Best Sex Ever 6 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, any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com
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Tony
I am Tom Smith an assistant coach at Central Baptist University in eastern North Carolina. No one knew what or where the school was until my boss, Johnny Mellon, began to build up the football program and he began to win. We had a few wealthy alumni who were into football and Central Baptist began to grow.
The focus of the school was originally seminary education, but it developed a school of education and business school too. The seminary was the only professional school; we didn't have law, medicine or engineering. The sciences weren't strong, since the school required strict adherence to Baptist principals as defined by the board of trustees. We were a private school with high tuition and popular with parents who wanted to keep their children safe.
For a long while, I was a bachelor, but that was a problem and I married Ellen, the coach of the Women's Gymnastics team. She had the same problem I did. Once we were married, all was well. She had her friends; I had mine. The word was that I had a medical problem that prevented us having children.
As marriages of convenience go, it was a success. We were friends who shared many of the same interests. I am a good cook and she was a great gardener. We had a happy life. We both had the same tastes, I like young muscular men; she liked athletic women. For both of us it was inconceivable that we would act on our tastes sexually.
We knew it was wrong to switch from our roles as a coach to being a sexual partner. It seemed like a betrayal of trust. I also found out, that if our sexual tastes became known, some of our athletes might use it to his or her advantage. Ellen had a colleague who had several underperforming team members. They had an intimate relationship with the coach. She kept them on the team. The coach had to leave and moved elsewhere. Ellen avoided intimate relationships and her teams won. A winning team is important for a coach. Most of the time, a winning team is essential for job security.
I did have a few friends with benefits, but I had to be discrete about that. One was with a high school coach, Warren, and another was with a Biology Professor, Louis. We had to be careful about that. Neither man was particular adventurous and neither was willing to take risks. We lived in a conservative area and no one was understanding.
I had been at Central Baptist for almost 30 years, when the football program collapsed. Our wealthy alumni had been slipping prospective students cash to attend the school. The NCAA found out and they put us on probation. The Coach resigned and I retired. I had nothing what so ever to do with the scandal, but the administration thought a clean sweep was needed.
Ellen went home to take care of her elderly parents. They were in bad health. We didn't divorce, but I knew she was not coming back. She had found a childhood friend in her home town and they fell in love.
I understood and was happy for her, but it all was a shock. We had been frugal and finances weren't a problem, but my life was completely disarranged. I had thought a safe, conventional life taking no risks would protect me against that sort of thing. I had no hobbies, and most of my friends at the University didn't want to be associated with anyone in the football program.
I am not subject to depression, but if I had been, I would have been depressed. I was lonely, and worked on Ellen's garden.
I lived on the edge of town in the pinewoods. My only neighbor was Salvatore DeCento and his wife Julia. They were from Brooklyn and had a big family. We got along well, but as Baptist from the South, I didn't know how to deal with New York Catholics. Ethnic diversity wasn't a characteristic of Central Baptist. They were a nice family; we were cordial but never close.
Salvatore and Julia were quite a bit older than I am. One of their sons, Sal Jr. moved back to take care of them. He was their youngest son and I think he was about 26 or 24. I had always seen Salvatore's children and a group of active kids and I didn't know them individually.
One morning I saw the rescue squad at the house. I went over to see if I could help. Julia had suffered a bad fall and something was broken. Sal went with his mother to the hospital. Sal asked if I could stay with Salvatore until he came back. Salvatore was agitated and frightened. I calmed him down and made breakfast for him. They had one of those marriages where his wife did all the cooking. He was at a loss in the kitchen.
Salvatore was terrified of falls, since that often marked the beginning of the end for the elderly. As a coach, I had a lot of experience with broken legs and I was able to reassure him. His other children began to call. Every time one called, he became excited again, so I told him to lie down and rest. Salvatore had bad color and I was uneasy. I wanted him to calm down.
When he began to gasp for breath, I called the rescue squad and told them there was a possible heart attack. The rescue squad reappeared in record time and Salvatore was off to the hospital. I could tell from the urgency of their response that they suspected a heart attack too.
I was alone in their house. I didn't think I should leave the house empty, so I stayed and answered the phone. A few hours later, I knew the entire family much better. I vaguely knew the kids, but there were brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, cousins, nephews and friends from the block in Brooklyn who called. All were excitable and concerned.
Calm is my strong suit. I made many calls home telling parents their son and a broken ankle or a dislocated shoulder. My worst calls were from the parents of boys who were cut from the team. I could calm them down. At three in the afternoon, Salvatore's oldest daughter arrived and took over phone duty. I went home. By nine that night, most of the clan had gathered. Salvatore had indeed had a heart attack.
Sal called me at ten and asked if I could take any of his family, they needed more beds. I let an older uncle and Aunt take my bedroom and two nieces took my guest bedroom.
I had an exercise room in the basement with a shower. It became sort of a boy's dorm. I had an old couch there, and some mats. Sal and two cousins joined me in the basement. I said I would sleep on the floor, but Sal wouldn't let me do that. It was getting late and we all went to bed.
I tend to wake up early, so at five I got up and went to the bathroom. I found Sal and a cousin in the shower, obviously enjoying each other. They didn't see me so I watched a little while. I was wearing only my Jockeys. All my clothes were in the bedroom with the uncle and the aunt. I slipped off my Jockeys and joined them. They looked shocked, but I was close to being fully erect after watching them go at it. They got the lay of the land quickly.
The cousin, Johnny, dropped to his knees and started sucking me. Sal came closer to us. "What if the other guy wakes up?" I asked him.
"Don't worry; he's a member of the club." Sal replied. "Actually he's the newest member of the club and he's really into it." A few minutes later, the second cousin, Frankie, joined us. We had a wild twenty minutes or so, and then dressed. Sal went off to the hospital and I waited until my guests woke up and made breakfast for them.
Everyone was pleasant and nice. Salvatore and Julia were the first members of their generation to get sick, so it was a shock to them. After breakfast, they left for the hospital. I went to make the beds, but they had done that. Sal called me at ten. His mother had a broken ankle and hip. His father had a major heart attack he needed a bypass operation that afternoon. He said his family would get hotel rooms.
I told him it was no problem for me to have them in the house. My house was much closer to the hospital than any of the better motels. Sal said they would stay at the Royal Motel. I knew the Royal. It had more roaches than guests and was usually rented by the hour. I insisted they stay with me. Sal agreed.
A little later Frankie came by with another relative, Tommy. They had to pick up some things for various members of the family and to recharge cell phones. Tommy was older than Frankie and Sal, I guessed he was pushing 40. I had surge protectors strips and my basement became the recharging center.
I asked how things were going at the hospital. "Well, there is a serious case of waiting room overload. Of course no one other than Sal's kids can see him," Tommy said. "Aunt Julia is a rock, but she's on heavy duty pain killers and is out of it."
"It's a zoo. You may have noticed no one in the family can shut up. The doctors are talking with Sal, Danny and Maria. They tell the rest of the hoard." I remembered Danny was the oldest boy. One son was in Afghanistan and they couldn't find another who was on vacation. One of the daughters was expecting and overdue, She couldn't get there.
"Frankie told me you guys had a good time this morning," he said. "We're old pals and playmates. He told me you are well hung."
"You boys seem to be really open-minded," I said.
"My folks were worried about getting a girl in trouble," Tommy said. "So far none of the boys got pregnant!"
"Are you all into it?"
"Hell no, you've met the group who likes it, except for Uncle Tony," Tommy said. "He not here, but he may come later."
"Did he recruit you into this group?" I asked.
"Not at all, I recruited him," Tommy said. "He was uneasy about it; I wasn't. It took him a while to get into it, but it's good now." He paused. "We're just sitting here watching the cell phones charge. Do you want to get naked and play?" Frankie must have been listening from another room. He was naked and semi-hard when he joined us.
I wasn't too sure about it, but it seemed rude to say no, especially with Frankie naked. I locked the doors and we went to the exercise room in the basement.
The morning's events had been intense but silent, since Frankie, Johnny and Sal had their uncle and aunt asleep above us. Apparently, my cock had caused a stir and considerable admiration. As a good Southern Baptist boy, I thought of it as a drain more than as a joystick. I was modest in the shower rooms and never ever played.
Frankie and Tommy weren't small, but mine was somewhat longer and a lot thicker than theirs was. They seemed to like that. We got on the floor and linked up, cock to mouth. I was sucking Tommy. My local pals tended to ooze only just before the orgasm. Tommy was leaking like a faucet. Not only did it taste great, it seemed to excite me.
Eventually he straddled my face as I milked him. Frankie was working on my cock to great effect. Frankie shifted away. I assumed he was tired. Tommy's ooze flow increased so I was happy anyway. I wasn't paying much attention to anything other than Tommy's cock when Frankie sat on mine.
I didn't know what was going on until Frankie had fully impaled himself. I had never fucked a soul before and it took me an entire one or two seconds to realize how good it was. Tommy moved and I could see Frankie and his incredible hard cock skewered on my cock. Frankie was still for a little while, and then he started to undulate his hips. It looked a bit like a hula dance. The sensations were wonderful and soon got even better.
"Did you have any trouble taking it?" Tommy asked Frankie.
"I was smooth as silk. It's really filling, but good,' Frankie replied. He continued his dance, and then his cock exploded Roman candle style. I could feel his ass quivering as he ejaculated. I don't think I had felt anything that good in my life before.
Frankie got off and Tommy got on his hands and knees. "Can you do me Doggy style?" he asked. I had never done it before, but I figured I would try it. I was incredibly hard. Frankie coated my cock in lubricant, and I eased it into Tommy's behind. There was a little resistance, but I am a big man and getting in wasn't a problem.
I took my time. Tommy asked me to stop and slow up a few times, but soon he would beg me to go deeper. Once I was in, I took deep strokes. These drove him and me crazy. I was close to shooting but somehow Tommy and I had a solid half hour of fun.
I enjoyed jerking off and sucking, but I had no idea fucking would be so good. Both men were receptive and Tommy and Frankie were both excited when I shot off. I didn't realized I was going to cum,
I don't know what I thought fucking would be like. I think I thought it was like a blowjob. I didn't expect the warm intimacy of Tommy's ass. I liked to suck, as did my pals. They always insisted that I warn them when I was close. We were all deep in the closet and I must admit speed and silence were desirable characteristics. A few times, I didn't pull away when they warned me. At first that was due to my own slow reaction time. I was shocked it happened.
Much to my surprise, my reaction times continued to be slow and I tasted both of my pals' man cream. The sudden flood of warm semen in my mouth excited me. My pals liked it too. Warren conceded that it was a good way to keep things neat. At first, I pulled away after the first few spurts. Eventually I began to take it all and continued to suck until I had suctioned the last drops of sperm from my pals' balls. They never took mine, but we were all satisfied.
I had assumed sexual pleasure was directly related to my cock. I sucked my pals out of a sense of fair play. If they did me, I would do them. I discovered I enjoyed sucking, and tasting the quivering results of my pals' orgasms.
Now, I felt the thrill of my cock in the tight confines of an ass. That was good, but I didn't expect the excitement my playmates felt. Frankie impaled himself on my cock and did a fancy dance. He wanted my cock to touch every nook and cranny of his ass. He clenched my cock with his sphincter as he wiggled and undulated his hips.
Frankie was a young man with a slightly effeminate air about him. In contrast, Tommy was a muscular, gorilla of a man, super macho. I didn't think he would enjoy it as much as he did. Once I was in him seemed that every movement, every thrust of my organ caused a strong reaction. He shivered, quivered and moaned as my cock worked its magic.
As I continued fucking him, my cock became increasingly sensitive. I could sense his ass responding. It was as if it was shrink wrapped to my member. It seemed to cling to my cock and mold itself to my organ as I thrust. I was shocked at the intimacy of our connection. I thought I would need additional lubricant, but I seemed to produce enough to make it easy for Tommy.
I knew my cock tended to ooze when I became excited and sometimes made an embarrassing spot on my pants. I thought it was a nuisance. In this situation, it was a positive asset.
The cell phones had recharged by then. Frankie and Tommy returned to the hospital. I needed to rest. Sal called me at 6:00. The operation was over and all had gone well. There was nothing more to do except to wait. The whole crew was at the hospital, but cooler heads prevailed. The hospital asked that they designate an official contact with the family. Sal's aunt was a nurse and she took that role. Two or three family members stayed with her, the rest went home.
Most went off to have dinner. Sal knew of a good Italian restaurant. I had a full house that night but another cousin stayed over. He was not with the program, so we all had a quiet night.
The next day the news from this hospital was good. Salvatore was doing well, and the emergency seemed to have passed. The family had calmed down. It was clear the Sal and Julia would need additional long-term care. There was no way for a wheel chair to get in the house, so some renovations were necessary. Some family members went home and would come back later to help when they returned from the hospital.
Two nights later Sal returned with a bottle of wine and his Uncle Tony. Frankie and Tommy had mentioned him before. Sal thanked me for helping with his family. They were a big a close family and it was rare that they needed an outsider to help. They appreciated my stepping up to the plate. Uncle Tony was about my age, or perhaps a bit younger. He was definitely from the hairy as a gorilla side of the family.
We drank a few glasses of the wine and talked. My expertise with broken bones was useful to them. Tony was Julia's youngest brother.
I have never made a pass at a man, but I had a strong feeling Tony and I would hit it off. Oddly, I knew that Tony was interested too. I had a suspicion Sal was playing cupid. Sal mentioned I had a well-equipped exercise room in the basement. He also mentioned I had a full size shower room too.
Tony looked me in the eye. "I guess Sal has told you that we use to have some fun?" he said.
"I assume Sal told you I had some fun with Frankie and Tommy?" I said.
"I'm not too old for you?" he asked.
"Let's go to the exercise room," I suggested. No one objected. I was expecting a little conversation, but Tony just stripped. Sal and I followed his lead.
Tony took a quick look at my cock. "Damn you have a nice one!" he exclaimed. "I'm not the kind of guy who needs a box of candy and a bouquet of roses to get horny. I like sex more than I like foreplay."
"That's fine with me," I replied. Tony was naked by then. I dropped to my knees and sucked his organ into my mouth. Tony was uncut and had a lot more skin than he needed to sheath his knob. As I sucked it in, I discovered he had been storing up pre-cum. His rich man brew filled the inside of his cock wrapper.
I sucked the skin into my mouth as I forced my tongue into the juicy void. It was as if every characteristic of a man was distilled into the rich brew. I had barely begun to savor the taste, when his cock grew to meet my tongue. His knob was big and oversized, and his cum-slit wide. A second later freshly oozed man scum replaced the slightly fermented taste of the older juices. It was the taste of pure sex.
A few minutes later, we were on the floor. Tony was at my cock as Sal and I made out. "Do you bottom?" Sal whispered.
"I've never done it," I said.
"Uncle Tony likes to top," Sal said.
"I'd do it for him," I replied. A second earlier, I did not intend to do it, but I suddenly wanted him in me.
Tony wasn't a delicate fucker, but he wasn't crude. Sal ate out my ass and then Tony went for it. He was businesslike until he was halfway in. I didn't know what to expect, but once his oversized knob rubbed my prostate, I was his. I had a hard time sorting out the emotions and sexual intensity. It took a little while for me to realized, that while he had me, I had him. His cock belonged in my ass, and we both knew it.