It happened in the Park By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers do 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.
In the summer I often take a long walk in the evening before the sun sets. I went Mulberry Park on the river's edge. Most of Mason City parks are mown grass and playing fields. Mulberry Park is almost fully wooded and rustic. I knew it was a gay pick-up place. I am gay, but I was in the post AIDS generation, and I was not into random pick-ups.
Suddenly there were sirens. Apparently, something happened in the park and the police were everywhere. I was on the edge of the park, near a street. A car stopped and the driver yelled, "Do you need a ride home?" I said yes and got in the car.
"The police are restless tonight," the man said as we drove away.
"Did something happen?" I asked. I told him my name was Steve. I was a loan officer in a bank. I was the low man on the totem pole, but I was also good judge of character. After working there for three years, executives noticed that and I was promoted to commercial loans.
"No, this is a gay pickup place. Officially the police can't just randomly raid gay places. It just happens that they pick gay places for "Training Exercises." For your information I am Harry, and I am gay. I am coming home from a meeting on the other side of the river. Your virtue is not in danger."
"That's the story of my life," I said. I was so disoriented I have no idea why I said that. I apologized to him.
The man laughed. "I am an old guy. For a moment I thought I got lucky! All those sirens tend to confuse." He said.
"I knew it was a gay pick-up place, I should have been more careful," I said.
"You get a better quality of men and the Golden Bar & Grill, or the Top Hat Restaurant. Get a table for one and wait for the invitation," he said. "They cater to a higher quality of men. They get to know you before they sample your sperm."
"No one has ever done that with me. I went to college in my hometown and lived with my mom. Paying for college was tight. Sex, gay or heterosexual, was not in the cards. She died right after graduation. I was the first person in my family to go to college." We talked a while and then he left me off at my apartment.
A week later I went to the Golden Bar for dinner and saw Harry with an older man. He came over to me and asked me to join him and his friend. I said yes and joined them. His friend was Malcomb and was a retired banker. The food was Italian and good, very good.
Harry went off to the men's room. I later found out that Malcomb's family had founded the bank I worked for. He described himself as well off. Malcomb told me Harry introduced him to gay sex and changed his life.
"Harry is a born teacher, a professor at the university. He introduced me to gay sex. I knew how to suck and fuck. He showed me how to do it right." Malcomb said in a whisper, "For him working his cock into an ass is an art form. His cum is a magic probe, bathing your ass in his sperm is as wonder. His cock is big, but eventually it will become a part of you."
We finished dinner. Henry drove me home but we went to Henry's apartment instead. My sex life was limited. I had a little fun with a neighbor, and I had been sort of sucked by a guy at college in the showers. Someone came in and we quickly left. I never tried it again. When we stripped, I saw that Henry was in good shape for a man of his age. He told me to relax and let him work his magic. I had no idea what he would do, but I tend to do what I am told to do. To be strictly truthful, I noticed Harry was well equipped and I wanted to see what his cock looked like hard. In retrospect, being interested in the size of a man's cock may well be one of the prime indicators of being gay.
Henry took my cock into his mouth. Mine wasn't as big as his was, but the seemed quite enthusiastic about it. I now know that is another indicator of being gay. In my shower adventure, my friend had got my head in his mouth, but it was still covered by the foreskin. Harry pushed back the foreskin and licked my cock head. It was tender and incredibly pleasurable.
A little later Henry's tongue licked my piss slit before his tongue explored the slit. I thought he was licking my piss. I now know he was after my precum. I also now know my cock was preparing for an orgasm.
Harry took a breather. "Relax and let your cock do your thinking for you. It knows what to do." He said.
"What if I don't like it," I said.
"That is no problem. Malcom and I had some fun this afternoon," he said. "There is almost no chance you will not like what I am going to do. I can tell you there is little chance for you to not worry. That is normal, that is the kind of man you are."
"I am sorry about that," I said.
"That was not a complaint or an insult. You were born a cautious man. That is a gift, not a problem," he said with a smile. I can all but guarantee you will like this. I am noted for massive orgasms. You can spit out the overflow." He returned to sucking me.
I didn't know what would happen but it and everything was wonderful. I didn't know it was possible to feel so much. I felt a little like a cave man who just discovered fire. It was all new, all wonderful. I discovered what a cock was made for. I swallowed and savored it all even though I didn't need to swallow. He stopped shooting and we calmed down.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I am a lot more that okay," I said. "Is it always this good?
"That depends on the person," Henry said. "I am pretty sure it will be good for you."
"Can you put your cock into my mouth again?" I asked.
"I can, but I might shoot off again," he said.
"I was hoping you would say that." I said as his cock slid into my mouth.
"I admit, I feel like a young man again exploring my first virgin," he said. "I assume you guessed that I am experienced, and you took my load as trooper. I would like to do this and many other things. Is that possible for you? Of course, my mouth was full, but he and I knew the answer. He shot off a second time.
We broke apart and talked. His hand stayed toward my ass. Somehow he had lubricated his fingers and he played with my hole.
"Are you okay?" He asked. "Your ass is tight."
"It's a turn-on but your cock is huge. I don't think it will fit," I said.
"If I told you I can deal with that, would you be willing?" he asked. Henry looked at me and smiled. I wasn't too sure about that, but I told him I wanted it in me. That was when I realized my ability to play hard-to-get was all but nonexistent.
"You may be too tight, but we will see,' he said. "Being a good sport is a good sign. For your information pain is not a turn on for me. I am an ultra-vanilla, fucker. I love to shoot off in a well lubricated ass. I am an old guy, but it still excites me."
It was late and I went home after that. I hoped he was serious about his desire to fuck me. Somehow, I could only think how much his cum excited me. I knew some guys did that, but I never thought I would do it myself.
A few days later he called me. Harry invited me to a little weekend get together at his place in the Catskills. I asked if it involved sex. He laughed and said of course it did.
"I would like that," I said.
"That is good." He said. "I was afraid our meeting last week turned you off."
"In spite of my worries, it was wonderful, and I think about it every time I have a spare moment," I said. "I had no idea eating a man's cum would turn me on so much." On Friday night Malcolm and his chauffeur picked me up and took to the cottage. The chauffeur, Ernesto, was invited to the party too.
The house was a granite cottage of granite boulders and a roof of slate. Henry greeted me and introduced his guests, Darren, Holcroft, Bruce and Emile. Darren was a well-known, high fashion designer and Holcroft was a recently retired newscaster. Bruce was probably a weigh lifter or wrestler. Emile was wearing a chef's cap and must have been a cook.
I want to introduce you to Steve. He is a new friend." Harry said. "Just because he is new it doesn't mean he is tonight's main course! I also just discovered Darren won a major award, so he deserves congratulations. Holcroft just retired, and the First Lady will be wearing his gowns at a State Banquet. Life has been good to us."
We went in for dinner which was spectacular. While the men were greatly varied, they were all easy to talk to. Darren's mother had recently died. We joked that my mother and his must mother have secretly been sisters. They were very much alike. Holcroft told me that the first night of Harry's weekend usually ended with a friendly exchange of bodily fluids. "Does that offend you? It is not a rule, it just tends to happen. I am an old newsman. Guys looking for a break in the business used to line up to take my cum. Those are the Glory days now."
"I could probably help you with that," I said.
"I shoot a big load. I make a mess," he said.
"I am a neat freak. I will do my best to clean up," I said. We both laughed. "Do you swallow?" he asked. I nodded.
After dinner we sat on the wrap around porch. The men began to strip. Harry was a good host, so he was attentive to all his guests. I talked with Darren and somehow, he began sucking my cock. Soon I was sucking his. I was sort of planning to stop sucking when he shot off. His cock drool had a slightly different flavor than Harry's but it was good.
I shot off when he popped. He and I both wanted every drop of semen stored in our balls. It wasn't exactly crazed, but it was through. Then Holcroft came over, kissed me and sampled the semen in my mouth. Harry kissed Daren and shared what remained of my semen.
I realized that before the weekend was over, Harry would fuck me and most of the men at the party would either have cum in me, or would sample theirpals' cum from my ass. That seemed natural and right. I wondered if my sphincter would be able to hold in the freshly deposited sperm. I wondered if my sperm leaking ass would attract a tongue greedily eating the sperm or would it attract another cock, pushing the sperm into the deepest part of my ass.
I never answered any of these questions. I just enjoyed the sensations and let them flow over me. It was beautiful.
The next morning was beautiful. I took a stroll around a little pond, and ran into a family of deer. The area was posted so the deer were unworried by my presence. Back at the house breakfast was ready. We had what my father called a real breakfast. I normally had a glass of orange juice and an English Muffin in the morning.
Earnesto, the chauffeur gave a tour of the property. While he was Mexican, he knew the local flora and fauna of the property. The morning was spent admiring the property, the afternoon was focused on sex. The guests had a common interest in gay sex, but had different skill levels.
Henry was our host and I soon realized he was focused on the exchange of sperm. He saw sperm as a bond that connected men intimately. In some ways it was like the Indian Blood Brother tradition. I had been a cub scout and was impressed. Taking a cock briefly worried me. A minute or two later I wondered what that it would feel like. I wanted to enjoy the men, and I hoped that would be good.
I looked at Henry and the men at the party. I wondered how soon I would intimately know the feel of their cocks entering me. In a few minutes Harry and Ernesto were naked. Ten minutes later we were all naked and at least semi-erect.
I was soon on the floor and Ernesto was holding my legs open exposing my asshole. Much to my surprise, I was excited seeing Henry's cock was covered in lubricant and his cock head was at my asshole.
"I never know if I should shove into a man in a grand gesture, or if I should it in gradually. That is always a problem, but somehow, I always make the right decision," he said.
"Do I have a choice," I asked. A split second later his cock filled my ass. That was a surprise, and in a few minutes later I knew it was the right decision.
A little later Harry carefully eased his cock into my ass. It is hard to overstate how odd this was. I was naked in front of a group of men I barely knew. I was fully erect, defenseless and a man was holding my legs open, so my cock and my ass were fully open for use. Another man was shoving his large, erect cock into my ass. I was surrounded by naked, erect men who liked the view.
Henry's cock head vanished into my ass.
I loved it.
Somehow, I immediately knew my life was incomplete without a cock exploring my ass. Henry looked happy as his cock slid deeper into my ass. I went into what may have been a sexually induced trance. I woke out of trance when I felt his sperm flooding the deepest part of my rectum. I was suddenly transmitted to my childhood getting just what I wanted on Christmas morning. Henry was Santa and I took his gift seven or eight inches up my ass. It was beautiful.
Eventually every man in the group visited my ass and left a quivering gift of sperm in me. Holcomb later told me that I remained receptive and responsive to each man's cock. I was excited each time the thrill of penetration turned into an orgasm.
That evening we had a bar-b-que dinner followed by a sexual evening. This time men opened their asses for me. I loved connecting with them. I came several times, but everyone at least got some of my post orgasmic drool.
I slept well and when I took my morning shower, Henry helped me dry off. "Feeling good? Any regrets?" he asked.
I smiled and said all was well.
"My friends need to get back to the city. Did you enjoy them?" he asked.
"I did, but they weren't as good as you," I said.
He smiled. "My cock is longer and thicker than theirs. You love big ones. They all liked you and you liked them. That is good. You are new to the mysteries of man-on-man sex. Few if any men scientifically study men's sexual response. Why would an inch or so more cock in an ass make a difference? Why would an intelligent man like you crave sex with a group of all-but strangers? You are a young man. I am older and Daren and Holcroft are older than me. I have a feeling that just knowing you might have added to their lifespan knowing they might fuck you again."
"That is going too far!" I said. Harry just smiled.
A week later I ran into Holcomb and went home with him. I assumed we would screw some, and I was right. Holcomb has a friend, Douglass, visiting him. He was older than Holcomb and had a male nurse, Felix, taking care of him. It took me a few minutes to recognize Douglass as Douggie Dew, once the star of the Morning Dew Show, a news and talk show for many years.
I said I was amazed he was still alive. Douglas laughed, "I am more amazed than you!" he said with a laugh. "You may not believe that Holcomb was a young boy-toy when we met. I knew I would get older, but this is ridiculous. I am still alive."
It turned out that Earnesto told Felix about my sexual abilities, and he wanted to sample them. I wasn't sure about that but when Feix stripped, I changed my mind.
Felix was a good-looking man. He certainly was well above average. His cock was huge. It was a beauty. Like gay men, I was attracted to him. I realized if I didn't try to take it, I would wonder about it for the rest of my life. Looking back, I didn't consider the possibility that he would be unimpressed by my sexual skills.
Holcomb, Ernesto, Felix and I were all nude and erect by this time. A half hour later there were four loads of semen were dripping from my ass and I was still ready for more. Douggie Dew was a happy man. a day later, I was worried that I would be embarrassed by the entire episode.
Holcomb, Felix and Ernesto took Doug home and I returned to my apartment. At ten that night Felix knocked on my door. He wanted to make sure I was okay. I said it had been good. There was a briefly uncomfortable silence and I asked if there was any chance, we could do it again. Felix looked very happy.
The thrill of meeting a new man, having sex and taking his home brew is wonderful. Sex is not dignified. When I was younger, getting naked and exposing your genitals struck my as undignified. Your deep desires and wants were on display. That was made worse since I didn't acknowledge those desires and wants. Thye were my secrets, known only to me. it was difficult to open your self to sexual pleasure, especially to another man.
Of course he had the same fears. While neither admitted it, the sexual drive was too much. I didn't know that when his cockhead met my prostate all would be well. I discovered day sex with a new neighbor. He was older, maybe 50. He was mowing the lawn and was shirtless. A shirtless adult was rare, I stared. He smiled. I went over to him and said I was a neighbor three houses away. He said his lawn mower was acting up and asked if there was a place to get it tune. I told him. he said he was taking a break to get a drink and asked mt if I was thirsty.
He was wearing light weight shorts and they stuck to his cock. I stared. He noticed. Somehow, we were both naked a little later. While it wasn't love, but it rang all the bells and whistles. I sucked him, He told me I did well. I hadn't shot off. He told me that I could fuck him if I wanted, or he could suck me off. I said sucking might be good. Not only did he suck mt off, he took all my cum.
"You didn't need to do that," I said.
"Believe me when I say it was my pleasure," he said. "I haven't done a young man in years. Yours was fresh."
"Really?" I asked.
He smiled. "I had a partner for fifteen years. He could still play the virgin," he said.