A New Life
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@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
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I am Oliver Jones. Life was good for me until the summer before my Junior year at College. On July 5th, my father died. He went to work, sat at his desk and when his secretary brought in coffee, he was dead. It was a blood clot, painless but fatal.
He was 55 and engaged in several major real estate developments. We had been well off, but none of the wealth was available. It was tied up in projects that were under construction. When they were completed and sold in five or ten years, all would be well. The immediate future was tight.
My Uncle offered to cover my tuition, but I refused the offer. He wasn 't wealthy and his own kids would be going to college in a year. Mom sold the house, bought a much smaller place and went back to teaching. That covered the mortgage with enough for food and the utility bills.
I called the college. They had distributed all the scholarship money for the year, but they waved my tuition and fees. I found a little apartment over a small yoga studio. In exchange for doing janitorial duties after working hours, I could have the apartment for free with a small salary. I could be the night watchman. The apartment was a room, a bath, a bed, and a hotplate for cooking.
We had lived well, and money had never been a problem. I discovered my Mother was a trooper. Dad 's death had been a shock, but life must go on. She had too many things that had to be done to wallow in sorrow. My brothers were 10 and 13-years-old and she had to be in control.
I had the same approach. I had never faced hardship or even mild discomfort. I just did what had to be done.
The Lotus Studio was not exactly what I thought it would be. It was more of a club house for somewhat spaced out clients. It was a place for men to hang out. There were scheduled classes in the morning, at noon and at 5:30, but there were people there for most of the day. There was a classroom in the front. The office and restrooms were in the middle and to the rear was the meditation room, with a whirlpool, a sauna and couches. It had a shower in the corner open to the room. The door to the meditation room was locked, and only top tier members had keys.
The owner, Guru Bob, told me the dress code in the meditation room was informal and often minimal. He asked if that would bother me. I said no. He was paying $15.00 an hour for two hours, seven days a week. He paid in cash. $210.00 a week gave me a much-improved lifestyle. I had a suspicion that minimal and nude were the same thing. I had met some of the men going into the building. They all seemed friendly and pleasant.
Guru Bob ran the courses. The meditation room was guided by an older man, Rosco. He was over sixty and affable. He had a talk on the day I started working there. After the last men left, he told me what needed to be done.
After he did that, he leaned near me, "We need to have a private talk, " he said, "I assume you know that what goes on at the Lotus Studio stays in the Lotus Studios. This is a private club. "
I said I had no problem with that. I hadn 't told anyone about my work at the Studio. Most of my friends were well off and I didn 't want them to know my situation.
"Sometimes the activities in the meditation room can be intimate, " Rosco explained. "The Guru refers to it as two men becoming one. Sometimes that is a mental exercise. Other times it is physical. Men don 't physically become one. Often some male parts overlap. "
"Are there some rather crude terms for that? " I asked.
Roscoe smiled. "Oh yes. Some of the terms are crude and vulgar. It is odd that those words are used for such intensely pleasurable activities. Part of your job is to clean up the sometimes-sticky by-products of the pleasure. The men here have been tested and you don 't need to worry about fluids.
"It is important that you know that your participation in these activities is absolutely not part of your duties. I don 't want to insult you, but it is strictly forbidden for anyone to give you a tip for any such activities. That would cause serious legal problems, " he added. "Voluntary participation is acceptable if your inclinations are that way. "
"I 'm not sure about my inclinations, " I said. "I am a chemistry-physics joint major. They are challenging subjects. I don 't have much free time. "
"I was an Electrical Engineer before I retired. I know the demands of scientific majors, " Roscoe said. "I don 't want to sound like a dirty old man, but I have discovered there are many ways to get a lot of stress relief and pleasure in a short time. "
"Relaxing is not my strong suit, " I said.
"That takes time and practice. That is what we teach here, " Roscoe explained and then he smiled. "Some of the men here never get the knack, but they come back for more practice regularly. " I did the cleaning and got the room ready for the next morning 's classes. Back in my apartment I was thinking about Roscoe 's conversation that night, but I fell asleep thinking about an exam.
I did well on the test. I usually do well in exams. Truthfully, I always do well. I think my mind is wired for science, but I worry anyway.
On Friday night I came down to the Studio to clean. The studio cleanup was easy work and I am well organized so it wouldn 't take much time. Roscoe was still in the whirlpool with two friends, Luke and Bunny.
"Oliver, why don 't you join us and relax, " Roscoe said.
I smiled and said, "I 'm supposed to be working. Guru Bob will be unhappy. "
"Don 't worry, I own the place. He actually works for me, " Roscoe said.
Since he was the boss, I decided to join them. I am embarrassed by my body. I 'm tall, scrawny and hairy. It was not designed for showing off at the beach, but I stripped and got in the warm water. The older men weren 't GQ models either.
"Damn, I wish I was as thin as you, " Bunny said. "The only thing on you that is meaty is the hot dog hanging between your legs. " Every part of Bunny was meaty.
"Damn it, Bunny, " Luke said, "You have a special skill to say the wrong thing! Oliver looks fine. Oliver please accept my apologies for Bunny. He thinks being frank is a good thing. By the way, I will say he was 100% right about your cock. It 's a beauty. "
I was sitting on the edge of the tub and I didn 't know what to say. My cock had its own ideas. It became erect.
Luke leaned over and sucked it. I was going to object, but my cock overruled me. It loved Luke 's mouth. He deepthroated it and somehow, I knew that was a special skill. Rosco stood and his cock was at my mouth 's level. My cock was having a good time, but it seemed the send a message to my mouth; I sucked him.
I had thought sex wasn 't my thing. I was either unlucky at love, or too unappealing to find a partner. I must have taken me two or three seconds to understand what was wrong, 100% wrong. I had been thinking sexual attraction and satisfaction were with women. I know knew that men hit the spot. Rosco, Luke and Bunny were not super studs, but they were friendly, willing and made me feel good. the transformation from being ordinary guys, to being sexual desirable men seemed to be their erect cocks.
I laughed to myself. Good wasn 't the right word. Great and spectacular were better words. As Luke 's mouth engulfed my cock, it excited me more than I had felt before, but it also seemed natural. It seemed right for my cock to be in another man 's throat.
Roscoe 's cock fit my mouth perfectly. He oozed the nectar of the gods, and I loved it. As I sucked, I thought of his cum, trapped in his balls waiting to erupt, spurting through his cock to feed and please me. I wanted to taste it.
I don 't know how long before his precum became thicker and the first spurts tickled my tongue. I had a vague sense that Luke was gobbling up my seed as I took Roscoe 's load. Bunny was at my cock sharing my load with Luke. I suddenly craved Luke 's sperm, but I knew that that would be for another day. I also knew that day would come sooner rather than later. We broke apart, but soon Rosco, Luke, Bunny and I were kissing, sharing cum. I sucked their deflating cocks and felt mellow.
I spent the next day in the chemistry laboratories working on a research project. I was getting an unexpected result, so I repeated the experiment several times and got the same result. My professor was excited. I got home at ten that night, just in time to do the cleaning. Roscoe was waiting for me.
"Oliver, are you okay? Things got out of hand last night, " he said.
"It was fine, " I said. "I didn 't expect anything like that to be so good. "
"It wasn 't too much? "
"To tell you the truth, I didn 't know I could feel anything as pleasurable and intense, " I answered. "I 'm not sure I knew you could do or feel those things. "
"I 'm glad. I was worried about you. I was afraid we threw you into the deep end of the pool without a life jacket, " Roscoe said.
"Does it get better as you do it more? " I asked.
Roscoe nodded. "When you relax and play with men you know and like, it gets better, " he said. "Do you want to do it again? "
I nodded and asked, "Are there many guys here who are into it? "
"Some of the men are into monogamous relationships. I can tell you the number of men who say they are monogamous is much larger that the men who are truly monogamous. It can be complicated. Some will suck and fondle, but not fuck. A few believe if you stop short of the orgasm, it 's not really sex, " he explained.
"I can be your guide to the gay world. I can introduce you to good, safe men, " Roscoe said. "I need to warn you that I am not that good at platonic relationships. I should have said I can be your guide and sexual plaything. Let me confess, sex is an important part of my life. "
"I think it could be a part of my life too, if what we did the other day was any indication, " I said.
"Were you more excited by Luke sucking you or by sucking me? " Roscoe asked.
"I loved being sucked right away. I thought sucking you was just being polite. It took me a few seconds to get into it. I got into it big time when your sex juices began to flow, " I said.
"You took my load, " Roscoe remarked.
"My cock was on the edge at your first squirt. It began shooting as I took yours. Your orgasm and my orgasm sort of merged. It was confusing and beautiful. I knew Luke wanted every drop. I wanted all of yours, " I explained.
"If you come by tomorrow night around nine, I think you would enjoy yourself. Sundays are a bit slow and I think you might like the men, " Roscoe said. "It 's a varied group of guys. " I told him I would try to make it.
I got to the labs early and worked on the anomaly in my experiment. No one else was there so I logically wrote down the possible reasons for the oddity. I then did an orderly series of variations and made use of sophisticated equipment to measure the reactions. At 3:00 I discovered the compound was producing electrical energy. It was acting as a battery. About fifteen minutes later I realized it was a battery. It was not supposed to generate electricity, I closed the experiments and went home. I had to think about this.
I was at the meditation room at the Lotus Studio a little after 9:00 PM. Roscoe was there with Luke, Bunny and two other men. I recognized King Henry, the nick name for the former quarterback of championship team. He was now a coach. Roscoe introduced an exceptionally hairy older man, Otis. A little later Guru Bob joined us. We were all nude and it seemed they had a Whitman 's Sampler of cocks.
"Oliver is new to the scene. Luke, Bunny and I introduced him to some sensual pleasures a few days ago. If I said you were de-virgin-ed, would that offend you Oliver? " Roscoe asked.
"No. I wasn 't a virgin on purpose. It was virginity by pure ignorance, " I said.
"Well this is our regular relax and let it all hang out night. I thought you might enjoy it, and I know my friends would love it, " Roscoe added. The men greeted me, all but Roscoe were nude.
"Am I overdressed? " I asked.
"Our event is clothing optional, " Otis said. He whispered in my ear, "A little later it usually is all nude, with optional erections. " I laughed and stripped.
"We were asked not to mob you, " Otis added. "By the way, you are my type. "
"What type is that? " I asked.
"Young and naked! " he replied. We laughed.
Guru Bob came over to us. "Did anyone warn you the Otis is proof that some men never outgrow their teen age lustiness? " he asked.
"No, but I had already guessed that. What is your special skill? " I asked.
The Guru leaned close to me. "I love to get a new guy relaxed and mellow and then be the first man to slip into his ass and christen his prostate with cum, " he said.
"Do you get to do that often? " I asked.
"It 's rare, but it happens enough, " he said. "I love to be in a guy, hunting for the secret places that send him to the moon. I work him up to an orgasm and then we shoot off together. It 's lovely. I can train you to do the same to me. "
"Are you already trying to fuck Oliver? " King Henry asked. "This is his standard line. Most of it is true by the way, but his cock is best saved for the Grand Finale. My cock at its best used as an appetizer. It tastes good, and if you like a lot of twitching and shivering as a prelude to a mouthful of cum, I would be please to oblige. "
"Henry hasn 't mentioned you may need to swallow once or twice to take his entire load. Some guys think it is too much, " Otis said.
"As I recall, you didn 't have that problem at all, " Henry said.
"We all have our little fantasies. I like to think of myself as a refined older man, elegant and restrained, Otis said.
"When I first met Otis, I couldn 't believe this old guy could be a crazed cum guzzler, " Henry replied.
"Well my mind is refined. My mouth, cock and ass can be a little slutty, " Otis admitted. To demonstrate that, Otis dropped to his knees to suck my cock. It was beautiful. I bent over to suck King Henry 's cock.
I couldn 't tell what Otis was doing, but it was different from Luke 's sucking technique. Henry 's cock was thick, and he had a huge cock head wrapped in thick foreskin. Henry was a big, tall, massive man. His cock head was surprisingly delicate and responsive. As my tongue caressed his knob it twitched and then began to drool.
My tongue followed the drool to his wide slit. It was wide enough to work my tongue into it and intercept the sweet precum. I was awash in sensations coming from Otis at my cock and Henry 's drooling member.
The Guru was behind me. "Spread your legs a little if you are interested in a triple play, " he whispered. I didn 't know what a triple-play meant. I had suspicions, but I wasn 't going to say no to anything. In retrospect, I should have been uneasy. Apparently, lust played a much bigger role in my life than I had suspected.
A few seconds later I felt his cock at my asshole. For some reason I spread my legs wider. Apparently, the Guru used warmed lubricant. His lubricated cock slid in effortlessly. I had guessed that it would feel like a foreign object or an invader. The Guru 's cock fit, and I guess I would describe it as an interesting visitor. I was surprised that it continued to slip in. I had no idea how long it was.
"Is this the triple play, " I managed to ask.
"The triple play is when you feed Otis your sperm, and Henry and I feed you from both ends, " he said. I don 't know exactly what happened in the next ten or twelve minutes, but I know I enjoyed it. I do remember gobbling up Henry 's cum and I unloaded in Otis 's mouth. I remember some tickling deep in my ass. I assume that was the Guru 's sperm. We pulled apart.
I was on the floor on a mat. Luke lifted my leg, and Roscoe eased his cock into my ass.
"I 'm going to gently massage your hole and let you get back to normal, " Roscoe said. "You need a soft landing. "
"Your cock is much thicker than the Guru 's was, " I said.
"Is that a problem? " he asked.
"No. Can you feel the Guru 's load? " I asked.
"It 's nice and slippery. I assume that is due to the Guru, " Roscoe replied. "If you try to clench your ass, I could add to it. " He was pumping slowly, and a few minutes later I could tell he was getting harder. I squeezed a little harder and felt his ejaculations as his seed refilled me. It seemed lovely.
I was confused. I knew I had sucked, been sucked and fucked. The sensations felt wonderful, but I couldn 't relate them to anything I had felt before. I was almost floating and had the feeling this was the first day of the rest of my life. I felt relieved. I knew I couldn 't go back, and I also knew I didn 't want to go back.
A few days later Guru Bob came to see me.
"Were you really a virgin when Roscoe met you? You are so receptive, I assumed you were more experienced, " he asked.
"I 'm afraid I was too timid to do anything like that, " I said. "You guys seems to know what to do. "
"Many men see sex as power, as dominating your partners for your own sexual gratification. They often need to be untrained so they can develop a more pleasurable approach to sex. " Bob said. "I see it as mutual stimulation. I want men to achieve greater pleasure. When you fulfill another man 's desires it increases his and your pleasure. "
"I talk to my classes about merging with their partners and friends, " Bob continued. "Roscoe jokes that I use that as a justification for sex. I don 't think that you should crudely fuck a man, just shove a cock into a man 's ass and shoot off. I think you share your cock. You introduced him to new sensations. Your cock is not just a urine and cum delivery tool. It is a nearly magic wand you share with people you like and love. "
"And two are better than one?
"Mutual sharing is varied. Some men are Johnny-one-notes with a limited repertoire of skills. There is nothing wrong with that, but the key word is limited. The magician who has only one trick is just barely a magician, " he said.
"It sure means the performance is short! " I said.
The Guru smiled. "I think that you have discovered that four or six cocks can be fun, " he said. "At one time that would have been called an orgy and the disapproval of the puritans. Now, I am not so sure. With a congenial group it provides many opportunities to explore and discover new things about yourself and your pals, " he explained.
"I once thought sex was sex. I soon discovered that all cocks are not created equal. What excites one may not excite you, " Bob continued. "A large cock may miss all the hot spots in your ass. A more modest cock may hit the bull 's eye. In a group the variations are unlimited. For me, that is continuously fascinating. "
"Do you have group sessions regularly? " I asked.
"They seem to occur every month or two, " Bob said. "They aren 't at the studio. They are in private residences. Are you interested? "
"I think I am, " I said.
"Oliver, I need to be frank and direct, " Bob said. "These aren 't Sunday School picnics. The difference in my parties and an old-fashioned pagan orgy is more in the attitude of the participants than in the sexual activity. Some think it gets wild. All the cocks and asses are available. "
"A pagan orgy doesn 't appeal to me, " I said. "I do like the idea of all the cocks and asses. I also seem to like precum and cum. "
"Have you noticed the subtle differences between the taste in different men 's fluids? " Bob asked.
"No, but I might like to develop the taste, " I replied.
Bob smiled. "I can tell the difference between Roscoe vintage cum of a week, and his twenty-minute old brew. " We laughed and he told me he would invite me to the next event.