He was moderately hairy and well equipped. I stripped.
"Bobby said you have a nice one," Chet said.
I smiled and said that if he wanted a closer look, he was welcome. "Bobby says it tastes good too," I added in case he needed more encouragement. Later Chet told me he had seen gay videos and hadn't thought he would ever have a chance to do that sort of thing. He had lived at home with his folks until he got a big raise at work, and he just got an apartment six months ago. Chet liked older guys, since younger men thought he was a troll.
He must had studied the porn videos in detail. He knew what to do. I told him about lubricants and gave him helpful hints. In videos you can go from being a virgin to a potentially willing gang-bang bottom in fifteen minutes. Real asses aren't that flexible. It takes time to get into it.
While his cock was on the high side of average, Chet's cock oozed. I later thought there must have been quarts of precum in his balls begging to get out. For the first time I enjoyed the cock ooze of a sexually excited man. Chet was almost purring as I worked his cock. Accidentally one of my fingers touched his ass hole and the flow of precum doubled and he moaned. I continued to suck, and his hole relaxed.
After a while he told me he needed to rest. "I need to catch my breath," he explained.
After a short while, he said, "Damn that was good. I hoped it would be good, but I didn't expect that. Was it okay for you?" He paused. "Your cock is big."
"Is it too big to suck?" I asked.
"I was thinking it might be too big for my ass," he replied.
"I have a short fuse when I fuck," I said. "Have you had a guy shoot off in your ass?"
"No, but I think I would like it," he said.
We talked for a while. He was a born-again sex cripple. For his folks getting a girl knocked-up was the ultimate sin. They told Chet he was born premature. As a teenager he found his birth certificate. He weighed eight pounds at birth. Even then he knew an eight-pound preemie was unlikely. His parents did not get along. His father was sort of normal. He mother was bitter. While he had to keep away from girls, boys were okay. His parents lacked imagination.
Chet may not have had much imagination, but he was willing and curious. My finger up his ass was unexpected, but not unwelcome. "Do you think your cock would fit up my ass?" he asked.
"Probably, but it might not be easy. Fucking is always good for the top, but it may be an acquired taste for the bottom," I said. "As I told you, I have a short fuse."
Somehow, five minutes later my well lubricated cock was at Chet's well lubricated ass. I pushed in as far as his sphincter. "If you relax, I can pop in deeper." Before he answered, I pushed hard and popped past his sphincter and rammed his prostate. Chet moaned. I pushed deeper reducing the pressure on his prostate.
"Wow," Chet moaned. I returned to his prostate and massaged it with my cock head. I felt it twitching and I pulled out in time to take Chet's entire load in my mouth. He was all but asleep when he finished ejaculating. I let him nap, and the woke him up. We took another shower, and he went home. He said thank you as he left.
I was napping when Junior came back for running errands. That afternoon I told him about Chet's visit. I told him that Chet might join us sometime. I also told him about my anal interlude with him. It had been good.
Junior was surprised. "I though you weren't much into rear action," he said.
"I didn't think I was, but somehow when my cock was up Chet's ass, and it was good," I said.
"For him or for you?" Junior asked.
"I'm fairly sure Chet liked it. I thought it would be okay for me. It was a lot more than just okay for me," I replied. We talked a while. Junior said that I knew he liked to fuck and to be fucked. He asked if I was thinking about increasing our sexual activities.
"If you would like that, I'm willing to try it out," I said.
"I don't want to screw up what we have now," he said. He paused and then added, "We might try some experimenting. If it's good, we can add it to our sexual skills. If it doesn't work out, we can pretend it didn't happen. I guess I'm suggesting no fault sexual experimentation."
"I think it might be good if we tried new stuff. It's probably better to know if it works than to wonder if we might like it or not," I said. Junior and I were friends and trusted each other.
Things were good between Junior and me. I didn't want to screw things up. I didn't need to worry. We both had good attitude and we both like man sex. It was odd, but the first time I fucked Junior I felt as if my cock was made for his ass. His cock was a bit large for my ass, but it excited me so much I didn't mind.
A month later Junior and I were asked to spend a weekend at Bobby's cabin in the mountains. Bobby said it was rustic, but comfortable and cool even in the hottest days of summer. He said Chet and one of Chet's friends would be the only other guests. Bobby's parents were on vacation in Europe and his grandmother was with a younger sister for a few weeks.
Junior and I checked our social calendars and found it was open for that weekend. Cynical people might point out our calendar was open for every weekend, but it was nice to get a change of scenery. Chet owned a van, so we didn't have to drive. He picked us up in the morning and then picked up his friend Arnold.
Arnold had a computer geek's sparkle and fashion sense. That is somewhere between zero and nil. He was a mountain biker, and Junior struck up a conversation with Arnold that lasted for the two-hour drive. Chet knew a lot about the Blue Ridge, and we talked about that.
I was in the shotgun seat, so, I didn't get to see what Arnold looked like. When we got to the cabin, Arnold was a good-looking man. He was wearing a hat that hid his magenta hair and he wore thrift store clothes. I knew he was a computer guy and was getting a good salary. The clothes were a fashion statement.
I liked the cabin. It was a real cabin not a suburban house dressed up as a cabin. It had water and electricity. It reminded me of cabins when I was young forty or fifty years ago. It had a small electric stove and a wood stove. The stove had a sophisticated spark arrester to protect against forest fires. Chet had invented it and both Junior and I were impressed.
There was no pool, but there was a spring fed pond. If you remember that walruses are good swimmers, Junior was impressive in the water. He helped Bobby, Chet, and Arnold with their strokes. The water was cool, but the sun was hot and when we sat in the sun after swimming our genitals un-shriveled.
I was sitting next to Arnold. After a while Bobby began to suck Junior and Chet seemed to be interested in Bobby's ass. I looked at Arnold's cock. It was well over half staff. "Your cock looks like it wants attention," I said to Arnold.
"I have a short fuse," Arnold said in a whisper. "I might make a mess."
"I think of the cock as a straw to aid in draining your balls," I said as I took his cock into my mouth. Arnold did not complain. Five minutes later Arnold and I were on the grass in the 69 position. Later, Chet joined me in sharing Arnold's cum. It turned out it was Chet's first time taking his pal's load. It was a success.
Later we had a couple of beers flowed by dinner with barbequed chicken, corn on the cob and potato salad. It was a perfect summer dinner. We were all feeling mellow. We began cleaning up after dinner. We intended to drive home after dinner, but a surprise storm end popped up.
We were on the east side of the mountains, and most of the weather comes from the west. The storm was hidden by the mountain tops, so it hit us full force only minutes after we heard the first clap of thunder. The lights went out ten minutes later. The camp was well supplied with oil lamps. Bobby was careful about fire. There were no candles to tip over or melt down.
"I wonder what five, gay, guys can in a dark cabin?" Junior asked.
"Grandpa, what did you do in the olden days?" Bobby asked in a good imitation of the boys from Walton's Mountain.
"It seems to me that if five guys with five cocks, five mouths, and five assholes can't figure out something to do, they are seriously lacking in imagination," Junior replied.
"Gramps, it might get kind of sticky," Bobby said continuing his Walton's imitation.
"Sometimes the sticky stuff is kind of private. Why don't you come to me, sit on my cock and we can talk about the birds and the bees," Junior suggested.
With Bobby impaled on Junior's cock, I made do with Chet and Arnold. Somehow, we managed to form the world's smallest daisy chain. It was good. During a break I slipped my cock into Chet's ass. A little later, Arnold nosed his cock into my ass. I hadn't expected that, but once Arnold's cock popped past my sphincter all was well. Five minutes later, everything was more than just going well.
Maybe twenty minutes later Bobby and Junior joined us. I was surprised I could now take Junior's thick cock easily. I had become an experienced bottom. I had thought all cocks were the same once they were up your ass. I now realized they were varied and different. While all of them excited me, Junior and Chet's cocks were exceptional. Bobby and Arnold cocks were good. I had a strange sense that Bobby's cock might win the Miss Congeniality award.
I had thought a gang bang would be a "close your eyes and think of England" experience, I got into it big time. It was unexpectedly good. Each cock was different, and each man had a unique fucking technique. I was so self-absorbed; I hadn't noticed the guys' reactions to fucking me.
They liked it a lot. I knew that Junior shot off in me. I hadn't realized that all four men unloaded in me. Bobby said my ass had orgasm inducing tendencies. Luckily, Arnold discovered a liking for licking-up sperm as it drooled from my ass. I hadn't thought anyone would do that, but Arnold discovered he had a taste for that. The other men enjoyed him doing that. His tongue felt so good licking my hole, that I wasn't embarrassed. It was getting late, so we went to bed. I shared a bed with Chet. He was nice enough to fuck me to sleep.
When I woke the next morning. I discovered that Arnold's cock was gently massaging my ass. "I have some homemade cream I can lubricate you with," he said. I said that was fine.
"Can you feel it when a guys shoots off in you?" he asked. "Does it feel okay?" As he said that, he shot off.
"That was good, really good," I said. "Sort of like becoming blood brothers in old cowboy movies."
"Do you want to shoot off in me?" he asked.
"It depends on if you ask me to shoot in you," I explained.
At breakfast everyone was in a good mood. The electricity was back on, and the radio suggested that no one travel until noon to give the road crews time to clean up. I had assumed the storms were part of a cold front, but when I went outside, it was warm and muggy. A warm air mass had moved in and pushed to cold air to the western side of the mountain. We went swimming again. It was a pleasant morning, and we went home in the afternoon.