Ali Baba and the 40 Wrestlers 2
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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After six months things were going well. We had a routine and things now fit in a comfortable groove. Mandelbaum and I had made friends and the sex was pleasant but not demanding. We had a few problems, but we could manage them. One of the men died of a stroke in his bed, and two men had to go to a home for dementia.
After a life spent in the limelight, the comparative calm of the Atlas Arms was good. Normal day to day problems added a little excitement. All was well until I had a call. Mandelbaum had been in a hit and run accident, I raced to the hospital.
There were police in the reception area of the Emergency room. A patrol man, Lester Givens, was a wresting fan, he recognized Mandelbaum. He was with Detective Ellen Jasper. They told me Mandelbaum was in critical condition.
A few minutes later a Doctor came down the hall towards us. I knew it was bad news. Mandelbaum died without regaining consciousness. I was listed as his next of kin, so I had to do the identification. That was not good. The police and the hospital staff were all solicitous. When I left the hospital, the press was waiting. There were many wrestling fans in Miami and someone at the scene had recognized him.
Reporters were at the entrance to the Atlas Arms too, but the wrestlers did not take that well, so the photographers kept their distance. I was dazed. Mandelbaum and I were not just partners, we were friends and we thought alike.
When wrestling he seemed to know what I would do next and I anticipated his next moves. That is why we were so successful. Some guys had to practice and rehearse. We were naturals. Our sex lives were the same. Mandelbaum knew what I wanted and needed. Sometimes he knew before I realized I wanted it. I knew when he wanted some variety with another man. He knew if the guy was threesome material. Mandelbaum was the perfect friend with benefits partner. We thought alike but not too much alike.
I called his cousin Saul who was shocked. He said he would contact all his relatives. He also said he would call his Rabbi to arrange the burial. The family was in Tampa as was the family burial place. It seemed to me this would require some coordination. Saul said not to worry.
We buried Sam the next day in Tampa with a dozen of Sam's family in attendance. Sam was helpful to contact many family members. They attended with less than a day's notice. Back in Miami I thought there should be some sort of a memorial get together. But it was summer and the fall or winter was a better time.
The men at the Atlas Arms were helpful, but there was little to do. Mandelbaum was orderly and organized. He had a will and I was the executor with Saul. Since Mandelbaum and I co-owned most of our assets they automatically became mine. He had nephews and nieces who were taken care of and a beach house in Jersey that became theirs. Since Saul was an executor, he took all the executor fees, since I was merely a co-signer.
I am not much of a business man, but everything was up to date and scheduled. Bruno became the manager and the Professor advised him on the technicalities. We added Giles Williams as a bookkeeper. I thought Saul was uptight, Giles was obsessively correct. He had lost his job when the son of the owner of the firm he worked for took over. He was born again and fired Giles on suspicions of being gay.
There had always been a chance that something would go wrong in a match and one of us would be hurt. Mandelbaum was more worried about and major injury causing brain damage, or a fan who took things too seriously. For a wildly flamboyant man, he was careful and was more concerned about me. I was the aggressive front man.
I wasn't exactly lonely since everyone wanted to help. Something was missing. I was as if I had lost an arm or leg. It suddenly wasn't there anymore. I had to rethink my life. Almost every conversation with him included a wise crack or an unexpected observation. There was something missing.
Mandelbaum joked about the perfect gay man's funeral with a quiet grave side service followed by a reception-orgy with each man's memorial orgasm, either oral or anal. This had been a running joke for years. I did mention that I suspected his family would not be pleased.
We had always been generous sexually to our friends. More correctly we were sexually generous to men who became our friends. Some of our birthday boys, came back for refills. While we were wild men in public, we were the high point of the sexual life many men. Squirming on Mandelbaum's cock and coaxing his load from his balls into his ass was a thrill.
Some wrestlers stay in character when making a guest fuck. We were always pleasant, and it seemed wrong to add wrestling theatrics to an intimate sexual moment. If a guy was particularly receptive Mandelbaum would ask if he wanted me to fuck him too. The answer was always yes. I had a warm spot for using Mandelbaum's sperm as lube, so it was good for everyone. I was surprised at the number of sympathy cards from fans I received.
A month after Mandelbaum's death I attended one of Sunny Delight's the open houses. Mandelbaum had joked that if I died and looked down on him from heaven, he wasn't unfaithful. He was just fucking for two. Unexpectedly, I was also hot property.
Sunny had a sense of humor. He told me that he knew he could never replace Mandelbaum, but his ass would like to give it a try. We had two new men who came to the event, Baby Butch and Fredzilla. Butch was a muscular dwarf who had provided comic bouts with his late partner. Fredzilla claimed he had emerged from the Everglades swamp. He was a redneck's redneck. His country accent was so strong it was almost a foreign language.
After wrestling, Butch had been the towel boy in a spa that went belly up. Fredzilla had been a bouncer at a night club. Fred wasn't too bright and had been arrested for assault. He was six-feet-five and 250 pounds. A little tap from him was problematic. The D.A. let him off if he didn't work security again. His low I.Q. contributed to that. He was destitute so I gave him a job as a gardener. My former gardener got a job at an upscale hotel. He showed Fredzilla the ropes. Luckily Fredzilla loved flowers and all was well. We got Fred to drop the zilla from his name.
Butch and Fred were roommates and got along well. Butch had problems with his legs and Fred had no problem carrying him around. Butch could translate Fred's dense accent, so things worked out well. We met naked for the first time at Sunny's party.
Butch got me in a corner alone. "This place is great, I was up the creek without a paddle," he said. "Fred had no paddle and didn't know how to swim," he said.
"That is why we bought this place. I'm glad you like it," I said.
"I know you get along with a lot of the guys here," he said. "Is that part of the rent, or is it optional?"
"There are no secret clauses in the rental agreement. We have some extra curricular activities, they are up to you," I said. "There are no extra charges and no initiation."
"Fred likes to pick who he plays with. He has a big one. Some guys just want to see if they can take it," Butch said. He glanced at me cock. "I'm not into guys who just want to do a dwarf."
"I understand that," I said. He wandered off and the Bronx Bronco came over to me. He was friendly, outgoing and lacked any self-control over what he said. "Mandelbaum was hairy like me. Do you need a hairy ass to fuck?" he asked. Even by his standards, that was crude.
"Nope, but if your balls are full, I wouldn't mind sucking you until they are empty," I replied. I can fight fire with fire.
"It's been a week. Do you eat it or spit it out?" he asked.
"I suck it up, use it as mouthwash and then swallow every drop," I said.
Bronco leaned close to me and whispered. "I heard you did birthday parties once and a while. Do you still do that? Would I be trespassing if I did parties.?"
"I'm retired, so I have no problem," I said.
"I'm retired too, but I get lucky once and a while," he said. I dropped to my knees and found his uncut cock in his pubic thicket. We both had a good time.
A week later Bronco came to see me. "Do you remember when I talked to you about the private parties I used to have?" he asked.
"Yes, Mandelbaum and I used to do them once and a while."
"Well, I have an engagement lined up for some guys I used to have fun with. It was small group of older guys. The birthday boy is a big-time car dealer. He's loaded and a nice guy. Very accommodating, if you get my drift. It's his sixtieth and his buddies want something special. He was a big fan of yours. It would be a real treat if he met you," Bronco explained. "Baby Butch is joining me to add an exotic touch."
Bronco was what our accountant called financially unstable. I didn't want to do it, but after a while I figured what the hell. It could only be so bad.
The Bronx Bronco gave the impression of being spontaneous and scatterbrained. Everything in his party routine was planned. We were there to entertain the birthday boy. Bronco would complain that he was not there for a church night social. He wanted some real man fun.
The host would ask if the other men could join in. Bronco would reluctantly agree, only if they were "bare ass naked" too. The guests would fain reluctance, but they would eventually strip. This was sort of a 1950s proto-porn movie plot. That was what the birthday boy wanted. From then on, we would play it by ear.
A few days later we drove to a mansion just north of the main beach. It was a big, Spanish style place. Bronco told them he was bringing a special friend, but I was more special than they had guessed. I had been a regular on television, and my costumes tended to suggest more of my equipment that usual. I knew there had been considerable speculation as to if it was real, or padding.
The men were all naked when I made my entrance with Baby Butch in my arms. We were naked. There was collective gasp and then applause. The men were between 40 and 70 and in good shape. Most owned their own companies or were top salesmen. The birthday boy owned one of the biggest car dealerships in Florida. They called him Bud. He was Italian and somehow, Bud was short for Salvatore. Most of the men seems to be Italian, Greek or Spanish-Mexican if my brief survey of chest hair was any indicator. They looked macho, but macho and straight are not the same thing. Macho men often enjoy the company of other macho men.
As Ali Baba, I had been one of the most macho men in wresting. I was the strong, silent type, mostly because I have Irish-Scots ancestry, so I had no trace of a Turkish or Arab accent. I just looked the part.
"I thought this was going to be just the four of us," I said.
"Bud has friends," Bronco said.
"They better be playful. I hate guys who just watch," I said.
"I think they can be as playful as you want," Bud said. "Am I right guys?" There was a murmur of agreement.
"Any cocks or holes off limits?" I asked. Before anyone could answer Bud was sucking my cock. Bronco had joined the group of observers and turned them into participants.
As in any group sex, the situation was fluid. Bronco, Bud, Butch and I were busy, but several men coupled with other guests. If you lusted after a guy in the group, this was a prefect time to connect. You could sample the merchandise without making a big play. At a bar you make a big play, get him home and discover he's a dud. You are stuck with him for the night. This arty was no fault cock sucking.
Bud moved on to Bronco, and I had a variety of potential playmates. A few men thought they were hot stuff and came to me immediately. They were drop dead gorgeous and wanted attention. I am accommodating and polite. The men who held back until later were usually more my type. They were less sure of themselves and were much more accommodating to my sexual interests.
One of the beauties, Frank, was good. He had all the car salesman's bluster and drive, but I felt some underlying insecurity. It was an act. He had been a tackle on a championship winning football team. He was good, but the quarterback was the real star. Frank was just the meat that protected the star. He was a good cocksucker and his thick tube of man meat was impressive but not pretty.
"Do you bottom?" I asked.
"I do it all, but not in front of all these guys," he said. "I'd take yours."
"Cum too?" I asked. He nodded. I told him we could had a private session at my apartment if he was interested.
Louie was an older man sporting an impressive cock. He was in pretty good condition and owned a pricey foreign car dealership in Miami and Sarasota. "I wondered what was under your skimpy costumes. It's better than I had hoped. Am I too old for you?" he asked.
"You can get up close and personal if you want," I said. "I never disappoint a fan." I replied. A second or two later I realized Louie as a post doctorial degree in cock sucking. He came close to deep throating me.
"Have you been practicing?" I asked.
"Even since I was 14," he replied. "I was an early bloomer!"
"I see you are interested in underage sex," a beefy bearded man who had been watching us said.
"I like men who have some mileage on them. Breaking in twinks is too time consuming," I said. "I like guys who knows the score."
"I've been around the block a few times, made a few bad choices, but I'm just as horny as a teenager. My name is Rick, but I'm known as "No Price too Low for Rick" to most people," he explained.
"You're the guy with the most annoying ads on late night TV?" I asked.
"That me, I have the least expensive advertising firm in Florida, and it shows!" Rick said. "Damn you're hot!"
"Rick picks his lovers by cock size," Louie said.
"Every man needs a hobby!" Rick proclaimed.
Bronco was fucking Bud, the birthday boy. The party was coming to an end.
Bronco, Butch and I ended up at a post party event at Louie's place with Rick and Frank. It seemed to be an anal one-for-the-road night-cap. Rick and Frank hadn't told me they were needy bottoms. Rick was wide open and had a nearly prehensile ass. Frank was insecure about his masculinity and seemed to think a few loads of wrestler's sperm in his ass would help that.
Rick was an asshole in addition to having an asshole. With him it was anything goes. Bronco and Butch were with him. Bronco would fuck him, then Butch would fist fuck him. His fist and arm fit in Rick's commodious ass. This was new to Rick and he went crazy.
Frank was a nice guy and his ass had been rarely used. He almost treated my uncut cock as an object of veneration. He carefully peeled back the skin with his tongue and licked the flared edge of my knob. His tongue then explored my slit. My slit is wide, so he tried to push his tongue into my cum spigot. I was fully erect by then.
"I don't know if I can take it all," he murmured. "My hole is tight."
"Do you want to take my load in your mouth?" I asked.
"That would be okay," he said in a whisper.
"You really want to feel me shooting my load in your ass, don't you? When I shoot, I try to push my cum as deep into you as I can. Mandelbaum said he liked it so deep he could almost taste it."
A few minutes later I was in Frank's ass. He was tight and his ass seemed to grip my cock as I pushed deeper. My oozing precum provided all the lubricant we needed. He shot off as I filled his ass. We went home shortly after. Both Rick and Frank were exhausted.
"Damn, I thought I was experienced, but you guys! It was an honor to watch you go at it. Butch how did you discover how to do that?" Bronco asked.
"One of my former partners like it in his ass. He said I wasn't big enough, so I shoved my fist up his ass,
Butch said. "It turned out that was one of his special interests, so he gave me lessons on how to do it without hurting a guy."
"It did the trick on Rick!"
"It doesn't do much for me, but Rick was such a jerk, it seemed to me he deserved it," Butch observed. "I'm not much a bottom, but after watching Ali Baba do Frank I might reconsider?"
"Ali, it's hard to make fucking a guy in the ass look pretty," Bronco said.
"Frank was a nice guy," I said. We were back at the Atlas Arms. It was in the early morning and we went to our rooms.
The next morning, I saw Bronco at breakfast. "Bud gave me an extra three thousand for last night. Your share is a thousand." I told him to share it with Butch. I didn't need it.
"Do you think you might do it again?" Bronco asked. "You are the Michelangelo of fucking."
"I might. I wouldn't want it to become a regular thing, but once and a while might be okay," I replied. Bronco left with a smile on his face. It had been odd, but it was a bit like revisiting my youth. Mandelbaum and I had fun with parties' years earlier and it had been quirky enough to be fun. I hadn't done anything like that in four or five years.
A few days later Baby Butch and Fredzilla asked me over for dinner. The extra money from Bronco had been welcome and they wanted to thank me. Fred had been short order cook at one time. Butch was a good cook and together they made a fine dinner. I had been top billing in my prime, and they had been the comic relief, but we knew a lot of the same people and we had the same opinions on most of them.
Fred sensed that Butch was smarter than he was and kept him out of trouble. Fred was also protective of the small man. A dwarf can be a target of bullies and buffoons. My dad was as big as I am; he thought jerks who made fun of different people were scum. Bullies and jerks discovered they weren't that big after Dad gave them a lesson in politeness.
Butch was aggressive himself and he could teach a guy a lesson. The men he tangled with couldn't admit they were beaten up by a dwarf. Butch liked showing off his by no means dwarf sized cock, and if you were unpleasant, he could stretch a guy's ass hole a few sizes bigger.
He said his cock could give you a rectal massage or teach you a lesson. Fred said he always started slow and easy and almost always ended fast and furious.
"Butch told me you had a good time the other day?" Fred said.
"It was a nice time," I said. "It was pleasanter than I expected."
"We could all have a really nice time if you would like that," he added.
"We would both like that," Butch said. "Fred would like to fuck you."
"I'm pretty open minded." I smiled and that was enough for them. I expected the size difference might be a problem, but it was soon clear that they had worked out how to deal with that.
Fred was on the bed and I sat on his erect cock facing him. His cock must have been designed to fit my ass perfectly. I was both comfortable and effective. Butch climbed on the bed, faced me and impaled himself on my cock. He held on to me, rocked a little stimulating my cock as I rocked on Fred's. Of course, they were lovers and Fred's cock in my ass was inches away from my cock in Buster's hole.
It was perfect. I though they must have practiced this position before, but they told me it was a first for them, we broke a part and Buster fucked me as I fucked Fred. We coordinated our thrusting, so it was a continuous motion as Buster slid into me and I slid into Fred. Buster was the first to pop flooding my rectum with his seed. I was a few seconds later as I filled Fred.
As we talked afterwards, Buster said he couldn't believe we were so perfectly coordinated. I had noticed the same thing. We were friends and would never be more than that, but we were also perfectly compatible sexually. It was lovely.
It was good to know I could have fun without Mandelbaum. It wasn't the same, but it was good. I fell asleep that night satisfied, and happy. I was retired and life was quiet, but day to day life isn't always quiet.