Glenmore Grange
Part 6
By Bald Hairy Man
If you don't like gay stories or descriptions of sexual activity DON'T READ THIS STORY. If you are offended, why are you here? Go where you aren't offended. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort at safe sexual practices has been made. If you have any comments or suggestions, sent them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com, or bldhrymn@aol.com.
I walked over to Bill. I noticed Mike was much occupied by Virgil. He was being sucked by Virgil, while he sucked another man I didn't know. Tony was talking to one of the Peterson brothers. Bill waved at Tony to come over too.
"This is wild," Tony said. "I really didn't believe what you said was true."
There were 20 to 25 men in the room now, all connected genitally to one or two others, either sucking or fondling. Anal activity hadn't started yet.
"Five or six guys have sucked me already." Tony said; he was at half-staff. "It's a really friendly group!"
"Those were just greeting sucks, if your cock is any indication." Bill said. "Most like to hold off on the orgasm producing sex until later. "
"They certainly were getting me revved up," Tony said.
"Well, if you're ready to move on to something more intense, I've got a friend who'd like to meet you two," Bill said. "Let me take you into my parlor and you can look at my collection of etchings."
We went behind a partition wall and a section of paneling opened to reveal a hidden door. We walked into the next room. It was small, but had a mirrored ceiling and walls. There was a leather ottoman, the size of a couch and a sling hanging from the ceiling. There were two men in the room. One was short and stocky, the other tall and muscular.
"Gus, Tony, I'd like you to meet Bob and Franklin," Bill said.
Bob was the short one. He was in his early sixties, distinguished looking, with grey hair, busy eyebrows and a broad smile. He was a hairball, but looked solid rather than dumpy. His uncut cock and balls were massive too. His cock was relaxed, drooping over his tangerine sized balls. His cock formed a 5" tube, squared off at the end by his foreskin.
Franklin was physically the opposite of Bob. He was a good six feet, muscular and toned. He had a flat top, and shaved his tanned body except to a square of hair at his pubes. While Bob smiled and seemed friendly, Franklin stood back. I realized he was a State Trooper, and Bob was a very high-ranking judge indeed. While Franklin was standoffish, his cock was hard and there was a bead of precum glistening in the slit. He was more interested than his face indicated.
Bob came over to me and we talked. He had an impressive, deep voice. "You teach with Bill?"
"Yes, we're in the same department. We also seem to share the same interests, but I didn't know that until a month or two ago," I replied. "I also didn't know he was hung like Trigger."
Bob laughed. "That's what I knew about him first!" he said. "Virgil knows my interests and when he ran into Bill, he got me to come to the next meeting. Just for scientific interests, you know."
I smiled at him; we understood each other. "I like them big, but it's not an obsession," I said.
"To tell you the truth, it is an obsession for me," Bob said. "You'd think it would be the sort of thing you outgrow, but it just got stronger in me as I aged. Part of the problem was I didn't act on it at all. I just pretended it wasn't there and caught a rare glimpse from time to time. You've got a nice one, too."
"I tend to like masculine, hairy men." I said. "I have been acting on my desires. I'm not too sure you can do much about fetishes or obsessions. I don't know where they come from, but they seem to be hard wired into you psychological makeup. As long as they don't hurt anyone, why worry?"
"You're a college professor, I'm a judge. It seems undignified to be chasing after cocks," Bob said. He was weighing my balls with his hands, so I figured he had succumbed to the temptation.
"Somehow we've gotten ourselves into the position of thinking that your status or profession in life divorce you from human drives and emotions. That, combined with the effort to make sex into a sinful exercise, leaves you trapped between a rock and a hard cock." I said. "Let's face it, there are a lot of people who will only be satisfied if you are a monk."
"I think you are right about that," Bob said. He dropped to his knees and began sucking me, ending the conversation. Tony was nursing Franklin's cock. Franklin almost looked relaxed. Bob and I relocated to the large ottoman. I was on my back, while Bob sucked my cock. Bill straddled my head and dangled his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and his cock dripped some precum.
Bob worked on my cock, then balls. He worked his way to my ass and rimmed me. He was good at it too. He fingered my ass, when he wasn't trying to get his tongue into it. I don't mind being rimmed but being fucked is better. Bob must have been able to read my thoughts.
Soon my legs were on Bob's shoulders and his cock was at my hole. He pushed and I soon realized Bob was thick. I hadn't seen him get hard, but it felt as if he was trying to force a fireplug into my ass. Bill noticed I was having a problem and produced a bottle of poppers and gave me a good sniff. They did the trick.
Bill moved and got behind Bob. Bob bent over me and I realized Bill was going to fuck Bob. Bob's thick meat was fully lodged in my ass, when Bill rammed Bob. Bill thrust so hard I felt it, transmitted deep into my ass by Bob's cock. I was being double fucked by both men. I could feel Bob's excitement at being genitally linked to two men. Bob couldn't last long wedged between my tight ass' stimulation from his cock and Bill's cock's stimulation of his ass.
Bob was moaning as he shot off.. He pulled out and sprayed me with his seed. Bill, pulled out and let Bob cool off.. "Are you okay, Bob?" he asked.
"Okay isn't the word for it." Bob said. " How are you Gus? You were great."
I got off of the ottoman. I looked down at my body. It looked as if it had been glazed by Bob's cum. Bob's cock had shrunk some since his orgasm, but it still looked like a fireplug.
"I'm fine. Messy, but fine," I said.
Franklin walked over to me and began licking the cum off my chest. There was nothing cool and collected about Franklin as he did this. He gave every indication of being a confirmed cum hound. I lay back on the ottoman to let him lick it all up. This time Tony straddled me, so I could suck his cock.
Franklin was really into cum and by the time he was done, no trace of Bob's man seed was left on my body. Tony later told me, Franklin wasn't into cock; he wanted cum. He would suck to get the sperm out of the balls.
Tony, Bill and I went back into the main room. Bob had to get back to the state capital for an evening meeting. There were a good forty men going at it as we rejoined the group. Tony went off to see how Mike was doing. Mike was with Robert, the older man we had met at the first meeting who looked like Santa Claus. Robert was on his back and Mike's cock was slowly pumping the older man's ass as they had a rather spirited conversation. Tony joined them. The next time I looked, it was Tony's cock in Robert's ass. All was well there.
Lou and Martin were playing with the Peterson brothers. Clearly, once Lou got the hang of it, he was on automatic pilot. The Petersons were nice guys and it looked as if the foursome was sexually compatible.
Mitch came over to me. "They are two happy guys," he said, shaking my hand. "You were everything they wanted."
"I'm glad to help, but I didn't do anything, other than let my cock do the thinking for me," I said.
"I talked to one of the Therapists at Rehab." Mitch continued. "He said men in their situation with the damage they have sustained feel broken and undesirable. They tend to think pity is the only thing that could possibly attract anyone. The therapist told me in a round about way, if they could feel sexually desirable again, it would help a lot. You did that for them." Mitch was on the verge of getting teary again.
A man I didn't know came over. "Hi, Mitch!" he called in a booming voice, "Who's the stud muffin?"
"This is Gus, a friend from out of town." Mitch said. "Gus, this is Edward Ballard. He's warden at the local home for bad boys." We shook hands. Edward was average in height, compact and beefy, with his black hair crew-cut and well trimmed mustache. I guessed he worked out, since the beef was solid. He was mostly smooth, except for a thick pubic bush. His cut cock head just barely poked out of the forest.
"I hope everyone has been making you feel welcome," Edward said. "Mitch here is a good guy."
He put his arm around Mitch's shoulder. "A real good guy," he added, as he rubbed the fur on Mitch's back. There was something about the way he said it, let me know Edward was more than casually interested in Mitch. I glanced down and saw Edward's cock poke further out of his bush.
"Everyone has made me feel really welcome. I was here a few months ago and liked it so much, I decided to come back," I said. "Everyone is so friendly." As I said that, I dropped to my knees and licked Edward's cock head. I reached up and got Mitch's cock and pulled him closer, so I could suck both cocks.
Edward had a lollipop style cock, with a half dollar sized mushroom on a long, thin, curving shaft. He had showered just before he came to the meeting and he tasted of soap. Mitch's cock was thick, stubby and uncut. He had been fermenting a brew of precum and man spunk inside the skin. I got the two cocks close enough and, since Mitch wasn't fully hard, I docked Edward's cock in Mitch's foreskin.
I don't think of myself as a mind reader, but I sure found Edward's on button. He started kissing Mitch, as I stroked Mitch's foreskin over Edward's cock. Fortunately, there was more than enough skin, and even after Mitch got hard, there was still some left over for Edward. Mitch motioned for me to get up. When I did, he dropped to his knees and sucked Edward and me.
"You like this, don't you?" I whispered to him as Mitch sucked us.
"Shit yes, fucking hot!"
"Are you a sucker, or a fucker?" I asked.
"Sucker, love to 69, top," he whispered. "I bottom for the right guy," he added, as he dropped his voice a bit lower. I knew he wanted to have sex with me and the offer to bottom was his insurance policy. He didn't want to lose out on the sex, if I was a pure top.
"Are you being polite, or do you want a cock in your ass?" I asked.
Edward smiled. "I was being polite and yes I want it in my ass bad," he replied.
I got Mitch up from the floor. "Edward and I are interested in a little fuck fest. Are you game?" Mitch nodded. "Are you full service, or top only?"
"Versatile," he answered. "You are too, aren't you?"
"I sure am, so is Edward," I added.
"Edward is a top," Mitch said.
"Not today," I said.
"Who goes first?" Edward asked.
"Let's all lube up our cocks and asses and see what develops," I suggested. One of the nice things about the Grange meeting is that sex is required and unashamed. No one seemed to notice or care when three men started to lubricate their cocks and bend over and open their asses wide, so a friend could lubricate the fuck hole. I poked a few fingers into Edward's ass and found his prostate.
I pressed the small gland and Edward moaned. That was a good sign. I pressed harder and his knees almost buckled. That was an even better sign. He may not have bottomed much, but the raw materials for being a bottom were there. Everything that could feel in his ass was there and in working condition.
A man I didn't know walked by and whispered, "Lube him up good, he loves it when he's turned on." As I said, it was a really friendly group.
Mitch lubricated my ass. I told him I wanted to take his cock. He wanted me to take Edward's first. "It'll open you up some," he said. Edward was more than willing. I got on my back, and he hoisted my legs onto his shoulders and positioned his mushroom at my hole.
"Are you ready?" he asked. I said yes and he pushed the head through the sphincter and then rested his cock head just inside my ass ring. "Okay?" Edward asked. I nodded and he pushed the rest of his dick deep into my ass.
It was good. Most cocks are a shaft, but Edward's cock head was so big it seemed to be almost detached as I felt it travel the length of my love chute. His shaft was so thin, I could barely feel it.
Edward leaned forward. "Are you ready for Mitch's cock?" he asked. We were both enjoying it, but I guessed Mitch was going to be the main attraction for him. Edward didn't want to shoot off too early.
"Let's give Mitch's fireplug cock a trial run," I said. Edward pulled out. Mitch was always holding back some, but I got up and got him to get on the bench so I could sit on it. Mitch's cock was shorter than Bill or Red's meat, but just as thick. By sitting on it, I had some control and could set the pace.
Mitch was rock hard, so I knew he was ready. I straddled him and slowly lowered myself onto his cock. His cock head was easy; the shaft was another matter all together. He was two or three inches in, when I realized he was a bit thicker that those men who had fucked me at the last meeting.
By undulating my hips I was able to lower myself onto the cock. It wasn't fast, but by the time my hip rested on his pelvis, all was well. It was a snug fit, but I liked it and Mitch was almost crying it felt so good. I was massaging his cock with my ass, masturbating him with my sphincter. I continued to undulate my hips and his cock got more and more comfortable and exciting.
"Lean forward some," Edward asked. I did. He had spread Mitch's legs and was now sucking the bear-like man's bull balls. I raised myself so only Mitch's cock-head remained in my ass. Before I had a chance to sit back on it again, Edward was there, licking the exposed shaft of Mitch's cock. As I slowly sat back, I leaned backward; the cock slipped at a different angle and made a direct hit on my prostate. Suddenly my entire weight was concentrated on my prostate, balanced on Mitch's rock hard fire-plug. It was as intense a sexual feeling as I had ever experienced.
I don't know exactly what happened next. I was pretty much out of it, but Lou and Martin reappeared. I know I shot off, and got off Mitch's cock as I shot. He popped too, spraying my ass with his cum. Martin cleaned up my cum which had sprayed all over my hairy chest. Lou ate Mitch's cum, trying to get his tongue deep into my ass. He didn't want to miss any of his friend's seed.