Best Sex Ever 9 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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Most of the time the church was quiet and peaceful. It was always best when Debora, my wife took off to visit he parents for a two months in the summer. They had a camp on a small lake in the Adirondacks. Most of my church took the summer off too, so there was little to do and no real problems. There were several weddings, and of course, funerals but it was nice otherwise.
This summer the only drama was a Hallowell wedding. Mrs. Sylvia Hollowell was an heiress who had married beneath her station and demanded continual attention. She had one virtue, she gave generously to the church. She seemed to understand that only by giving generously would anyone tolerate her bad temper. Her daughter was demanding too, but not irrational.
Silvia separated from her husband years ago. He lived in another state. She said she didn't believe in divorce. She also didn't believe in treating anyone well or fairly. I was the one exception. She was always careful around me. I had preached at her parents' funerals, and she seemed to think I could get her into heaven. I had given a stunningly untruthful eulogy at her mother's funeral, and Sylvia appreciated that. She drove the organist, sextant and the remainder of the staff crazy as I purported to work on my sermons.
Little Sylvia, her daughter, had invited her father to the wedding. I didn't know if that was an expression of daughterly love, or just a way to get back at her mother. Sidney Hollowell was truck driver. The suspicion in town was that Sylvia married him to get back at her father for something. No one knew what that something had been. Sydney had left twenty years earlier and no one knew what he had been doing.
For some reason, Little Sylvia had given him the wrong date and he came to town three days too early. He appeared at the church expecting to find his daughter. She was in New York having a bachelorette party. He drove an old Ford pickup, and looked the worse for wear.
Johnny White, the sextant brought him over to me. Sydney had been in a severe automobile accident a year earlier and had not fully recovered. He seemed polite and pleasant, but I sensed renting a hotel room for four days was a problem for him.
I asked him to stay in the spare bedroom at the rectory. He was grateful. I took him to the room. He got on the bed and promptly fell asleep. Johnny and I decided we would keep his arrival quiet until Little Sylvia returned. Little Sylvia seemed to be able to control her mother's temper better than anyone else.
Sydney slept for four hours. The man had looked tired, but I wondered about his health. When he woke up, he came to see me and apologized.
"I had no idea I was so tired," he said. "I haven't done much since I got out of the hospital." That had been a month earlier. It was a warm summer day. He asked if he could wear shorts. Of course, I said sure. "I have some bad scars," he said. "They are kind of gross."
"My wife is away and I don't care," I said. Sydney went to his room and returned in Bermuda shorts and a Hawaiian style shirt. It looked to me that he had come close to having his legs amputated. But he looked better informally dressed. He had obviously lost a lot of weight and his suit just hung on him. The shirt made him look like an older Tom Selleck. He had broad shoulders and a barrel chest.
I made dinner and we sat on the back porch talking. He wanted to know more about his daughter. I told him what I knew. She had spent much of her time in private schools. The organist, Wally, lived next door. He came by and filled him in on all the gossip. I play my cards close to the chest. Wally tended to be frank, and I think Sydney appreciated that.
Wally asked if Sydney was getting any therapy for his injuries. Sydney said no, he had a bare bones insurance policy and he was lucky to get out of the hospital without losing his house.
"Well, why don't we adjourn to my house. I have a hot tub with a whirlpool. Let's see if that helps," Wally said. Wally had a serious back problem and a member of the choir had given him a used tub. Wally said it worked wonders.
I'm not sure Sydney wanted to go, but Wally wasn't good about taking no for an answer. We went next door. Wally lived in a 1920s bungalow in the middle of a Japanese garden of his own design. The garden was surrounded by a stockade fence and was private. I knew that he skinny dipped most of the time.
The garden impressed Sydney. Wally turned on the tub. "I have some extra trunks if you need them," he said. "I usually jump in au natural. We're all boys here." He promptly stripped and jumped in the tub. I followed suit and Sydney joined us. Wally helped him get into the water. Sydney wasn't that stable.
Sydney had looked bad in his suit, better in shorts and still better naked. There were some spectacular scars, but one part of his anatomy had been untouched by the accident, his horse cock. As a minister, I don't run into naked men often, and I never thought of myself as being particularly sexual. I remembered several of the older women in the church asking, "What did Sylvia see in that man?" Now I knew.
Wally's back problem had given him a good understanding of therapy and he was helpful and knowledgeable. Wally was a big man and he had no problem helping Sydney. I don't think Sydney had any desire to try the whirlpool, but the water worked its magic. It was getting dark, but you could sense him relaxing.
Of course, Wally was gay, but he never mixed business with pleasure. I knew he had a sex life, but none of my church's worst busybodies ever discovered where it took place or with whom he was involved. There was nothing to confirm their suspicions. Wally was a superb musician and had a knack for getting the best out of his choir. It thrived and the choir was intensely loyal to him. The busybodies were out matched by the choir. Wally was also much better hung that I would have thought.
After an hour or more, we got out of the tub and went home. Wally came with us, just in case Sidney had a problem. The water had an effect and he was moving much better on the return trip. He went to the guest room and I went to bed.
When I woke up the next morning, Sydney was up and had made coffee. He also made breakfast. He was use to living alone and talking care of himself. I tended to let my wife do domestic chores. She was a good, if grumpy cook. Wally came by and joined us. The church office opened at 10:00 in the summer, so I went in. Wally took Sydney back to the whirlpool. Sydney was eager to go this time. The water had been good for him.
My secretary, Ellen, was atwitter with gossip. Sylvia had gone off to New York. The bachelorette party had become wild and somehow the police were involved. She wouldn't be back until the next day. Ellen was overjoyed. A day without Sylvia was a vacation day as far as she was concerned. I found a long message on my answering machine from Sylvia. It was incoherent, but I made out the words "posting bail" and "hospital." I didn't tell Ellen about Sydney. Ellen was a good woman, but she only told her closest and dearest friends of any hot gossip. I think she had two or three hundred close friends. The office closed at noon, so I went home.
Sydney wasn't at my house so I walked over to Wally's house. They were in the whirlpool. They were talking and laughing. Wally asked me to join them. Wally's garden was secluded, so I jumped in. Sydney said the water was almost magical and he felt as if he could move again. After a few minutes, Wally sat on the edge of the pool to cool down.
Wally wasn't exactly erect, but he wasn't relaxed either. Sydney joined his a little later. His cock was in the same state as Wally's member. He was big anyway and being semi erect made his cock monumental. I'm afraid I stared. Sydney didn't seem to mind. Wally seemed to love it.
"You men seem to be getting along well," I said.
"Most of my friends are musical," Wally said. "Once Sydney relaxed we found other interests."
"I hope you weren't shocked at Wally's openness," I said.
"You may not know this, but truck drivers are often open to opportunities to break up the monotony of the road," Sydney said. "Nothing has shocked me in the last 30 years. It all good for me." He slipped back into the water. I sat on the edge. The water wasn't terribly hot, but I didn't want to overdo it.
I hadn't realized it, but I was close to being hard too. Neither man commented. I realized there was no need to say anything. Naked men can't hide sexual excitement. It was time for lunch. Wally had to go to the church to practice for the wedding. Wally was a good organist and I didn't think that was necessary, but Wally was a perfectionist. He wanted things right.
I found some cold cuts in the refrigerator, but Sydney made the sandwiches. They were good. I tend to be minimalist in all things culinary. Sydney had a knack for making things taste good.
I told him about the "post bail" call for Sylvia. Sydney laughed."You may have noticed she has a tendency to be controlling," he said. I was my time to laugh.
A little later, he asked me if Wally was a pal. "I hope I'm not trespassing."
"Oh no," I said. "We are friends and we work together well. There is nothing intimate between us."
"Well there is nothing intimate between Wally and me either," Sydney said. "I hope you don't think I'm superficial, but I'm not looking for love. I like to have some fun and take the edge off. I don't promise anything, but I give as much as I take."
"You keep score?" I asked.
He smiled. "Not really, I have an informal system. I don't like to use men for sex. I think of it more as pooling our resources. I had something to give, so did Wally. Why not share? After Sylvia, I've kept away from women. Once was enough. Men have fewer strings attached."
"It's hard for me to think of sex as just fun," I said.
"You must not be doing it right," he replied.
"I hate to say it, but you might be right," I said. "I tend to worry I'm not doing things right. My wife never liked it much. She thought it was demeaning. I think that may be why she married a minister."
"You need an attitude adjustment. Can you ever let yourself go and just go at it like dogs in heat?" Sydney asked. "You can't have good sex when you are trying to be proper. The hotter and messier it gets, the better it is!"
"You sound very certain about that," I said.
"Well, I know it works for me," he said. "I've known some guys who are looking for true love. I'm usually looking for some fun. I don't get disappointed often. Strangely, I've also found some good friends that way. Fun can turn into friendship pretty easily. Relationships can grow."
He was beginning to look tired, so he went to the bedroom to take a nap. I had a series of calls from the florists and caterers. With Sylvia gone, they were a bit lost. Sylvia never let anyone make a decision without her guidance. Since the rehearsal dinner was the next day and no one could get in touch with her, they were lost. I told them to do what they thought was right, and blame it on me.
It was a warm, lazy summer day and I dozed off. I had a strange dream. Sydney was back with Sylvia and they were ready to jump in bed when I walked into the room. Sylvia melted like the Wicked Witch of the West and Sydney looked disappointed.
I jauntily said that I would love to help him out and I jumped into bed with him. I sucked him as he sucked me and we turned into some sort of an animal that could fuck itself. I woke up. I was disconcerted. It hadn't been my normal dream.
I had a call from Ellen. The church phone rolled over to her when no was at the office. Some of the wedding guests were calling for information. I had a bleep on call waiting, it was Sylvia. I told Ellen I would call her back.
Sylvia was in a state. One of the bridesmaids had taken an overdose. She was in the hospital. Sylvia had tried to contact the girls family, but they were away in Spain. She finally got in touch and the family was on the way back. It would be midnight before they got there. "What should I do? The wedding rehearsal dinner is tomorrow! I don't think I should leave the girl alone. The situation is iffy. They are not sure she will make it. Little Sylvia is in a state too."
"What would you want if it was Little Sylvia in the hospital alone without you?" I asked. "Would you want someone to be with her?"
"What about the wedding?" she whined.
"Tell yourself everything is perfect and will be perfect," I said. "Nothing at the wedding is important compared to the needs of the sick girl. All is well here."
There was a long pause.
"You are right," she said. "I will be back when I can get back. Tell everyone to carry on."
I called Ellen and told her about the conversation. She didn't believe it, but she now knew what to say on the phone. I called Wally and told him about the call. Wally was naturally prone to take charge. He would be at the church for decorating the next day. He asked Sydney and me over for dinner. I had a feeling dinner wasn't foremost on his mind.
We arrived at his house just as a terrific lightening storm hit. The lights went out, but Wally was barbequing on his porch. It felt like a night in the tropics, hot, steamy and humid. The food smelled great. Wally liked fine wines and that added to the relaxed atmosphere.
I associated sex with tension and unease. Debora was never comfortable. It was a part of a wife's duty, not a pleasure for her. Once we had children she had done her duty. Debora wasn't a bad woman. She was a very good minister's wife and he helped me a lot that way. She was a good mother and the kids were great, but she wasn't cheerful by her nature.
I knew dinner with Wally and Sydney was moving towards a sexual interlude, but for some reason I wasn't uneasy. It seemed as if sex with them was as natural as not having sex with my wife was natural to her.
The storm passed and the electricity came on again. We went to the hot tub. It hadn't cooled off that much and it was comfortable. After a while, Sydney and Wally sat on the edge of the tub to cool off. Wally had his arm around Sydney. I slipped across the tub and licked their cocks. Suddenly the atmosphere lightened. It was like at a horse race. When you hear the starting shot, tense anticipation turned into excitement.
Three naked men can't pretend they aren't interested. Sydney was uncut and his foreskin was filled with precum. When my tongue touched Wally's member it twitched. It just twitched once, but it spurted a single glob of creamy stuff.
I became very excited. I was use to having Debora jump away when I touched her. I was excited to have Wally react to me. My wife tended to lie like a log in the bed. Sydney and Wally were responsive. More correctly, their cocks were responsive. I knew genitals were supposed to respond to sexual stimulus, but I had little experience of that. I thought it was either over-rated, or I was doing it wrong.
After ten minutes of sucking Sydney and Wally, I knew I was doing things right. We got out of the water and went to Wally's bedroom. Sydney sucked me with enthusiasm and enjoyment. That was good too. I wasn't use to have anyone want to have sex with me.
We all had a good time. Much to my surprise I liked it when Sydney shot off in my mouth. He took my load and I really didn't know anything could feel that good. The rain had stopped and it was getting late. Sydney and I returned to my house. The next day would be busy with the reunion with his daughter and the rehearsal dinner.
The bridal party returned and Sylvia had mellowed. It turned out the problem wasn't an overdose, it was a sever allergenic reaction to shellfish. The sick girl's parents were with her and Sylvia had done a good deed. She did not get involved in the wedding details. Apparently the near death experience with the bride's maid made the details of a the dinner seen insignificant.
Sydney went to meet his daughter and the groom. That went well too. Little Sylvia was to be given away by a favorite uncle. The uncle politely asked if Sydney wanted the honor. Sydney declined. Silvia had grown up with the uncle. Everything was polite and easy. The uncle made sure Sydney was included in conversations. The rehearsal was at four. Since the Silvia and the bridal party were exhausted by the events in New Your, the rehearsal dinner was nice but without speeches and much drinking. Everyone wanted a good night's sleep. That was good for me too.
I took Sydney home by 9:00. He was asleep by 9:30. I had a call from Debora who wanted the details. I think she was disappointed things had turned out so well. Silvia wasn't her favorite person. The wedding was at 1:00 in the afternoon so the morning was free. I woke up early and found Sydney sitting on the back porch watching the dawn. He asked if I'd like to join him in bed. Of course I agreed. I admit I didn't know what to do, I was afraid I'd go too far an offend him.
I didn't need to worry about that at all. Sydney was experienced and he had a plan. I soon realized that he wanted to go a lot farther than I had experienced, but that didn't bother me. I was so pleased to be wanted by another human being, I was willing.
Sydney was both directed, forceful and gentle. He seemed to know when I was ready. He sucked me as he worked a finger into my ass. I don't think I realized the prostate was a sex organ. Sydney knew about it and he gave it a work out. I flew to the moon and back several times. It was unbelievable.
I knew he wanted to fuck me. I wasn't too enthusiastic about that, but I knew I wasn't going to fight it. I was so excited that some one wanted to have sex with me, I didn't want to ruin it.
Sydney indeed wanted to get in my ass, but he didn't want to ruin it either. He was well endowed, but experienced and he knew how to work his oversized organ into virgin ass. He had started by fingering my ass and massaging my prostate again. I was still floating on a sexual cloud when he got up and relocated.
I wasn't able to focus on anything went he sat on my cock. It slid into his ass like a hot knife through butter. It was all soft, tender and squishy inside until he tightened his sphincter and grabbed my cock. It sounds stupid, but I didn't expect a truck diver's ass to be tender. He then massaged my cock with his sphincter. It took me a little while to realize what was happening, and then a little longer to get into it. Sydney just bounced on my cock. I soon felt my juices rising.
"I'm going to cum!" I cried. Sydney just smiled. He was fine with it. He kept on doing a little hula dance with his hips, stimulating my already stimulated cock. I wanted to hold back, but that wasn't possible. As my genitals let loose the rest of my body relaxed. The orgasm spread from my cock to the rest of my body. It was as if I was having a total body orgasm.
I quickly glanced at Sydney. He was smiling. Every time I shot off an ejaculation, he noticed and gave and squeezed his ass in approval. It didn't last forever, but it felt like it did.
"I've never had a preacher's man scum in me before," he said.
"How is it?"
"It's wonderful," he said. I looked at him, his cock was fully erect and oozing.
"You want to fuck me now, don't you?"
"Of course I do," Sydney said.
"I've never been fucked before," I said. "Your cock is big, but it's beautiful. I want it." Sydney didn't say anything. He knew what to too. It looked so big it seemed impossible it would fit in me. He continued to toy with my ass, fingering my hole and working my prostate.
He then eased his knob into my hole. As my ass enveloped his cock head, I realized that wasn't enough. I wanted it to massage my prostate. Perhaps ten minutes later he was in deep. Somehow it seemed right. Having a man's oozing cock shoved up my ass seemed natural. It was meant to be that way.
He pulled out and reentered many times. He was looking for the perfect play. As far as I could tell, every place was perfect. I felt a little like a child who had found a new toy.
Wally came by and joined us. He filled my hole when Sydney pulled out and later I filled his, as Sydney fucked me. I shot off in Wally's ass as Sydney's cock worked it magic in my ass.my contracting ass must have pushed Sydney over the edge. I could feel each of his ejaculations.
We pulled apart and Wally slipped into my semen filled ass. He shot off quickly. I don't know if it was my ass or Sydney's cream that excited him.
Later that day I discovered that having the father of the bride's sperm in my ass seemed to make the wedding ceremony special for me. The groom was a handsom, good man and I could see that Little Sylvia loved him. I hoped they would spend the night screwing like rabbits.