The Blue-Ribbon Band 5 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
My band was doing well. Mr. Jones had trained them well, and since Mr. Jones had trained me, we continued as before. One of the band member's father, Mr. Walcott came to see me about a new routine he had developed for the band. Much to my surprise it was clever and well within the band's capabilities.
We rehearsed it for a month and gave the first performance at the Thanksgiving game. This was the big game on Saturday with our biggest rival. The rival football team lost by one touchdown in the last seconds of the game. The new routine was a total success. We ended by playing the winning school's song. It turned what could have been a depressing outcome into a festival of good sportsmanship.
My University delayed the reopening until the next fall semester. Temporary heat was adequate to keep the buildings to about fifty degrees. You could wear parkas to classes, but the dormitory's showers and toilets were not usable.
I was sent to the statewide Band Leaders convention in the state capital. I remembered my adventures at the band competition three years earlier and wondered if I would get lucky. I was younger than anyone else there, but as the Tuba Guy, I was sort of famous. I wasn't expecting any sexual interludes, but I knew I wouldn't go out of the way avoiding sex.
I was asked to speak at one of the lunches. I ended up doing a demonstration of Rude Tuba Noises. I have no comic skills, but I can make a tuba into a star. The demonstration was fifteen minutes long and a success. Tubas can lose their sparkle if overused. Everyone at the convention knew me after the performance.
I met a guy named Sterling Thompson after the talk. He was a good looking fifty-year-old man, he told me we shared a common friend, Davis Carter. Davis had introduced me to the finer aspects of gay sex.
"Davis told me I might like you." Sterling said. He told me he had been a music teacher, but he mostly spent his time spending his inheritance.
"I'm having a little get together after the opening speech tonight, I live in an apartment a block away. I would love to get to know you better. Davis said you were impressive." I must have looked unsure. He leaned closer to me, and whispered, "I am sure you would get along with my guests. They are all, tried, true and if that is important to you, tested." The party started at 10:00. I said I would try to get there,
The keynote speaker cancelled. He had fallen and broken his leg. I had the night free. Sterling sent me a text message saying the party was rescheduled at 9:00. I called home and talked to my parents. They suggested that I call my Uncle Tom and Aunt Ellen. Uncle Tom was fifteen years older than dad. He was a workaholic, the Senior Vice President of a bank. I remembered they always sent presents to me at Christmas, but I rarely saw them.
I called and Aunt Ellen seemed overjoyed to hear from me. She asked me over for dinner. I said yes but told her I was going to a party later. I took a taxi to their house. Uncle Tom looked old, and frail, but he seemed glad to see me. He had retired from the bank and I could tell he wasn't in good health. Aunt Ellen was almost bubbly. He had been an artist and taught art at a private school. She knew all about my role in uncovering the Williamson Collection.
Apparently, she and my Uncle had been following my career as the Tuba Guy and discoverer of art in considerable detail and they wanted to know all about it. Aunt Ellen knew a lot about art and understood the significance of the find. I also told them about college and the boiler problem. Uncle Tom was a detail man and he seemed to equate poor maintenance with being nearly sinful. We had a simple but nice dinner and talked. I found out there had been a problem between my parents and them. I asked what it was.
Uncle Tom looked at me strangely. "I'm not sure I remember anymore. I think we just stopped seeing each other and it turned into a habit," he said. We had a nice talk and then I had to leave. I went back to the hotel and took a quick shower before going to Sterling's party.
I found the apartment house. I was on the list of guests, so the doorman let me in. Stirling was on the 9th floor. Sterling lived in the penthouse, which occupied the entire top floor. I later found out he owned the building. Sterling greeted me at the door and introduced me to several of his friends. Jacob Rogers was a big, beefy sculptor. Ned Hudson was a tall, thin attorney. Doc Miller was a doctor. He was with Gussy, a nurse.
Jacob knew about the art discovery and conversation was easy. "There is an exercise room where we could play a little. Are you in the mood?" he asked. "I'm in the mood 24/7, so if I'm out of line just ignore me."
"Would it be rude to leave the other guests?" I asked.
"Shit, everyone is waiting for someone to shoot the starting pistol!" Jacob said. I went with him to another room. "Are you the shy type?" he asked. "This isn't a ladies team party. It gets a bit . . ."
"Rough?" I suggested.
"Would the words intimate and penetrating scare you?" he asked.
"Not if the word versatile is appropriate," I replied. He smiled. "How about sticky and spurting?" I added.
Jacob laughed and said, "I think you are going to have a good time."
Jacob was a well-equipped, hairy bear of a man, without a shy bone in his body. He was out-going and exuberant and genuinely versatile. Ten minutes later Sterling and the other guests joined us. Apparently, all were out going, over sexed and able to go from 0 to 60 miles per hour in a second or too. I was surprised with all the over the top sexuality in the room, no one seemed to go over the top. It was a sexual amusement park with no scary rides.
Jacob sucked my cock as if he were a five-year-old licking his first lollypop. I was sucking Gussy's impressive tool. Gussy had what should have been an annoying habit of giving instructions on what I should no next. When I did as he asked his cock released sweet and tasty precum that excited me.
Jacob raised my legs and nosed his thick cock into me. I had a strange sensation that his cock was a snowplow, clearing the way to give better access to my prostate and the depths of my body. Gussy rearranged himself so he could kiss Jacob as I sucked him.
After five minutes or so Jacob bent over me, "It's a bit too early to shoot off now, do you mind if I pull out and rest some. I'd love to cum in you later." I nodded and both Gussy, and Jacob pulled away. The sexual tension in my body drained away and I relaxed. I also felt empty. The cocks provided something I wanted and missed.
I wasn't empty for long. Doc Miller and Ned approached.
"Am I right in thinking you could use a rectal exam by a real Doctor?" Miller asked as he sat on a bench near me. "Why don't you take a seat on my cock so Ned can check out your cock juices?"
I smiled and said that was fine with me adding "No one has complained about my cock ooze so far." I sat on his cock. I hadn't noticed his cock before. I seemed much fatter and longer than I expected.
"I was joking with you some," Miller said. "I am trying to massage your ass and make you ooze more. Ned likes the ooze and the cream. You are nice and tight. Is my cock okay?"
"It's a bit tight," I said.
"Too tight?" he asked.
"I'm pretty sure I will get used to it," I answered.
"Remember Greg, everything Ned and I do to you, you can do to us," Miller said. Both he and Ned seemed skilled and had impressive stamina. Ned seemed to know when I was getting close, and he relaxed his sucking when I was on the edge. My prostate was merging with Miller's cock.
Stirling came by with a man I sort of recognized. "Greg, this is Coach Sean, he was the football coach of your worthy opponents of a few weeks ago. Sean, this is the Tuba Man."
Sean smiled. "You are the Tuba Man-treasure finder?" he asked.
"I am. I'm sorry I don't look my best in this position," I said.
"Let me assure you, it seems to me you couldn't look better," Sean said with a smile. "Is it possible to cut in, or get on your dance card for the next waltz?"
Ned pulled away. "I need a break. Greg seems to have impressive stamina," Ned said.
"Greg, are you okay if a guy you have never met fucks you?" Sean asked. "I'm not into true love, but I like to give a guy a good time." I nodded. Miller, Ned, and Stirling left us. I found out later that Sean wasn't into public fornication, so they gave him some space. Sean had a club cock, graceless but nine plus inches long. He went deeper than anyone else had gone.
"I like beefy guys who are over twenty. I never do anything with my team members or their fathers for obvious reasons. Damn you have a good ass!" he said. "I don't have too much control over shooting-off. I'll try pulling out when I pop, but I can't guarantee anything." He seemed apologetic about that.
"I'm okay with man seed," I said. Coach Sean and I bonded. I could fell him ejaculating, shooting spurt after spurt into me. It was wonderful. Sean pulled out, then Stirling straddled me and sat in my erect cock. my cock was ripe. As he bounced, I knew I couldn't hold back. It was beautiful. Stirling showed his appreciation by shooting-off too. I was surprised when Sean licked the quivering sperm off my gut. It turned out that Coach Sean and Stirling were really close.
Everyone needed a rest period now. We all had a drink and showered. Stirling had a stream room, and we went there. We were all mellow and relaxed. It was intensely sexual, even though there were no erections, you could sense the urges were just below the surface.
"I think we need to officially welcome Greg to our group. He is young, but when I met him, I had a feeling he would fit in," Sterling said.
"I did just happen to notice he was open to the possibilities," Dr. Miller said. The men laughed.
"Did it remind you of your first visit here?" Jacob asked.
"To tell you the truth, I knew that I loved cocks, but I had no idea where they might fit!" Doc Miller replied. "It was a bit touch and go for a while, but I discovered that an injection of sperm made it all good."
"As I recall, I gave you your first hands free orgasm just by pounding your prostate with my cock," Jacob said.
"Greg, Jacob has a thick, crude looking piece of meat, but I fell in love with it and his sperm," Miller said.
"I thought it was my sparkling personality," Jacob said in mock surprise.
"I admit you have a personality, but your cock is what sealed the deal," Miller said. "Greg, I assume you are new to the scene. Where are you on the cock verses personality question?"
"Well, since I just met you and hardly know your names, I'm afraid I have to vote for the cock," I said. "I have noticed that my ass has met a few really nice guys before we became friends."
"Does a sperm load make a difference?" Jacob asked.
"I don't want you guys to think I'm superficial, but a man who eats my load, seems to move to the top of the list pretty quickly," I said. "Sharing orgasms is a good sign." I was afraid I was too frank about my sexual feeling.
About ten minutes later I realized I had not been too frank. The men were more than willing to take advantage of me. It was just as good as I hoped. I had Ned on his hands and knees with my cock exploring his ass when Jacob eased his cock into my ass. It seemed as if his cock had grown since earlier, but my ass seemed to have been stretched. His cock slid into me as my cock went deep in Ned's hole.
After five minutes, Jacob pulled out to be immediately replaced by Gussy. Gussy's cock wasn't quite as big as Jacob's, but his cock seemed versatile. He explored my behind. Ned had relaxed and I seemed to be going deeper in him. I shot off in Ned and Gussy added his load to the collection on my ass.
By this time, it was getting late and the party broke up. Coach Sean said he was at my hotel. Somehow, he spent the night in my room and his cock visited my ass a few times. He left before dawn. The rest of the conference was good, but somehow seemed to be anti-climactic.
A day later I was back home. The regular band man returned from taking care of his mother, so I only had the work in the library. I felt under used. I got a letter from the college saying that the professor, Dr. Milton, who had been directing my work at the school had resigned and had taken a position at another school. Funding for my research position was revoked. That was a shock. I called Dr. Milton and he told me the real story. The college had lost a year's income. It was necessary to cut back on expenses. The science departments were expensive. They decided to eliminate the upper level science offerings, to maintain the intercollegiate sports. These were money makers.
Milton was moving to Westham University in Virginia which had received a major donation to improve science education. To make a long story short I was able to transfer to Westham to work as an assistant to Dr. Milton. Westham had a population of about 100,000 people and was about halfway between Washington and Richmond, near the Blue Ridge Mountains. I moved to Westham Virginia in the early summer and began setting up the new laboratories for Dr. Milton. I took several advance level courses, but I was mostly involved in research.
Somehow the head of the Music Department heard of my Tuba skills and I joined something called the Pep Band. My skills at making rude noises on the tuba were much admired.
My work for Dr. Milton was exceptionally demanding and rewarding. I had little leftover time, but I am a fast learner and my scientific mind tended to match Dr. Milton's. The University was happy with our work. At the end of the year Milton published a preliminary paper on his project. It was well received, and I was even mentioned in the credits.
My parents went on a Christmas cruise with friends, so I stayed at school to work on Dr. Milton's project. I had a surprise call from Jacob, the bear I met at Sterling's party. He was intown for a Christmas party with old friends and asked if I was interested. the party was on the 23rd. "I think you would like it and my friends. They are open minded and friendly," he explained.
Since the labs were closed from the 22nd to the day after New Year's, I said sure. I explained where I was living, and he said he would pick me up. The party was in a loft in an area that was transitioning from a warehouse-light industrial district to trendy residential.
As we drove over, Jacob said his friends were a bit heavy set and hairy. "I think I forgot to mention it's going to be a nude party. I thought you enjoyed the party with Sterling," Jacob explained. "I was thinking you would fit in,"
I guess you could say I am a bit bearish, but I never saw myself that way. I thought about telling him I wasn't interested, but I am a gay man and saying no to possible sex was hard. The men at the party were large and hairy. Some were businessmen, a few building contractors, an artist or two, and a man who owned a chain of tire stores.
We mingled, talked, a got acquainted. They seemed friendly and easy going. Whitey, the tire man, took me aside and asked if I was into anal. I told him I topped and bottomed. "How about you guys?" I asked.
"Well, we all top, and most of us bottom. I would bet everyone here would bottom for you," Red said. Red was an artist and a house painter. "We have a lot of lube," he added and then paused briefly. "Do you have a problem with the sticky, creamy, homemade lube?"
"As long as it fresh," I said as I reached over and played with his soft cock. "To tell you the truth, cum is good, but I love the sperm delivery system."
"We are here for the sex, it's not a dating service," Whitey said. "I do get excited when my cock is in as ass. Does filling your ass with my cum, count as affection?" I didn't answer the question because I was already sucking his cock. It was long and uncut. His piss slit must have been a half inch wide, my tongue felt as if I licked deep into his cock.
The men were mellow, and the party didn't have the frantic feel of other groups. Since I was new to the group, I caused some excitement. The men tended to be polite and they seemed to think I might get overused. There had been other, younger men who came to a party, but some of them overestimated their capacity for sexual intercourse, and others thought older men meant thirty or thirty-five.
I have a slight tendency to be insatiable and have no problem with anyone who still gets erect. Some might thank those are undesirable characteristics, but for the men in this group, I provided the sexual high point of the year.