Best Sex Ever 10 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
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Cousin Billy and I were halfway home when the rain hit. We had been working a big construction job in Norfolk. We knew there was a big storm coming, but we thought we could beat it. The rain came down in sheets; visibility was near zero. We came to a police roadblock. The highway ahead was under water. The trooper told us it was closed behind us too. We turned around and were barely able to get to the motel office without crashing. It was an old motel. We got in the office at the same time with another guy in a suit. We asked for a room in unison.
"I only have one room left," the guy at the desk asked. "You guys flip a coin to see who gets the room."
"Is there another motel?" the man asked.
"Shit no, but if there was you wouldn't be able to get there. The storm is supposed to last he night. It unusually takes ten to twelve hours for the water to recede once it stops raining. The water is going nowhere.
"It's a wet night to spend in the car," Cousin Billy said.
"Could we share the room?" the man asked. "I wouldn't feel good about any of us spending the night in the storm." That made sense.
The clerk at the desk charged us extra for the third man, but that was fine. We had been paid for the week that morning. The man in the suit introduced himself as Randall Fitzhugh. He was an interior designer. He wasn't exactly what you would call a leader of men.
"I'm Bubba and this is my cousin Billy," I said. "We're carpenters." That sort of ended the conversation for a while. The parking lot was full; there were several 18 wheelers wedged in, so we parked a good 150 feet from the room. We were soaked by the time we made it too the room
The room was unimpressive, but it was clean and dry.
We had a TV but it had only a few channels. Fortunately, one of them was the weather channel. It was soon clear that we were stuck for the night.
Randall perked up. "I just remembered I have some food in the trunk of my car. It was for a party tomorrow. Are you men hungry?"
"Shit yes!" Cousin Billy said. "We missed lunch. We thought if we left early we could beat the storm."
"I'm soaked anyway, I'll get it. Randall ran out to the car.
I had pegged Randall as a fag the second he opened his mouth. The sounded like one of those gay types you see on the television. Cousin Billy and I are straight, but we don't mind some fun once and a while.
The truth is we both have a problem with the ladies. Our moms think we look okay, but just about everyone else of the female persuasion thinks we are ugly. I am tall, hairy everywhere except the top of my head and wear a goatee with a handlebar mustache. It was droopy after the rain. I think it suits me. Uncle Bobby says it doesn't make me any uglier. I take that as a compliment.
Cousin Billy is short, stocky type built like a fireplug. He's hairier than I am and wears a mullet. Uncle Bobby wasn't as complimentary about his hair style as he was about my beard. Billy likes to play air guitars, and talks about trucks most of the time.
When I was 14, I realized I wouldn't need to carry a stick to keep the girls away. Cousin Delburt got a girl in trouble when I was 15 that that impressed me greatly. It wasn't that he got a girl in trouble; he had to marry her. She was a mega-bitch and Delburt has never had a good day after the shotgun wedding.
One of the wonders of God's creation is man, and the incredibly convenient location on our private parts. Cousin Billy and I discovered that early and exchanged notes. We were both imaginative and pretty soon we exchanged helpful hints. Billy got me to spurt for the first time. That was messy so Billy ate it up the next time. We weren't particularly fastidious, but mom did the laundry. He was a nice Baptist lady who wouldn't appreciate the stains.
We were unlucky heterosexuals who were sexually active. If you could find any way to have fun with a cock, Billy and I did it.
We didn't have a type, but if we did, Randall wouldn't have been it. He returned with the food and he was shivering. It was a cold rain. We had already begun to take off our wet clothes and Cousin Billy was already in the shower. I told Randall to strip and get under the hot shower. I couldn't help but notice that Randall sported and impressive tool. Billy made room for him and the hot water worked its magic.
I was at the sink wringing out our clothes. My boots were even filled with water. I could see Billy and Randall behind the translucent shower curtain. The next time I looked, Randall was gone. I looked again and I saw he was on his knees sucking Billy.
I poked my head into the shower. Billy had his eyes closed. That happened when he was real happy. "Is there room for one more?" I asked. I don't play hard to get. Randall looked at me.
"Damn, look at that fucking man snake!" he exclaimed. I took that as a yes and joined them. Randall was a friendly man.
The hot water was beginning to run out so we got out and dried off. Back in the room I took a long look at Randall. He was tanned, somewhat muscular and well groomed. He was still semi-hard and that did nothing to diminish his appeal.
Most people would think he was an attractive man, but his cock drew me to him. I was familiar with my own and Billy's, but not with any others. I had seen other members of my family at the swimming hole, but never in action.
"I guess you've figured out I'm gay," Randall said. "I hadn't picked you out as a member of the club."
"We're not gay," I said.
"We do mess around some, once and a while," Cousin Billy said. Billy couldn't play poker at all. He put his cards on the table for everyone to see right off the bat.
"How often is once and a while?" Randall said with an amused look on his face.
"Well it ain't that rare, truthfully speaking," I said.
"Well I don't mess around as much as I'd like," Randall said. "My partner died a few years ago and it's been hard to find a replacement."
"You have a nice one," Billy said. He was looking at Randall's cock.
"You men aren't my type, but you have attractive features," he said.
"Such as?" I asked. I was kind of interested. I wasn't use to being mentioned in association with the word attractive.
"I like handsome, beautiful, young men," he said. "They are handsome, but most aren't over supplied with masculinity. You boys have a double dose of masculinity. You aren't conventionally handsome."
"Is not conventionally handsome the same as ugly?"Cousin Billy asked.
Randall laughed. "You are brighter than you look!" he said. "Let me be frank. Being in a room with naked men affects my judgment." Billy went over to him, dropped to his knees and began to suck.
"We've never been with a fag before," I said.
"If I told you I am a flaming faggot with the morals of a two bit whore, who would do just about anything to get it on big time with you boys affect your judgment of me?" Randall asked.
"It sure as shit would!" I said. "I'd think you were a friendly guy!" I moved closer to Randall. He leaned over to suck me. We all understood each other.
Randall was a trip. Billy and I thought we had figured out all of what two guys could do with their cocks. Randall had a new set of skills. He was open to all the possibilities. Cousin Billy and I weren't as open as he was, but that seemed to change as we played.
We formed a triangle on the bed, linked mouth to cock. I sucked Randall as he sucked Billy. Billy was at my cock. Randall was a lot bigger than Billy, but he was also juicier. He oozed sweet ball juices when I went down on him. He was rewarding me for my efforts.
We rotated positions. Randall sucked me as I sucked Billy and he sucked Randall. I discovered Randall was a sword swallower. He could easily deep throat my member. Billy couldn't get more than half. Billy's cock was different too. I had enjoyed Randall's goo, but Billy seemed to have doubled his production of the sweet stuff.
Later I realized Cousin Billy and I were old pals; a new cock excited him. Randall's organ excited me too. I knew exactly what Billy would do and he knew me and my likes well. Randall was unexplored territory.
Randall was also talkative. Billy and I did stuff, but always in silence and we never talked about it. Randall talked non-stop. He wasn't shy about telling us what he wanted to do, how well we did it. We had never had sex with a real gay guy and it was a trip.
Randall had never been with genuine, south-west Virginia rednecks before. He seem to think we were exotic.
After a circle suck, we took a break and had some food. I tended to think of peanut-butter and jelly as a gourmet sandwich. Randall had different tastes. Billy liked anything edible. I tended to be picky, but my mom told me to eat anything offered to me. The food was good and included several bottles of wine. They weren't Boons Farm, but they were good. I'm not a big drinker, but the wine relaxed me. Randall told us he liked to be fucked. Cousin Billy and I had never done that before, so that was a treat.
Randall had some lubricant with him and he talked Cousin Billy into fucking him. I wasn't going to do it. I thought it was too gay, but Billy liked it so much I decided to give Randall a poke.
Cousin Billy has a fire plug type cock and he opened Randall's asshole nice and wide. I have a long, thin probe. I didn't know what I expected to feel when I shoved my dong into Randall's ass. Whatever I thought it would be like, it was much better. I thought I might just pop my cock head in for a quick dip. It was warm, tight and juicy. I went in deep.
I thought Billy would have stretched him, but he clamped on my cock, and it felt as if his ass was shrink wrapped to my cock. I fucked like a madman for a little while, but then I slowed down. I wanted it to last. As far as Randall was concerned, I could do no wrong. His ass was cock heaven for me. Randall suggested that Billy and I trade off, switching places when we got close to popping. That worked out really well for the three of us.
As we took turns I began to feel some new feelings. When Billy fucked Randall he spread his ass wide. It wasn't exactly wide in invitation but it looked vulnerable. I felt an itch in my ass too, and it needed to be scratched. I looked at Billy and Randall and wonder which cock might scratch the itch.
The other feeling were romantic. I'm not a romantic man, but I felt odd stirring about Randall and even Billy. Thrusting my cock deep into a man's ass was exciting. I wondered what it would feel like when I shot off in him. In the back of my mind I was thinking how nice it would be if I was in Billy's ass, rear loading him.
I thought these feelings would just vanish, but they didn't; they became stronger. Now I realize that fucking a guy is not a good way to diminish sexual feelings. I was embarrassed until I figured out that Randall and Billy were feeling the same way.
Randall was experienced and very gay. I don't think he completely understood the difference between gay sex and just messing around. We took a break to cool down. Randall said the longer we postponed shooting off the better the orgasm would be. That sounded good to Billy and me. He was on the bed fluffing up Billy's chest hair. Billy looked content.
"You guys are a surprise," Randall said. "You are lots of fun."
"I've had a good time too," I admitted. That sounded wrong. "I mean a really good time. I didn't expect that either."
"I hope I don't insult you, but you aren't my type," Randall said. "I like my playmates pretty."
"I don't think I have a type," I said. "Your ass is a wonder!"
Randall laughed. "I guess I should say something about your cocks," he said. "I haven't had a workout like that in years. I liked being double teamed."
"Do you get fucked a lot?" Billy asked him.
"I use to in my salad days," he replied. "I'm over the hill now."
"Your hole is nice and tight," Billy added.
"With a butt plug like yours, everyone is going to be tight for you," Randall said. "Now, Bubba has an anal probe. His cock is designed to explore."
"Did I hit any new spots? I asked.
"Let's just say you went so deep you were messing with my brain," Randall said. He was silent for a little while. "Do you boy ever let it go and let it all hang out?"
"What do you mean?" Billy asked.
"Do you ever just let your cock do the thinking for you and go at it without thinking about what other people might think?"
"Not really," Billy said. "I can see it might fun."
"I tend to be prim and proper person," Randall said. "I was a dandy when I was young. I discovered that when you're having sex, no one cares if every hair in in place. No one cares about attitude when his cock is in your ass. He wants you to go crazy with excitement. If you lose it, it's because of his cock. They like that. Let me tell you, your chance of getting in his ass doubles."
"Why is that?" I asked.
"Most men had a sense of fairness. If he fucks you silly, he feels good and maybe he owes you something. He also sees how good it is and maybe wants to experiment a little.
"That makes sense, but I'm not sure I want to lose my virginity to you," I said.
"You're not losing your virginity. You are gaining a new sex organ," Randall said. "The first fuck can be difficult. It best when a stranger does it sometimes."
"It seem really gay," Billy said.
"How did it feel when you were in my ass pounding away?" Randall asked.
"Fucking good," Billy said enthusiastically. As I said, Billy was a bad poker player.
"Let me make a little suggestion,' Randall said. "When you are hard and in an ass, why don't you pretend you are gay and go with it? After you've shot off, you can turn straight again."
"Why would we do that?" I asked.
"Because it will make the sex better," he replied. "You wouldn't hold back in a fist fight. Don't hold back in sex. Go at it full tilt."
"That makes some sense," Billy said. He paused. "What does it feel like when we are in you?" You could tell he was thinking about the possibilities.
"Every cock is different, but it's exciting every time," he said. "Bubba has the perfect ass opener. It wouldn't over stretch your hole, but it would go really deep. Let me make another little suggestion. Why don't you do me doggy style. Keep your hole open and let's see what Bubba can do to ring your chimes?"
We didn't exactly agree to do that, but when Randall got in his hands and knees, Billy was there in a flash. He popped in easily, but he seemed to take his time. His fireplug seemed to hit Randall just right and all was well. Billy hole was open. He had a hairy ass with swirls of hair and a small hole. A little pink rose bud peaked out. It looked delicate.
Maybe I'm not the nicest guy in the world. I knew I shouldn't shove my cock into his business, but I also knew there was no way I wasn't going to fuck him. I coated my cock with some of Randall's lube and I assumed the position. Cousin Billy shivered a little when my lube covered knob touched his hole. I pushed and little. Billy's hole was clamped shut.
Then I had a hard thrust and damn, if my entire cock didn't vanished into Billy's body. He moan. It wasn't a moan of pain, or a "oh shit" moan. Billy was real tight and it was almost hot. I was perfectly still, but my cock wanted to unload. I was able to control it after two or three spurts. I wanted it to last. I could feel Billy hear pumping away. He was still too.
After a little while he started pumping in Randall's ass again. I began to explore his ass. I realized I loved Billy. He wasn't my friend or buddy. I loved him. It had been fucking Randall, but this was different. I didn't know an asshole could say I love you, but Billy did.
Billy began to shiver as he rear loaded Randall. His ass clenched my cock with each ejaculation. I filled his hole to the brim. We broke apart.
Randall knew about Billy and me before we did. He was the only one who hadn't shot off. He eased his cock into Billy ass and then pulled out. When Billy saw my man seed on Randall's cock he went after it and licked it clean.
We all took a shower, and were ready to go again. I think Randall was playing cupid. In the shower he fucked Billy again and I sucked him. I had taken his cream a few times, but Billy liked mine so much, I didn't do it that often. I took it all this time and boy was it good, I took every drop.
We went back to the bedroom. He held me open while Billy worked his cock into my ass. Billy was slow and careful. It was as if he thought I was delicate. He eventually worked his cock head into the dark area inside my sphincter. That was okay. Randall switched places with Billy and he lubricated his cock. He was slow too, until he had a few inches in me. That was when he rammed me hard and deep.
To tell you the truth, I don't know what happened next. When I knew what was going on, Billy had his entire cock in me and I was a happy man. At the time I didn't know what happened, but Billy's beer can was just long enough to ram my prostate and use it as a punching bag. He wasn't gentle at all about that, but my ass seemed to like the rough treatment.
We spent the rest of the night round robin fuckin each other. I discovered that in sex marathon, you don't get tired, you just get more open. When you get more open, your buddies' cock go deeper. We eventually fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning, my cock was in Billy's ass. That was as good as things could get.