Best Sex Ever 17 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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It took ten years for my Helen to die. It was a slow growing cancer that seemed to ebb and flow. We would think it was over and that she had beaten it, but it would reappear elsewhere. Helen was a good as she could be, but when she finally died I felt only relief. We had a small, graveside ceremony and I went home to an empty house.
I felt drained. I had done everything I could do for her, but I had known for years that nothing would change the outcome. She was a good Catholic girl and she prayed to the Virgin Mary every day, but there was no miracle. After the third bout of cancer I knew there was no hope.
I was 62 years old and ten years had vanished from my life. We lived in an older neighborhood, and most of our neighbors had died or moved to Florida. No friends remained. My kids were scattered. They had been good, but Helen didn't want to bother them. Our oldest son asked if I would like for him to move back. He would have done it, but I said no. He was a successful graphic designer in the Silicon Valley. Moving back to a small city in Virginia would be the end of the career.
Helen always put on a good show when the kids visited. She didn't want them to see her as she really was. She wanted them to remember her as a beautiful, loving mother, not as a diseased old woman. I understood that, and I think it was the right decision.
I had forgotten how to relate to people other than nurses and doctors and the people at work. I am Jonathan Mills, a CPA and the owner of my own firm. It was successful and quiet large now. As the senior member of the firm I usually worked there half time dealing only with complicated accounting situations. I no longer did any of the day to day work.
In theory I could have gone back to full time work, but that would screw up my partners. They ran the office and they ran it well. It wouldn't have been fair to return and turn them into junior partners again.
I had no hobbies, but I needed to get out of the house. I visited the local YMCA and took an exercise class. I'm not into exercise much, but it was good to get out. Since I tend to be very regular in my habits I soon met a few people who went to the Y at the same time.
One man, Clyde Miller, made it a point to talk with me. Clyde was a retired real estate agent and he like to talk. He was out going and talked to everyone. I knew of the firm he worked for, and he knew of my firm. He was 65 and we shared many of the same life experiences. I am not a good conversationalist, but Clyde could keep the flow going. One of the women at the Y remarked that most conversations require two people; Clyde could do it on his own.
When I had a meeting at the office after my exercise class, I would shower at the Y. That worked out well for my schedule. It was odd showering there, but it brought back memories of high school and college shower rooms. I felt nostalgic about that.
I went to college when there were no gays, or at least no one admitted they were gay. In the dorms, there was one shower room per floor serving 60 men. Everyone pretended not to look, but there was always some comparisons being made. I was pleased to discover I fared well.
By chance, Clyde was in the Y's shower at the same time I was. It was unusual to run into a man naked when you were used to seeing him clothed, by Clyde was unconcerned. Clyde was a furry, bull-like man. Most of the heavier men at college were modestly equipped. Clyde was hug like a bull too.
I finished showering, dressed and went to my meeting. It ran long so I went to a restaurant on the way home instead of cooking for myself. I watched an hour or two of television and went to bed. Much to my surprise I dreamed of Clyde that night. More correctly, I dreamed of his cock. This was a shock to me. When I had been a kid I dreamed of men, mostly of cowboys or detectives. I wanted to see them naked although I had no idea what to do with a naked man. I just wanted to see. For some reason those dreams came back to me, but focused in Clyde.
I went back to the Y the next day at my regular time. Clyde came in a little later and was talking as usual. I worked a little longer than usual and then returned to the locker room. Normally I wouldn't shower, but I decided to clean up. I told myself I was really sweaty. Shortly after I got under the water, Clyde appeared in the stall across from me. He didn't pull the shower curtain closed.
Somehow he looked better than he had the day before. His cock seemed to look a little bit larger than I remembered it. He looked up and saw I was looking at him and he smiled. I smiled back. He looked at me and at my cock. He grinned. I looked down and discovered I was semi hard. I tried to cover my enlarging cock. I glanced at him and saw he was washing his equipment very thoroughly. He saw I was looking and he peeled back his foreskin.
I heard voices in the locker room so I pulled the curtain as did Clyde. I turned off the water, dried off and went to the locker room to dress. Clyde did the same but he was in a different part of the locker room, so I didn't see him.
I left and went to my car. Clyde saw me and came over. "How about a cup of coffee?" he asked. "There is a good coffee shop a few blocks away." I said that sounded good to me.
I'm not much of a coffee shop kind of guy, but this place was nice. It was busy, but not over crowded and the coffee was good. It was in a part of town near the university, and had a mixture of students, faculty and town people there. The walls were covered in paintings, several were nice.
When we left, Clyde told me he lived above the coffee shop in a loft apartment. "Would you like to see it?" he asked. I said sure. We went to the side of the building, through a locked, wrought-iron gate into landscaped courtyard with a fountain. Going through another door, we were at the elevator and stair to his loft. I thought Clyde was a successful man, but the elevator suggested he was more successful than I had guessed.
The apartment was very modern and stylish. I'm not a modern or stylish man, but it was beautiful, interesting and comfortable looking.
"Jonathan, I brought you here under false pretenses," he said. "I wanted to make sure I hadn't offended you in the showers. I tend to be too forward."
I smiled. "Don't worry, I wasn't offended at all," I said. "I need to apologize to you. My cock seemed to have a mind of its own."
"No offence taken," he said. "It sort of reminded me of the high school showers after a wrestling meet. Everyone was trying to check out the other guys' meat without looking like they were looking! We were all interested, but none of us were willing to admit it."
"I assume you had the biggest?" I asked.
Clyde laughed. "If you consider length and diameter I did pretty well," he said. "If you had been there it would have been a close call."
"I was a math wiz, not a wrestler," I said. "You jocks were popular. No one was interested in the nerds."
"You would think that the macho jocks all possessed big equipment, and the nerds would have mini-dicks, but that is not the way things were," Clyde said. "Some of the biggest boys on the team had way more muscle than meat."
"Have you made a study of that?"
"Well I always was a curious guy. I liked to look," he said. "My folks were very conservative and modest. Forbidden fruit had great appeal."
"Maybe that is what it was," I said. "I had three sisters and at one time I thought I was the only human to have a cock. I found out differently at school. I must have out grown that interest."
Clyde looked me in the eye. "I haven't out grown that interest," he said. "Not at all." He paused. "I'd love to see you hard."
I couldn't have been more embarrassed or uneasy. My cock turned rock hard and tented my pants.
"I've embarrassed you, I'm sorry," he said.
"That's okay," I said and then I added, "I wish I wasn't so excited."
"Let me help you out with that," Clyde whispered. He dropped to his knees and pulled down my athletic shorts at the same time. A second later my cock head was in his mouth and a second after that I was moaning in pleasure.
The pleasure was so intense, I forgot to be my normal conservative and reticent self. I lost it and let waves of pleasure sweep over me. I forgot everything as his mouth massaged my cock. I hadn't felt this way in years.
Helen and I had a good sexual relationship until she got sick. It was pleasant and enjoyable, but not intense. Nothing worked right once she was sick. It had been a ten year drought. Clyde wasn't just sucking me, he was enjoying it. He seemed to be both skilled and enthusiastic.
I had never thought of myself as a sexual athlete nor as a sex toy. I was a bit shocked that anyone found me sexually attractive, but I was more pleased than shocked. We moved to the bedroom. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. This was all new territory for me.
Clyde's impressive organ was rock hard and the foreskin had peeled back exposing his huge cock head. It looked shiny and precum was drooling from his slit. "That's kind of gross," I thought just before I dropped to my knees and began to lick it up. It wasn't gross at all, as it turned out.
Looking back I think I was worried about it dripping on the floor. I tend to be very neat. My concern for neatness vanished and was replaced by a need to take it all. I didn't want any of his man juices to be wasted. On the bed Clyde moved into the sixty-nine position. That was wonderful.
It was too good. "I'm going to shoot!" I cried. Clyde either didn't hear me or he didn't care. A few seconds later he was gobbling up my semen as if he were a starving man. I took a trip to the moon as he did. I can't describe what I felt.
When I came back to earth my mouth was filled with his steamy man seed. It enveloped my tongue and I never had felt closer to anyone before. We slowly broke apart.
"Has this been too much for you?" Clyde asked.
"It was way too much, thank God," I replied. "I didn't know I could feel so much." We talked for a while and then I went home. I waited for guilt and regret to kick in, but that never happened. It was so overwhelming, there was no way for a negative thought to kick in.
I went to the Y the next day and he was there. In the shower afterward he asked if we could talk afterward. I said sure. We went to his loft again.
He made coffee and we sat down. "I wanted to make sure you were okay with what happened yesterday," he said. "I think I went too far."
"It was entirely unexpected, but I really don't know what to think. It was good, mind blowing good, but it's not something I would ever do. I know I did it, but I can hardly believe I did."
"Let me be straight with you. It is the sort of thing I do. I'm gay and I like sex with men," Clyde said. "You're a good looking man, but I don't go after every good looking man I see. When I saw your cock I got carried away. You're a nice guy, but your cock is great! I know that is superficial. But that the way it is. I'd like to do it again and I like to do more, but I'm after sex and fun, not love and romance."
"No one has ever had any interest in my body," I said. "Right now I can't conceive of having a romantic relationship with a man."
"Do you think you could have a relationship based on recreational sex?" he asked. I was silent for a while.
"I feel odd about the whole thing. I remember in college we joked about guys who let their cock do their thinking, instead of their brain," I said. "My brain is uneasy, but my cock seems to be with the program. It wants to boogie."
Clyde smiled. "I understand. I was a nice Presbyterian boy from the Valley. Being gay was not part of my plans for my life. You can't fool Mother Nature. I also though my sex drive would diminish as I got older. That didn't happen. I'm ready to get naked and go at it like dog in heat at the drop of a hat. You may have noticed that yesterday."
"I thought I had a good sex life, but after yesterday I seems I was barely scratching the surface of what is possible," I said.
"I noticed you had no problem going with the flow," Clyde said. "If I told you it's rare when a guy jumps into it with both feet the first time he tries it. You took my load and didn't spit it out."
"I like things neat," I said.
"What did you feel when you discovered your mouth was full of my ball spunk?" he asked.
"Well it was a surprise, but it was a bit exciting," I said. "Last night I woke up in the middle of the night and I could still taste it."
"Were you hard?" Clyde asked. I nodded.
"Have you ever been hard at an inopportune moment and tried to make your cock go soft?" he continued. "You can't do it. The Born-Agains think you can pick and choose who or what turns you on. You have damn little choice in the matter. I tried to fall in love with a girl for years and nothing happened. What they think is resisting temptation may be just denial. As far as I can tell, that seems to make them mean."
"I've noticed that," I said.
"Some physical things cause emotional reactions. When I was younger I was lucky with some girls. I was a jock and if you like your men real manly, I was the guy for you. Some women liked that." Clyde explained. "I was with a pal from the team and we were sharing a room at a tournament. He won and we celebrated. We were drunk and happy and things turned a little amorous."
"Well things became much more amorous. His cock drool made me crazy. I couldn't get enough of it. When he shot off in my mouth, I thought I had won the lottery," he continued. "I had screwed women and it had been good, but it was nothing like what I felt with my pal. It took me a few years to understand what whatever I was supposed to feel and believe about sex, it wasn't what I felt. I could fuck a woman for hours and it didn't equal a few minutes with a pal's cock. I could screw a hundred women, but dumping a single load in a guy's greedy mouth was still better."
"Think about what it felt like when you tasted my cream, straight form the spigot," he added. "I can still taste yours."
The phone rang and Clyde had to meet with a client. I went home and mowed the lawn. That gave me time to think. I decided it was silly to consider having a sexual relationship with a man. I went to bed feeling good. I slept late and decided to go to the coffee shop below Clyde's apartment for breakfast.
I didn't think I would run into him there, but it seemed like a nice place. I had been there for ten minutes when he came down for his breakfast. He was glad to see me and he knew why I was there. I knew too.
We went to his loft afterwards.
"I didn't think I would come back," I said. Clyde smiled at me.
"I was pretty sure you would," he said. "I'm not exactly a virgin when it comes to man sex. I felt something when we sixty-nined. There was generic excitement you get when you are having sex with a new partner; it's is always a thrill. I felt you reacting the same way I was. I knew you were uneasy and uncomfortable. That beautiful cock of yours was like a straw that let me suck all that unease and tension out of you."
"You sucked it out and them replaced it with your own cream?" I asked.
"You felt it too?" he asked in reply.
"Nothing is more exciting or intense than an orgasm. As you continued to ejaculate I seemed to relax. A mouth full of you rich sperm was just what I wanted," I said. "I didn't expect that at all." I looked at Clyde. "Let's get naked and do it again." He smiled as he took off his shirt exposing his furry pelt. Clyde wasn't handsome. I shivered in excitement.
I was a little afraid the day before had been a fluke, perhaps a onetime only event. It wasn't. It was all mindless, over the top sex. Clyde was a nice guy, but when he was naked and hard he was a wonder. His balls manufactured the food of the gods, and I went for it. I was afraid he might object to my single minded interests, but he enjoyed it too, if two orgasms in a half hour are any indication.
I went home to do some chores but we agreed to meet after the exercise class at the Y in Monday. That didn't happen. His brother had a heart attack and he went off to help. He was gone for a month.
I was greatly relieved when he returned to the Y. We went to his loft afterwards. There was a man waiting for him at the gate. It only took me a second or two to realize this was another playmate. "Jonathan, this is Bill, an old friend of mind," Clyde said in introduction. We shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. I said I'm better get home, but Clyde insisted that I come in and have coffee.
Bill was a tall, man and was in good shape for his age. I guessed he was fifty. We went inside and talked as Clyde made the coffee. Bill was a minister for the Methodist Church. We had a nice conversation over coffee.
"Well guys," Clyde said. "I've been playing Florence Nightingale for a month, I am ready to have some fun. I'm pretty sure you two will get along, and I'd love to play with both of you. Are you game?"
"If Jonathan is willing, I'm game," Bill said. "It's been a month."
"I'm game too," I said. That was more to be polite than anything else. It is hard to say no when the other guys said yes." We went to the bedroom and stripped. Bill as in really good shape. I thought it might be difficult to get things underway, but we were all eager. It wasn't a problem.
The phone rang and Clyde went off. I was alone with Bill. A few minutes later I was on my back on the bed sucking Bill as he sucked me. His cock wasn't that big, but I could deep throat it. He could take all of mine too. He was a sword swallower, and I loved that.
Clyde returned to the room. He fingered Bill's ass and his well lubricated cock appeared. Clyde positioned it at Bill's ass and pushed. The monster organ vanished in Bill's rear. I was sucking Bill as Clyde fucked him. I could taste Bill react as the cock rammed him.
It was hard to believe the cock would fit. It didn't just fit. Since Bill was pumping out the cream it was clear he was enjoying it. I could taste him react to Clyde's thrusts. After a few minutes Clyde pulled out.
"I want to hold off some. Jonathan, would you like to take Bill for a spin?" Clyde asked. "He's a great bottom."
"I don't think I could do that," I said. Bill broke apart from me.
"I'm sure you can, go ahead," Bill said. "Clyde's right. I'd love it." I got up and Bill rolled on his back. He put his legs on my shoulders. "Don't be shy, I'm not!"
I hadn't fucked in over ten years, and I had never fucked a man. I tentatively rested my cock head in Bill's anus. It was juicy from Clyde's well-lubricated cock. I pushed gently and my cock vanished in Bill's ass. It was warm and slippery. Bill clamped his sphincter tightly to grasp my organ.
The physical sensations were great, but the emotional feelings were greater. I didn't know if a rectum can express emotion, but I knew Bill wanted my cock in him. My cock felt wanted. A wave of affection for Bill swept over me. He welcomed me to his ass. I looked at Bill's face. I could tell he felt the same way.
The three of us spent the next two hours, fucking and sucking. What had been forbidden acts became as ordinary as bushing my teeth. That is if brushing your teeth resulted in massive orgasms. I felt a little bit like a lonely boy who just discovered some new best friends. Best of all, they were friends with benefits.