Ali Baba and the 40 Wrestlers 4
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The Bronx Bronco and Baby Butch came to see me. "I've got another party engagement," Bronco said. Butch is interested and I wanted to see if you might be into it."
"Is this another birthday party?" I asked.
"Yes and no. It is a birthday, but it's not a traditional party," Butch said.
"No cake?"
"All the refreshments are homemade and served from your favorite organ," Bronco said. "The event is for Dr. Billy, a urologist. He takes care of men's problems, with some emphasis on the prostate. Most of the guests are fellow doctors, nurses and medical personnel in the same field. The doctor was into wrestling in his youth. His partner is hosting the event and wanted some real wrestlers to make it special. Dr. Billy is 60."
"There is one rule: the medical people can't talk shop, so you won't be out of place," Bronco added. "Apparently their usual conversation is pretty limited."
"Limited as in bend over and open wide?" I asked. Bronco nodded.
"It's not what I would call a sophisticated night's entertainment, but the guys I have met are fun and they sure know a lot about a man's private parts," Bronco said.
"How many have you met?" I asked.
"Four guys, one doctor and three others," Bronco replied. "They were good."
"I met two of them. They aren't shy. They were nice. I thought they might have just wanted a sexual freak show," Butch said. "I'm not exactly standard issue, but the sure knew where my good parts were." We chatted a while and I eventually decided to join in. I wasn't that enthusiastic, but I was curious. I was surprised at my curiosity. I was middle aged and thought I had grown out of that. Apparently, your sex drive has no expiration date.
A week later we drove to a house 25 miles west of the Beach. I thought that was all swamp, but there was a secluded one-story house on dry land. It was modern and obviously expensive. A distinguished looking man greeted us.
"I'm Douglas, the host for this event. I know you from years of watching wrestling. I am honored to meet you," he said. Douglass was nude and clearly at ease. "Come in, the rest of the guests will be here shortly. The dress code here is quite informal. I assume you don't object. The dressing room is on the left." We went into the room and undressed.
"Are any of you men shy?" Douglas asked.
"Being shy isn't one of our problems," I said.
"I hope I don't embarrass you if I say none of you have any reason to be shy," Douglass said. "Let me give you a preview of coming attractions. This is a party for my partner Dr. Bill Foster. Most of the invited men are his friends, and a few are his friends' friends. They are all professionals and any non-professional contact with their patients would destroy their reputations and the professional relationship between patient and doctor. This party is a chance to let off steam and reduce stress."
"This party is purely recreational. Their every day work doesn't allow for any intimacy. Are any of you troubled by getting intimate with men you have just met?" Douglas asked.
"Shit, we use to wrestle all but naked in front of hundreds of people three of four times a week. Visitors came in the dressing room and watched us shower. I ain't the delicate type," Bronco replied. "I don't think any of us has a problem being naked."
"If you feel uncomfortable at any time, just say no. There will be no problem with any of our guests," Douglass explained. "I might mention that none of our guests has any problem sucking, fucking or taking it in the ass. Some have a warm spot for sperm in the ass or mouth. You can give or take depending on your preference. I assume you know that sometimes orgasms can be spontaneous. I apologize in advance if that happens."
"Do any of your pals squirt a particularly good vintage sperm?" Bronco asked.
Douglass smiled. "I think Dr. Billy's 1957 brew is particular good, rich and creamy. Dennis Franklin is a vegetarian who eats a lot of fruit. It's of interest to the connoisseur."
"Good on your cereal at breakfast?" Butch asked.
"It's better with desert after dinner," Douglass smiled and replied. "Dennis is intelligent and clever, but he is more attractive in dim light. Incidentally, his balls are particularly productive."
"Damn, guys say the same thing about me," Butch said. Someone rang the doorbell and the party was underway. We were a complete surprise, a welcome surprise. Dr. Billy, Dennis, Lonnie, a nurse and Dr. John, a Psycohologist were in the first group. They stripped quickly.
Dr. Billy went for Bronco, Lonnie and Dr. John gravitated to Butch and Dennis came to me. Dennis was stocky and muscular. He was just short of being ugly, but he had a good smile and good attitude. He was hairy and his cock had been hiding in his pubic bush. The uncut tool soon made an appearance.
"I watched you on TV for years," Dennis said, "You're more impressive than I had guessed! I thought your trunks were padded."
"Some men think my cock tastes better than it looks," I said. "I don't play hard to get." Dennis was on my cock a second later. Dennis must have studied cock sucking at graduate school.
Dr. Bill's cock had vanished down Bronco's throat. Dr. John and Lonnie were with Butch. John was wearing a back brace, so Lonnie held up Butch so that John could suck him. Lonnie was tall, borderline fat, smooth and had a small cock and seemed to have a vagina where his balls should be.
Five minutes later a second group of four joined the group. I didn't catch their names until later. They stripped and joined in. No one seemed even a bit shy. Dennis told me they got together every two or three months to let off some steam. This was the first time they had guests, and Dennis said we were a complete and welcome surprise.
Two men came over to us. Dennis introduced them as Ron, a nurse and Denton, an administrator. Both were muscle builders. Ron was maybe 30, well hung and shaved. Denton was an older ginger bear. He looked like a red Santa. Uncut his cock hid in his bush.
"Damn, I never thought I would meet Ali Baba in the flesh," Denton exclaimed. "I never thought I would see all of you! I never dreamed it would be so big. My know-it-all buddy said it was padded." He paused and then asked, "Are you here as inspiration or are you here to play?"
"That depends if you are a cock sucker," I said. "I also give demonstrations on how to stretch an asshole wider."
"You aren't the shy type, are you?" Ron asked.
"Have you ever heard of a shy and retiring professional wrestler?" I asked. Both men laughed.
We didn't exactly pair off. It was more like a genital game of musical chairs. Every ass and cock were available for use. Lonnie was hermaphrodite. He had an enlarged clitoris and a non-functioning vagina. He was sterile but there seemed to be a sensory connection between his mini-cock and the cunt.
Dr. Bill was into cocks' big time. "There are two types of cocks in my life. There are sick and damaged penises that need to be examined and cured. I've been practicing for more than 40 years and seen thousands of them," he explained. "I've never been turned on by one of them. In contrast, I have friends and playmates who possess cocks. These are for play and recreation. I never mix the two."
The men had varied interests. Denton liked macho men. Dr. John required conversation as well as cock in his ass to get off. Dennis liked it all. It was different from any similar event I had been at before. There was no trace of reserve, embarrassment or shyness. Most of these men were cock professionals. They dealt with cocks, the urinary and reproductive systems every day.
Dr. Bill told me he loved to see a cock in action. He loved to caress it and work it until the inevitable orgasm. "Ron calls me the cock whisperer. I can gauge to the second when a man is ready to pop. I can finger a man's prostate like a concert pianist until he pops," he said.
"You take the load?" I asked.
"I sure do, but when I do, I miss the visual stimulation of the spurting cock," he said. "That's why I started this little group. I can lap up a man's load while watching other men climax. I'd like to take a load in the ass as I eat a load. I done it a few times, and each time it gets better." I found out that was planned to be the high point in the festivities, and my cock was to play a major role.
Butch hit it off with Lonnie. Lonnie was tall so Butch was at genital level. "Don't worry. You're not going to choke on it," Lonnie said of his small penis. It was either a small penis or a large clitoris. I couldn't tell. It looked quite penis like to me.
Butch was into it. He sucked it and Lonnie reacted as if the organ was a cock.
"I don't ooze any precum, but Dennis shot off in me. If you like the cream, you can lick it up," Lonnie said. Butch took advantage of the opportunity and licked Lonnie's dripping cunt. Somehow. I could tell that Lonnie wanted to shoot off.
"I like a cock in my cunt or ass," Lonnie explained.
"Which do you prefer?" Butch asked.
"Guys say my ass is tight, but the cunt is more exciting for me," Lonnie explained. Butch alternated between sucking Lonnie's penis and fucking the cunt.
Ron and Dennis came over to me. Dennis bent over. "I hope we aren't being too forward. Dennis was going to burst if he didn't get fucked by someone," Ron said.
"He's already shot off in Lonnie," I remarked. I touched his rosebud with my cock head. His ass all but swallowed my cock and he clamped shut and grabbed my cock.
"Dennis would have a future as a major East Coast cum producer if you could find a way to package it," Ron said. "He seems to have a five-minute recharge time. Lonnie can store it for a while. Dr. Billy likes it when Lonnie is dripping cum." Dennis pulled away. When he sat on Ron's cock the flow doubled, he could have been in fair sideshow as a cum dispenser. He returned to me and sat on my cock and the Butch sucked him. Next to us Dennis was riding Bronco like a mustang, complete with few "yippy-oh-kie-ayes." I think Bronco came close to falling in love with Dennis.
It was a good event. Every cock, ass, mouth and one vagina were available as were quarts of sperm and precum. There were no strings attached, but non-stop sexual pleasure. It was relaxed and casual without the frantic aspects of some group scenes. Ron told me that his liked having his ass pounded. Denton like to be fucked slow and easy.
I was a bit uneasy about Lonnie. He was a nice guy and he told me he was a trooper or a horny majorette depending on my interest. Explaining that I had a choice of a sphincter, or a commodious vagina depending on my needs.
I fucked him doggy style as Dennis licked his semi penis and tried to get his tongue into the Vagina with my cock. After some complicated efforts, Dennis 69 with Lonnie and had his tongue in the vagina when I began to fuck it. It was a tight fit, but we all enjoyed it. Later, I fucked Lonnie's ass as Dennis fucked the vagina. It was good for Dennis and me, but Lonnie went crazy.
Dr. Bill and Dr. John loved Butch. A sex-crazed Dwarf was new to them, and Butch was experienced and imaginative. Dr. John gave the impression that he was always taking notes. That academic activity was interrupted by multiple orgasms. Butch interested Dr. Bill. I think his interests were more personal and sexual.
John told me that he had never thought about Dwarfs before as people or sex partners. He thought Butch was remarkably well adjusted and friendly. He was aware of the physical problems that can affect older dwarfs and wanted to help.
He laughed. "If I told you the sex between Butch and me is spectacular and that effects my thinking about him, would you be surprised?" he asked.
"You noticed his legs are short, but his cock his full sized?" I asked.
John laughed again, "I may have noticed that," he remarked. "It sounds odd to say, but he was more filling than I expected. I thought it would be a novelty. It was full scale man ramming fuck. No holds barred. Knowing his sperm is in my ass give me an extra tingle." He paused and leaned close to me. "If you could give Dr. Bill a poke, I that it would be greatly appreciated. He's actually a little shy."
"Is Douglas his special friend?" I asked.
"Douglas likes to see Bill lose it. If you leave a deposit up Bill's ass, Douglas will plant it deeper later tonight after the party." John explained. "You would be the first part of a double play."
I went over to Bill who was taking a break. "Are you having a good time?" he asked.
I said it was a good party, adding "Everyone here seems to be agreeable. Any chance you have an itch that needs to be scratched? I'm really good about scratching hard to reach places."
He smiled and replied, "That is not the most original invitation to get fucked I have heard. I do have one place that needs attention. It's in a dark, hard-to-reach place."
"Do you just want to be scratched or would a sperm bath be better? I have some home-made lotions that most guys like," I asked.
Bill leaned near me. "I'm tight."
"I don't shove it where it's not wanted," I replied.
Well, my cock was wanted and fit like a glove. My cock reached a few spots Douglas had missed and that caught John off guard. He was moaning and squirming as he tried to get more of me in him. I glanced at Douglas who was enjoying the show and was rock hard too. When I pulled out after rear loading John, Douglas immediately filled the gaping hole. Douglas had a long, thin cock and he could push my cum deeper into his partner. After two hours the party wound down. I returned to the Atlas Arms with Bronco and Butch.
I expected to hook up with Bronco, but he went to his apartment. Butch wanted to stay.
"We put on a good show for these guys, they sure enjoyed it," Butch observed.
"Unless I am very much mistaken, I think we enjoyed it too." I said.
"I have an odd question for you. I've been a performer for all of my life," he said. "Do you think you could fuck me as a guy not as a dwarf?"
"I don't know. I have been a well-known wrestler. Sex with me is sometimes just a super-duper equivalent of an autograph for some men," I said. "Could you think of me as just a guy?"
"I would like to try it. Are you game?" he asked. We went to my bedroom and tried to get rid of our wresting baggage and just act like men. I was used to fans or other wrestlers. A wrestler has an image and an attitude. They often were in character all the time. Fucking was celebrating a victory, conceding defeat or making a fan happy. It was party of the game. Sex for fun with a guy you liked was rare.
Baby Butch didn't want sex with Ali Baba, he wanted sex with me. Martin Miller, Butch's real name, wanted to be with Rich MacDougal, my name. It worked out well. Martin was shy and needy. He told me he was sort of in love with me. "I'm not exactly head over heals in love with you, but my ass has dreams about your cock," he said.
"Would a load of my sperm make your ass feel wanted?" I asked.
He nodded. "This may sound odd, but a lot of guys don't want my cum. I think they think they might catch something. I don't think you can catch becoming a dwarf from sperm," he said as he carefully sat on my cock. "It's big!" he moaned. I noticed his cock was fully erect. It was big, but not too big. I made a few thrusts with my hips, and Martin rotated his hips in the way that Mandelbaum did. The memories flooded back, and I shot off. He could feel me shooting. A few minutes later I was eating every drop of sperm I could suck from his balls.
After a while, the Atlas Arms became more of a club than a standard old folks' home. Famous and semi-famous athletes have more problems getting old than most people. Getting old is not for sissies is a true statement but being a good athlete all but requires that you be young. Once and a while you hear of a tennis player or golfer in their forties of fifties. People at the absolute top of their sport maybe able to do adds or media commentary. If you are good, but not fabulous, you are selling cars. Your fame fades. At the Atlas Arms men remember who you were. They remember you when you were at the top of the game. You aren't just a run-down old guy. You can remember the good days, but you all shared the same decline. You know where everyone has been and the bad times that followed.
The Atlas Arms became a home for the eccentric and unusual residents. It was a mutual aid association and sometimes a inner city, sex club for men with special needs.