Best Sex Ever 12 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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I was always called Little Tom, even though I was never that small. My Dad was Big Tom. My parents married late and I was their only child. My Dad died when I was 18 and I stayed home to take care of Mom. She was a delicate woman and didn't deal with things well. Dad had an insurance business. I went to college at night while I ran the business. All of his former clients stayed with me and I was a good salesman, so the business did well.
It wasn't an exciting business, but I am not adventurous or exciting either. It suited me. I tended to take the course of least resistance. Nothing happened much in my life. I had my parents' life for all practical appearances.
Mom was delicate, but she was never sick and I assumed she would live to ninety or a hundred. I came home from work one night and she was sitting in her favorite chair. The television was going. It was on the channel that had her favorite soap operas. Her eyes were closed and she was dead. I was shocked.
Everyone was nice at the funeral. Most of them were my parents' friends. There weren't that many of them. Most of the people I went to high school and college with had moved on. I was a 47 year old man who was suddenly alone. I didn't cook or clean house. I knew how to mow the grass and trim the hedges, but the rest of daily domestic activities was a mystery. I was well off, and it would have been easy enough to eat at a restaurant, but we never did that. I had been in a domestic cocoon. I didn't want to leave it, but I didn't know how to cope with it either.
One guy came by to see me at the funeral, Muldoon Sanders. Muldoon had been one of the bad boys in school. He wasn't quite a bully, but I mostly stayed away from him. His Dad died at about the same time mine did. Muldoon took over his father's car repair and body shop. He came to me for insurance. His father hadn't done any of the insurance stuff and I solved a lot of problems for him. I discovered he had a poor policy that left him exposed. I took care of that and Muldoon appreciated that.
Muldoon was a good mechanic, but a poor business man, and he came to me for advice. One of my secretaries went to work as his business manager and that was very good for him and for my former secretary.
When I said I had mostly avoided him when I was a kid, there was one exception. I lived on the edge of town. Muldoon was sort of a back door neighbor. His dad owned a big farm bordering on our back yard. I use to go exploring in the woods on their property. I ran into him skinny dipping in a stream. I was shocked and excited. It hadn't occurred to me that you could go outside naked.
He saw me and told me to either stop looking, or get in the water with him. I didn't want to stop looking, so I stripped and joined him. I liked it. He was older than I was and was more mature. Later we sat in a grassy spot and we talked. He played with his cock and got hard. I didn't know you could do that. He told me to play with mine and I did. The feeling was great. He then showed me how to jerk off. That seamed messy to me, but I tried it too. I decided messy was okay.
For the next few summers we ran into each other in the woods from time to time. He was a font of information. Of course at that time, no one ever talked about sex stuff so our wood talks were the only sex education I ever got. He started to work with his Dad at the shop and we stopped seeing each other.
I was Little Tom until I was 14 and a growth spurt took me to being almost six feet tall. Muldoon didn't have a growth spurt; he grew and continued to grow, topping off at six feet five. I had dark hair. Muldoon was a dirty blond. He began to lose the hair on his head at fifteen, but it grew everywhere else. He had a five o'clock shadow at noon. He didn't shave that often and that contributed to his bad boy look.
He was usually hot and wore spaghetti strap tee shirts, what they call wife beaters. At sixteen he had a hairy chest, shoulders and back. It was a surprise he didn't have hairy fingernails. He was a beast. Since, he was an automobile mechanic, oil added a special touch.
He tended to scare people as a teen ager. Luckily being a good auto mechanic changed attitudes. Everyone likes a man who can fix a car. His daddy had been a farmer turned mechanic. He was uneducated, but his folks had raised him right. He was polite and helpful. People might joke about his looks, but when you had a problem with your car, he was the man to fix it.
My mother liked me to be neat and well dressed. I didn't have a hair out of place. I had begun to go bald at 30. That worried her, but I did resist her efforts to get me to wear a toupee. I thought they made you look ridiculous. I was dapper. Mom ironed my tee shirts.
It was two months after my Mom's funeral when a drunk sideswiped my car. It was a new Volvo. It was parked, but it was a mess. The accident bothered me. I hated messes and it offended me to see my car mutilated. I had it towed to Muldoon's shop and went to see him. It was near the end of the day and he called my insurance company and got things underway.
I hate to admit this, but I was in a state. It wasn't rational, I think it was a delayed reaction to my mother's death. Muldoon was calming. I needed calm. He explained what had to be done and he assured me the car would be prefect when he was done with it. He offered to drive me home. In the car, he said he was going to a restaurant for dinner and asked if I would like to join him.
My instinct was to say no, but I didn't. I didn't want to go to my empty house. We went to a small Italian Restaurant and had a really good dinner. Muldoon said it was real Italian food, not Ragu. I liked Mom's cooking but she wasn't adventurous. It was good to taste something different. When we drove home, Muldoon mentioned the farm. It was his sister's now. "I had some fun there," he said.
"I remember the stream," I said. "That was the last time I skinny dipped. That was about as exciting as anything I did as a kid."
"Looking back, it still seems exciting," Muldoon said. "I'm sorry we out grew it."
"I guess everyone does." I said. Muldoon looked at me.
"Actually, I didn't," he said. "I still think of it. I wish we had done more."
I was surprised he said that. I had thought the same and told him so. "To tell you the truth, I would have liked to have done more, but I don't really know what more was," I said. Muldoon looked at me again.
"You know I am talking about sex?" he asked. "Man sex?"
"I was hoping that was what you were talking about," I said. "I've been living with Mom all these years and I've never done anything close to being sex. I've never done anything. I think I've missed a lot, but I don't know what that is."
Muldoon smiled. "Well, I know and you have missed a lot," he said. "I'm no novice at this. It might come as a shock to your system. Did your folks thing sex was dirty?"
"They never talked about it. Our time at the farm was as close as I got to anything sexual," I said.
"Well. Sex isn't dirty, but it can be messy and sticky," he said. "I've noticed you aren't much into messy."
I laughed. "I've never done anything remotely messy," I said. "Dad was normal, once and a while he wore a tee shirt and shorts to mow the lawn. Mom liked things neat. We he died, she got her way."
"Did she nag?" Muldoon asked.
"She didn't need too," I said. "I was the world's most obedient child." We were at my house and I asked him in for a drink. He came in.
"No one believes this, but I was a good kid too," he said. "It's just that Dad had different rules from your folks. A tee shirt was dress up for Dad at home. Mom left us when I was six. "
"Did you get along?"
"We did most of the time," Muldoon said. "Things got better when I could help at the shop."
"Did you ever run into anyone else skinny dipping?" I asked. Muldoon smiled. He knew what it meant when I steered the conversation back to the swimming hole.
"There was one guy, Tony, who played with me. He was fun," Muldoon said. "He was the first guy to ever suck me. I thought I had died and gone to heaven."
"Is Tony now the Police Chief?" I asked. I could see from Muldoon's expression I was right. "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of guys to spread tales. No one could be more descrete than I am. I respect other men's closets. Everyman is different, I understand privacy." He dropped me off at my house. I should have asked him in, but I was afraid he might say no.
Two days later, I was surprised when Police Chief Tony Moretti came by my house to take a report on the sideswiping incident. It was Saturday and that seemed like a lot of work for a sideswiping incident. There had been a hit and run earlier in the day and he was looking for a connection. I saw the car that hit mine, but hadn't gotten the plate number. It had been a blue Toyota Celica. My description was helpful.
My car was silver and there was a piece of blue sheet metal from the other car. Muldoon found the piece and noticed there was blood on it. He had called Moretti. When he was about to go, Moretti said that Muldoon had told him I knew him as a kid.
"We were sort of next door neighbors," I said. "We use to play in a stream on his Dad's farm."
"Do you still play?" he asked.
"No, he started working," I said. "That was too bad, it was fun. I haven't had much fun since."
Moretti smiled. "My momma tells me you are one of the good boys who takes care of his mother!"
"I'm a stay at home son," I said. "We got along well, but looking back I'm not sure I would make the same choice again. That is all water under the bridge."
"I don't live with my mom, but she can call me twenty times a day," he said. "Muldoon told me you were pretty inexperienced sexually."
"He shouldn't have said that. It private," I said.
"No one knows that more than I do," he almost whispered. "It's nice when you find another member of the fraternity. It's good when you can let your hair gown and be yourself." I looked at his crew-cut hair-cut and smiled.
"I've never really done anything," I said.
"Let me be frank with you. That's why I'm here," the police chief said. "I showed Muldoon the ropes many years ago. That turned me on big time. I like being the first. I like helping a guy find out what rocks his boat and then rocking it together."
"I'm not sure I am ready," I whispered.
"Muldoon thinks you are more than ready, over ripe in fact," Tony said. "He's never been wrong yet. I know he looks like a cave man, but he's a good judge of men and what they want. I got to get back to the station and file this report. Here's my card. Call me if you remember anything more. I'm off duty at 7:00 tonight."
At first I thought this was all crazy. By 4:00 in the afternoon it didn't seem that crazy. I called him at six and he arrived at my house at 7:30. He was a happy man. The blood stain was of the hit and run victim. My description of the car had been useful and the police computers were working their magic. They had produced a list of twenty-three local cars and patrol men were checking them out. Tony was sure an arrest was imminent. We had just stripped when his beeper went off.
One of the possible suspects had fired shots at a deputy. Tony was off in what seemed liked seconds. I briefly had seen him naked and liked what I saw. He was muscular and hairy, but he had nothing like Muldoon's pelt. His cock was average. It looked good.
An hour and a half later, he came back. They had their man. He had surrendered without hurting anyone and the police force was covered in glory. Hit and runs were often difficult to solve and they had done it in 48 hours. We had a beer and then went to the bedroom again. He was all sweaty from the tension of the stand-off and he wanted to shower. I joined him. That worked well. I thought of my cock as a piss drain. Showering made everything nice and clean.
I had no idea what to do, but Tony had a plan. He bent over and sucked my cock into his mouth. I have since come to understand, that if you want to make friends with a man quickly, that is a good way to do it. It was odd to have the police chief doing it. He was also very tender and gentle. My cock was rock hard in seconds.
Tony stood. "Did you like that?"
"I sure do; it was wonderful," I replied.
"Just remember that your cock was designed for sex. It can do no wrong," Tony added. "Follow its lead. It knows what to do."
"What if it . . . gets messy?" I asked. I couldn't say shoot off. That seemed so crude.
"Let me handle that. Remember your cock knows what you want," he reiterated. "It's fully equipped and ready. It is designed to make you happy." He slipped to his knees and sucked me again. It was even better this time.
We got out of the shower and went to my bedroom. He returned to ministering to my cock and he worked on my balls too. I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing. I moaned a few times and Tony seemed happy. I suddenly realized I was really close to shooting off.
"I'm going to shoot!" I cried.
Tony didn't change what he was doing. I tried to hold back with no success. I began to shoot and he just sucked as if nothing had happened. I was shivering and shaking but that didn't bother him. I filled his mouth.
He pulled off once I stopped ejaculating. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm more that okay. I can't believe you did it," I said. "Did you like it?"
"Couldn't you tell?"
"I guess I could. I'm not a virgin anymore," I said.
"Let me give you an advanced news flash, you're not a virgin and you're not going to mind that one bit."
"What do I have to do now?" I asked.
"You don't have to do anything," Tony said. I reached out and stoked his cock. It seemed meaty but it was coated in sticky stuff. I realized it was some of the stuff that oozes from your cock when you are excited.
I thought it was gross, but I thought I should do something. I leaned over and licked some of it. It wasn't gross. Tony was uncut and after I lick up the stuff drooling from his skin I went for the fresh stuff. He became erect. It seemed big, but it fit in my mouth.
If someone had ordered me to suck an uncut cop's cock, it would have seemed impossible to me an hour earlier. As I sucked on his organ it was exciting and satisfying. He shifted so he could suck me as I sucked him. It seemed relaxed, exciting and natural. I would have thought it was repulsive. It took me a little while to admit that I loved it. We played for an hour more and then he had to go home.
I didn't want him to go, but my head was spinning. I needed some time to get my head straight. My parents hadn't been Bible thumpers who were opposed to sex. Sex didn't exist in our house. They didn't ever mention it. I didn't have a clear idea what you did or what it was like. I jerked off and that was good, but I didn't suspect how much better sex with another person would be.
I also didn't realize that real men had sex with other real men. I wasn't attracted to the swishy types you see in the media. Tony and Muldoon were as far from that stereotype as men could be. In Muldoon's case he seemed borderline Neanderthal. I didn't dislike the swishy types, but they were foreign to me in the way the breast enhanced starlets on television are. I discovered I was attracted to real men, not caricatures.
Chief Moretti was on the television a lot for the next several days. They turned the arrest into and anti-drunk driving campaign, combined with an emphasis on public spirited citizens coming forward to give the police information. I had a loaner car from Muldoon and life returned to normal.
A week later Tony called and asked if he could drop by Saturday after lunch. I said sure. He was there at one and he wanted to know if I was okay with what we had done before. "You really turned me on and I'd like to do more," he said. "That depends on you. I can't enjoy sex unless my partner likes it too."
"Well. It was good for me," I said. "I want to do more, but I tend to be timid. That leaves me in an odd place."
"Muldoon said you were shy as kid," Tony said. "You and he were still on first base when Muldoon and I had already hit a few home runs." He paused. "You are a middle-aged man now. It may be time to get a move on it."
"I know you are right about that," I admitted. "But everything seems like such a big leap."
"It's sort of like riding a bicycle. One day you can't ride it, the next day you don't want to do anything other than ride it," he said. "Muldoon had an idea. The thought that if he and I could go at it the way we usually do, you could join in. You could see what it's like and participate where you are comfortable."
"That might work," I said. "Actually, that sounds good. I don't know enough to know what I am getting into. When do you want to do it?"
"How about now? I saw Muldoon an hour ago. He off of work now. I can call him," Tony said. "There is only one thing. If you are going to watch, you've got to be naked. Is that okay?" I said it was. I was uncertain about the whole thing. I didn't know what was or wasn't acceptable.
Tony made the call, and Muldoon appeared ten minutes later. He must have been waiting for the call. We went to my bedroom and to the shower. Muldoon came from work. When I said they were all man, I understated the case. When Muldoon stripped he was bigger, more muscular and there was more hair than I remembered. His cock was huge even when it hung soft.
We got in the shower that was distinctly too small for three men. Everything rubbed against everything. When we got out, Muldoon went for my cock. I surprised myself and went for Tony's organ. As soon as I tasted it a rush of sensations came over me, I was fine. I sucked and he began to ooze. That was even better. We traded positions. Muldoon was hard to suck because he was so big, but that didn't bother me or Muldoon at all. It was wonderful.
We switched again and Muldoon got me to shoot off. He took every drop. I was wiped out but pleased. Tony and Muldoon continued to play as I rested. I thought I was resting, but I was actually recharging.
They continued sucking but eventually, Muldoon put Tony's legs on his shoulders and I realized he was going to shove his cock into the Police Chief's ass. This shocked me, but it excited me more. Muldoon didn't actually shove it in; he took his time and I had a front row seat. Tony had brought lubricant and they had me apply it to Muldoon's cock. He then gently worked his oversized cock head into Tony's tiny asshole.
I didn't think there was any possible way it would fit, but I was wrong. Tony winced as the knob popped in, but the rest seemed to excite him. I could see him react as the organ went deeper. Muldoon picked up the pace. Tony was in heaven. It excited me. Muldoon noticed my excitement. "Okay Little Tom, would you like to take a trip up Tony's love canal?" he asked.
"I couldn't do that," I protested.
"You sure as hell can! Tony would love it," Muldoon insisted. He was the sort of man you obeyed. He pulled out and lubricated my cock. I took his position and pushed gently into Tony's behind.
"Push harder!" Tony ordered. I did and my entire cock vanished in his ass. As soon as I was in, Tony clamped tight and my cock was his. I was totally unprepared for the warmth and intimacy of Tony's ass. Since I had already popped, I felt no urge to shoot off. I just wanted to feel his ass clasping my cock. I could have done it forever, but Tony said he was tired.
"Why don't you give Muldoon a poke," Tony said to me. I was going to say I couldn't do that, but I knew I could. Muldoon was soon on his back and I looked at his hole. He resisted when I pushed. Tony added more lube. I broke into his rectum. Waves of sensation crashed over me. I could believe I was in big, bad Muldoon's ass. I couldn't believe he enjoyed it as much as he did.
My vision of sex had been wrong. I thought one guy fucked the other. I thought the fucker got all the pleasure. It was hard for me to tell if Muldoon or I enjoyed it more. The feelings were all mixed up. I was fucking him, but his ass seemed to be massaging my cock.
Muldoon moved and got on his hands and knees so I could do him doggy style. That was good. Tony was to my rear and I felt his cock at my ass. I wasn't sure I wanted that, but for some reason I spread my legs wider.
Tony was slow and careful but determined. There were one or two rough spots, but they were worth it. He filled my ass and massaged my prostate. A little later we had a double orgasm. Tony rear loaded me as I loaded Muldoon's ass. It was wonderful. After we broke apart Muldoon nudged his knob into my hole. He hadn't popped though my sphincter when he shot off.
His ejaculations were very forceful. They spurted through my sphincter and into my rectum where it joined Tony's sperm. I had no idea anything could feel that good.