Best Sex Ever 15 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 am Brian Beaudette, the morning weather man for WZIP in Franklintown Virginia. It happened to be the smallest market in the state to have its own station. The owner of the largest media conglomerate in Virginia had a summer house near here, and that is why we existed.
It's safe to say that you begin your careers here, and if you have made it out in three or four years, you go into real estate or become an insurance salesman. I have been here for twenty years. I am referred to as the mainstay or the workhorse of the station. I'm good about local events and I can personalize the news and weather. That goes over well here, but knowing a lot about Franklintown is sort of like being America's greatest scholar of Albanian history. It is a distinction, but not a useful distinction.
I was born here. I took care of my parents until they died ten years ago, and I was engaged to the town lesbian for twenty years. Everyone knew I was gay, but I was careful and as long as I didn't make an issue of it, I was fine.
I had a friend, Tommy Wilson, who lived in Newport News. We saw each other for a long while until he was killed in a car accident. He was the principal of an elementary school and he was in a cast-iron closet. No one knew of his life with me.
When I hit fifty life turned dreary. My parents, Tommy and my lesbian wife-to-be all died within two years. While life hadn't been exciting, it was full. They weren't particularly intense relationships, but I was busy. I had places to go and things to do.
At the station, the newer staff members were getting younger and they saw me as an old geezer. They were all the age my children would have been had I sired children.
I began to do some advertising work for a Richmond agency for a used car dealership, Marty, the Abominable Car Man's Super Car Lot. The ads were cheesy, with Marty, a bombastic man from Brooklyn, and me. I played the straight man. They were clever and they caught on. I did similar ads for second rate used car lots throughout the south.
I hadn't realized that a cheesy ad that worked and it was a gold mine for me. I was in demand and paid well.
The Abominable Car Man was unlike any man I had met in rural Virginia. He was Brooklyn through and through with an accent you could cut with a knife. He was five feet six, stocky and hairy. He was sort of like Danny DeVito, but not as attractive or sophisticated. He wore Hawaiian style shirts open to the navel and was baboon-like in his hairiness. He was a hit with southern red-necks.
In his defense, his shop had good mechanics and his cars were well valued. He offered a one year, no questions asked warrantee and he honored it. He got a lot of repeat business. When I first met him I though he was rude and crude. I eventually found out his rude meant no more than the Southerners' politeness. Southerners can be very polite before stabbing you in the back. With Marty, what you saw was what you got.
I have a southern accent, and our best ads were of me doing an instantaneous translation of his Brooklyn accent into the local Redneck dialect. I had a knack for accents and I also could translate it into Virginia Mountain dialects, North Carolina Drawls or even Georgia's mumbling. I would do personal appearances with him too. In these I usually played the role of a translator. Mary was funny and over the top. I am a good straight man. It worked out well.
Soon my income from the ads was much greater than the television station salary, but I stayed on. I was the official voice for school closings in the winter and I was calm and unexcitable during hurricane season. I knew the area well and I could tell whose farm was in the way of a potential tornado and what streams usually flooded when we got more than three inches of rain.
As an older gay guy, I was well beyond my sell by date, and Tommy's death was a blow. He was a good man and good in bed too, not that we made it all the way to the bed often. In a rural areas most people knew I was gay, but here is a difference between being gay and flaunting it. I kept a low profile.
When I was discovered by the advertising agencies and the video production companies, I discovered a new group of gay men. I was sort of a star, but I never could do attitude and I was helpful and agreeable. They liked me. I discovered a new world of casual sex.
I had never been able to go to the bookstores or the normal cruising areas. Discovery would have ruined my career. It was the same with internet cruising. Everyone in the area knew my face. No one at home knew anyone in advertising. They existed in a different world form Franklintown.
I could go off to Richmond, Washington DC or Charlotte and no one at home would be the wiser. I was older and that was a problem, but I got along well with cameramen and makeup people. I'm clean shaven and neat looking, but I have a moderately hairy chest and a treasure trail to my bush.
Tommy had been my only regular sexual partner and I wasn't a gym rat. Tommy was the only naked man I knew. I soon discovered that the cameramen had much more sexual experience than I did, and according to them, I was horse hung.
I was pleased to know that. I had assumed I was average, and you always like to be thought of as exceptional. I did not realize that while I was an old man by most gay standards, being horse-hung counts. After a little while I discovered it counts a lot.
If I were a sensitive, thoughtful man I would have resisted temptation. I was so shocked that anyone would want to have sex with me, I made no effort to resist temptation at all. I wasn't particularly picky either.
In some ways I became a late blooming slut. I wasn't exactly wild and crazy, but I had hooked up with four men over the course of a year. I had only been with Tommy for the last 25 years, so it was a change. Tommy like the tried and true basics of man sex, oral and 69 weekly with a little fucking on holidays.
Tommy was also a much more comfortable with sex in the dark. He was handsome and quite athletic, with a good body, but he like things dim. My first new experience with the cameraman, Otto. Otto was a somewhat sloppy bear of a man. We had a beer after a shoot, and I went back to his apartment. This was nice for me since Otto thought I was handsome and a catch. I liked that.
Otto came close to falling in love with me when he saw my cock. We stripped naked in his bedroom with the lights on, he wanted to admire me. He licked and sucked but the really wanted to be fucked. He was big hairy and not groomed. I sort of assumed he had a big ass. His ass was wide but his hole was small and tight. I thought I wasn't going to fit, but Otto wanted it badly.
Tommy let me fuck him for occasions. It was good for me, but only okay for him. Once I was in, Otto loved it. I went deep into his ass and stayed there of an hour and a half. I soon discovered Otto had incredible stamina. He wanted me to shoot in his ass. I had never done that before and it was wonderful. I discovered I had some staying power too.
Otto cock oozed, drooled and spurted continuously. We took a shower twice to get the sticky stuff off. It was wonderful. Two weeks later we had another shoot. I was more relaxed this time and the sex was even better. After our first orgasm Otto told me he had a pal who wanted to meet me. Fifteen minutes later Roger was at the door. He was a lighting man.
Roger was small and very uninhibited. He had a well repaired cleft pallet and wasn't a looker. He had a nice sized cock and a wide open ass. I fucked the two men and then Roger went to my rear as I screwed Otto. Roger eased his organ into my ass.
Tommy had been in me a few times, but my hole was semi-virgin. I knew no part of Roger was virgin, but he knew how to get in an ass easily. I didn't expect it to be as good as it was. Roger was a wonder. I made it a point to meet with both men whenever I had a shoot.
Roger gave me the name of a farmer who lived near me. I knew of Billy, but didn't know him personally. He was a big time farmer and a member of the board of supervisors. I called him and we met in a vacant tenant farm. He was big, bearded and handsome in a lumberjack way. I wouldn't have guessed he was into man sex in a million years.
We went to the tenant house. It was in a woods, quite distant from the rest of the place. He owned thousands of acres. We went upstairs and there was a furnished bedroom. When we stripped, my cock worked its magic. Billy was a size queen.
I turned out I was a master of misreading men. I thought Billy would be a dominant type. He was a size queen, cum-slut bottom. He also was a romantic who liked things slow. Otto and Roger liked to be pounded. Billy wanted to be massaged.
His favorite position was on his back with his legs on my shoulders. I would slowly pump and we would talk. Once I told him I had to pull out. I needed to piss. He asked if I could piss in him. I said I didn't know if I could do that. I could and he had a hands free orgasm as I filled him. I am an accommodating man and Billy wanted to try things. It was a good combination.
My life was looking up. I was making more money than I had dreamed about: I was semi-famous and I had a sex life. Otto, Roger and Billy were fun, willing and able. I did note that some of my sex appeal was due to my cock, but I figured it was attached and a middle age men had to make use of his assets.
It wasn't just sex; it was varied sex. I had be a Johnny-one-note, now I was beginning to use all the instruments in the orchestra. I enjoyed every minute. With three playmates I was a happy man.
I got along well with Marty. He thought I was an exotic, a genuine southerner. The ad campaign was a great success, and he knew a good thing when he found it.
He had a big family. He had four daughters and what seemed to be an endless supply of cousins, nephews and Uncles, from both sides of his extended Italian family. Most had migrated south, and were either associated with his used car business of a chain of Italian restaurants in smaller towns.
I met most of them at the grand openings of the family businesses. They were all ambitious and driven. I was at a large barbeque for the sales staff of the business when I met Marty's brother Guido. Guido was a taller version of Marty but he had all the family characteristics. Any Hollywood producer who needed an actor to play a Mafia hit man would have been happy with the men in Marty's family. Marty's 13 year old son had 5:00 shadow.
Guido was the chef in the family and ran the best restaurants. In southern towns, Italian Restaurants are the same as pizza places. Guido started with pizzas, then added more exotic fare, spaghetti, lasagna and eventually he provided more expensive dishes such as Veal Parmesan. He eased his southern Baptist and Methodist clientele into better food.
On Friday and Saturday nights he provided a special of real high quality Italian food. People would pay twelve to fifteen dollars for it. "You know it's expensive but it's so good," they would say.
Guido catered the barbeque. We were at a historic plantation house on the James and it was a beautiful day. The place had limited toilet facilities. The porto-potty man had failed to deliver and it was politely suggested that the facilities were for the ladies and the men might avail themselves of the bushes. The gardens were elaborate and the bushes plentiful.
I was behind a boxwood hedge when Guido made use of the same ornamental feature. My cock was fully exposed. Guido looked at it; he smiled and he pulled is organ out. In the normal, I'll show you mine if you show me yours situation, I do well. Guido was use to going well too. We weren't exactly the same size. I was a bit longer. Guido was a bit thicker, but we both liked what we saw. His stroked his to show it off to better advantage. I did the same to mine. We heard someone else coming so we put our meat away.
A little later we talked. I mentioned I lived in Franklintown.
"Why that's on my way home," he said. That was true if he took an hour detour.
"Why don't you drop by and I'll show you the sights." I said. I gave him my address and my cell number. He said he would try to drop by.
I'm no fool and I know thinking about dropping by and dropping by aren't the same thing. When I got home he called me and said he had too much to do. That I expected.
"I am free tomorrow. Are you free by any chance?" he asked. That I did not expect. I was free. He said he could get to my place by 2:00 in the afternoon. He arrived on time.
"It's nice to see you again," I said.
"I hope I get to see a lot more of you," Guido said.
"You liked what you saw?"
"I sure did," Guido replied. "When I meet a guy I usually like to get naked, fuck him until his eyes cross and then drain the Sicilian high test in my balls into his ass."
"You have a plan? " I asked. "I tend to top too." There must have been some uncertainty in my voice.
"I do." he said. "I always have a plan. I've never been with a guy who is as big as I am. I thought I might like to experiment a little. Have you bottomed?"
"A few times, it can be good."
"I've tried it a few times too, but the cocks were small and didn't do much," Guido said. "The guys I fuck love it. I was wondering what it felt like."
"What if it doesn't feel that good?" I asked.
"I'm a big boy. Big boys don't cry."
"I like to take it easy, when it comes to assplay," I said. "I like repeat customers. My closest friend wasn't into it much, but he did it to keep me happy. I took my time. My friend died a few years ago."
"I tend to have fuck buddies," Guido said. "I'm not good on the kissy-kissy stuff."
"I never would have guessed that," I said. Guido looked at men and then smiled.
"That's a joke, isn't it?" he asked.
"I use to think I wanted true love," I said. "I have recently discovered mindless sex is pretty damn good!"
"You fuck them?" he asked.
"I sure do. They come back for more."
"Do you shoot off in them?" he asked. "Some of my pals don't like it when I do that. I like it."
"Do your playmates ever try to milk your cock afterwards?" I asked.
"No, do your pals do that for you?" he asked. I nodded. "Do you think they would like me?"
I smiled. "I know they would like you," I said.
"Are you willing to share?" I nodded again. Guido began to strip. For a moment I wondered if it was possible if a man could be too masculine. Guido had broad shoulders, and six pack gut and was covered in a thick coat of curly black hair. He was a gorilla.
A little later his uncut cock was in my mouth and I knew definitely that you couldn't be too masculine. I worked my tongue into his puckered foreskin. He had been oozing for a while and his Sicilian high test was slightly fermented. It was pure distilled man scum.
We got on the bed and we sixty-nined. I could tell Guido was uneasy about sucking, but once his lips made contact with my knob all was well. He came really close to deep throating me. Since I was sucking him I tasted his cock react. Guido hid his feelings, but cocks can't be discrete. They tell the truth all the time. Guido was enjoying my cock. He was enjoying it a lot. I was certainly enjoying his cock.
"Brian, I'm loving this but I need to fuck," he said. "Are you willing?"
"Are you willing to take mine?"
Guido looked at me. "I think I am. Would you like to do me first?"
"How about flipping a coin," I suggested. He flipped the coin and I won. I had lubricant available and I took my time lubricating Guido's ass. He was uneasy, but I was slow and gentle. Once I worked two fingers into his ass I located his prostate and that small gland was in working condition. I don't think he knew it was there. He began moaning.
I lubricated my cock and poked gently at his hole. I toyed with his anus. I pushed in deep enough to stretch his hole open and hit his prostate. I gave his prostate a nice buff and shine and then went deep. He was moaning and whimpering a little, but it was a good whimper. I alternated deep thrusts with prostate massage. That seemed to keep Guido occupied and happy.
I am more of a social bottom than a confirmed bottom man, but as I poked Guido, I felt this itch deep in my ass that needed to be scratched. Guido's rock hard cock looked as if it would be the right tool. I pulled out of him, straddled his cock and sat on it.
He had been oozing a lot of precum and it slipped in easily. I caught Guido completely by surprise. A second or two later I felt something like a fire hose spurting in my ass. I did a fancy dance on his pole and then massaged the organ. He eventually went soft but my ass worked its magic and his erection returned after some sphincter therapy. He shot off a second time and I got off his pole and slipped my cock into his ass a second time. It was an easy fit this time.
This time I fucked him proper and when I flooded his ass with my cream, Guido shot off too. I took that as a compliment. We went at it, round robin fucking for another two hours. Guido wasn't much of a talker. He expressed affection through orgasms and erections.
I did discover I was the first man to plow and seed him and that was a complete success. When he left he told me he had never been completely drained before. It took a little while to realize that had been a compliment. He also called me the next day and thanked me for a good time. Late in the week he called again and asked if he could come over again. I was busy that weekend, but I said I was going to meet with a friend on Sunday. He could join us if he was interested. Guido said he wasn't sure. Ten minutes later he called and said he would join me.
I was going to meet with Billy and Billy had said he would like to try a threesome. I had never been in a threesome either. I was in an adventurous mood. Guido came by at once and I drove us to the farmhouse. Guido was nervous.
"I've never done this before. It might be odd to have someone watching," he said. "This guy is all right?"
"He's a nice guy," I said. "I'm not sure anyone will be watching. Billy and I are doers!"
"You aren't going to gang up on me, are you?"
I laughed. "Billy likes the bottom. Unless he can gang up on you by opening his ass extra wide, you are safe!"
"I don't know what he might think of me."
"I have a feeling once your cock is in his ass, it won't make any difference what he thinks," I said.
Guido smiled. "I guess you are right about that," he agreed.
When we came to the farmhouse Billy was waiting for us on the front porch. He was muscular, shirtless and tanned. Guido loved what he saw. They were both macho men and the felt mutual attraction. What happened next was beautiful.
Guido and Billy were two intensely masculine men who forgot they were macho and allowed their cocks to take charge. They gave up on their hang ups and worries and just decided to enjoy themselves. Billy was a bigger man, but Guido was more muscular. Billy was blond and his hair was bleached by the sun. Guido was dark and hairy. We went to the bedroom and stripped. Both men tended to hold back, but when the stripped, both were fully erect. That is a good way to say I'm glad to meet you.
I knelt between them licking their cocks as they talked. After a minute or two both men were oozing. The conversation was Guido's idea of romantic.
"Damn you're a big boy," he said, "I love to fuck, can you take my cock?"
"I sure as shit can," Billy replied.
"I like to dump my load in your ass."
"I'd love that," Billy said. "Will you take mine?"
"No, I don't do that," Guido replied. There was a pause. "That isn't exactly true. Last week Brian here, polished my ass and he gave it a sperm bath."
"Brian's fucked me many times. How did you like it?" Billy asked.
"I liked it. I liked his cream in me too," Guido admitted.
As I mentioned before, Guido expressed affection through erections and orgasms. By that standard the three of us had an exceptionally affectionate afternoon.