Learning

Learning

By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story for adult men. It is a fantasy, no effort at showing safe sex. It is a gay story and not for people who dont want gay sex, and not for under age persons. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT DONT READ IT.

I am Bill Miller. I am very much like my name, ordinary and not memorable. I did well in school, but not exceptionally well. I had an older brother and sister. They were considered a handful. I was good. My dad once apologized for spending so little time with me. My brother and sister demanded so much time, he gave little attention to me. I told him I hadnt felt ignored, and all was well.

I did well in college and came back to my home town to teach Chemistry and Physics. One of my favorite teachers had retired and he wanted me to replace him. I took the job, but I got my own apartment. I wanted to be more independent and Mom and Dad needed a rest.

My advanced class was good, but I did well with a lower level class. Called Introductory Science, I called it How Not Blow Yourself Up. I taught science classes on Fires, Drowning and Car Accidents. These were a hit with the students. My lecture on Live Fast, Die Young and Have a Great Looking Corps, rarely resulted in an attractive corpse.

I live in an apartment owned by Mr. Don Dudley. He was a semi-retired barber. He was a nice guy, but had been in an automobile accident and had trouble getting around. It was a nice apartment and I helped him as needed.

I was taking a shower before bedtime, and heard a thud and then a cry. His bath backed up to mine. We shared a corridor to the front door so I ran over to help. He had slipped and fallen. He legs were in an odd position and he couldnt get up. I got him disentangled and out of the tub.

Don was of course naked and my towel fell off. I got him to his bed. He was not hurt, just embarrassed. He noticed I was naked.

Sorry about that, I said.

You have nothing to be sorry about. he said. Nothing at all. I noticed his cock. He was semi-hard. I assume you knew I am gay?

I nodded. Yes, thats not a problem, I said.

I give lessons, he said with a twinkle in his eye.

I did a little experimenting a while ago. I said.

Was it OK? he asked.

Yes, but no cigar. I said.

You were with the wrong man, he said. I always got repeat customers.

You need to rest, I said. Call me if there is a problem. I will check on you tomorrow morning. I left and all was well.

I checked on him the next morning. He was fine and said his friend, Randy Grant was coming over to spend the day with him, just in case. I felt good about that and went to school. I was doing my Live Fast, Die Young, lecture. I had photos of accident victims. I had permission from the victims families to use them and the students had to get permission from their parents. Several parents asked to attend the class.

One student asked if death was instantaneous. I said that the people in the front seat were killed immediately, the passengers in the rear seal were burned alive. The class did what it was supposed to. The teenagers were actually subdued, and several went home with their parents.

When I got home, I checked up on Don. He was talking with Randy. Randy was a big, muscular man who owned a car repair shop. He was semi retired and his brothers son ran the place. Randy was a rather intimating man, but had a good sense of humor. He had also been on the rescue squad for many years and though Don was fine, but was falling asleep.

As Don was leaving, we talked a little. Don and I are old friends. We used to have some fun until he got sick. He cant get it up any more. He mentioned you are well hung and he thought you were my type, he said. I tend to be direct, so if I have insulted you. I apologize.

To say I was surprised understates the case. I have played around a little. Some one whose voice was like mine said. I might be interested.

We went in my apartment. I shut the door and Don began to unbutton his shirt. I never had a type of man who interested me. I immediately knew Don was my type, muscular and hairy. I was naked and on my knees sucking his cock a minute or so later.

Its huge, I said as my lips pushed back his foreskin to suck his knob. A few seconds later I tasted his sweet cock drool. I liked that a lot.

Do you bottom? he asked.

Not yet, I said adding, Youre big.

I take my time. I ooze a lot, so I lubricate the way, he said.

Ive never had a man cum in me, I said. I want it but I am a bit afraid.

I never go too far, he said. Eventually, guys come back for more.

Do guys like your cum? I asked.

Don laughed. Usually they think they won the lottery, he said.

I had almost been fucked twice before. It was okay, but not so good as to repeat. I wasnt a virgin, but I certainly hadnt been overused. I wanted Don in me. I wanted him to like me. I didnt want to disappoint him.

I later found out that while Don wanted to fuck me, he very much didnt want to hurt me.

I soon found out that my previous anal experiences were amateurish. Don was an experienced pro. It was beautiful for me and for him.

Oddly, I didnt feel he was fucking me. My sphincter opened as if welcoming a friend. Somehow, his cock provided a missing part of my anatomy. His sperm was meant to fill my ass. Somehow I felt as if my life was complete when he ejected his sperm into my ass.

This was the beginning of a long relationship with Don and his friends. I didnt realize there were homosexual men in my home town. There was a lot of man to man sex, but it was quiet and friendly sex. The images of wild and crazy perverted gays was just that, images. While the boy will be boys attitude toward women being raped was winked at, voluntary connections with men were evil.

Don had good taste in men and was interested in cocks. He had found like minded men. Sex was a part of their life. They werent obsessive and they seemed to have their passions under control. Don introduced me to like minded men. I began to have new friends and playmates. It was good to have friend you could talk to and not be worried that you might make a slip and be in trouble.

There was another new discovery. I liked sex with men. I discovered my gay friends liked it too. This sounds silly in some ways. I hadnt been interested in sex since I didnt feel sexual attraction to women. When I discovered I liked men, I could have a sex life.

Don introduced me to his many friends and some of these included sexual connections. Gay men like gay sex. Recreational sex was fine, since the threat of pregnancy was rare in gay relationships. Meeting new people was good, but making new sexual connections was better.

Don was nearing 65 years old. He told me I need to make younger friends. He also told me he liked to watch, and asked if that was okay with me. It was.

I became close to a guy named Gordon. Gordon was a volunteer fire man and an engineer for a big engineering firm. He was a stocky, bearded man who had a well corrected cleft pallet. We were at a party at Dons house, it was getting late. Men had begun to strip, Gordon was a good looking man if you like ape-like manly men. Gordon was quiet and hung back.

What is your poison? I asked.

I like to fuck, but I can do most things, he said. He lowered his voice. I like bareback.

This may be your lucky day. I like bareback too. I said.

It might be a bit messy, Gordon said leaning close to me.

I smiled. This is your lucky day! I like to feel a guy unloading in me! I got on my back and hooked my my legs to give his a good view of my hole. Gordon was a careful man. He coated his cock with lube and positioned his cock head at my gaping hole. A minute later is was deep in me and I was a happy guy.

You can shoot quickly or take your time. I like it when a guy explores my ass for a while, I said. It turned out that Gordon had never had an extended session in a guys ass before. He loved it almost as much as I did. It was good for both of us. His first squirt was good, the second, third and forth were even better. I didnt know it could be that good. He said. I felt every shot. Are you okay?

Could you leave it in me until it goes soft. I feels so good, I said. He smiled.

He was quiet for a while then asked, Do you get to go me next?

You have to want it. Some guys have a problem having another mans sperm frolicking in their ass. I love feeling a guys sperm in them. It turns me on. Some guys dont feel that, I said.

When Gordons cock popped out of my ass, Don came over, dropped to his knees and licked my hole. I relaxed a little and some of Gordons cum drooled out.

Don looked at me, said, High Test, and licked it up. Licked is not exactly the right word. He tongue fucked my hole to get Gordons deposit.

Sometimes Don likes a mans special brew, I said. Gordon relocated so he could suck my cock again. All was well.

A few days later I realized I now had several sex buddies who were more than that. Some call that friends with benefits. I preferred being plan old good friends. These were guys I could talk to and have serious conversation. They also realized I was a teacher, and privacy was a must. They knew that when talking to a gay friend that I was a great bottom.

There were other gay men in town and I was surprised when I met them. One of my friends said he had a fried who I might like. I was familiar with stories like this and had little luck. Friends of friends typically wanted a blow job with no reciprocation. A pal said a guy had lost his long term partner and was despondent. Life wasnt worth living for him. I said I would talk to him.

He was Reverend Billy, the towns fire-breathing anti-gay, anti-everything evangelist. I was shocked, but my family brought me up right. I couldnt be rude to a guest. Billy was a wreck. I offered him coffee and he sat down.

My only friends in the world, Johnny Dennis, died. he said. I knew Dennis was his church organist. I was not surprised at that. Apparently Billy thought his pals were exempt from death. I almost laughed, but my parents rules came to the fore. Never make fun of a person in distress.

Apparently he believed that his pal was exempt the rules of nature. We talked for a while, I felt sorry for him. Dennis had been a top and I agreed to do a farewell fuck for the departed lover. This was strange, but I didnt come close to knowing how strange. Dennis apparently had a small cock, and rarely shot off.

The second my cock entered Billys ass it encountered needy, but all but unused nerves. Billy had no idea he could feel. His tight ass stimulated my cock and I fucked Billy to heaven and back a few times. Technically, I fucked him for a half hour or so.

I was surprised that while Billy wasnt well equipped, his ass was tight and responsive. In spite of myself I had a good time. Billy had a wonderful time. He all but went crazy when he felt my sperm filling his ass. As soon as I flooded his ass, he tightened his rectum grabbing my cock as I fed him. When we were done, he asked if he had to burn his sheets. He didnt want any of hid Flock to see the sperm residue. I told him sperm was 100% natural and soap would solve the problem.

Too weeks later he went on a vacation to find himself. He vanished and never returned. Much to my surprise the bank account was full. He was a fake, and a user, but not a thief.

My class on how to avoid death using science was noticed. Poor students may have low IQs, poor, non supportive parents, or be jerks. Several got into it. My students often improved and some did well. The state contacted me to develop my class as a statewide program. My school liked that a lot. I gave lectures around the state on the class and how to get students to get interested in science.

In the more distant school, I would need to spend the night. My circle of gay friends had friends who could provide overnight accommodation. Don was a retired coach with many connections. Gordon had many connections to fire departments.

I was giving a talk in the evening to a school board in a town 200 miles away. I was staying with Bert Smithson, the treasurer of the Volunteer Fire Department. He had been a regular member but had badly broken his wrist and lost full use. He was an accountant in his day job. He was fifty or so, big and bearded. My talk was well received by the board.

I had been to dinner with some of the department members and then went home to Berts house. He knew Don and Gordon. I said they were good guys and fun to be with. Bert said the firemen were good friends, but not fun like Gordon. A little later we were naked in the back bedroom of his house.

Ive never really done this before, he said. Ive showered with the guys, but it was not at all private. I had a good friend, but he moved away. He paused and added. Gordon said you were a good guy. He said you ate the stuff.

Would you like that? I asked.

I think I would. Actually I am pretty sure I would, he said.

I am afraid I might shoot off. I said.

I would like that a lot, He replied. Im not sure I could eat it, but I would try.

There is no checklist of things you have to do, I said. It takes time to get used to chowing down on another guys cock. Lets do it one step at a time and see what works? I reached out my hand and fondled his balls. That was okay.

I then dropped to my knees and licked his cock. That was defiantly okay. I began to suck him and all was well. It couldnt have been more than a minute before precum began to flow. In another minute or two we went to the bed and sixty nined. He stopped when he encountered my cock drool, but quickly resumed sucking.

You know we are exchanging sex juices? I said.

I like it. Its not what I expected, he muttered.

Its your own home brew. It lubricates the way for the main attraction, I explained.

Do you eat it? he asked.

Its the appetizer before the orgasm. I eat it before you shoot it in my mouth, or to lubricate your ass and shoot off in your ass, I said.

Do I have to take it in the ass? he asked.

That depends on you and me. We may get to the point you want a cock in the ass. I want to cum in your ass. You eventually want me squirting my seed in you. It is private, only we know. I said. That may not happen. Taking a guys man seed up your behind may be too much.

Would you be disappointed, he asked.

Different strokes for different folks, I said as I resumed sucking his cock.

A half hour later, Berts cock entered my ass and a new world of pleasure opened for him. He had a high side of average cock. It grew in my ass. Bert was shocked. I was pleased. After ten minutes or so he had his first hands free climax. It was a success. He was shocked at how good it was. I was pleased. He was still in my ass when I fell asleep. We had a good fuck session before I left the next morning.

Two days later he called me and asked if we could do it again. I said I would enjoy that. I then asked if it would be good if Gordon joined us. Bert said that would be fine. I would hate to be thought of as a calculating person, but I wondered if Bert was ready to take a load yet. Sometimes it is hard for a gay man to switch from oral sex to the bottom.