A Quiet 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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I did well enough academically in my first year at Penn, but I discovered the work load was triple that of my private school. I could do the work, but it was a shock. Luckily, in a summer field program, my ditch digging skills helped a great deal. While I work hard, I discovered that many of my fellow students had never worked in an un air-conditioned space. Some regarded it as an affront. I was a star when it came to digging.
I made some friends, but anthropology-archaeology students tend to be socially challenged. I liked the professors and some of the graduate students, but socially my first year there was a social black hole. I did continue some swimming. I had thought I might go out for the swim team, but I realized I wasn't that good, and I needed to keep up with my classes. Swim team practices took too much time.
I did swim recreationally. The best time was after 10:00 in the evening, before the University pool closed at 11:00. The pool wasn't crowded at that time. The building closed at 11:30. That gave me time to shower and dress. While I didn't exactly make friends at the pool, I did make connections. I am a good swimmer, just not Olympic quality.
A guy named Mark swam at the same time one day. He took a nice long look at me in the showers. I didn't pay any attention to him, but I did make sure my privates were nice and clean. We chatted and I told him that I was usually there every other day.
He was there two days later. He also moved from the opposite side of the shower to my side, and two days later he was showering next to me. He was a computer whiz and had his own company. It was one of those companies that doubled in size every six months or so. We talked about swimming. He was a supporter of Penn's swim team and had access to the pool because of that. Other than that, we didn't have much in common. He did like to watch me shower. I didn't mind him watching.
A month later he asked me to his apartment. Mark was direct and straight forward. Swimming and swimmers turned him on. He donated to the team, but he knew he could never connect with a team member. He could only look from a distance. Mark asked me if he could suck me off. I told him that would be fine. He was amateurish as a cock sucker, but he loved my cock. Apparently, it was a few sizes bigger than he had sucked before and he was effusive in his praise.
I had a feeling he was the brains of his operation. He must have had someone else to handle the business end. He seemed to say whatever he thought. He was a chunky man and graceless even in the water. I offered to suck him and he was surprised. In sexual matters, he was timid and he never asked and no one volunteered.
He was a bit overweight, so his cock was hiding in his pubic bush. When I sucked him, it sprung to life and made a more than respectable showing. He was new to being sucked and had a hair trigger. He had unusually long ejaculations. It was not just a spurt; it was a hose letting loose. When I went home, Mark was a happy man.
I was a little afraid he would want to do this every time we swam together, but we connected every three or four sessions. If we were alone in the showers, he was happy when I was hard. Several other guys didn't mind looking either. They never joined in but they liked looking.
I was beginning my second year at Penn when I saw that Red and Rusty were doing a series of children's documentaries for a Philadelphia natural history museum. These were to be entry level educational programs focusing on nature in backyards and city parks. They would be in the city off and on for several months.
I was surprised when Rusty gave me a call. He had asked Robert for my phone number. I was living in an off-campus apartment by then. I had two roommates. Both were medical students and they essentially used the apartment as a crash pad. I rarely saw them.
Rusty and Red were living in a house on the Main Line. The Main Line referred to the main line of the Pennsylvania Railroad, but was also the name of the wealthy western suburbs. The house was provided by a Museum Board member to defray the cost of the project. I didn't have a car, but the house was a five-minute walk from the Bryn Mawr train station.
Rusty asked me over for lunch on Saturday. I was free and said I would love to see them again. Main Line houses can be large, but he stayed in a picturesque former carriage house. Heavily landscaped, it seemed secluded. A noted architect had designed the building in 1919 as a medieval cottage. Inside it was completely refurbished and retained the early architectural flair with modern bathrooms and a rather grand kitchen.
I hoped to renew the sexual connection with Red and Rusty, but two other men were with them, Carl, who was a script writer, and Guido, the camera man. They were both in their late 50s or early sixties. They apparently were Red's team for nature documentaries. Carl specialized in making scientific jargon intelligible and Guido specialized in photographing nature, up close and personal.
We had lunch, Guido was a good cook, and talked. As we chatted I realized that all four men were members of the Fraternity. I also suspected I was the desert. Perhaps I should have been offended, but I had been through a long sexual dry spell. Mark had been away for a month-long trip to Europe.
Red took me to the side as the other men cleaned up from the lunch. "Carl and Guido would like to meet you," he said. "I told them it was your choice not mine."
I smiled. "Guido likes it up close and personal?" I asked.
Red nodded. "We all like it that way," he said. "Guido loves the top. Carl is versatile."
"Are they as big as you and Rusty?" I asked.
"No, but they have nice ones," Red said. "I know you have just met them, this is not a required activity."
"Is it typical to be excited at the thought of taking a new cock or taking a big one?" I asked.
"I don't know if every man feels that way, but it excites me," Red said.
"Are you and Rusty interested?"
"We are, but I don't want to be the first big one. I want to be still friends if it isn't what you expect," Red said.
"I understand that," I said. "Let's just play it by ear and see what ends up where." We rejoined the others.
"Johnny and just had a talk. It seems he is in a playful mood," Red said. "Are any of you men in the same mood?" There were smiles everywhere.
"I have one question for you guys," I said. "I've heard about orgies. Can you have one with only five men?"
Rusty laughed. "I don't know, but we can sure try!" he said. "Do you want to try?"
I nodded. "Is the phrase "no holds barred" or no holes barred?" I asked.
Carl laughed. "Speaking for myself only, my hole is open for recreational use."
It seems that Red anticipated my response. Lubricant was ready and plentiful. You don't need that for oral sex.
Carl was toned and tanned. Guido was hairy, stocky and hot to trot. He stripped and dropped to his knees to be the first to suck my cock. Carl went for Red's organ. Rusty came over to me. He and Guido shared me. I had the feeling they thought of me as a rare delicacy. They wanted to savor the experience. They wanted me to last.
I was happily on my hands and knees sucking Rusty when Guido made an approach from the rear. I think he interpreted my exposed asshole as an invitation. I didn't think of it that way, but I was wide open. Guido bent over me. "Are you ready?" he asked.
I looked to my left and saw Red's cock in Carl's ass. Carl looked happy. A second or two later I felt a sharp twinge, and Guido's cock entered my ass. His cock head massaged my prostate and I spread my legs. While I wasn't sure I wanted to be fucked, spreading my legs so he could get deeper in me was the wrong way to show I wasn't interested. Somehow Guido seemed to know more about the anatomy of my ass than I did. I felt intense pleasure and spread my legs still wider.
"You're a hot one. I don't know if I can work you to an orgasm before I shoot off," Guido whispered. I felt a tickling sensation as he drained his balls into me. Carl was moaning as Red pumped.
Rusty was next to Guido as he pulled his cock out of my ass. "I will take my time and you tell me if it is too much," Rusty said. He nosed his monster into my just vacated ass. Guido had opened me and his sperm lubricated the way. Rusty's tool was huge and I thought it would be too much, but there was no way I was going to say that.
I didn't feel as if I was being fucked. It wasn't an invader in my ass; I felt occupied, perhaps colonized. Every time he went an inch deeper into me, he absorbed me. By the time, he had every inch in me, I was just an ornament twitching on his cock. I became a part of him. In return for losing my personality I was feeling mind bending ecstasy.
This situation was temporary. When he pulled out of my ass, my personality returned. I was almost dizzy, but I was myself again. I remembered the pleasure and had a slight feeling of regret it was over. I felt good.
By this time, I was comfortable with the men I was with. I knew they had exceptionally high sex drives. They knew I was more than just a good sport. I enjoyed it as much as they did. I took a break after Rusty to catch my breath. Red relaxed too, but the overall intense sexual atmosphere remained. He was still hard.
I straddled him and sat back on his tool. Guido and Rusty's had both shot off in me and I was a little afraid that might offend Red. That wasn't a problem at all. he was comfortable with his friends, their sex organs and sex juices. My ass was new to him, but he had taken and savored their sperm.
"You're in charge, work my cock with your ass until I cum," he said. That was hard. While it was shorter than Rusty's cock was, he was thicker. I tried to bounce a little. That worked so I bounced some more and did a little dance on his cock. Red closed his eyes and moaned a little.
I would sit up so that only the tip of his cock was nuzzled in my hole. I would then sit back so that the entire cock head was in the dark side of my sphincter. I then gripped the flared edge of the knob as tightly as I could and sit down, grabbing his shaft with my sphincter. I didn't think this would do much, but I was wrong about that. Red's cock became ultra-sensitive after I did this a few times. His cock head slow plowed the sperm, deeper into me. I relaxed my grip a little.
I thought all the sperm was deep in me. Apparently, some drooled out from the teeny gap between his cock and my overstretched hole. The other men had been watching and encouraging me. Guido became very excited. He leaned over and licked up the drool. I took a brief break. Rusty helped me get up, poked his cock into me and shot off. He then guided me back to Red's cock.
"I just shot a fresh load into him," he said as I settled back onto his Red's cock. Seconds later, Red unloaded. His twitches and spurts pushed me over the edge and I shot off. Carl was there to take every drop I ejaculated. I seemed to be in perfect balance. Carl drained me as Red reloaded my ass. We broke apart, but Guido returned to take care of the cum dripping from my ass.
I guess I was making a spectacle of myself, but it felt more like we were quintet of skilled musicians creating beautiful music. I was exhausted, but exhilarated. I had taken everything there was to give and given all I could. There was no post orgasmic let down. Carl fed me his cock so I had something to suck.
Rusty was still more hard than soft. He didn't exactly fuck me. He used his cock to caress the inside of my ass. "You like that full feeling, don't you?" he asked. I nodded as I sucked Carl.
"I'm not going to shoot off again, but I drool some. If you squeeze some, you may get a little bit of sperm mixed in with the drool," he said. I did as he asked and I think that Rusty was surprised when he had a final ejaculation. After a few more minutes, he pulled out.
Red was resting next to me. "I don't know about the rest of the guys, but it had been years since I had an orgasm like this; it was wonderful," he said. He moved his hand and fingered my hole. "Damn, you're still tight," he said. "Does this bother you."
"No, it feels good," I replied.
"I have never fucked a cum filled ass before," he said. "I hope you liked it as much as I did?" I said it had been good. "Was this what you thought an orgy would be like?"
"I thought it would be cruder," I said. "I hadn't guessed it would be . . . friendly. It is nice to know we could all get off and be so gentle. I could feel you squirting."
"I'm relieved you feel that way. I thought you enjoyed it, I was afraid I was just imagining that," Red said. "I've have never fucked using my pals' sperm as lube. I will swear I could feel their excitement as they shot off. It gave my cock quite a tingle." We talked for a while and then I had to get home. Red said he would try to get us together again.
That winter I met a new man at the pool. Mark had found a new friend and his visits to the pool became intermittent. I met the new friend, Danny, who was into computers and into Mark big time. I felt good for Mark; he need a friend and sex, not just sex. My new man was Phil Washington. He was a grad student in history and a good swimmer.
His dad was a big-time football star who was now coaching. Phil had his father's physique, but was intellectual and thoughtful. He father was a good strategist and playmaker. At the period when he became a football player, football gave a Black man a better chance of success than any academic career. Phil's father was very supportive of his son and his college career.
Phil was six-three or so, 220 pounds and very black. While he was mild mannered and polite, he tended to scare white suburban types. I was from an all-white environment too. The only Black guys I knew were the sons of doctors or diplomats. I helped that I met Phil naked in the shower. His cock was a beauty, but he seemed to take a few admiring glances at mine. We were in the shower with three other men. When, they left and we could check each other out more directly.
I ran into him several times over the next month in the showers. He was careful to make sure his cock and ass were clean. While both he and I tried to play it cool, our cocks had different objectives. Later, we found a secluded corner of the locker room and I sucked him. It took no more than a minute to get him off. It seemed it almost took him longer to ejaculate his load into my mouth than it took me to get him off. In a public place, the speedy orgasm was convenient.. He told me that he wanted to get together again.
A week later we got together in his apartment. His place was on the Parkway, near the Art Museum. It was about twenty tiers better than my place. He was nice and pleasant, but nervous. He wasn't experienced and was afraid of publicity if he was caught. "I've never done this in a private place before," he said. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do?"
"I don't want to be insulting, but usually we go to the bedroom and get naked," I said. "Do you have other plans?"
Phil smiled. "That sounds good to me. I didn't know if we were supposed to talk some?"
"If things go well, we will have a lot of time to talk after," I said. "I get all excited at the prospect of some sex. It is better to talk later. I don't want to sound tacky, but sometimes the sex is so good, there is no need to talk at all."
"That sounds good to me!" he said as we went to his bedroom. We took a shower first. That got us on familiar ground. We got hard and then let nature take its course. I sucked his cock, but he didn't shoot off immediately. I let him cool down.
"Should I suck you?" he asked.
"That is the usual thing, but it is not required if you have a problem with it," I said. He looked uneasy. "Some guys are worried it might be dirty. We are taking a shower, so that isn't a problem," I added. He laughed nervously and dropped to his knees.
A few seconds after he took my cock into his mouth, all was well. He relaxed. Phil was way deep in the closet; he barely admitted he was gay to himself. His father was so well known he was afraid of "Football Star's Gay Son Exposed" headlines. I introduced him to the 69 position, which he liked. I could deep throat him in that position. He loved that and relaxed, feeding me his thick, sweet precum. When he shot off, I popped and he took my sperm for the first time. we shared an orgasm for the first time.
Two weeks later he fucked me for the first time. He had tried to fuck once before but it was too painful for his playmate. Phil was big, his cock almost was a big as Red's organ. While it as a tight fit, it was good for me. I think his shaft was a little thinner than Red's was, but his cock head was bigger. I could feel his cock head throbbing in my rectum. It became slicker as he fucked. He was lubricating me with his precum. I seemed to have gone into a sexual trance. My world consisted only of his cock and my ass. I could do only in thing, feel.
"I'm going to shoot. Do I need to pull out?" he cried.
"Fill me up!" I replied. He had already ejaculated several times so pulling out was a moot point by then. He left it in after he shot off. as he went soft I squeezed his cock with my sphincter. It was like having a sex balloon in me. I relaxed and his cock shrank until my next squeeze.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "I hope this is the way it is supposed to be."
"I am and it is," I said. "I usually drip a lot after I shoot off. Are you offended I shot off in you?" he asked. "I usually shoot a big load and it makes a mess."
"Let's just say, if you make it, I'll take it," I said.
Phil smiled. "It hasn't gone to waste?"
"It is a nice souvenir of a good time," I said.
Phil was a busy man and we reconnected every three to four weeks. his father had a hose in Florida and Phil was a scuba-diver. Phil became interested in archaeology especially where it could fill in gaps in the historical record.