A New Life 3
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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When we were driving back to the Lotus Studio, the Guru asked me if I was okay. "That was a pretty heavy-duty session," he said.
"I'm not sure," I replied. "I guess I was pretty much distracted and couldn't think straight."
"Did you feel used?" he asked.
"Maybe I am superficial, but I think I was preoccupied thinking about the cock that was in me and wondering what the next cock would be like," I said. "That may be the scientist in me. I was wondering what Tank and the two Gussies would be like. They weren't alike."
"Which one did you like the best?"
"Well, Delmont surprised me the most. I hadn't guessed anyone would lick the cum from my ass. He got his tongue into my ass. Delmont really wanted it," I said.
"You got used to having a man's cock in your ass?" the Guru asked.
"Not yet, but I never guessed I would like it. I thought it would be impersonal. I thought all cocks were just cocks. They were different and hit different places. Doggy style was okay, but I was better when I was on my back. I could watch the guys get more excited the longer they were in me. It was a bit like seeing a good movie I had seen before. I knew how it was going to end, but I still looked forward to it. I could see Tank and Don lose it just before I felt them shooting in me," I explained. "It was as if I was incomplete somehow. Their cocks and sperm belonged in me. They were something I wanted and needed but didn't know it," I said. "I felt completed."
"Ancient people thought the cock was magical. An orgasm was so spectacular that they thought it was your connection to the divine. I can understand their belief," the Guru said. "The orgasm is so unlike our everyday experience. Nothing approaches its intensity and ecstatic pleasure. Sperm is the product of an orgasm, and it is part of the magic. It is not just a byproduct; It creates babies and is the creator of all human life. It too is magic."
"When a man shares his cock and orgasms with another person, it is always special, apart from ordinary life. For a woman it makes a family, for a lucky man, it creates brotherhood and intense attachments," he continued. "Masturbation is good but is limited. It's better when you share you cock and cream with other men. Did you feel it with some of the men you were with today?"
I nodded. "When I felt Tank and Don spurting in my ass, it was different," I said. "Their cocks were hidden in my ass. I was the only one who knew they were shooting. It was intimate and loving."
The Guru dropped me off at my lab and I worked on my experiments for the rest of the day.
When I returned to the Studio that night it seemed pleasantly calm and ordinary. That was nice in contrast to the party that morning. I cleaned up as usual, went to bed and I slept late. The Studio didn't open until noon, so it was quiet. At ten someone knocked on my door. It was Don.
"I just wanted to know if you were okay. You had a baptism by fire yesterday morning."
I smiled and said I was fine. "I did discover that my tolerance for sex is higher than I thought."
"That's the attitude!" Don replied. "I was into man sex as soon as I tried it. It was all good for me. I'm a big guy. I never had a problem with bad actors."
"I thought I was so uninteresting no one would be interested in me. I am a science nerd," I said.
Don smiled. "Don't forget; you are a nerd with a cock and a good ass!"
We laughed. I said I didn't know I had a good ass.
"That why I am here. I we all had a good time stretching your hole. I had more than a good time. I loved it."
"Are you saying you are in love with my ass?" I asked.
"I'm not sure it's love, but I would love to do it again," he said.
"Well, I'm willing." I said. "To be strictly truthful, I am way more than willing."
We were naked and on my bed a minute later. As soon as his cock was on the dark side of my sphincter, it was good. I later realized that you can feel close to a stranger after you engage in a wild, sucking and fucking session with exchange of sperm.
Don didn't just fuck. He all but absorbed me. I felt totally naked and exposed. I soon was happy as a mere appendage to his cock. When his well-lubricated, bare, oversized tool slid into me, I knew that his own sex juices would be drooling from his cock and add to the lubrication. I couldn't hide any of my emotions or reactions, but I loved him in my ass.
He knew every possible way to fuck. He varied his techniques, and all were successful. Don knew when he hit a good spot and when he found one, he returned to it many times, rubbing his bloated knob against it. My pleasurable reactions were part of his enjoyment. Twenty minutes later, Don shot off in me. I was on fire and his creamy sperm put it out.
I had to open the studio at noon, so Don went home. I open the studio and turned on the lights. Few people showed until two. Dr. Woodrow came with a friend. He was a PhD, not a medical doctor and had retired from teaching at a distant University, so he didn't know many of the local faculty members. I had the impression he was wealthy, and teaching English had been an entertainment.
He came with his companion, Willy. Roscoe told me that Willy had been a boy-toy houseboy. He was now 40 or so and the youthful looks had vanished. They went directly to the whirlpool. The Guru gave a class at 2:30, so Woodrow and Willy were the only men in Meditation room. When Gill, a young bartender came in I saw Woodrow gesture to Willy, and he got out of the whirlpool and went to the sauna. Gill got into the whirlpool and was soon engaged in conversation with Woodrow. I assumed the real action was under the water.
Rosco came to supervise the Meditation room. I decided to use the sauna. Willy was in good shape, but he was over 40, and Gill was 25. I said hello and Willy smiled.
He stood, took off his towel and the sat in it. "If I told you I am here for sex, not to slow roast, would you be shocked?" he asked. "I tend to like the direct approach."
"Would Woodrow be bothered?" I asked.
"Woodrow likes the hunt for younger men. He doesn't expect to catch them. The hunt is everything," he explained. "I tended to play with Woodrow's older friends." He looked at me. "I'm not into kids but I do like younger men." I took off my towel and sat next to him.
Willy was in good shape, muscular and toned. I felt like the 98-pound weakling next to him.
"Are you new to the scene?" he asked.
I nodded and said I was pretty new. "What I have done, I've liked."
My cock was at half-staff and he played with it. Willy was uncut, and his knob was peeking out of the foreskin. I reached over and stroked it.
"I have a short fuse, so I pop off easily," he said. "The good news is that I can recover quickly and can come several times. Some guys are uneasy about cum."
"I seem to like it. It tastes okay," I said.
"I guess you aren't that new," Willy said. "Some men like licking it up after the orgasm. I like it fresh, straight from the cock. Does your cock get tender while you're shooting?"
I told him it didn't. "Does yours?"
"I used to tell guys it did. It is tender but when a guy's sucking it I keep on shooting," he said. "One guy told me he almost choked there was so much spooge. There has never been too much cum for me."
"I've never had that problem either," I told him. "I think too much cum would be a turn on." I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth.
Someone opened the door to the sauna slightly. He was talking with Woodrow. It was Gill, and he said Woodrow wanted to get home. Willy left and Gill came in and sat next to me. He saw my semi-erect cock and swallowed it.
After a few minutes he sat up. "I haven't had breakfast today. Could you feed me? Woodrow fed me some, but I'm still hungry," he asked. I said sure and he returned to my cock. A few minutes later I fed him a meal and a half. He took it all, stood up and thanked me.
"Any time," I replied, and he left.
I was ready to leave when two older men entered. One was tall, six-feet-four or five and bearded. He was with a smaller man who was also bearded, but much shorter. "Is there room for more?" The tall man asked.
I said sure. "Are you new to the Lotus Studio?" I asked.
"I'm an old member, but I retired last year and took a long vacation in Europe. I'm David, by the way. My friend is Isaac, he is new to the Studio," the tall man said.
"I'm Oliver," I said. "I am the night cleaning staff."
"Are you living in the upstairs apartment?" David asked. I nodded. "I assume the work is in exchange for the apartment?"
"Is that the standard arrangement" I asked.
"Roscoe likes to help students in straightened circumstances," David said. We talked and David said he had been a professor in the Art History department. His father had died and left him unexpectedly well off, so the European trip was a rare extravagance. Isaac was an old friend. As we talked, David's towel slipped exposing his impressive genitals. Mine slipped too, and both David and Isaac noticed.
"I see you fit in with the Studio atmosphere," David remarked. "I told Isaac it was relaxed and informal here."
"I'm not sure I understood what David meant but informal," Isaac said. He paused, smiled and then added. "It's more informal than I thought. I'm uneasy, but rather excited too." He kept his towel in place, but the outline of his cock was obvious.
"I told Isaac that overt intimacy was acceptable in the sauna. Even strangers can be friendly," David said as he stood facing Isaac. Isaac leaned forward and kissed the tip of David's uncut cock. "Isaac is a romantic. He likes to cuddle and kiss. He knows I am into sexual penetration. I like to get into a man and share the experience."
"David is so big," Isaac whispered and the returned to kissing David's enlarging organ.
"No mountain is too high for a man to climb," David said. "Oliver, do you like a challenge?"
"Not really," I said and then added, "But, I admit I like large cocks."
David laughed. "I see you have not acquired Guru Bob's taste for metaphorical gobbledygook! I admit I like man sex and lots of it!" As he spoke, his cock was fully erect. His cock head rested on Isaac's tongue. A bead of sperm appeared. Isaac licked it then volley after volley of sperm shot into Isaac's mouth. Isaac began to twitch, and a wet spot appeared on the towel covering his cock.
They got up to leave. "If I were to call on you another time, would you object?" David asked. I told him that would not be a problem. They left and I left as soon as my cock lost its erection.
A few days later Roscoe saw me as I began my nightly cleanup routine.
"David saw me today and said he met an interesting guy here. He was one of the first members of the studio and recruited many of the original members," he said.
"I saw him in the Sauna. He is a handsome man. He was with a pal, Isaac," I said.
"David is both generous and demanding. Isaac is a middle-aged momma's boy who both loves man sex and is terrified of it. David is the only one who has found a way to get close to him. I think it's a charity case, but David insists they are friends," Roscoe explained. "David is willing to help those in need."
"You need to know David is interested in you and his plans are not honorable," Roscoe continued. "I should clarify that; they aren't honorable, but they could be pleasurable. He's a big boy."
"Why is he interested in me?" I asked.
"David has good instincts. He thinks you could take him and like it," Roscoe said.
"How good are his instincts?" I asked.
"He's right 75 to 80% of the time. The problem is the times he's not right. It can be a painful experience," Roscoe said. "He tends to pussy foot around the subject. He wants you to come out and say you want his cock in your ass."
"Have you taken him?" I asked.
Roscoe nodded. "He fucks me once or twice a year. It is good, but not as good as he would like." I guess fore armed is forewarned. I knew of David's interest, but I wasn't sure if I had the nerve.
I was busy at the lab for most of the week. Each little experiment with my battery was successful and my senior advisors were getting very interested. It wasn't exactly a battery, and my top advisor Dr. Miller described it as a battery like compound.
It was made of inexpensive materials and seemed to potentially have a long life. It seemed that it could produce electric charges for years, and potentially decades compared to conventional batteries. I would have been happy working 24 hours a day on it.
Dr. Miller would not allow that. He was worried about project burnout. You can get so tired you make mistakes or get sick. That could be either physically or mentally sick. I had to take time off. I also knew that it was a longshot that my experiment would result in a success. We were in the earliest stages of the discovery. A fatal flaw can occur at any point of the project's development.
I had the weekend off to freshen my mind and rest. I felt this was a waste of time, but Dr. Miller insisted, and I obeyed. After I cleaned up after closing time on Friday night, Don called me at my room. He said he had run into an old buddy of his, David, who said he had met me.
Don said he was meeting up with David the next morning and he wanted to know if I wanted to tag along. "We are old pals and he's a lot of fun," Don added. I wasn't sure I was ready for that, but for some reason I said, "Sure, I'd love to come along." Don said he would pick me up a 9:30 the next morning.
I thought I would stay awake all night thinking about the possibilities. I was tired from the week's work. I slept like a log.
Don picked me up on time. He was with a guy named Coon who was a country boy. Coon was what my mother would call a character. He was tall, thin and funny. We drove to David's house. It was a pretty, little, rustic house in the woods. David and Isaac greeted us. We had coffee and a pastry or two and went to a less formal room. The house was much bigger than I thought.
"Oliver and Coon are new to our little group. I hope I don't shock you when I tell you, we usually get the party going by stripping naked and then see what happens," David said. "Remember no means no, but I have to tell you, no one had said no yet!" He smiled.
"That's kind of the story of my life," Coon remarked. We all laughed. Coon was the first to get naked and I saw his cock was definatly of interest to gay men. Isaac stayed back and Don, Coon, David and I formed a tight cluster. None of us were shy.
Don and David had long, thick cocks. Coon's cock was thin, but longer and his huge balls almost hung to his knees. David dropped to his knees and swallowed my cock. Coon took care of Don. It became a round Robin session when I sucked Coon and Don sucked David. We got on a plush carpet and formed a daisy chain. That way all four of us could suck and be sucked.
Eventually Don fucked David as Coon fucked me. Coon's cock easily popped through my sphincter and then went deep into my body. "Does a load of redneck cum dumped in your ass bother you?" Coon asked.
"Not at all," I replied. Coon had a chance to unload. Then David took his place. All cocks aren't equal. I realized that as David pushed deeper into me. It was lovely. Don, David and Coon traded places regularly. They were all big, but big in different ways. I liked the variety. The sexual sensations were wonderful.
After a while, the thrusting into my ass generated more emotional responses. It was impossible to feel the rhythmic thrusts of cocks, and not react. I wasn't in love, but I became more loving. I think they could sense my reactions, and the sensual feeling began to envelop us. My ass became a sex organ. I use my sphincter to play with their cocks. The separation between my ass and my pals' cocks vanished.
I thought of us as a team, a family devoted to mutual pleasure. I could feel them ejaculate into me. Coon and David weren't fucking me. They were sharing their cock and semen with me.