Grizzlies and Geezers
Part 12
By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com
This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. These are all new stories. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments.
Larry was excited. I stroked his cock too.
"I told you Tommy was friendly," Wayland said.
"Yes he is." Larry said.
"Is this a set up?" I asked.
"I guess you could say that," Wayland said. "When I got back in touch with Larry we messed around some, but I figured we needed a pro to help us."
"I'm not sure I like that," I said.
"It my fault, I'm afraid," Larry said. "When Wayland and I got together again, I loved it, but I felt really uncomfortable afterward. Guilty I guess. Wayland said I needed to talk with you. He said you're comfortable with . . ."
"Man to man sex?" I said, completing his sentence.
"I'm actually embarrassed to even say it," Larry said sheepishly.
I smiled. "We all tend to act the way we were brought up," I said. "Sometimes it's hard to make peace with your cock."
"What do you mean?" Larry asked.
"I don't know about your family, but in mine, sex was never mentioned," I said. "It was a shock when I discovered you could do anything with my cock other than piss through it. When I shot off the first time it was so good, I knew it had to be bad, very, very bad!"
Larry and Wayland laughed. "I thought I had the only family like that," Wayland said.
"My parents were nice people, just a bit up tight," I said laughing too. "Mom and Dad never mentioned sex. I really didn't know what had happened or what to do about it. There was no real sex education in school, so I was on my own."
"No older brother to fill you with misinformation?" Larry asked. "My brother fell for every old wife's tale there was."
"No, I'm the oldest and I hung out with the good kids. What sex ed there was consisted of how not to get a girl pregnant," I said. "That wasn't a problem for me. I never was interested in girls."
"To tell you the truth, I wasn't much interested either," Larry said. "I don't think I knew there was an alternative. By the time I got old enough to find out about the alternative, I was dating girls hot and heavy. I was captain of the football team. They threw themselves at me."
"I was president of the Honor Society," I said. "No problem with honor society groopies!"
"The hormonal rush of youth and the urge to have sex kept me straight," Larry said. He glanced at Wayland. "Mostly. When I got older, the desire to women diminished. Oddly I found myself thinking about men. I didn't do anything about it. I sure liked the trips to the heath club and the showers, but I didn't do anything."
"I bet you got really interested in keeping fit?" Wayland suggested. Larry nodded. Wayland smiled. "I did too, I don't think I even admitted to myself how much I liked the showers."
"I've noticed there are a lot of people who are sex obsessed. Isn't it odd, a man can be an absolute piece of shit, but as long as he's straight and screws his wife once a year, he's just fine," I remarked. "Being kind, honest, generous and public spirited is nothing if you're gay or had a fling. To some, the only real sin is sex, everything else can be forgiven."
"You're right about that," Larry said.
"My Grandparents were religious, but for them the worst sin was being sanctimonious and pompous. Grandpa was always wary of people who made a big show," I remarked. "Grandma was a sweet woman. She felt if you had to tell people you were a Christian, you were doing something wrong. You shouldn't need to be told."
"It's funny, but I can't be comfortable in have sex with someone who isn't into it," I said. "It doesn't have to be exactly 50/50, but if my partner isn't having a good time, I can't enjoy it. Still, I can't see how sharing a sexual experience with another guy can be a sin. If my cock can give him pleasure and he enjoys mine, where's the problem?"
"That makes sense to me," Wayland replied. I stroked Larry's cock again.
"Cocks excite me," I said. "You can't get more feeling per inch in a cock then any other part of the anatomy."
"I thought the brain is the biggest sex organ?" Larry said.
"You need to meet Mark and Catfish," I replied. Wayland almost doubled up in laughter. Larry looked puzzled. I explained, "Catfish and Larry are two horse hung friends of ours. Maybe the brain is the biggest sex organ, but it's damn hard to suck off a brain. Although, if it oozed pre cum and shot off spunk, I might give it a try."
"You like cum?" Larry asked.
"I sure do," I replied. "It's the mark of a job well done."
"I'm uneasy about sex. It's great while you are doing it, but afterwards it's different, Larry said.
"I used to be that way," I said. "I like to be in control, and when you're climaxing there's no control at all. There's no way to hide it from your partner. When you see it spurt or taste the cum, there no way to hide what the other guys is feeling. I don't know about you, but in my family, men aren't supposed to show their feelings. When I was a kid, I didn't know if anyone else felt the way I did, or as much as I did."
"I had a friend a year younger than me in high school." I continued. "We messed around some. We had a good ten minutes of promising one another we wouldn't tell what we were doing before we got down to business. He introduced me to cock sucking. He had never done it either, but he had heard about it and we figured it out. I was afraid he'd tell what I had done, never thinking he was doing the same to me."
"We use to pretend we were drunk," Wayland said.
"You mean you weren't drunk?" Larry said in mock shock.
"Not that drunk," Wayland added. "I think Tommy's right. It's hard to let go and just enjoy yourself. I had a guy, Donnie, who worked form me. We always said he let his cock do his thinking for him. Looking back, he may have had the right idea. I might have had a lot more enjoyment in my life if I had let my cock take the lead."
"Was Donnie gay?" Larry asked.
"I think he was omni sexual. If you could fuck it, he'd try it," Larry said. "He was so open about it and a bit of a character, the other men accepted him. He had some funny stories of his adventures. The guys use to joke about him, but underneath it all we were a bit jealous."
We were all sitting on the edge of the tub now. I got back into the water an began sucking Larry's cock. If oozing precum was a sign of a job well done, I was a master at inducing sexual excitement.
"Let's get out of the water and get down to business," Wayland said. A minute later we were all on Larry's bed, linked cock to mouth. Larry hesitated a second before he sucked my cock. I knew he was uneasy. Once he got it in his mouth, he successfully deep throated it. There is nothing like a convert.
I got to suck Larry again later. His cock was an uncut, kosher dill with a small head and a thick shaft which diminished in size as it vanished into his pubic bush. It was as if he had a natural cock ring. His foreskin was thick and plentiful, a size or two bigger than he needed. His shaft was rock hard, but cushioned in the skin. When we took a breathing break, I asked him if he had any trouble keeping his cock hard.
"Actually I have the opposite problem," he said. "It takes forever to go down, even after I've shot off. My wife hated that and made me pull out. I use to go to the bathroom and jerk off to get it to go down."
"Be still my heart!" I exclaimed. "Have you fucked a guy before?"
"Nope," Larry replied. "Are you making an offer?"
I smiled at him. Wayland had a tube of lubricant and he spread some on Larry's cock and put some on his hand so he could lubricate my hole.
"Are you sure you want me to do this?" Larry asked. "We hardly know each other."
I smiled. "Don't worry. I promise not to get pregnant." I was on the edge of the bed. Larry raised my legs onto his shoulders. He looked uncertain about what to do. "Spread my legs and open the hole," I said. "Just aim for the middle and push."
"Hard?" Larry asked.
"Just hard enough," I replied. He pushed. Nothing happened. "Pump it."Larry did as I instructed. He pumped three or four times and suddenly my sphincter gave way. His cock went into the hilt.
"Shit, that's good!" Larry cried. "Fucking tight!" If Larry had been uncomfortable in anticipation, as soon as he was in my ass he was downright enthusiastic. After a dozen or so thrusts, I got pretty enthusiastic too.
Larry had a spectacular cock for fucking. My sphincter clamped tight on his thick skin. It held the skin tight, but the shaft was free to move. The cock was rock hard and I will swear it must have grown as it entered my ass. He was an aggressive and almost rough fucker, but the skin cushioned the impact. After a few minutes of hard thrusting, Larry slowed down.
"Are you doing all right?" Larry asked.
"I sure am," I replied.
"I'm doing fucking great!" Larry exclaimed. " I had no idea guys were so tight. My cock has never felt so good."
"Are you getting close?"
"That's why I slowed up," he said. "You really like it?" Larry gave me a few hard thrusts and slowed again. "I could do this for hours."
"Be my guest," I replied. Larry continued and it got better and better. He got close to shooting and pulled out. Wayland was inspired and filled my hole. His cock slid in easily. Wayland was excited and after a few minutes he shot off. Pulling out, he shot a few volleys of cum over my chest.
"Damn, that hot," Larry exclaimed.
"Do you mind using Wayland's cum as lube?" I asked. Larry smiled and shoved his cock in my hole again. I think Wayland's deposit turned him on. He made three hard thrusts and shot off too. He made a deep growling sound as he unloaded. Larry slowed and I squeezed my ass to milk the last drops of cum from his cock. He was done, but his cock was still hard.
He tentatively began to pump again. Our eyes met and he realized it was okay. He began to pump again.
"Slippery enough?" I asked.
"Damn yes, I never used cum as lubricant before," Larry replied. He continued to fuck until he shot off a second time. We all rested on the bed and recovered.
"You haven't shot off yet?" Larry asked.
"Not yet," I said, "but I had a good time."
"You like to get fucked?"
"You couldn't tell?" I replied. Larry smiled.
"I guess I did," he replied. "What does it feel like?"
"What?"
"Getting fucked. Having a cock up your ass? Did you like it when you first did it?"
"It's different for every man, but for me it's more intense than any other sexual activity. It's sort of like jerking off, but from the inside. My prostate is really sensitive. When a cock rubs it, the feedings are incredible," I explained. "I like it well enough to try it again."
Larry was silent for a few seconds. "Do you think I'd like it?" he asked.
"There's only one way to find out," I replied. "You're interested, aren't you?" Larry glanced at Wayland, swallowed then replied, "Yes."
"Want to give it a try?"
"I guess I do," Larry said. "I don't believe how horny I am. To tell you the truth, I'm hot to trot." He looked at Wayland. I knew he was uneasy about being fucking in front of an old friend. "Do you mind, Wayland?"
"Hell no," Wayland said emphatically. "I wouldn't mind popping your nut myself, but it might be a long wait. It'll take a while for me to recover from that last climax. If you don't mind my thick fingers, I'd be glad to open you up for Tommy. Lie back and spread wide." No one asked if I was interested. I hadn't shot off and I was steel hard, so they jumped to the right assumption.
Larry got back on the bed and spread his legs. Wayland put some lubricant on his finger and touched Larry's ass. Larry shivered.
"This is going to be nice, easy and cool," Wayland said. "I never thought about anal until I met Tommy. I didn't think of the asshole as a sex organ. I don't know if it's the hole, or the prostate inside that rings his chimes, but something is really good." As he said that, Wayland stopped fingering around Larry's hole and eased his thick, working man's finger in to the hole. I saw him reaching for Larry's prostate.
There was no question when Wayland found it. Larry moaned in pleasure. The moan contained a hint of the deep grown he had made when he climaxed. The prostate was in good working condition. Wayland pressed then organ a few more times. Larry growled again.
"That's it Larry, lie back and let nature take it course." Wayland said. He pulled his finger out and added more lubricant. "Tommy's a big boy, so I'm going to work another finger in. Maybe a few fingers. I want you to be wide open." He easily worked two fingers into Larry's hole. Larry moaned again.
"I've got a finger on each side of Larry's prostate and I'm squeezing it," Wayland said. "He's nice and ripe." He continued to massage Larry's ass, then moved him over to the edge of the bed. I got Larry's legs on my shoulders and placed my cock head at his asshole. He moaned again.
"We're former Marines, just shove it in." Wayland said. I pushed and Larry's ass all but swallowed my cock. It took me a good five or six seconds before I realized Larry was a born bottom. He turned into 220 pounds of quivering, sexually charged jelly. Larry was in heaven.