After College 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 am Wally, and I lived in a good neighborhood of Preston, New York. Preston was an upscale neighborhood of the city inhabited by upper-level corporate executives. My parents' social life revolved around the county club and golf club. Dad owned a real estate company. He golfed and mom played bridge. They divorced my freshman year of college. It was an amical divorce. Mom wanted more than bridge.
At home I was part of what was known as the Caddy Brigade. A guy named Ronny and I were the most reliable of the caddies in the golf club. We were close friends. No one mentioned gay sex at that time, but Ronny discovered cock sucking on his own and soon introduced other members of the Brigade to man sex. Ronny and I came to like man sex a lot.
After graduation, I went home. Dad gave me a house, and I got a job with one of the men I caddied for, Whitey Mellon. He was a building contractor, and I was his business manager. I wrote proposals for new work. Whitey was a good contractor, but I reworked his proposals in English to they could impress businessman and government officials. I had seen him in the showers of the club. At the office I saw him at the urinals. He was interested in my cock, and certainly I was interested in his.
I had been there a few months when I stayed late finishing a report for Whitey. I went to take a piss and a minute later he joined me, He rearranged his balls, and I did the same. "Is there any chance that we share the same interests?" he asked.
"I kind of think that there is a good chance we do." I said.
"I have some pals who share the same interest." he said.
I nodded. "I've never done it with an older guy before," I added, "I would be interested."
"Would it bother if some of your dad's pals had some fun with you?" he asked.
"They are interested?" I asked.
"They sure are. Your dad is interested too. Not in you, but some of your pals. Does that surprise you?" He asked.
"It kind of relieves me. I was afraid he would find out about my sex life." I said.
"We get together at my house on Sunday at noon," he said. "We call it a pressure reducing session. All sex and no complications are the rule. It was all voluntary, oral, and anal. Most of the time guys let you know if they are going to cum. You should do the same, but we all know cocks do what they want. Accidents and opportunities happen."
At noon I and my pals Bob, Hal, Joe, and Tim knocked on the door of Whitey's house. It was a big farmhouse outside of town. Mr. Preston, Jerry Dunavant and Tom Delaney were there. Dad and his pal Rufus came in a little later.
Dad came over to me. "I was as afraid that you would find out I was gay as you were about your sexual interests? Are you okay with this?" Dad asked.
I nodded. "If this turns out poorly, can we just pretend it didn't happen?" I said.
"That is fine with me," he said. "I am experienced. Is that a problem?" I said no.
"Rufus wanted to know if anal was a problem?" Dad asked. "He had a warm spot for that."
"It hasn't been a problem before," I said.
"He shoots a big load," Dad said.
"I like that, it isn't a problem," I remarked. Dad went off talk to other men. A minute or two later Rufus came over to me. Rufus owned a large dairy farm. He was a big, muscular man. He had three daughters, one of whom liked the dairy. His only son, Rufus Jr. was small and agile. He was teaching mathematics at the school.
"Your Dad said you were interested," he said in a whisper.
I said yes. I wouldn't mind getting naked and seeing how it goes," I said. "I am excited and want to get going."
"I am ready," Rufus said, and asked, "You will tell me if anything hurts won't you? This isn't a test." I began to unbutton my shirt in answer. He smiled and did the same. A minute later we were nude, and his impressive cock was in my mouth. Maybe a minute later I tasted his precum. It was thick and sweet. Rufus was well equipped and his precum was flowing. He was uncut, and I had never sucked an uncut cock before.
"It's big," I said.
"Is it too big?" Rufus asked.
"It's exciting," I said. A little later we were on the floor linked cock to mouth. A few minutes later we rearranged ourselves and he fingered my ass. A little later his tongue was in my ass. A few minutes after his cock was probing my ass. A little later it was in me. It was a perfect fit.
"I don't know if I can keep from breeding you," he said. "Does the feeling of a guy's little polliwogs frolicking in your ass, bother you?"
"I don't know, but I would like to find out," I replied. His cock didn't exactly fit, but it was way better than what I thought it would be. I couldn't believe how much I love his sperm tickling my ass, or how many times he ejaculated.
A little later Dad asked if I was okay. I said it was wonderful.
He smiled. "I have some lotion if your ass hurts." He asked, I said there were no problems. Dad and I never did anything sexual. He remained a father and a source of good advice and common sense.
When I caught my breath, I connected with Tom Howard. He told me that since was the sheriff, he told me he needed an alternative to guys in the jail to play with. Tom was older, a bit overweight and hairy like a gorilla. He fucked me but Tom loved being fucked. My cock was a near perfect fit.
The afternoon was surreal, but I was fine with that. I felt as if I had graduated from the kiddy pool to the big pool. Tom told me he felt young again, taking my cock up his ass. It was a good afternoon. We all had a good time. I had a feeling that I had a better time than my old pals. They liked gay sex, but they preferred younger men.
In some ways there was more sex, but less drama and angst than I expected. This was pure sex, no drama and lots of cock. I was happy. The older guys felt the same way. They wanted no strings sex combined with as many orgasms as possible.
Three days later, Tom, the sheriff, called and asked if we could get together. He said he had a friend who would like to meet me. Tom came with Monty, one of the newer members of the Sherriff office. Monty had recently recovered a child kidnapping victim and had been injured. It was all over the paper and the TV.
"I am sorry to bother you, but I discovered that Monty shared a common interest with you and me. He hasn't done much, but I think some of the things we did the other day would interest him," Tom said. "I was hoping you would be open minded."
I smiled and said, "Are you sure that it is my mind that is what you want open?" Both men smiled.
"Monty is new to the scene, but he is a fast learner," the sheriff said. I said that was fine, but I had been working all day and needed to shower. Thay joined me and nature took its course.
Monty had never fucked a man before, but some how his cock knew what to do. He had no idea that a tight ass and his cock would get along well. My ass muscles knew how to make a visiting cock feel welcome. A new world of sexual pleasure opened for him. He was shocked when he shot off. He tried to pull out, but the sheriff held him in my ass, so he made a full deposit.
More surprising, Tom shoved his cock into the just vacated ass and used Monty's sperm as lubricant. Tom was not as virginal as I thought. Monty got hard again. Tom put my legs on his shoulders as he fucked me. his exposed his asshole. Monty then fucked Tom as Tom fucked me.
Monty could feel Tom shooting off in my ass, so he shot off in Tom's hole. It was a total success. It was beautiful for all of us. We were still in the shower so it was easy to wash off the semen drooling from our asses. Monty liked that a lot.
I had thought sex was an extra added attraction to my life. I now realized it was more than that. I knew that sucking and being sucked was good. Sucking was good, but taking a man's load made it far better. I loved it when a man surrendered and fed me his orgasms. We shared the experience.
Similarly, my ass became the play court for the sport that all men love. Every move a guy made in the progress to his own orgasm effected my need to drain my balls. Sometimes his climax would induce my own and we would alternate ejaculations. That was rare, cocks do not take orders.
There was an oddity about my relationship with my school pals. My connections to my friends remained the same while the new relationships to Whitey's friends intensified.
The older men had a get together every two to four weeks. I was surprised when Ronny came to one. I had no idea what he was into group play. I was surprised to see him with my dad's cock embedded into his ass. I turned away and connected with Tom, the sheriff. Soon his cock was embedded in my ass. My erection made it clear I was enjoying it.
"I didn't know you were into older guys?" Ronny asked of me.
"I sure am," I replied. "You have the same tastes?"
"You saw us?" he asked. "We connected in the locker room at the club. He taught me a lot. Is that a problem?"
"It is a surprise, but I think it's okay. I knew we shared the same interests, but I didn't know how much we shared," I said.
"It was accidental," Ronny said. "If I said that it was too good to stop, would you understand?" he asked. "It feels so good when he shoots in me."
"I guess we like the same things," I said. Things are okay." It was odd to think that Dad's cum was in Ronny's ass. It was odder to think Dad's cum was exciting.
"Your dad taught me a lot of stuff after my 18th birthday. I was hot to trot from the time I was fifteen or so. I had wanted to play with him since I was fifteen. He told me to wait until I was legal," Ronny said. "We connected at the Christmas break. It was good. I liked his cock in my ass. I loved his seed in me." He paused and added, "Knowing it was his cum turned me on big time."
A few days later Ronny called me and said he had a guy who would like to meet me. "He's an older guy but I think he would like you and you would like him. I said that would be fine, I was in the mood for some fun. I didn't say that I was ready for fun most of the time.
The friend was Mr. Denis Roberts, the former biology teacher. He always gave the impression that students were beneath him. He was one of the older teachers, and he was no longer interested in teaching. I later found out that one of his favorite professors in college committed suicide because he was accused of making a pass at a student. It was a false accusation. Mr. Roberts decided to avoid any suggestion of being close to a student. He was retired and pushing seventy now.
Roberts was not handsome, but he exercised and was in good shape. I soon found out that he was also well hung. I got the ball rolling by dropping to my knees and sucking his cock. Some men's genitals are what a friend called a still life, the same size soft as they were erect. Robert's cock was both a grower and a shower. It was also responsive. It oozed, twitched, and shivered in response to my mouth. He got more excited when my tongue caressed his knob. He had a wide piss slit I has the impression I could get deep into it, when I flicked it, my tongue could taste his precum. Robert was not responsive but his cock was responding.
I was more experienced than he, so I relocated and sat on his cock. My saliva provided lubricant, and it was a good fit. Roberts was not skilled as a top, but I made up whatever skills he lacked. He loved that. I changed positions with my legs on his shoulders and his cock in my ass. He became more comfortable. I gripped his ridged member, and he began to relax.
"Are you okay?" I asked. "Is it too much?"
"It is too much, but don't stop," he said.
"You know I want you to shoot in me?" I said. "Have you ever traded cum with a guy?"
"Once, but I was so afraid I didn't have time to pull away." Roberts said.
"Are you afraid to have a guy's sperm filling your ass?" I asked. "By the way, you are relaxing. Eventually you will accept a guy's cock up your ass."
"Will it be messy?" he asked.
"Sometimes another guy's sperm is a mess. Sometimes it is a reward." I said. "Some men think that used sperm is a reward. They think they can taste the sexual excitement in the sperm drool." Just then he began to squirt into my ass. Roberts shivered with each ejaculation. He pulled out of my ass. I straddled his cock, and sat on it. His cock slid though my sperm lubricated his ass. I wasn't sure he knew what happened, but he obviously enjoyed it. All was well. He knew his cock was welcome in my ass.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"Your cock is getting harder," I said. "I want your load."
"I don't know if I can do that," he said. As he said that he shot the rest of his load into me. Roberts moaned and then pulled out of my ass. He said thank you, then dressed and left. At first, I thought it was too much for him. I thought back to the first orgasm I had in a man's tight and warm ass. I understood.
He called me the next day. "I thought that was too much for me. I can't stop thinking about it," he said, "Do you understand?"
I said yes. "Sometime the first fuck is a onetime only event," I said. "Other times is an introduction to a new life of sexual pleasure."
"I have never done anything like that before," he said. "I didn't expect it."
"Your mind was not in control," I explained. "Your body's instincts were in control. Your body wanted a nice warm place to dump semen. My ass met all it's requirements. Your cock and my ass agreed about that."
"Were you offended?" He asked.
"I loved it. I loved feeling you seed me," I said. "Some people think an ejaculation is accidental. I don't think that. Sex is the basis of all animal life on earth. That is not an accident."
"I am still confused." he said.
"One of my high school pals fucked me and I loved knowing his sperm was in my ass and no one knew," I said. "I felt the same way about your load." He smiled and all was well.
A few days later Roberts called and said he would like to get together again. He said he had some pals who would like to meet me. They were older men. We talked for a while, and I said I would be home the next evening if that was okay with them. Roberts said he was sure it would be okay for them.
Robert was at the door at eight, his friends were Jerry Dunavant and Tom Dulaney. They were friends of my father's and members of the play group. They were football players, and I didn't know them well. They went to a school with a good football program after graduation. They were successful businessmen, but never made it to a professional level in sports.
I knew from Rufus that they liked to top and fuck, but they wouldn't suck to completion, and not take a cock in the ass. As football players they once had the pick of desirable men. Now they were older and less desirable. They were not a hot property anymore.
We went to my bedroom and stripped. They were nervous. They were well hung, but I was bigger.
"Roberts wanted to kick it up a notch. We are here for moral support, Jerry said.
"It's more like immoral support," Tom said.
"So far it has always fit," I said. "So far there has always been room for a load of sperm. I usually shoot a big load. Men say it feels good. Guys say it is good lube for the next cock. Some men shoot hands free when I cum on them.
"That sounds messy," Jerry said. "I have seen guys lick a used hole. They seemed to like it.
We dried off and went to the bedroom. I thought this get together was going to fizzle out.
It turned out that middle aged men who could either decide to have sex with a well-hung young man, or have no sex at all discovered it was a easy choice. They soon discovered my cock was easy to accommodate in their ass and that a cock massaging their ass was exciting. They had been playing with the same men for years. Sex was okay, but not exciting anymore.
They were briefly a little standoffish at first. Roberts had played with me before and he was ready. I wondered if he had tried a dildo. Roberts was receptive and immediately realize that my cock was vastly superior to a piece of rubberized plastic. Of course I oozed my own lubricant. He loved that.
Jerry asked if he could fuck Roberts. They had been old pals and he wanted to breed him. I pulled out and Jerry slid into the well-prepared hole.
Tom was more than ready. I took my time. It turned out Tom had a crush on my father in high school. They never connected, but my cock was like dad's. I had a feeling Tom's ass had unmet needs,
I pushed my knob into his ass. I tested his sphincter and suddenly pushed past his sphincter to his prostate. He moaned.
A little later he relaxed and opened. He made no effort to slow my cock. It was beautiful. We were fuckers, not lovers, but Jerry and Tom were unprepared for the emotional impact