Best Sex Ever 3 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 nursed Freddy for the last year of his life. He had cancer. I looked up his cancer on the web and I knew it was hopeless. There are miracles, but the survival rate was dismal. His daughter, Sally wanted him to do every possible treatment regardless of the success rate and Freddy wanted to please her. She lived two hundred miles away and visited every month or two. I took care of him through the radiation, the chemotherapy and the failed operation.
I tried to tell her things weren't going well, but Sally wasn't a good listener, and she never believed in anything that could potentially inconvenience her. She had standards. At the funeral, she told her friends she had no idea he was as sick as he was and his death was a shock.
A friend of mine who overheard her said you could tell Freddy was dying the second you entered the room. Freddy never imposed or demanded anything and he tried to do as much for himself as possible. He didn't complain, but his body was failing. We had a trip to the hospital every two weeks and a few major rescue squad events. I did it all near the end.
It was a relief for me and a blessing for Freddy when he died. I had known him for 20 years and we lived together for 12. I wasn't as much lonely when he died as lost. I suddenly had no way to spend my extra time. He was 15 years older than I am, but I was well beyond my prime when he died. Fifty-five-year-old bald and bearded men aren't much in demand in the gay world.
I had never been into bars or clubs. Most of the places I had known when I was younger had closed. Gay bars and clubs have a short life span. I had discovered the internet years earlier. There I soon discovered that the more attractive a man, the further away he was. I knew of some men who would fly off and meet a potential playmate in a distant city. I didn't have the money or desire to do that. I had a nine to five job and two weeks of vacation annually. That cut into my jet setting adventure time.
I moved to a smaller place and settled into a quiet routine. It was boring, but all those trips to the hospital made boring seem good to me.
I did chat regularly with a man who lived a hundred miles away, Henry. He seemed to be nice and it was fun to chat with him. He invited me to a party at his house. He said it was an all male party, and most of the guests were older. He also told me it was a nudist group. I said my body wasn't ready for a naked party. He laughed and told me the men who came to the party were open-minded; not one was centerfold material. I said I might consider it.
My chat buddy, Henry, seemed to think I needed to get out. I told him I was just fine. He told me that while there was a playroom upstairs, I could stay downstairs and just chat. I said I'd think about it.
Nudity didn't play a role in my life growing up. My father was a proper, up tight businessman and his idea of informal dress was not to wear a tie. He did wear alligator shirts for golf, but he never wore a tee shirt as a shirt even in the house. In contrast, Freddy and I spent a lot of time naked. We lived on a big farm and it was secluded. There was no need to wear clothes. After a day of yard work, we would often sit naked on the porch and have a beer. The porch had a good view of the farm road and we could see a car's dust well before we could see the car. It was nice to be naked and relaxed. The nudity was usually as prelude for sex, so it was always a bit titillating.
I found myself thinking about Henry's party. At first, it seemed like a big leap for me. A week later, I realized I was living alone and there was no reason not to try it out. The worst that could happen was that I didn't like it and I would go home. I figured why not.
Two weeks later, I drove to Henry's house. I got there a bit early. I had misjudged the time it took to get there. Henry and his partner Joe were getting ready and I helped some. Actually, Joe was a bit disorganized and I helped out quite a bit.
The first men arrived at 7:00 and fifteen minutes we went up stairs to strip. I was uneasy for a little while, but that passed. It was an average group of men and I was new. Everyone was nice and pleasant. Henry had six-man hot tub on a covered porch and I went there. All was placid above the water line but there was activity under the surface. Men were in and out of the tub; most left with erections. That didn't embarrass them or anyone else for that matter.
More men came, and a little later, a few men vanished up the stairs to the playroom, otherwise known as the master bedroom. I went up just to see what was going on.
If the first rule of being an educated man is to know yourself, I failed miserably. I stayed in the playroom for a long while and did more than observe. Technically, I was in the playroom for the next three hours. I had heard of nudist groups that were into nudism as a life style choice, but not sexual. They liked the freedom and fellowship of being in a nude group. As far as I could tell, everyone at this party wanted sex. That included me.
I was like a kid in a candy store. There were between six and fifteen men in the room at any one time. One or two men were on their knees sucking anything that came in reach. Several men were on the bed, going at it hot and heavy. Other men watched the show, gave advice and helped out when needed.
Everyone was having fun. It was sex but it was also casual and easy. Henry had said it was no strings, and indeed, it was that. I sucked several men and several sucked me. One man told me, he was getting close, but he wanted to save up for later. That was fine with me.
After an hour, the sex was less casual. Several other men joined the group. One left after an hour. It wasn't his sort of scene. The rest of us were having a good time.
I remembered one of my rare trips to a gay bar. Everyone was waiting for Mr. Right, and wondering if they would connect with anyone. Here, sucking a cock was just being neighborly. You could connect with everyone. The place was high of pleasure and low on drama. Of course, there were a few drama Queens in the group, but they weren't a problem.
At first, I didn't know what was expected or usual. Henry didn't have a checklist of dos and don'ts. He said ask first. That was his only advice. Freddy and I had an active sex life, but it was private. Our sex was one-on-one. Here, no one here seemed to be shy, but I had no idea just how shy they actually were.
The first hour was pretty wild, but I soon discovered that was just the warm-up period. I went to a second bedroom here someone had set up a sling. One young man named Bruce was in the sling. A ring of admirers surrounded the sling, and they were taking turns fucking Bruce. Bruce seemed happy as a lark. His ass was wide open and heavily lubricated. While the sex was intense, there was no menace in the air. It was a bunch of men having fun. No one was trying to prove anything or show off. No one was uneasy, least of all Bruce.
When I returned to the main bedroom, the sex was in the air. I connected with a young, beefy, very hairy man, Mark. He was in his later twenties, but the hair and beard made him look older. He liked older men. At one time, I would have been insulted to be considered older, but I was relieved to find someone I excited. I had met him first in the hot tub and he had sought me out.
A handsome man of my age came over to us. I sucked him as the younger man sucked me. During a break, Rod, the older man, asked, "Are you having a good time, son?" of the hairy stud.
"It's been good Daddy," Mark replied. He went off to get something to drink. Rod, the older man told me they were partners. I thought, oh shit, I've been trespassing.
Rod must have sensed my worry. "We don't have an open relationship, but as long as he lets me know who he's playing with, I fine with some fun on the side," Rod said.
"I don't want to cause problems," I said.
Rod smiled. "I'm all top, and Mark is a bottom, but once and a while he wants to step out a fuck a little," he said, "I don't bottom at all. I figure this is a good place for Mark to blow off some steam." He looked at me. "Does that bother you?"
"It should bother me, but it doesn't," I said. "It turns me on." Rod leaned close to me.
"I've done a lot of guys in my life. Mark knows that, but I never see him get it on with another man," he said. "I fuck Mark every time I can. He likes it when I'm squirting my load in his ass. He likes that a lot. I'd like to see him do it. His ass is mine, though. It's a no fly zone." I nodded.
I didn't tell him that I met Mark in the hot tub, I had fondled Mark and somehow I ended up with two fingers in his ass, massaging his prostate. Mark had loved that. I kept that to myself.
Rod was well hung, on the high side of average. Mark had a short, stubby cock. Erect it wasn't that short, but it was very thick. I mentioned that to Rod.
"Things will work out," he said.
Mark came back and we went to a second, small bedroom. It wasn't as crowded as the main playroom and it was dark. Mark sat on the edge of the bed as I sucked him. He was very excited. Rod went to my rear and nudged his knob into my hole. His cockhead felt cool, and I knew it was lubricated. As I deep throated Mark, Rod gave a hard thrust and he was deep in me.
"Oh Daddy!" Mark cried.
"I'm just lubricating him for you, Son," Rod said. Rod wasn't a graceful fucker, but it was effective. When he pulled out, he made Mark get on the bed, and I sat on his cock. It was thick and it was a challenge. Mark's good attitude made it easier. He loved it and was appreciative. A little later Rod fucked me again, and then Mark screwed me. I was on my back, with my legs on his shoulders. Mark loved that. Rod was playing with Mark's tits when Mark let loose. I was sure that every drop of sperm in Mark's body was in my ass when he was done. Things calmed down. Rod and Mark left. While we had been going at it, several men had been in the room. One man had stayed the entire time.
"You put on a good show," he said.
"You liked it?"
"I sure did," he said. "I'm Ed, by the way."
"I'm John," I said. His cock was almost in my face so I stuck out my tongue and licked it. I'm not that socially skilled, but I did know how to make fiends at a gay orgy. When soft, Ed's cock was average. It grew into something impressive. It wasn't quite as large and meaty as Freddy's cock had been, but it was nice.
I deep throated it and that impressed Ed. He was slim and of average height, with a handsome face and an average body. I'm beefy and hairy and he liked that. He got on the bed and we sixty-nined. That was a great success. We took a breather.
"Damn, I'd like to fuck you," he said. "I like to take my time,; roll over for a second, let's give it a try." I did as he asked. He nudged his cock into my ass and slowly pushed. He cock slid in easily. I was winded and shocked. It was wonderful.
My late partner's cock was larger, but Ed's seemed to be almost as effective. I felt something I hadn't felt in almost two years. "I live nearby, would you like to really get it on?" he said.
"You live nearby?" I asked.
"I sure do. Are you in the mood for some quality time?" Ed asked. I told him I was. Ten minutes later, we were on the way to his house. His idea of close wasn't mine, but when we got there, it was nice rambling house on a river.
We went to the bedroom. "Would you like a little blue pill?" he asked.
"I've never had one, do they work?" I asked.
"They work for me," he said. I took the pill. We talked a little, but soon stripped and jumped in the bed. I assumed the pill would take a while to work, but I was more than ready, as was Ed. We sucked each other, but I wanted his cock in me so I soon sat on it. It was magical.
Freddy's cock was bigger and the sensations had been overwhelming. I had always wanted to have a long session with Freddy, but I always shot off too soon to do that. Ed's organ was slightly smaller and I felt the thrill, but not the need to climax.
I soon discovered Ed had the world's longest fuse. He could go for an hour plus and still be enthusiastic and hard. He liked to alternate periods of intense pounding with more leisurely interludes of massage. He also liked to try different positions. While he could really pound me when I was on my back, he loved to slip in from the rear. This was perfect for a long fuck. It was stimulating enough to stay hard, but not so stimulating to cause a climax. I could catch my breath in these interludes. He had lube available, but he didn't need much. He seemed to be mostly self-lubricating.
It was all intense and I got tired. That was good too. As I got tired, I relaxed and he could get deeper into my ass. Here I was in my mid-fifties, and he was fucking virgin areas in my ass. Eventually, I could do nothing but respond to his cock.
My late partner was a master fucker and a considerate one too, but we never had what I would call a leisurely session. Freddy was never rough or crude, but I always knew I was being fucked. His urge to fuck was closely followed by an urge to climax. We never made it longer than a half hour. Ed liked being in my ass, but we could actually talk some times as he slowly massaged my rectum. There seemed to be a disconnect between his desire to fuck and a need to climax. He took his time.
"I like quality time in an ass," he explained. "The destination is nice, but the trip is fun too." As he spoke, he used his cock to punctuate his comment. He rammed me hard when he said the world destination, but then he rubbed my prostate gently when he said massage.
"Do you lose control once and a while?" I asked.
Sometimes," he admitted. "Usually my playmate is the one who loses it first. I like to play," he added. As before, he made a deeper thrust when he said play. "Why don't you roll on your side; I like to go in from the rear again. It was good that way too.
"You're good at this," I said. "Do you get much practice?"
"I love a long, leisurely fuck, but it's hard to find someone who likes it as much as you do," he said. "I'm bigger than most. Some guys don't enjoy it that much as you do."
"You can tell I like it?"
"Well, let's just say I could tell the welcome mat was out!" Ed said. "You have good muscle tone too. Your ass is nice and firm." I squeezed my sphincter. "That's it baby. Milk that cock!" I did everything I was told.
Sex with Freddy was always exciting, but tense. His cock was at the limit of what I could take. It was shock to my system the first time he entered me. A little anxiety remained every time he fucked me. It was always an event. Freddy was never rough, but his cock was what he cock was. I'm pretty sure I had a deeper relationship with his cock than anyone else did. Anyone who saw it was impressed. There is a big difference between being impressed and taking it in the ass.
For some men it was a challenge and an ordeal. It was a challenge for me, but never and ordeal. I craved it. Freddy bottomed too, I topped him, but every time we connected eventually, his cock ended up deep in my ass.
Ed was different. He was at ease fucking and enjoyed it as a pleasant way to spend a night or an afternoon. You could say Freddy was a sprinter; Ed ran marathons. Ed was completely relaxed as he fucked. The complete relaxation definitely did not include his cock. If it began to soften, I could squeeze my ass and it would perk up.
I had noticed Ed seemed to punctuate his conversation with his cock, underlining comments with a thrust of jiggle. I soon discovered I could send his messages with my sphincter. If I squeezed my ass, he would pick up the pace. If I tightened and grabbed his organ, he would have a little tug-of-war. Of course, he won every battle, but that was good for me too. If I shifted my legs, he would push deeper.
We reached some passionate high points, but the passionate low points were good for me. When I left the house the next morning we had connected for the first time since Freddy died.