Early Discoveries. 2 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
Wilfred would never be a wild and crazy guy, but he loosened up a lot. He sucked me some, and I sucked him more, a lot more. I was the first man to drink his load through his incredibly hard cock. He went home after that, but I was quite sure he would be back. The next day I received a check for one hundred dollars from DeVaux.
DeVaux called me the next day and told me Wilfred was a new man. "How was it for you?" he asked.
"Wilfred isn't Mr. Dynamic, but he is a nice man," I said, adding, "It was good for me too."
"Are you interested in meeting more of my patients?" he asked. I said yes.
"I have two men, Alan and Don. They are gay men who are afraid of sex. I can't tell if they are afraid of sex, or just afraid of doing it wrong. I was hoping you could explain things to them," he said.
"Would a third man help things?" I asked.
"I think so, they are afraid they might hurt each other." DeVaux explained. "A third neutral man they don't know could help with potential problems." I agreed to meet them. Saturday afternoon was a good time for me.
Alan and Don knocked on my door at 2:30. I opened the door, and they came in the house, looking behind them to see if anyone was looking at them. I offered them a beer or a soft drink. Thee took the soft drink.
Don was a six-foot-tall, beefy man. He didn't look like a gym rat, but he looked okay. Alan was shorter, thinner, and pale. He looked like he didn't get out much. Don was a salesman for office furniture. Allan worked at a men's store.
"We're new to the scene and DeVaux said we need some guidance," Don said. "We're good friends, but I not sure we are into that gay stuff."
"I've seen some porn. It hard to believe guys do that sort of thing," Alan said.
"Have you seen Heterosexual porn?" I asked.
"Yes," Alan said. "That's hard to believe too!"
"Somethings are easier to do than to describe. Going on a marathon seems stupid to me, but guys do it and love it," I said. "It seems to me that sex is pretty odd, but just about everybody does it."
"My folks were good Southern Baptist," Alan said, "They thought sex was dirty."
"There are a lot of Baptist families with lots of kids," I said. "I've heard sex had something to do with it."
Alan and Don laughed.
"Now, I can promise you one thing. Sex between men has yet to produce a baby," I said. They laughed again. "Some man sex is because of men who love each other. A lot of it is just plain old fun. It's more fun with a man you like, but I can be good with a man you just met," I said.
"You like sex?" Don asked.
"I sure do. Meeting a guy for the first time can be tense but it can be exciting and fun," I said. "When you are with old friends it more fun."
"In the videos, the men are all handsome and well built," Alan said.
"I can assure you than when a guy is sucking your cock, he's not worried about what you look like," I said. "Sex tends to focus you on sex, not on a guy's good tan, or beautiful hair style."
Both Alan and Don wanted to play it cool, but cocks aren't unto cool attitudes. We went to my bedroom and stripped. Don was a solid, beefy man. He was well equipped. Alan was an Otter, trim, and very hairy. He was hung and uncut. Both were well on their way to a full erection. I went over to them and played with their cocks.
"I didn't tell you about the biggest problem with man sex. You can try to be cool and uninterested, but your cock is the world's worst actor," I said. "It's interested in sex, and it doesn't care who knows it. Give up the fight and let your cock lead the way!"
"That doesn't should much like a Baptist minister preaching," Alan said.
"Get them when they are naked," I said. "There is a man inside every preacher!"
Unexperienced cock sucking can be a problem. I am young, but inexperienced does not describe me. Alan was uncut, and knobs protected by foreskins tend to be tender. My tongue was rough compared to the shiny skin of his knob. I worked his cock head to being just short of being unbearably pleasurable. When he got too close to shooting, I switched to Don. He was cut and big. He was a big macho man, but the cock was tender. He shivered when I came close to deep throating him.
I eventually concluded that a good part of his body weight was trapped in his balls and wanted to escape. I was able to coax him to the edge of an orgasm, and then relaxed leaving his sperm trapped in his balls. Neither Alan nor Don was the man of my dreams, but as I alternated edging them, I dot to know them better and felt affection. It wasn't love, but it was a lot more than a slam-bang-thank-you-ma'am speed date.
I knew more about their bodies than they did. I knew more about their sexual needs and desires. I remembered back to the first time Luke sucked me off. I couldn't believe a man would take my cock into his mouth. I was lucky and he was an older guy who thought he won the lottery when he had a young guy's cock in his mouth. He got the million-dollar jackpot when I shot off in his mouth. I couldn't put a dollar amount on what I felt as I shot off.
I didn't realize for several days that my life had changed when Luke took my sperm. The tube that drained my bladder, became a magic wand. As a kid a new bike was exciting. Secret pleasures with men dwarfed anything I had felt before.
Alan and Don moved into a new world of emotion and pleasure. Their greatest fears and terrors turned into intense orgasms and delicate titillations. They didn't know this, but I could taste it in the drool of their sexually stimulated cocks. I took their loads. Their excitement crashed in the post orgasm period, and they left.
I wasn't sure they would come back. It took three days for Don to call me and ask if we could get together again, I said sure.
"It was good." Don said adding, "I guess you would expect us to do more?"
"That's up to you," I said. "I hope you understand, the more you do, the better it gets."
"It was pretty good," he replied.
"You have just begun to explore the possibilities," I said. "I'm free tonight. Can you come by?" he said he could.
They arrived at eight. We had a couple of beers, went to my bedroom, and stripped. Alan dropped to his knees and tentatively stuck out his tongue and licked the tip of my soft cock. A second or two later his lips enveloped my cock head. His tongue was caressing the underside of my cock.
Don straddled Alan and fed me his cock. He was already oozing precum. I assumed watching his friend suck my cock excited him. Alan soon became more excited. I assumed my cock was drooling too.
We moved to my bed and Don sucked me as I sucked Alan. Alan was a good sucker. After a while we took a break. Don asked me if I fucked. I said I topped and bottomed.
"Are you interesting in trying that?" I asked.
"Alan and I are kind of interested in trying it," Don said.
I smiled. "I assume you know the is no such thing as a half fuck?" I said. "You are either in or not. I also assume you have figured out that I am into sex, and I like it all."
"I didn't know, but I was hoping," Don said. he paused and asked, "Do guys cum in your ass, or do they pull out?"
"The do both, but I assume their cocks were hoping they get to shoot off," I said. "If both of you want to fuck, it good if the first guy shoots off in me. That provides extra lube for the next guy. Some guys think fucking a little more intimate and private. No one can see what you are doing in the ass."
I knew where this conversation was going. Don was first and he was careful. In school, he had lost a wrestling match and being fucked was punishment. It had not been good. He used a lot of lube and once he popped past my sphincter, all was well. While fucking can be more private, but he was moaning in pleasure as I tightened my ass to massage his cock. His whole body twitched with each ejaculation.
When he pulled out, Alan slid his tool into me. He loved it. I don't know it that was because of my ass or Don's homemade lube, but he loved it. It was a successful night. DeVaux called me a few days later and told me I had worked wonders for the two men. I had a knack.
I thought that DeVaux' s sex as therapy was either crazy, or just a second hand voyeurism on his part. The men I had met because of him seemed happy and relaxed after they visited me. I enjoyed doing it, so it seemed like it might work as therapy.
When Luke sent me a friend it was for recreational sex only. They weren't shy or timid men. He recommended me to three men who were in town for a convention. They claimed to be named Curly, Moe, and Larry. I am not a high-powered detective, but I knew these were not their real names.
They were from a small town and the convention was the high point of their year. One was an insurance agent; another was a pharmacist: and the third ran an auto parts shop. The convention was of small business owners. It provided a place for small town guys to blow off the steam. For most of them a blow job in the back room or at a fishing cabin was the only relief from Church night or the Rotary Club events in their hometowns.
They were out going jovial men, but they were laughing on the outside and crying on the inside. If anyone in town found out their sexual preferences, their lives would be ruined.
Larry was an overweight life of the party guy. He told me they were there to let off some steam. I said that was okay, but I had been hoping for sperm, not steam. That struck them as the joke of the century. They loved it.
Curly, the pharmacist, had tested his pals for STD's and had some medical grade poppers. I showed him my testing card. He was slim and looked like he jogged. He was bald and had a hairy chest that was turning white. Moe was a stocky guy with close-cropped beard and a hairy body. I assumed he was Italian or Greek.
"Damn, you're fucking young," Moe said. "I haven't been with a guy who was under thirty in years. Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I am really picky. I only like sex with men who have cocks," I said. "I have a cock, asshole and mouth that have sexual potential. I assume your cocks and mouths are in play. I don't know if your asses are tunnels of love, or purely utilitarian?"
"Do you take cum?" Curly asked.
"I sure do, in my mouth and ass. I need to warn you. For me orgasms are wonderful, but they aren't testaments of love. We are guys having fun. That's it," I said. "I do like to play prostate tag. Are any of your asses available for recreational use?"
"Curly and Larry like it up the ass," Moe said. "I'm not as into it as they are. If I suddenly discover an itch up my behind, I have a feeling your cock could scratch it."
"If your orgasm means you need to go home and jump into bed, try to hold off as long as you can," I said. "I would like a long session!"
The men laughed. We stripped in my later aunt's bedroom. When she was sick my father hired a plumber redo the bath, so it was handicapped accessible when she returned home. He took out the old tub and put in a shower level with the floor. She never returned home. you could barely move in the room because of her stuff. I don't think she ever through out old stuff. I had been getting rid of it and most of her furniture. The bedroom now only had a bed and two chairs.
It was much bigger than my bedroom upstairs. We stripped. Larry immediately dropped to his knees to suck me. I bent over to suck Moe, and Curley was rimming me. The men were over ripe and excited. No one held back. It was a low stress, high pleasure orgy.
They were nice guys. They discovered some new places in their bodies, and they discovered orgasms were more exciting when someone was taking their load. I had no idea why Curley's cum effected my cock so much, but no one complained, least of all me.
They had never been in a group where everyone was so open and willing. For the first time in their lives sex was not sinful or perverted. Sucking and fucking was natural and expected. Curley liked rimming, and he loved it when his pals' sperm was dribbling from my ass. Good sex was like a fine dinner, without the possibility of weight gain.
After the first round of orgasms, we shared a shower in the upgraded bath. They loved that and we all recharged. I assumed that after we had all shot off earlier, the sex would be more sedate, but the shower was refreshing. The second session was more relaxed with me, but the sex was more intense. They knew what I liked, and I knew their interests.
Moe had been afraid his cock was hurting guys when he fucked them. He was more comfortable with his cock and knew my sexual interests. I fucked him after the shower. I don't know exactly what happened I suspected my cock made a bull's eye hit on his prostate. he all but melted in pleasure. Curly slipped into my ass, and Larry into his hole. We each had a bottle of poppers. We took a snort at the same time and soon had a train orgasm.
I shot off in Moe, Curly into me and Larry into Curley. Moe had a hands-free orgasm as he felt my sperm tickling his ass. It was a beautiful moment. Three happy men returned to their hotel. I had swallowed three loads and had three loads up my ass. I felt good as I fell asleep that night.
The next weekend I had quartet of visitors. These were DeVaux patients. Officially sex between adult men wasn't illegal anymore, but old traditions tend to linger, and bad traditions linger longer. Three of the men were teachers. One was a policeman. They all had to keep their sex lives private.
Hal, Lew, Josh, and Troy arrived Sunday morning at ten. Hal was an English Teacher, Lew taught science, Josh was a P.E. teacher and coach. Troy was the cop. The men knew each other but had not sexually connected.
"I don't know what we are supposed to do here," Hal said. "DeVaux wasn't clear."
"I guess you could consider this to be the Lab associate with his all-talk sessions." I said. "You could think of it as some firsthand experience, but I don't think hands are that important." Several of the laughed.
"If you are looked for Mr. Right, you may be disappointed. I personality have not encountered my own Mr. Right. Let me confess, I have had great times with Mr. Right now." I said. "Maybe that is superficial. I have discovered that my cock is perfectly happy with Mr. Right Now. It doesn't seem to be interested in lifelong commitments. My cock is into physical pleasure, not intellectual stimulation, or long-term commitments."
"Some men find long term commitments," I continued. "I haven't found that. It might happen, but I am enjoying myself."
"Are they enjoying you?" Lew asked.
"Let's just say we have exchanged the secret handshakes and traded our personal home brew," I replied.
"I'm not sure about the handshakes, but I know I am into the home brew!" Josh said. "I was part of a little initiation ceremony in the showers."
"Did you take the special sauce?" I asked.
"I was the team captain. I left the sauce where the sun doesn't shine. The guy I fucked later told me he enjoyed it, especially when I felt me shooting off," he replied. "I haven't done that since then, but I think about it a lot. I still wonder what he felt."
This conversation opened the door for the other men to tell of their experiences. Josh was a big guy and when he admitted he had earlier experiences, the others told about theirs.
After about fifteen minutes of conversation I said, "Guys, I hate to break this up, but I was hoping to have some new experiences. I would like to get naked and see what fits where. For your information, I suck and fuck. I also top and bottom. I do have one objective. I would like for all of you to have lighter balls when you leave than when you came."
"What if those lighter balls are because your ass is filling with our cum?" Troy asked.
"Don't worry. Once sperm is shot into an ass, it converts to liquid joy. It's weightless," I said. The men laughed and we went to the bedroom.