Grizzlies and Geezers
Part 13
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.
It was a surprise to me discovering Larry was a born bottom. It was much more of a surprise to Larry. I don't think he had any idea, or even a hint he would like it. He didn't like it; he loved it. It's not every day a middle-aged man discovers an entirely new source of pleasure, one he hadn't even suspect existed and certainly not in his ass.
It was so unexpected Larry didn't have time to think it out and formulate a proper way to respond. When my cock rammed his prostate for the first time, he could only show pure emotion and pleasure.
Years ago I had known a man who loved man sex, but was never quite able to admit it. Jerry was a good-looking man and as horny as a goat most of the time. He loved sex, but his vision of being a man didn't include admitting he liked it. His cock would be hard as a rock and oozing pre cum by the bucketful, but he pretended to be uninterested. How a man can be having a ball-draining orgasm and still pretend he's "not into it" still astonishes me.
Jerry was a nice guy, but he had trouble keeping a boyfriend. I had a suspicion Larry might have been like Jerry, but he was caught completely off guard and was in ecstasy before he had a chance to collect himself.
Larry's ass was tight and quivering. I got carried away with the excitement and shot off quickly. Wayland was watching from the sidelines and was more than ready to help out after I came. His cock was thicker than mine and easily slipped in Larry's cum lubricated ass. I hadn't thought Larry could have gotten any more into it than he was with me. Wayland's thick meat drove him crazy. After ten or twelve minutes of heavy pounding, Larry popped. One volley actually hit the ceiling.
His orgasm set Wayland off. He pulled out of Larry's hole and sprayed his friend with man seed. We all collapsed on the bed to catch our breath. It had been a wild scene.
"Is it always that good?" Larry asked.
"If you're lucky it is," I said. "I can't guarantee it, but most of the time it's damn good."
"I had no idea," Larry whispered. "What were you hitting? I've never felt anything like this before."
"The magic nut, your prostate." Wayland said. "Tommy says it's the stealth sex organ. You don't always hit the bull's eye, but I think both Tommy and I hit it head on. You were really going."
"I'm sorry. . ." Larry murmured. "I didn't mean too. . ."
"Larry, were here for pleasure, yours and ours." I said.
"You know, there are worse things in life than giving a friend pleasure," Wayland said. "Larry, you and I were brought up the same way. We were supposed to be macho. We weren't to show emotion. My dad thought showing your feelings was a sign of weakness. I think he was dead wrong. Letting yourself enjoy life, and sex, is fine in my book."
"I sure enjoyed it, but it does seem strange," Larry said. "Damn, I loved it." He was leaning back so I reached over and worked a finger into his ass.
"Don't do that," he moaned, "I'm embarrassed."
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," Wayland said. "Just relax and let your body enjoy." As I fingered Larry's ass his cock grew. When it was fully erect, Wayland coated it in lube, straddled him and sat on it. It slid in easily and Wayland, who had been tense, relaxed.
"Oh baby," Larry cried. We had all just shot off, but we were back at it. Over the next few hours we explored all the various combination and permutations possible with three cocks, three ass holes and three horny men. We tried doggy style, sideways and even formed a short daisy chain. Wayland fucked Larry as Larry humped me. Clearly, Larry made peace with his prostate. As long as there was a cock in his ass and it was touching the little organ, Larry was in heaven.
When we left to return to Richmond that night I almost felt guilty leaving him with his ass empty. He liked it that much. Wayland asked Larry to come and visit Richmond and arranged to get together the next weekend.
The next week was quiet. Mark was off doing seminars in the tidewater area, so it was me and Elmer alone. I was getting along well with him now. Elmer was intelligent, but badly educated. They changed my medication and I had a bad time adjusting. I was confused and became indecisive. Elmer noticed that and called the doctor and got things straightened out, but it took three days.
Normally, I cooked, since Elmer was the worst cook I had ever encountered. I couldn't do it during the confused period and Elmer took charge of the cooking. Wally, the organist stopped by to say hello and found Elmer turning a steak into and Old Testament style burned sacrifice. Wally threw it out and made dinner, then gave Elmer some cooking lessons.
I'm usually laid back and tolerant, but Wally was an organist and choir director. Elmer told him he was just a bad cook. Wally had no tolerance for what he regarded as a lame excuse.
Wally dropped in the next morning at breakfast and made Elmer cook scrambled eggs the right way, then reappeared at dinner with his partner, the Captain, and made Elmer fix dinner in an edible fashion. Wally was use to being obeyed and while Elmer groused some, he did what he was told. Even in my slightly confused state, I noticed Elmer was taken with the Captain.
The next day we went over to Wally's for dinner. It was just the four of us and I saw Elmer was more than just a bit taken by Wally's partner. The Captain was smaller than Wally, but more muscular and distinctly military in bearing. Wally was taller and more massive.
Apparently it was the Captain's day to cook and he took Elmer to the kitchen to help as I talked with Wally. We had a nice chat. Looking back, I think he was in contact with Mark and my doctor and he was checking me out. My reactions were close to normal again and I was nice to have a conversation on music and Wally's most recent performances. Elmer was good about NASCAR but not much else.
"Dinner is served," Elmer announced, doing an imitation of an English butler in a grade B movie. We went into the dining room and sat down to a simple, but impressive dinner. Elmer had made the salad and an interesting vegetable dish. They looked good and tasted great. He was proud of them, and the Captain was looking at him as if he was a prize winning student.
The Captain was in charge of training EMTs for the state and he knew how to motivate men to produce what he wanted. Wally was a harsh taskmaster, but generous in praise when you did well. Elmer was a happy guy.
After dinner we went to the cupola at the tope of the house and watched the sun set over the James. It was hot but breezy there. The Captain stripped off his shirt and Elmer looked as if he had died and gone to heaven.
"We have a very informal dress code up here," the Captain said, "I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all," Elmer said. "Get as informal as you like." With that comment the Captain dropped his pants and was nude. We all stripped. It felt good to feel the warm air against out bodies. Elmer was half hard.
"Are you guys lovers?" Elmer asked.
"We sure are," the Captain replied. "We've been together for 12 years or so." He reached over and stroked Elmer to full erection.
"We like to have fun, as you may have guessed," Wally said. "Let me warn you, though, the Captain likes to top when he gets excited. Is that a problem?"
Elmer smiled. "I seriously doubt that's going to be a problem at all," he replied. He slipped to the floor and started sucking then Captain's cock. Wally and I were on the sofa-like bench by the window 69ing. Wally and I were friends and it was pleasant more than passionate. I was mellow more than horny. Wally seemed the same way.
I didn't expect to shoot off, but when I did it a slow motion orgasm, with well-spaced ejaculations. I didn't have time to warn Wally, but he didn't mind. He took it all and nursed the last drops from my cock. I dozed off.
When I woke up, Wally, the Captain and Elmer were deep into it. As I would have guessed, the Captain was deep into Elmer's ass. I didn't expect Elmer to be fucking Wally. All three were enjoying it.
"If you want this to last, you'd better slow up!" Elmer cried.
"Sorry, I'm well beyond the point of no return," the Captain said. He gave several hard thrusts. He tensed up and yelled, "Thar she blows!" Elmer shivered and jerked. They had a chain reaction orgasm. You could sense the cum shooting from one man into the next. Wally didn't shoot. As soon as they broke apart, Wally rolled Elmer over and shoved his cock into Elmer's ass. He made maybe six almost brutal thrust and shot off.
I was afraid that might be too much for Elmer. Elmer stared at Wally's cum slicked cock and said one word, "desert!" He told me before he liked sloppy seconds and he proved it. He acted like a kid with his first sucker, flavored by the Captain and Wally's man seed.
We went home. "You know, I wasn't so sure about Wally, but he's a really nice guy, once you get to know him," Elmer commented.
"I bet you say that about every guy who fucks you," I said.
"Not every guy," Elmer replied. "Most, I admit, but not every guy. You know I didn't expect him to bend over and open up the way he did. Nice and friendly."
"He rammed you pretty hard, didn't he?"
"He sure did. I had just given his prostate a cum bath. It was his turn." Elmer answered. "Fair is fair." Elmer was certainly right about that.
Larry didn't visit us on the weekend. He had a business emergency and went to New York. I wondered if he was getting cold feet. The next week was a good one for me. I went back to work part time. It was very part time, two afternoons a week advising several graduate students on their research. At first they were studying me, all three were interested in brain damage. I soon realized they were the best and the brightest and working with them was a joy.
I had been out of commission for months, but back in the academic environment, some things fell back into play quickly. I had motor skill problems, but most of my mind was still there. Expressing some of my thoughts was difficult some times. My tongue didn't seem to be obedient. I had fully formed thoughts which could not be expressed easily in language.
The brightest of the bright was a grad student named Earnest Sutherland. He was a geek's geek. Diminutive, he was about 4'-6", balding, thin and brilliant. Earnest had been working on human growth, for obvious reasons. He theorized humans have far more brain capacity than we need, and in the case of brain damage one needed to find alterative paths to replace those injured. His interests were more therapeutic than theoretical. My doctors were trying to regrow damaged parts of the brain. Earnest was re training.
He was interested in multiple choice tests. If you could not express your feelings or ideas, he thought you might be able to identify them. He was into computers and binary language and suspected a simple true-false situation might work for those for whom multiple choice was too difficult. Earnest felt once you got into the swing of true-false choices, your brain would respond and eventually you could pick up the speed and eventually achieve adequate communication.
For the scheme to work well, it would be best if those who knew the patient best were involved. Since they knew the person, they could automatically rule out some options. Earnest came home with me after a class to meet Mark and Elmer.
Mark was home and the two were quite a pair. Mark was almost two feet taller than Earnest. They burst out laughing when they saw each other. Earnest did not suffer from small man complex. They got along well.
Elmer came got home from his class, saw Earnest and gasped. "Cousin Ernie, what in hell are you doing here?" he asked.
"Shit!" Earnest said. "How are you doing, Elmer? I didn't know you had escaped form the Hollow."
"You guys know each other?" Mark said, stating the obvious.
"We're cousins," Earnest said. "I hate having all this evidence of our family's preference for intermarriage showing up." At first I thought the two men didn't get along. Soon it was clear this was their normal banter.
"I got the height in the family, Ernie got the smarts," Elmer replied.
"Which is more useful?" Mark asked.
"It depends how much you need to get that can on the top shelf," Earnest replied. "Damn, it's a small world."
"Smaller for you than for me," Earnest retorted.
"Boys, boys, let's stop this bickering!" Mark interjected. They both laughed.
"You can't believe how much you sound like my mother," Elmer said. I was tired after my half day of work, so I went off and took a nap. They were talking as I left. I was more tired than I had thought. When I woke up an hour and a half later, the house was quiet. I took a shower and went into the hall. Mark's door was open. Inside I saw Earnest, naked, skewered on Mark's monster. His eyes were closed and he was obviously taking it like a trooper. The small man had a more than full sized cock. As he bounced on Mark's love pole, Earnest's cock shot off like a Roman candle. It was a real ball drainer.
Opening his eyes he saw me. "Oh shit," he said.
I smiled. "Been there, done that and bought the souvenir tee shirt." I said. "And, I might add, more than willing to do it again. I hope Mark told you we are open minded here."
"He did, but I wasn't sure I believed him," Earnest said.
"Where is Elmer?" I asked.
"Making dinner," Mark said. I left them and went to the kitchen. Elmer was trying out one of the Captain's meals. His approach to cooking had changed since our dinner at Wally's. Changed for the better.
"Your cousin seems to be getting along well with Mark," I said.
"He's a friendly guy," Elmer said. "Smart as a whip. I was worried there might not be any room for his internal organs if Mark fucked him, but that seemes to have worked out well. He's small, but he's a trooper."
"He seems to share your family's sexual tastes," I said.
"That he does," Elmer said.