Antler Island
By 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 bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
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Antler Island was secluded, quiet, out of the way and hard to reach. It was perfect for my needs. Sitting in the middle of a small lake, boats provided the only access. The main lodge was stone, but there were several smaller cottages of wood.
The main office of my company was in New York. We would interview our potential clients there. They would describe their fantasy to me. Depending on the elaboration of the fantasy, I would then schedule the session for the island visit. On that visit I would make that fantasy real. I am Allen Monroe. I own and operate the Fantasy Tours Company. Officially, it is a travel agency. We provide tours only to the island. We provide specialized sexual services for the well healed. If you want something special, I can provide it.
This comes at a price. My staff is loyal and well paid. Sexual services are not part of their job description. My staff just happens to be sexually active and generous.
David, one of our first visitors, wanted to complete a teenage fantasy from when he was on a golf trip with his country club's team. He was a caddie and shared a room with four caddies. He visited the room of the adult team members, when one of the adult members, Butch Jones, came in from the shower. Jones was completely naked except for a towel around his neck. David had never seen a naked adult man before. Mr. Jones was the biggest man on the team. He was well over six feet tall, and muscular.
David was not interested in the muscles; he was all but transfixed by the huge organ hanging between his legs. It was not just big, it was bigger than anything he had seen or imagined. It was also uncut. David had not seen that before either. Luckily, he was with two other teenagers who were impressed too and no one seed to notice.
Looking back, David realized Jones knew it was huge and he did not mind slowing it off. He was entirely at ease naked and on display. The boys went back to their room and then the entire group went off to dinner. That night the boys showered and David was relieved to find the cock impressed the other teenagers too. He was not the only one. Freddy asked if we had noticed it. "That cock was as big as my arm!" he said.
Thirty years later, David wanted to connect with Jones. Unexpectedly, he wanted to connect with him as an adult, not as a boy. David told me he was moderately sexually experienced now. He was capable of fully enjoying Jones' cock. As a teenager, he would not have been able to deal with it.
He had wanted it as a teenager, and he wanted sex with an adult man, but now he did not want an adult man who wanted a teenager. David wanted to encounter Jones as an adult. That made it easier for me.
The island was in a rural area populated by a number of bachelor farmers. They enjoyed some fun. Several years earlier, I found one of those playful men who was memorably horse hung. Butch was ideal for David. He generally fit David's description of Mr. Jones. He was a big boy in every respect. Butch had a problem with those he called tourists. They were men who just wanted to look. I told him David's desires. He told me his. Butch wanted a man who would take it all and enjoy it.
I called David and told him what Butch wanted. David was good with that. I told him Butch was genuinely eight inches and thick. He told me that he was tired of men who could only take the knob. David said that would not be a problem.
A week later David came to the island and checked in. I told him there had been a mix up.no room was available. The place was filled. He was disappointed.
Butch entered the reception area. "I've have two beds in my room. This place is a bit pricey for me. If you wouldn't mind sharing the cost, I wouldn't mind sharing it," he said. David said that was fine with him.
They went off to the room. From then on, it was up to them.
David's narration:
At first I thought it was an actual screw up, but when a man named, Butch, appeared, I understood the fantasy was underway. Butch was big, bland and beefy. He looked like a workman or a farmer. His was a bit rough looking, but while his hands were calloused, they were clean.
He said his car had broken down and was at a repair shop until the next morning. The room was a bit expensive for him. I told him I was just taking a break. Of course, I said I had no problem sharing expenses. We went to the room.
"I've been on the road all day and I need to clean up," he remarked. "Do you mind if I shower?" He went into the bathroom. He took a long shower and then returned to the bedroom naked except for a towel around his neck. Butch was all I hoped he would be.
If anything was better than I had hoped. The organ was huge. I briefly reconsidered my promise to take it all, but a few seconds later, my ass began to itch in anticipation. I wanted it bad. I am afraid I stared.
"You like the view?" he asked.
"I'm sorry about that. It's so impressive it was hard to ignore," I said. "It doesn't look real.
"It's real alright. I don't get to use it much. My old lady says it's too big to be useful."
I smiled. "It belongs in a museum. I can't believe that there aren't a slew of women who wouldn't enjoy it." I paused. "In the big city there must be just as many men who would be willing to take a ride on it."
"I've never fooled around with another woman. I promised that to my ball and chain," Butch said. "I never said anything about men, but there aren't many of that type around here. I'm not sure many men could take it in the ass."
"You would do it with a guy?"
"Shit, I'd do it with a melon if I could get my rocks off," he said. Butch looked at me and came closer to me. "Do you still like the view?"
"I sure do," I replied. By this time, his cock was almost in my face. That was fine for me. I stuck out my tongue and he came still closer. When my tongue touched the puckered tip of his organ, I felt an electric shock coursing through my body. A second later, I tasted his sweet ball juices. He was acting all cool and collected, but you don't ooze when you are not interested.
"Let me warn you about me. I like some fun, but when I get into it, I kind of get into it big time, and don't think much about my partner," Butch said. "I like to take my time. I wore out my old lady. I hate to pull out early."
"That sounds fine to me,"
"I had an old girlfriend years ago who let me do her five or six times one night. That was great. It was messy. My cream was dripping from her pussy. Man, it was smooth as silk in her. I would love to do that with a man's ass.
"What if it doesn't fit?" I asked.
"Would it surprise you if I told you I can make it fit? Are you willing to take the risk?"
"I think I might like that." I said. With that comment, I went to work on his tool. It was so big it took some effort, but it was more than worth it. It was too big to be pretty. It was eight inches of pure, oozing sex.
Butch said he was insensitive, but he was appreciative and responsive. He seemed to like it all, but some things were particularly good. A phone call interrupted the session. I had to go to the office. There was a problem with my credit card. I dressed and went to the office.
Allen Monroe, the man who ran the place was there. He wanted to know if it was working out. I told him it was better than I expected. He said that was good. He explained that sometimes there was a mismatch. I said there was no problem at all.
"You do realize that it's going to be real, not fantasy or pretend sex?" he asked. I nodded. "His cock is real."
I said. "I want the real thing"
"You will be getting all eight inches of the real thing probing your backside soon enough," he said. I found out later that as we talked, Butch was talking to one of Allen's associates. Butch told him that he was into it and he was ready, willing and able. When I returned to the room, he was waiting.
"You look slightly familiar. Have we ever met?" Butch asked.
"Are you a golfer? I may have met you as a kid," I said.
"Are you one of those kids I ran into on a golfing trip years ago?"
I smiled. "I think I saw you coming out of the shower," I said.
"Were you staring at me then?" he asked.
"Yes, I was," I said. "It was an impressive show. I had never seen anything like it before."
"I didn't know you boys were there," He said. "I did notice one of you was interested. Was that you?"
"It might have been."
"To tell you the truth, I almost got hard," he said.
"I was so embarrassed," I said.
Butch laughed. "Grown men do the same thing," he admitted. "I liked the attention. There are many worse things than being admired for having a big tool! Once and a while I let a guy have a free sample. That was fun, but it was frustrating too. It was good, but I wanted more. I liked a warm pussy, but I suspected a tight man hole would be better."
"That is when I discovered my cock didn't fit. I found several men who took it. It excited them, but it seemed it was more of a challenge to them than a pleasure," he said." I not very affectionate, but I love the sex. Does that bother you?"
I smiled. "I think I can put up with it."
Butch did not know himself well. He was indeed passionate and sexual. Once he got into it, he also was affectionate. He liked sex, but he craved affection. His tool was a challenge, but once he worked it in the first time all was well. He was in charge, and did me from the rear. He spread my legs wide so my hole was defenseless. He popped through my sphincter and then worked that muscle until it relaxed. Only then did he go way deep. Actually, it was much more than well. He sent me to the moon, floated my boat and rang my chimes.
Butch discovered that I am an active bottom. After our first interlude, I sat on his still erect member and milked the remaining sperm from his balls. My sphincter squeezed his cock and I rotated and ground my hips. Butch went crazy. He later told me that most men passively took his clock. I worked it.
The fantasy was for the entire weekend, and by Friday night, we were into it. We had two more days to explore each other. I discovered that I had no idea how many ways a man could shove a cock into my body. Butch was unexpectedly imaginative and inventive.
I soon was more flexible and accommodative. I also became more open. This allowed his tool explored virgin anatomy. On Saturday, he fucked me six times. The explorations were both physical, emotional and nearly spiritually. Butch was the first to feel that. His cock and sperm were in untouched places. It helped that he had the stamina of a bull in heat. On Friday, it took him fifteen or twenty minutes to recharge. By Sunday, it took thirty minutes, but he felt less need to have an orgasm. By then Butch could be in me for an hour and a half before he shot off.
I was exhausted but happy. There were other changes. On Saturday at noon, he took my load for the first time. That night I fucked him for the first time. Butch was not a natural bottom, but he was a good sport. He was tight and it wasn't easy, but I got in. I appreciated his willingness to let me in.
That was not a great success but I rimmed him after. I licked my sperm from his hole. He loved that. He told me the fucking was worth it. The rimming interlude opened up new explorations for Butch. I had sucked him off a few times, but he loved anal. He took to fingering my hole after an orgasm and feeding my sperm to me. On Sunday afternoon, he worked his tongue in my hole and tasted for himself. My session was over. I wanted more. Of course, I wanted to do it again, but I had to wait. I wanted a second session with Butch.
I made an appointment for second fantasy weekend seven months later. It was to be with Butch. Several days before, he called and told me he couldn't be there until Saturday.
"I've got a pal I think you would like to meet," he said. "Since I was with you I've gotten into this sex thing. My pal isn't pretty, but he's a nice guy and he's hung like a horse. He had the same problem I had. He couldn't find men who could take it and still smile afterwards. "
"His name is Denny. He would love to meet you," he said. "You will like him."
"I'm not sure. It would be a hard time being better than you were. I do not want to use up my energy before we meet," I said.
Butch laughed. "I'd love to have you warmed up and open for me. I would also like to know how much sex you could take in a weekend. Denny and I could double-team you. I would love to know how much cream will fit in your hole."
It sounded odd, but I wanted to please Butch. It was obvious that this idea excited him. The sex before had been good, but the thought that he would be revved up and hot-to-trot excited me. I agreed to meet with Denny.
I was on the island by noon. I settled into my room. Denny knocked on the door a half hour later. He was a short, bulldog like man, muscular and powerful. He had a beard. When he talked, I noticed he had a slight speech impediment. The beard covered a cleft palate.
He seemed shy. Butch was anything but shy.
"Butch said you are a good friend. You had a lot of fun together," I said.
"We are old friends from school. We just became better friends after he met you," he said. "He said you taught him a lot, and he taught me some things. They were lots of fun. I work on a farm. It's hard to have that kind of fun."
"Is it your family farm?"
"It is. My folks are nice, but it's hard to have real fun."
"I understand. Did you enjoy what you did with Butch?"
"I sure did! He told me that it was much better with you. Butch said it was the best sex he ever had,"
"Do you want to do that too?" I asked. I began to unbuttoned my shirt. "Are you ready to have some fun now?" Denny took off his tee shirt. The weekend was underway. Denny worked out. He wasn't a Mr. America type, but he was damn close. He had shaved himself, but the body hair was coming back evenly. His tool hung almost to his knees. His legs were short, but it was an impressive organ. I was still staring at it.
"Butch said you like it in you?" he asked. Before I could answer, he was on his knees and my cock had vanished down his throat. He took the entire thing. We switched to automatic pilot. It was clear that his throat and my tool were perfectly matched.
When I got to his uncut member, it was hard. It was only two inches longer hard than soft, but it was much thicker. Denny had extra skin, so a soft wrapper enveloped the organ. His knob was fully enshrouded even when he was fully erect.
Our oral explorations were entirely successful, but we both knew that was just an appetizer. We had lubricant in the room, but his thick skin trapped his natural juices, so he was self-lubricating. I sat on it and took my time. Butch was a real turn on for me. Denny wasn't that exciting. As I sat on his tool, I did not expect what happened. I thought it would be a replay of my experiences with Butch. Denny's clock was curved, and his knob was bigger. It had an entirely different effect on me. He caught me off guard. I almost passed out with pleasure.
Denny was moaning and gasping for breath. I surprised him too. The sensations were too intense to sort out. My mind was confused by the rush of feelings, but my body seemed to know what to do. It tried to grab the invader. Somehow, Denny knew I was welcoming his tool to my body. He told me later that he did not even consider that I might be trying to keep him out.
I was squirming on his member with wild abandon. Even in the haze of sexual pleasure, I realized that this was what Butch wanted. I eventually discovered that both men were sexually generous. I never thought of myself as being sexually generous too, but that was obviously the case. Some dispassionate onlookers might see me as a slut.
I am not sure what pure sexual ecstasy is, but I think it is pure. I had no objective but to feel and give pleasure. I was positive Denny felt the same way. I was not using him for my own pleasure; we were sharing it. We formed a perpetual sex machine. Each movement he or I made intensified the pleasure. It was hard for me to believe he could enjoy it as much as I did. He felt the same about me.
I knew Butch's cock created more intense feelings than any previous ones I had experienced. I assumed that was because of its size. I did not expect Denny's cock to be that different. It curved, and his knob was bigger. Denny oozed generously, and that must have eased the way.
When I sucked him, l tasted his rich ball juices. He had a wide slit and my tongue had penetrated it and tasted the ooze when it was fresh. Denny loved it when I squeezed my buns. I knew that each squeeze produced a fresh supply of ball juices. In spite of the size, Denny was gentle fucker.
I think his cock was sensitive. He shivered and moaned at slight movements. Given the size of his organ, small movements were intense for me. In the middle of the night, I slipped into his rear. He was tense until I penetrated his sphincter. He opened wide once I was in. Denny told me he had only taken Butch's tool and it had been a challenge. Mine was easy and effective.
Butch joined us after noon the next day. He was not shy at all. The pure, plaything of the gods came to mind. I soon realized they were in love, but they were both tops. My cum filled ass sent them place they had never been to before. My shared ass let them fill a gap in their relationship. I was able to meet their sexual needs. They were able to turn me into sexually charged jelly.
Some people complain about being treated as a sexual plaything. I can tell you that is a good thing once and a while. It was sex, not love, but it was good.