Early Discoveries. 3 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
Luke sent me two or three customers a week. These were often couples and sometimes two or three couples. Luke said he liked my stamina, and I was low stress. He liked that I was accommodating, not demanding. Often, they were older men who like the company of younger men. Some were shy, nice guys who didn't get out much.
Tom and Jerry were typical visitors. They were middle aged men from a small town. Of course, I knew that Tom and Jerry were not exactly their names. Tom was fifty or so, and Jerry slipped and called him Rev. That was a clue to his profession. Jerry said he was a musician. I guessed his instrument was the organ.
They were in love. They were not sexually experienced, and I think they wanted to know more about gay sex. While sex is basic part of life, when you describe it, it doesn't sound appealing. That is especially true of gay sex. Sucking the thing you piss through, or shoving it up an ass, does not shout out romance.
The nice thing about a cock is its responsiveness. It is the basic organ of animal reproduction, and in humans, it is ready, willing, and able at the slightest inspiration. Erections are communicable. If I suck a cock, my cock responds. It senses sexual opportunity and is ready to participate.
Tom and Jerry wanted sex. They wanted it but were afraid. Some of that may have been old time religion, but they were not sure they would do it right. I was a guide and sparkplug.
It was a hot day, so I had been rushed doing chores and needed to take a shower. I told them the tale of my aunt and my father's generous replacement of the old bath with a spacious, handicapped design. Ten minutes later we were showering together.
Tom and Jerry were not clothes horses. Their informal dress was Walmart's best. Tom was an imposing tall man with a hairy chest and a treasure trail to his cock. Jerry was shorter, hairy like an ape, and on the way to being overweight. He was better endowed than I had guessed.
As we showered, I got hard. I apologized and told them it used to happen in high school when I showered with the team.
"That must have been embarrassing," Tom said.
"It was at first," I said. "It turned out some of the guys liked it and we had some fun in the equipment room."
"Did you get caught?" Jerry asked. He was getting hard by then.
"Once the coach caught us," I said, "He just smiled and closed the door."
"Did you ever see the coach's cock?" Jerry asked. He was fully erect by then.
"Once when we were at an away game he showered with us," I said. "He never did anything inappropriate." I paused and added. "That is more than could be said about me!" I dropped to my knees and licked Jerry's knob.
"Should I go?" Tom asked. "This is awfully private."
"You're friends and there is nothing to be ashamed of, or embarrassed about," I said. I noticed Tom was erect too.
"Why don't you come closer, and I can take care of both of you?" I asked. Tom hesitated a little, but he came closer. I got both of their cock heads into my mouth and licked the tender undersides of their knobs.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Tom asked.
"Let me tell you one of the secrets of sex between men," I said. "There is no way you can accidentally end up with a cock in your mouth. You have to want to suck a cock."
"Maybe in a team shower room it isn't sexual?" Jerry suggested.
"A guy drops the soap to get a better look, or to take a lick," I said. "I can tell you that if a guy is looking, his intentions are not honorable and the chance that he going to lose interest in a cock is not likely. Why don't we dry off and go the bedroom?" That was fine with Tom and Jerry.
We got on the bed, and I sucked Tom as Jerry sucked me. Tom was still uneasy until my tongue worked its magic caressing his knob until he moaned.
I pulled away. "Jerry your friend needs you," I said. Jerry switched places with me, and enthusiastically began to suck Tom. I relocated to suck Jerry.
It couldn't have been more than a few seconds before Jerry began to ooze precum. I knew much more about sex than either of them, but I decided now wasn't the time to pause the action and do some explanations. That was a good choice.
Tom cried, "I'm going to shoot!" Jerry kept on sucking and took the load. He kept on sucking even after the ejaculations stopped. He took Tom's post orgasmic drool. A minute or two later Tom was asleep.
"Do you have any leftovers for me?" I asked Jerry. He opened his mouth. A good portion of Tom's load was still on his tongue. We kissed and came close to snowballing.
When we calmed down, I asked if he wanted me to take his cum.
"I saw a video once where a guy took it in ass. It turned me on," Jerry said. "Do you do that?"
"I sure do. I top and I bottom. What is your pleasure?" I said.
"Do you shoot off in the ass when you fuck?" he asked.
"I can shoot in in you or pull out before I pop," I said. "Which excites you the most?"
"I'd like to take it in the ass," he said.
"I'm a bit big for a first fuck," I said.
"Big cocks turn me on. I'd like to try it," he replied. He got on his back and hooked his legs to open his ass. I realized he had been watching some heavy-duty porn. It also exposed his butt-plug type cock. I had focused on his knob and not the shaft. I thought my ass would like to try it out.
I lubricated my cock and pushed. I think there is a natural instinct for an ass to object to something going the wrong way up your ass. Jerry wanted my cock badly. His sphincter offered only half-hearted resistance. The meeting between his prostate and my cock was a total success. Five minutes later, he felt me ejaculating and he shot off.
We rested until Tom woke. They dressed and left. I knew that Jerry wanted to come back, but I wasn't sure about Tom. I suspected that he had been raised by parents who equated pleasure with sin and evil.
DeVaux was a successful counsellor. He gave people advice, but more often he made suggestions. He might tell you to try this or that. He told then that people have tried it and it has been helpful. Orders are a turn off for some people. He also worked with nursing homes and rehab clinic.
He thought that recovering a sex life was helpful for some injured men. A part of his practice was with injured gay men. Many men had family problems that made it difficult to be frank about their sexual needs. Of course, he couldn't have sex with patients. I had no legal problems. He worked with a retired physical therapist, Louis, who could bring a patient to meet me, and guide me to help restore sexual function without injuring the patient.
I thought this was strange and odd. I was wrong about that. If you were in a serious accident or had major illness, discovering sex was still possible was a great morale booster. It suggested you could recover more of your former life than you thought possible. Of course, it was intensely pleasurable too.
Louis was a huge, strong man. He had a Santa type beard and was hearty and cheerful. He had no problem picking up and moving big men. Louis visited me before he brought the first man to see me. He told me that he liked sex a lot, but he was too big to have sex with an injured man. He wasn't talking about his cock; it was his body. He was almost three hundred pounds of muscle. He would crush an injured man if he moved the wrong way. I am 140 to 150 pounds on a tall frame.
We talked for a while and somehow, we moved to my bedroom, and got naked. Soon, I was bouncing on his cock. I felt like a little Miss Muffet using his cock as a stool. I could balance on his cock with no other physical contact except his cock and my ass. I could also sixty-nine hoovering above him with only our genitals connecting. Louis thought I was a light, delicate man who was ideal for DeVaux's plan for sexual rehabilitation.
As he left, Louis told me I was the best fuck he had in years, and a good sport. "Would you mind if I came by once and a while for some real sex?" I told him that would not be a problem.
"That's great," he said, "Most of the times when I find a perfect ass, the ass is good, but the man attached to the ass is shit. You are the whole package. I'm a little bit of a sex manic. Is that a problem?"
"Not at all," I said. "Does anyone say no to you?"
"Not many," he said and then he added, "Few who lived!" he broke out in a belly laugh. "I guess you have noticed I can take just about anything I want. I'm looking for someone who wants to gives and take. I have a feeling your cock and my ass would get along well." I am not always a good judge of character, but I believed Louis.
A few days later Louis called. "I've got a patient who was a fireman who was injured in a fire. He saved two kids but got trapped. He's being pasted back together. He has a good cock, but he needs a moral booster. Can you help?" he asked. He sent me a before and after picture of the man. I said I would.
Louis arrived with Dudley. He was in slightly better shape than the photos. There had been several rounds of surgery since the pictures had been taken.
"Am I a charity case?" he asked.
"To tell you the truth, it depends on how good your sperm tastes," I replied. He laughed.
"If you have any ailments, I have enough drugs in me to cure just about anything you might have," he said.
"I have ACD, Acute Cock Depravation," I said. "The cure is between your legs. It doesn't require any drugs."
"Don't worry, Louis will beat me up if I hurt you," I said. Lewis laughed as I bent over to suck Dudley. I later found out Dudley thought he had lost the sexual function of his cock. He needed a top-of-the-line, slutty, cock sucker to spend some time working him over. I soon discovered that everything was in full working order. When he shot off, I wondered if his sperm might have a slightly stale taste. There was no problem with his balls. His cum was fresh and tasty. I did have to swallow twice.
"Could I suck yours," he asked. Of course, that was fine with me. Dudley had some skin graphs on his face, so Louis was worried. Louis held up my legs as I did a partial push up. I could dangle my cock just above Dudley's mouth. Dudley was a good cock sucker. I warned him when I was close. He said he wanted my load. He took it with obvious enjoyment.
Louis took him back the rehab center. Louis was careful and wanted to make sure Dudley was okay. Dudley called me a few days later. It had been good for him, but he wasn't sure I had enjoyed it. I told him I had hoped he could taste my enjoyment in my sperm. He laughed and asked what I tasted in his cum.
"I tasted some enjoyment, but there was a heavy dose of relief," I said.
"Well, to tell you the truth, there was a hell of a lot of relief," he said. "I wasn't sure everything was in working condition."
"Well, lets work on worry free orgasms," I suggested. He was going in for a new round of surgery so it might be a few weeks before we could play again.
Shortly after Dudley hung up, I had a call from Jerry. He wanted to get together again. Tom would probably join him, but it was difficult for him to rethink his life. It might take more time. Jerry said he could come by the next morning at ten. That was fine with me.
He arrived at ten on the dot. He came with a young friend, Terry. Terry was my age, heavy set like Jerry and nervous.
"I'm sorry I didn't warn you. Terry is my cousin. We did some "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" stuff" as kids. He wants to do more, and we need a safe place. He had almost been caught in a park with another man and he is scared. Sex in a private bedroom would be good for him. You had the only place I could think of," Jerry said.
I said hello and shook Terry's hand. I noticed when he shook my hand, he was looking at my cock. I was wearing thin, jogging shorts. They were good for jogging but left little to the imagination.
"Do you work out?" I asked, he shook his head. "I don't work out, but I like the gear."
"Jerry told me you had sort of a workout with him last week," Terry said.
"You mean our shower workout?" I asked. "Were you shocked?"
"I was turned on," he said. "He didn't say you were so good looking."
I'm direct and not into inuendo. "I am ready to take my morning shower. Do you men want to join me?" I asked. I was not surprised they had forgotten to shower that morning. I didn't know a guy could strip as fast as Terry did. You could tell they were cousins. They shared the same body type and had the same fur coat. Jerry's hair was reddish bond. Terry had black hair.
As always, hard cocks took charge of the situation. Terry was not experienced in physical sex, but he had encyclopedic knowledge of gay porn videos. His only real sex experience was at rest stops and in parks. While Jerry was older, Terry was more willing to jump inro the gay sex pool with both feet. He had watched porn. He wanted to do it. he said he wanted to suck and take a cock up the ass.
When I had been with Tom and Jerry, I thought that anal sex was too much for their first lessons in man sex. It was not too much for Terry. He had watched in porn videos and told me he thought he would like it. I told him my cock was oversized for a first fuck, but Terry wanted it bad.
I lubricated my cock and told Terry to lie on his back. Jerry held his legs up and spread so his hole was wide open. I pushed, popped past his sphincter, and went deep. Terry didn't like it. Terry loved it. I don't know if my cock was made for his ass, of if he wanted a cock up his ass so much, he didn't mind a little pain. Whatever it was it was good.
Jerry like it too, if his erect, butt plug type cock was any indication. After about five minutes, I pulled out and got Jerry to massage to stretch Terry's ass. A little later I returned to Terry's hole and shot off. We had a rest period, and then I poked Jerry. I discovered that he and Terry shared the same ass. Jerry went a little crazy as I explored his tunnel of love. I suspected both men were natural bottoms.
I felt good since I had opened and plowed two virgin asses and seeded both. I had converted their shit tunnels into sex organs. I am a good sport so both men fucked me. While their asses were identical, their cocks were different but effective in different ways. Both men shot off in me and then went home. it had been a good day.
Louis called me that evening and asked if he could come by. I said yes. A little later I realized I was tired and should have said no. I was going to ask him to come by another time, but the doorbell rang. I was Lewis. He must have called from his car form near my house. As soon as I saw him, I wasn't tired any more.
When I was with him before he was all business. This time he was a gentle and considerate lover. I sucked him, then he sucked me until we transitioned to the sixty-nine position. We had relaxed until his cock wedged it way into my ass.
After ten minutes of so, I forgot who I was and became a pleasure giving accessory for his cock. I was perfectly happy and seemed to think I was born to house his erect cock. I fell asleep as he ejaculated. When I woke, he was sucking my cock and had a blissful look on his face. It looked as if he had been born to suck my cock. and sucking me had been his life's ambition.
Of course, I knew that wasn't true, but while I was fantasizing that might be true, I shot off for what seemed like an hour or so. Looking back, it must have been less than a few seconds, but they were the best seconds of my life.