Early Discoveries. 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 winarch47@yahoo.com
I was almost thirty when I discovered that being smart and being as smart as I thought I was, were not the same thing. I'm Cody Malone. My parents were ordinary people who worked, fed me, and took care of the house. They took care of all the ordinary things. My favorite aunt, Margo, lived five blocks away from my house, believed that small things were for small people. She and I deserved for more than that. She was on her way to fame a fortune in Hollywood.
My parents pointed out that she lived in a bungalow five blocks to the west. That was a long way from Hollywood. She kept company with some important men who were on the way to Hollywood. Dad mentioned that her boyfriends stayed around for three to six months and were replaced with new men who were on the way up.
She also believed that smart people learned by osmosis. They absorbed knowledge. They didn't need book knowledge like ordinary folks.
In school I played on teams, went to parties, and had a good time. I barely graduated and wasn't in shooting distance of going to college. I noticed my mom wasn't feeling well, but I when she died of cancer. Shortly after that dad's firm closed the plant, and transferred him to Rochester, N.Y.
I had a job flipping burgers in my hometown and stayed there in Aunt Margo's house's attic bedroom. Margo was in her fifties then and her boyfriend's tended to last a day or two. Sometimes she had three of four gentlemen callers a day. There was an outdoor stair to the attic, installed when she called it an apartment, so I didn't know exactly how many gentlemen visited her.
One of Margo's most regular callers was Luke. He was an old guy in his forties. One night when Margo fell asleep early, Luke came up to see me carrying a six pack. We had a few beers and he asked if I would like to have some real fun. It was hot and he wasn't wearing a shirt, and he was not as zipped up as he might have been. I had done blow jobs with a few guys on the team at school. That was okay, but the equipment room was not a good place. I had been complaining that flipping burgers didn't play well.
We got naked and sucked each other off. Technically we were naked. I was a bit uneasy, but Luke knew his stuff and it was great. He left $40.00 on the table when he left.
Luke's visit surprised me. I knew it wasn't just messing around. Messing around a little had been okay. Sex with Luke was much better. When I fell asleep, I thought about how I had sucked his big cock as he sucked mine. He didn't jump back and spit it out like the guys on the team. He kept on sucking and ran is tongue around my knob and coaxed a few more spurts from my tender knob.
It was so good, I hardly noticed he had filled my mouth with his cream, and I had to swallow. I briefly thought about spitting it out, but Luke took a big glob of my cock scum, so I took his. He told me I had been good and asked if I would like to do it again.
I said sure without thinking. He told me I had done well. My mouth was a lot better that Aunt Margo's cunt. He dressed and left.
I didn't know anything could be a good as sex with Luke. In my mind there was a difference between being gay and liking sex with men. I am not prone to deep thinking. I figured if I liked what we had gone, it must have been good.
A week later Aunt Margo had what she called a turn, and she went to the hospital. I went to see her there and she told me she was fine. I knew that wasn't true. She wasn't wearing make-up or her fancy dresses. She looked grey and old. I knew that was not good.
She told me she didn't want her friends to visit until she was looking better. "I have my pride," she added. I talked with a doctor. He told me she was extremely sick, but miracles happen. That was not good at all. Dad came to visit her. She didn't want dad to see her until she could be presentable. He went to see her anyway. He was her only heir and got her power of attorney. He began sending me a monthly check to pay expenses for the house.
Margo went to what she called a rest home. The actual name of the place was the Quiet Rest Hospice. I went to visit her, but the woman who ran the place told me Margo didn't want to see anyone until she looked good. She was embarrassed and humiliated.
Luke came to see me with his buddy, Clint. We all shared the same interests, got naked and had a good time. Luke said he wanted to take my cock up his ass. I wasn't that interested but figured why not. It turned out to be better than I thought. His was tight and warm. Unlike sucking, he entire ass was shrink wrapped to my cock. It was warm and tight.
Clint had a long, thin, cock. While I fucked Luke, he slipped his tool into my behind. It was an easy fit and didn't bother me. I suddenly became really excited when his cock rammed what turned out to be my prostate. That was wonderful.
I soon felt Clint shooting. His squirts were unexpectedly pleasurable, and I drained my balls into Luke's behind. Clint pulled out, dressed, and left. Luke rolled me on my back, lifted and spread my legs, and then pushed his cock into my ass.
His cock was much thicker than Clint's tool. Clint had been ejaculating as he pulled out of me. His sperm lubricated my entire ass, so I had no problem taking Luke's cock.
I had never thought taking a cock up my ass. Luke's cock was filling, and he was soon pounding vigorously. My prostate was feeling good.
"I'm going to shoot. Do you want to take my load?" he asked.
"I sure do! Fill me up!" I said. I said that without thinking. It was better than I expected. When he pulled out, I felt empty.
"Cody, you have the best ass I've fucked in years," he said as he left. "You're a natural!" He told me he had some friends who would enjoy meeting me. He said he would help me with expenses if I met them and we got along. Officially Luke sold used cars. I later found out he owned a few boarding houses that served young women who were getting a start in life. Some of his pals liked young men. He told me all his friends were nice guys, but they liked to have a good time. They might help me with expenses.
I knew what that meant, and I was fine with that. While I never fully admitted I had no useful skills, meeting Luke's pals might an easy and pleasurable to make ends meet.
While Luke owned bawdy houses, I was a charitable project for him. He wanted to provide for his gay friends' needs without fear of exposure. Clint was actually Clinton Mowbray Mills. He owned a big brokerage house. He was happily married but needed an outlet for his other needs.
He came to visit me with a man he called Delmar. He had gone to school with Delmar. Delmar was a big man with a scar across his face. He had been in a serious car accident that caused brain damage. He was a gardener for his company. Clint and Delmar had played some as kids and he still liked to play.
"Delmar liked to fuck, but he's too big for me," Clint explained. "If you get the urge, try to help him out."
When Clint said Delmar was big, he understated the case. He was huge. It took a while to realized Delmar was careful and delicate. He had always been a big guy. His parents had impressed on him the need to be careful and not hurt his playmates. That tendency survived the accident. His cock was also delicate and responsive.
His cock was uncut. I was on my back as Clint sucked my cock. Delmar's was straddling my head as he watched Clint. His foreskin was close enough for me to grab it with my lips. I sucked it into my mouth as my tongue pushed into the pucker. When it touched his knob, he immediately began to ooze precum.
I know it's stupid, but with a man as big as Delmar, I expected him to ooze something like diesel fuel. It was the nectar of the gods. It was sweet and plentiful. I had never thought of a cock as dispensing a taste treat. I had been preoccupied sucking the cock. I hadn't thought of it as tasting good. As I sucked, I realized he was getting excited. His private parts were oozing his emotion.
I felt a need to feel that emotion deep in my ass. We rearranged so I could impale myself on his cock. Somehow, I knew it would fit. There was no leftover room. I bounced on his tool pushing it deeper into me. I suddenly realized this was the big one. I might never encounter a cock like his ever again. I wanted every inch of it in me.
Because it filled me so totally, I felt each spasm of his cock and the sperm explosion that followed it. I was in heaven, and I knew Delmar was up there with me.
As we cooled off and his cock began to shrink, I realized that there was a good chance that I was gay, not just a guy who liked sex with men. I also realized that my adventures with Clint and Delmar had been the best I had in my life. I wanted more, much more and if Clint had a lot of friends my life could change for the better.
To simplify my decision making, the burger joint I worked at burned down. The boss, Mr. Smithy, was not the nicest man in the world. I thought he was just nasty to the staff. He turned out to be an equal opportunity offender. He was nasty to the loan shark who loaned him the cash to buy the place. Apparently, burning the place down was a lesson that you had to pay on time.
I called Clint and told him I had a lot of free time. He said that he would call a few friends. I thought that I might take a week or two to find some one who was interested. It turned out there was a shortage of Twenty-one-year-old guys who liked older men and liked to suck, and fuck. I also both topped and bottomed.
That afternoon I had a call from man named William who said he would like to meet me and asked if I was free that evening after nine. I told him about the fire and said I was free. William said he had a friend who might like to meet me too. I told him that would be nice too. "Clint told me I might bring some beer with me. He mentioned that you like some home brew. I said I did. He then said the home brew was at body temperature, not chilled, but it had been tested. I said that was fine.
William and his friend Desmond arrived at nine on the dot. William was a tall, impressive man of about fifty. He was well dressed but in a somber black suit. Desmond was shorter, slightly plump and has a well-groomed beard.
We had a beer and talked briefly. "I told Desmond about out chat about home brew. He had never tried it." William said. He was trying to sound casual, but I knew he was checking to see I was still interested now that I saw them.
"I just tried it for the first time a week ago," I said. "I loved it."
"You liked it?" Desmond asked.
"I loved it," I replied, "It needs to be served fresh, straight for the spigot. I both took it and served it. The guys I was with loved it."
"Was it messy?" Desmond whispered.
"I took it directly in my mouth and swallowed. It can be thick and sticky," I said.
"I don't think I could do that," Desmond said.
"Don't worry about that, you'll do what's right for you," I said. We went up to my bedroom and stripped. William was in good shape. He had a golfer's tan and a dusting of hair on his chest. He had a nice cock framed by big, low-hanging balls. I hoped they were full.
Desmond had a crew cut and was clean shaven. His body was hairy, and in better shape than he looked when he was dressed. His clothes didn't fit well. His cock and balls were in thicket of hair. I dropped to my knees and went searching for his cock. We moved to the bed where I sucked William as he sucked Desmond, and Desmond sucked me. William's cock was long and the second I got it into my mouth I knew he was into it. It curved down so I could get most of it into my mouth and massage the underside of his cock with my tongue.
Desmond was a bit timid, until I began to ooze precum. That turned him on. I had a sense that William wanted to fuck me. I got on my back. He lifted my legs, lubricated is cock and pushed it into me. My head was on the edge of the bed, and I sucked Desmond as he watched Williams' cock sliding in and out of my ass. That was inspirational for him if precum is any guide. Williams shot off after ten minutes.
"Desmond, come over and give Cody a poke. He is nice and I've lubricated his ass for you," Williams said.
"That might be too much for Cody," Desmond muttered.
"I'm a big boy now. I will tell you if it's too much," I said. Desmond went to my ass and William went to the bathroom.
By this time, my sphincter was relaxed, and Desmond had no problem slipping into my ass. He moaned as it slid into me. The fattest part of his fat cock rubbed my prostate and I loved it.
"Does it feel good?" I asked Desmond.
"It's nice and tight but slippery," he said.
"That's William's load lubricating the fuck tunnel," I said. "Is it good for you?"
"I had no idea it would be this good," he said. "Do I need to pull out when I get close?"
"That up to you. Most men want to let nature take its course. I like feeling a guy squirting in me," I said. "Some men want to save that experience for Mr. Right. There is no way to tell if you have shot off in an ass."
By then William returned to the room. He fed his cock into my mouth and then bent over me to suck my cock as he watched Desmond's cock thrusting into my ass. Desmond decided to shoot off in me. When I felt the squirts, I shot off and William took my load.
We broke apart and then went home. The next morning, I found a one-hundred-dollar bill next to my toothbrush. There was a note next to it. "Your payment is in your ass. This is a thank you gift." It was signed W & D. I was thinking they didn't need to thank me, but I decided to keep that secret. Later that say I had a call from Clint. He told me I had made some friends.
That evening, I had a call from a man named, DeVaux. He said he got my name from Luke who said we might get along.
I told him I tended to get along with most guys and asked if he wanted to come over and chat. He said he did, and I gave him the address. He knocked on my door a few minutes later. DeVaux was well dressed. I doubted he bought his clothes at Walmart. He talked a little and then he told me he was horny and was hoping I could help him with that. He apologized if that was too direct.
I told him I liked the direct approach, and we went to the bedroom. DeVaux was a good-looking man, but he was a better-looking man naked. He wasn't exactly a gym rat, but he obviously worked out. I suspected his body hair was professionally trimmed.
"You are young. Are you uncomfortable?" he asked.
"I guess I should be, but I like sex so much I get carried away," I said.
"Luke told me you are full service. Is that right?" he asked.
"Well, I like what I have done so far," I said. "I've not done that much."
"The most important part of a relationship in the ability to say no. In a good relationship the person you are with respects that. If he doesn't there will be problems," DeVaux said. "I was hoping to suck cock and maybe shove my cock up your behind. Is that a problem?"
"Nope, that is fine," I said. "I do like it when a guy's ass is available for recreational purposes. My ass is wide open."
"Would it bother you if I left a token of my affection in your mouth or ass?" he asked. I told him that would be fine too.
DeVaux turned out to have an advanced degree in gay sex. He was polite, fastidious, skilled, sex crazed man. His cock was not prehensile, but I was good. He knew my body better than I did. It was beautiful.
When I said he had an advanced degree in gay sex, I was closer to the truth than I thought. He was Dr. DeVaux Miles of the Central Counselling Center. He wasn't a doctor, but he had a PhD. He worked with gay men. Some were oversexed and too aggressive. Others were too closeted and frightened to have sex.
He thought the second group need a nice, non-scary, introduction to man sex. I asked him why he didn't do it.
"It happens that for a Counselor to have sex with a patient is against the law. I give sensible ways for my patients to deal with their problems. Sex is not always sensible and measured," he said. "After talking with Luke, I wondered if you might be the one to introduce the men to gay sex. You have the right attitude and sexual versatility." We talked awhile and I said we might try a trial run. He thought that would be a good way to see how things went.
He gave me a call three days later and said a man named Wilfred might call me. That evening he called, and I arranged for him to come over Saturday afternoon.
Wilfred arrived at one on the dot. He was in his late forties. He told me he had taken care of his mother until she died a year earlier. It turned out that Aunt Margot's decorating sense was the same as his mothers. He was lonely and had been terrified his mother would find out about his deep dark secret. I had a feeling he had been a good boy who did what his mother told him.
I asked him if he would like to have a little fun. He told me he wasn't sure what fun was anymore.
"I have some thoughts about fun," I said. "I was hoping you might join me."
"I think that why I am here," he said. "Will you tell me what I am supposed to do?"
"I can show you what I like to do," I said. "This is not a school. There will be no test. We will see what works out best for you and me.
Wilfred went upstairs to the bedroom. I told him I had been working in the yard and needed to take a shower. He said it had been a hot day, so I asked him to join me. The hot water heater was undersized, and we could save water. This was straight 1960s dirty movie stuff. Wilfred hadn't seen a dirty movie, so it was new to him. I assumed he knew about gang showers from school.
Wilfred was an average guy. He was in okay shape and had a nice cock. You wouldn't find a postcard of his cock as a notable local site, but it was fine. I had a tub-shower combination so there was room for two. Unexpectedly, Wilfred dropped the soap, so I turned toward him so he would get a clear view of my cock. It took a little while for him to get the soap. He was looking at my cock instead of the soap.
"You have a nice one," he said. I dropped to my knees and began to suck his cock. It was not a total surprise to discover that while he was shy and timid, his cock was not. His cock turned on the automatic pilot, and all was well.