Antler Island 2
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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Sometimes you can combine two fantasies. That occurred when Marvin came to see me. He wanted to be a sex slave. He came from an ultra-conservative religious background and he wanted to be forced to have sex.
A week before I had client, Carlton, who wanted a slave-gang bang fantasy for a friend's birthday party. The slave was to be a sex toy for the guests. The friend was a priest. I mentioned that to Marvin and that excited him.
The secluded nature of Antler Island was ideal for that sort of event. Marvin was handsome, but socially inept and timid. I found out from Carlton that the preferences of his group were largely oral, but some anal was a possibility. He had invited eight to ten men. Marvin was to be available for all.
Marvin said he was fine with that. I am no fool and I know there is a great distance between desire and reality. I told Marvin he would have a trial session before the party. I wanted to make sure he was up to it. I had some pals who could help me out. Jerry, Scott and Julio were partners, playmates and sex crazed maniacs. They liked it all and did it all. They could give Marvin a good workout. They had another good quality. They were sensitive to a man's limits.
Marvin's narrative.
Allen told me that these men were nice but demanding. I didn't really know what that meant, but I was game. I went to an upscale apartment house and went to the penthouse. A man named Jerry came to the door. He was a distinguished looking man of sixty. He asked me in and we talked.
"Are you the new the gay scene?" he asked after we had chatted a while.
"I've wanted to do it, but I am shy. Timid might be a better word to describe me," I said. "I'm too reserved to do it."
"So you're going to the island? That is like jumping into the water feet first without a life jacket," he said.
"Well, the gradual approach didn't work."
"Let me be frank. I am not shy or timid, but I am experienced. I can take it slow or fast. I don't know if you are emotionally or physically ready," he said.
"I'm a middle aged man who has never felt or given sexual pleasure. I want to know what it feels like. I may like it or not. That doesn't make any difference to me. I want to know." I replied. Two men entered the room. One was a short muscular Latino. The other was a tall, thin, bearded man.
"Marvin, these are my friends, Julio and Scott. They are my friends and lovers. They are also very playful and accommodating. It is time for you to get naked and let's get down to business. I held back a little, but they did not. They were naked before me. I was already hard.
"Drop the shorts," Jerry said. "We are all boys here." I hesitated but did as he asked.
"Well Marvin, you are well equipped and ready for action. This is a good start," he said. Julio came over to me and dropped to his knees. He leaned close and licked my organ. That was like an electric shock. It was unbelievably exciting. I moaned.
"The first lessons are easy," Scott said. "We will do something and then you will do the same thing to one of us. Is that a problem?"
"Not at all." I replied.
Julio pulled away and I dropped to my knees. Scott's tool was in my face.
"Look closely at it. You may have been thinking of it as a drain and as being dirty. The cock is the source of the most intense pleasure a man can feel. Look at it closely. Mine is nice and long. It's easy to deep throat. I have nice low hanging balls." Scott said. "They may not be pretty, but they are working overtime churning out sperm. We will be trading some of that later."
"You need to get really close and do what you can to get me hard," he said. "Let me explain the objective. Eventually the contents of my balls will be in your mouth or back side. That is the exciting part. When I was younger, I thought that was the sole attraction. Now I like the work needed to achieve the orgasm. The longer it takes to milk me the better it is. I love a tight hole. If you are the main attraction at a party your hole will be warm and juicy."
"Do I have to take the sperm?" I asked.
"You would be a poor plaything if you don't."
"What if I don't like it?"
"Learn to like it. You can pretend too. If you can't do it, you need another fantasy," he said. I realized he was right.
"Open your mouth and let's get down to business," Scott ordered. His cock was all but touching my lips. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. A second later, his knob was in my mouth. I felt a wave of excitement and relief sweep over me. I could do it and I enjoyed it. Enjoy was too mild a term. I loved it. I had hoped I would like it, but I had guessed it would be a combination of lust and revulsion. It was all passion. A little later. I began to taste Scott's ball juices. That was more exciting. I knew what was coming next. Scott pulled away.
"You need to sample Julio now," he said. Julio was uncut. His head was enshrouded in skin. Julio came over and my tongue touched the puckered tip. I could taste his sweet juices already. My tongue explored the tip and I encountered his oozing slit. It was wide and I worked my tongue into it. I shivered in excitement. Hidden by the foreskin, it seemed intimate and private.
This gives some idea of how inexperienced I was. I was rock hard and shivering in excitement. They knew what was going on. In the back of my mind, I thought they would be shocked or thought I was pathetic. They were pleased that l was such a good learner
Julio pulled away and Jerry took his place. He had a huge knob. It was better than I could have dreamed. I had sampled three cocks and all had been good. I wanted more. That was a good sign for my fantasy. I was pleased. When Jerry let loose suddenly, my mouth was full with his man seed. It wasn't as sweet as the juices, but it was thick and almost hot.
It was as if the sweet dribble was just the appetizer for the dinner of sperm. My head was spinning. I was eating man spunk straight from the spigot and I loved it. Jerry and his friends were pleased. I had passed the first test.
We went to the bedroom. Jerry was on the bed. Julio told me to suck Jerry and get my ass in the air. I was shocked when his tongue licked my hole. It was unexpected, but okay. He seemed to like it a lot. Jerry was still drooling sperm.
Julio's finger followed his tongue in my hole. By then Jerry was drooling big time. He was excited. At the last minute, Julio pulled away and Scott took his place. His long, thin cock slipped into me easily. I had no idea what it would be like. It wasn't much until he began thrusting. At first, it seems novel to have something moving in my body. He picked up the pace and began to rub something the right way.
Jerry seemed to like the view too. His cock was oozing more. Scott pushed my legs wider and sudden his tool was rubbing something that felt really good.
"Damn, I can't hold back any more!" he cried. I could feel Scott shooting. He pulled out. Jerry got of the bed, rolled me over and shoved is tool into my sperm filled rectum. He was bigger and it was wonderful.
"Now Marvin, just think of ten men taking their turns over and over again for two days. Are you up for it?" Jerry asked. He gave me a hard thrust and I felt him fill my ass with his load. I had passed the test for the fantasy weekend.
Two weeks later, I was on the island. I met Carlton, the sponsor of the party.
"Allen told me you are new to the scene. Are you excited?" he asked.
"I am. It will be a new experience for me," I replied.
"I hope he told you our objective. I am hoping for two days of fornication. No holds barred. There will be fourteen of us. Will that be a problem?" he asked. I said I hoped to please him and his friends.
"I did make a little miscalculation, most are tops," he explained. "You just need to tell me that you are tired. This is to be fun for all of us."
The guests began to arrive an hour later. There were several young men, but most were my age or older. They seemed affable and excited. The guest of honor was retiring as a principal of a school. He had to take care of elderly parents. As a principal, he had to walk the straight and narrow. This party was to make up for lost time. The host told me he had no taste for boys, but any whisper of homosexuality would have destroyed him.
The guest of honor, Billy, was shocked to see the men. All were old friends and shared his sexual tastes. Jerry, Scott and Julio were there as the Island's staff. They helped organize things. I soon found out they were willing to help with the sexual tasks too. While the objective was to please Billy, keeping all the guests happy was desirable. As a single man serving thirteen men, there could be bottlenecks and no one wanted to wait long in line.
I wondered why I wasn't Billy's date for the weekend. Carlton explained that he had prostate cancer and was impotent. Billy liked to watch. I was to be part of a live pornographic show put on for his benefit. He liked middle-aged, masculine types, hairy and in good shape
As a party, there was a generous supply of beer, wine and hard liquor. There were also little blue pills for the needy. Since we were the only people on the island, the men began to strip down immediately
To begin the festivities I sucked Billy. In his prime, he had an impressive tool. It was a mouthful even soft. He liked a warm mouth and a roving tongue. Jerry told me to spread my cheeks to expose my hole. Scott had lubricated it well. Those who were interested would see that as an invitation. Billy's cock was a joy to play with. It did not ooze anything, but he was appreciative. I was busy with him when I felt an arm on my shoulder and a cock at my hole.
"Go for it!" someone cried. A second later, a thick organ had popped through my sphincter. It was not too long, but it did reach my prostate. He used the small gland as a punching bag. I was slightly winded. Billy moaned.
The man screwing me was a pile driver. He didn't last long. He was a little rough, but his ball cream acted as a salve. He pulled out, slowly giving me chance to squeeze his retreating tool. He moaned and bent over me to kiss my neck.
"This boy is a live one!" he said. Another cock slid in my hole. It was long and thin.
"Let me recommend Tony's sperm as a lubricant. It's thick and smooth," a man said. We were off to a good start. I was planning to keep count, but I hadn't realized the variety of cock sizes and shapes, nor the different fucking techniques. I lost count and just responded to the action.
Carlton acted as the master of ceremonies, or traffic control. He was one of the bigger of the men at the party and liked things neat. When my as was full to overflowing, he used his cock to shove the jiz drooling from my ass deeper into my rectum. He tended to be officious and a bit brusque. The third time he did that I noticed he was much more enthusiastic, and indeed tender. I realize I was hard to fuck a guy several times and not begin to feel some affection,
I thought there would be pain or that I would become sore, but that was not a problem. Sperm is a good lubricant and I was very open. Most if not all of the men had never been in a gangbang, so it was a new experience for them too. Most were worried about my pleasure and comfort. They were friends and had never used their own sperm as lube either. It was exciting for them.
I enjoyed it too. The repeated rhythmic penetrations were varied and consistently pleasurable. Some men were happy with a quick poke; others wanted a long and leisurely exploration. I was tired a few times, but if my playmates reactions were any indication, my ass remained tight and inviting. Once or twice, I was lulled almost to sleep. The next man typically fucked me awake. I enjoyed that as much as they did.
The men were rather casual, pleasant and affable, but the atmosphere always changed when they approached the orgasm. Tony, the first man who screwed me, told me later that while he knew there was going to be sex, but he had no idea how much sex. "I've never had sex with a man who was just there for the sex before. When you squeezed me as I pulled out, I knew it really was going to be good," he explained. Tony and I played four or five times over the weekend.
While the party was for Billy and he liked watching, most of the men wanted some private, one-on-one time. It was often two on one or three on one, but these sessions were more intimate.
Tony was a short and fat Italian covered in five or six pounds of curly black hair. He loved it when I sat on his tool. He was both cheerful and appreciative. He looked like Danny DeVito, but I found out he was more muscular than fat and had unlimited energy.
He hung out with three men, Ralph. Don and Lou. They were a plumber, bricklayer and carpenter respectively. Their approach to sex was no nonsense. They were after sex, not love. I was surprised when each came to me later wanting a more intimate connection with me.
Ralph was a beefy and hairy, a big bruiser of a man. His cock consisted of a large, flared head on thin shaft. I could only feel his head in me. It was a distinctive feeling. He had been working me while Billy was sucking me. I shot off and Billy took the load. Before his prostate problem, Billy had been a provider of man cream, not a taker. He liked the taste my cream and that gave his sex life a boost.
Billy discovered he liked man cream. With fourteen men at the party, there were fourteen new flavors of sperm to sample. The men were a cheerful group anyway, but knowing Billy had a new sexual outlet was good.
I twitch a lot during an orgasm and Ralph enjoyed that. Later that first night, he got into bed with me and we talked. He wanted to know how it felt and if I had enjoyed him. I told him all was well, but that a repeat performance might jog my memory. He was willing.
"I like this stuff too, but I've never been with so many men," he said. "You've been with all of them."
"Does that bother you?" I asked.
"To tell you the truth, it turns me on some," he replied. "Would it bother you if we had some private time? We could get more personal."
I told him I would that. He shifted in the bed so we could sixty-nine. He had seemed aloof before, but now that it was private, he was more into it. He whispered that he wanted to taste my cream. That was fine with me. I warned him when I was about to shoot. He made no effort to avoid my sperm.
After taking my load, he rotated in the bed and kissed me, feeding me my own sperm. That turned him on big time. A second later, his tool was in my ass. He seemed frantic, but he soon cooled down to a calmer pace.
"I don't think of myself as a gay man, but sometimes I get carried away," he said.
"As long as you keep doing what you are doing, you can be anything you want," I said. "It seems to me that you like what you are doing." I squeezed my buns and Ralph moaned.
"Do you like it that much?" he asked.
"I do. What about you?"
"It seems I can't get enough of it," he replied. "My cock feels as if it belongs in you." We continued playing. Fifteen minutes later, Lou came into the bedroom. Done was with him.
"Is there room for a third?" Lou asked. There was. I was tired and couldn't shoot off any more, but my ass still worked.
The next day was quieter. A calmer atmosphere replaced the excitement of the previous day. A number of the men went off in canoes to explore the lake. Five or sex remained at the lodge. Jerry was the only staff member. We talked.
He explained that I was a novelty for the men, but most of them were lovers or playmates. They wanted to renew old friendships. The men who stayed behind were mostly those who could not swim.
"No sex for today?" I asked.
"Less sex for you, perhaps," he said. "I assume their tonsils are renewing friendship with their pals' cocks. There may be some prostate action too. They certainly liked yours."
"I was under the impression they were mostly oral," I said.
"I that you have a very open ass inspired them," Jerry said. "Tony gave you good reviews and that started the ball rolling. He doesn't get to top much."
"Why is that?"
"He is really close to being ugly. Most guys avoid men like him," Jerry said. "A number of the men here wouldn't win the Mr. Hot Stuff award at a gay bar. The men you entertained last night have never been mistaken for Mr. America."
"They were nice," I replied.
"The word in the group is that you are nice," Jerry said. Carlton came up to us as we talked. I had a good idea what he wanted, as did Jerry. He went off leaving me alone with Carlton.
"Are you recovered for yesterday's festivities?" he asked. "Jerry told me you are not that experienced."
"It was better that I could have hoped. I think I am experienced now," I said.
"I'd like to make you more experienced," he said.
"That can be arranged!" I replied.
"Would you be willing to do it as two men who are attracted to each other, not as part of the fantasy?" he asked.
I was not particularly attracted to him, but I was willing. Two hours and three orgasms later I found my opinion of him had changed. Six months later, we were living together.