Life After Being a Child Star 2
Bald Hairy Man
This is pure fantasy. If you are offended by stories about gay men and gay sex, or if you are under age, DO NOT READ IT. It is not a guide to safe sexual techniques. It does not depict real men, or real situations. It does not depict necessary safe sex practices. Fantasy characters can do anything they want, real men can not!
Wilbur wanted to give me a lesson in fucking. He told me that Rudy would have liked to give the lesson, but Rudy's cock could be a challenge and that his cock was usually a better fit.
"Will he be offended if you do me?" I asked.
Wilbur laughed and said, "Shit, I claimed to be virgin for three years after the first cock rammed my prostate. I was thinking that your cock might take a trip up my back side, so you get to understand the general principles of fucking. We can decide what to do as a second step after that."
I agreed and we took a shower. We sixty-nined on his bed and then Wilbur lubricated and oiled my cock. He was on his back with his legs pulled up exposing his ass. Assholes don't play a major role in great art, but his rosebud was pretty.
I pushed my knob in his hole and stopped pushing when I encountered his sphincter.
"Push against it, then keep on pushing with a little more force each time. It will open," he explained. I guess it was the fifth or sixth push when I popped in. My knob was on the dark side and he moaned.
"Some guys like to push deep into the tunnel of love, others like to take their time," Wilbur said. "It's up to you. You're in charge now."
"What if I shoot off?" I asked.
"Teddy, that is why your cock is in my ass!" He said with a smile. "It's up to you, although your cock my have some thoughts on the subject."
I had guessed getting fucked was a passive activity. Wilbur's hole, sphincter, prostate and the rectum were actively involved. He moaned and shivered when I hit good spots. It was exciting and sensual. Wilbur knew what to do with my cock. It was a massage of my semi-virginal tool. I had no idea a man could do to me what he did.
"Excited?" Wilbur asked. I nodded.
"You can either shoot off in me, or pull out so I can fuck you," he said. "I think you are ripe and you ass is ready to have some company."
"I wasn't too sure about being fucked," I said. "I'm ready to give it a try now." I pulled out of his ass and we traded positions. He coated in cock in lubricant.
"Fucking a guy is not as sure fire pleasurable as cock sucking, so if it hurts, let me know. I'll pull out," he said. He squirted some lube into my ass, and then used his finger to work it into me. He then lifted my legs to his shoulders and positioned his cock at my hole.
"Let's see if my most private part fits in your most secret place," he said as he slipped his knob into me. He reached my sphincter and stopped. "Your sphincter specializes in keeping things in your ass," Wilbur said. "I have to do some persuading to let me in. Are you okay?"
"I have no idea if I'm ready," I said. "You are ready?"
"I sure am. The first visit to a new ass is always exciting. Your cock was good," he said. "You felt good too, didn't you?"
"It was so good I couldn't figure out what I was feeling," I replied.
"It's sort of like a pair good new shoes. They feel good but they get better when you break them in. When you get to know a guy better taking and shooting the special sauce gets better," he said. He made a hard thrust and his knob met my prostate.
I knew men had prostates, but I didn't realize they had feelings.
"I hit the bull's eye, didn't I?" Wilbur said. "This may sound strange, but I'm an experienced man, and the way you reacted is a pretty good indicator that you are a top-of-the-line bottom."
"It's good for you and it great for the man fucking you," he explained. I moaned again when his knob touched my prostate. "I am planning on giving your prostate a sperm bath. When a guy does me, I love it when he unloads deep in me."
"You have this all worked out," I said. "Do you ever been board doing the same old thing?"
"That's like asking a guy if he gets tired of eating, or thinks that breathing is a drag. It's part of my life. So far I haven't found anything more intense or enjoyable than an orgasm," he said. As he said that, he shoved his cock deep in me and I felt him eject bursts of sperm deep in me. It was beautiful. He was wiped out so I got dressed and went home. He needed a rest.
I had a quiet weekend looking at financial and legal documents related to my new found wealth. It was a shock. I wondered if the additional wealth would change my life. I decided no, or at least not yet. I had just started a new life separate from my child star life. I needed to see it out and find out if it was good. I had only been teaching for four months. I needed to develop my life, not my parents life. I liked teaching and had found new friends. In some way friends were a new experience for me. My parents had protected me from extraneous elements as they focused on my acting career.
Finding friends with benefits was a shock, but a pleasurable shock. My parents saw sex as a potentially career ending danger. I don't think gay sex was on the radar. Not only was it on my radar, now cocks were down my throat and as of my last interlude with Wilbur, up my ass.
I got to the pool Tuesday morning at six fifteen. Rudy was there.
"I'm glad you are here early, I wanted to have a little chat," Rudy said. "You've been a good addition to our group. I was thinking I would like to expand our sexual repertoire. I assume you know we suck and fuck. Are you interested in the fucking?"
"I'm interested, but I don't know how your cock would fit up my ass," I said.
"Rudy smiled and said, "I don't want to brag, but I have the biggest cock in the group, and I have my ways. No one has failed my "Introduction to Your Ass Class" yet. Let's just say I have my ways, and it isn't ram it up your hole as fast as possible."
"Your cock is pretty. I would like to give it a try," I said. Wilbur and Rodney arrived and we went to the pool. After a good swim, we showered and I discovered Rudy indeed had his ways. It was a success. It was a good day across the board. I was doing the Civil War and expected the girls to be uninterested. I mentioned Florence Nightingale and Clara Barton. The girls were interested and I knew quite about about them. The class was a success.
Of course there were classes that were duds, but since my predecessor had carefully tried to remove anything of interest to girls from my class, the girls thought my lectures sparkled.
I also found out that the school had a secret policy of hiring average looking gay men. Gay men were not interested in the girls sexually. A gay man with an older brother's concern for the girls was ideal. Rudy and Rodney gave good older brother or favorite uncle advice to the girls.
When the year ended, I got stuck with summer school. The woman who usually did it left giving a weeks notice. Most of the teachers already had plans for the summer. Rudy ran the pool and gave swimming lessons. Rodney taught an art "enrichment" class. That was intended to be a baby sitting class, but Rodney was an inspirational teacher. Our best student artists were in the class, as were students with artistic potential from other schools.
Wilbur worked all year long, as did George, the security man. He was a retired police man with a bad limp. George had a helper, Johnny. Johnny was a fifty-five-year-old, muscular, body builder. He could intimidate bad actors. Johnny didn't seem to be too bright, but George said he had a good nose.
The summer classes started at ten, so the morning swim could be longer. There was no swimming for the women faculty in the summer, since they went to the country club. The indoor pool was used by us except on rainy days.
Wilbur came to me and asked of George and Johnny could join us. I asked if they would enjoy it and us.
"They would like it," Wilbur said. "They have heard about a guy the girls call the Bear in Room 14."
I was puzzled. Then realized the Bear was me.
"They would really like to meet you," Wilbur said. "I know them pretty well. Let's just say they are nice guys and I think you share common interests."
"They are into American history?" I said. Wilbur nodded and smiled. Two days later George and Johnny joined our swim group. George looked like a cop from a 1940s mystery movie. Johnny looked like he had walked of the set of a 1970s Beach movie. George was a big man with a Grizzly Adams' white-blond beard and matching chest hair. Johnny was tanned and rested when he was dressed. He was a 5 feet 10 inch tall Rambo in swimming trunks.
When I am in swimming trunks I have a Big Foot, or Abominable Snow man, ambiance. Rudy says my red body hair makes it "special." It was immediately obvious that what ever I had George and Johnny liked. I suspected that my parents thought my adult appearance was that of a circus freak.
I heard George say, "He's fucking Thor!" I knew that Thor was a Norse god. I didn't know he had red hair.
It was going to be a hot day. We went swimming in the indoor pool. I was comfortable. George had trouble swimming due to his bad leg. Rudy worked with him so he was more comfortable. Rudy had taken classes about handicapped people and swimming therapy. I saw immediate improvement in George's swimming skills.
In the shower, it was immediately clear that George and Johnny were sexually skilled and enthusiastic. I assumed that Wilbur had told them about our little group and the individual's personal likes and dislikes. Rudy had fucked George and Rodney had left a liquid welcoming gift in Johnny's ass, before the two men came to me.
George had a fantasy life associated with Viking gods in general and Thor in particular. He had told stories of Nordic gods as a child, by his father. He had been a Viking at Halloween. His father was a cop and was killed when storming a kidnapper's hide out when George was in middle school. I am not a doctor, but I suspected his father had merged with Thor.
George wanted me to fuck him. That was a total success. When I insisted he fuck me, it was more than George could have dreamed. George was a needy bottom. I think a cock up his ass completed him in some way. When he unloaded in my ass it was beautiful. I could feel every spurt and twitch of his body.
Things were good. George was not verbally romantic, but he sort of said it in sperm. Having Thor cum in his ass filled a need in him.
Johnny obviously loved George. I was afraid that would cause problems. The second time we got together, I was fucking George and Johnny slipped his cock into my behind. Johnny had gently nudged his cock into me. A second or so after I began to ejaculate into George, Johnny shot off into me. His cock was long and thick. His balls were fully loaded. It was beautiful. Feeling him shoot off into me as I shot off into George was successful for all of us.
A little later Rudy fucked George as Rodney made a deposit in Johnny's ass. We all had another shower and went to work. Rufus remarked that it was nice to be in a group of men who were full service. I felt the same way.
I decided to buy a house. I had been in an apartment. That was fine until someone new rented an apartment below me. The were the tenants from hell. They were loud, inconsiderate and related to the landlord.
My new home was a 1914 fore square. It had been completely renovated by a recently divorced lawyer who reconciled with his ex and remarried her. It was a small house on an acre and a half site.
I didn't have much furniture but the house had a lot of built ins. There were book cases everywhere and that suited me. The house didn't look bare. The yard was over grown, but Wilbur knew a guy who could help. The guy, Jefferson Thomas, was an impressive looking Black man. He worked wonders. Jeff and his staff of his brother, nephews, and cousins found an elaborate landscaping scheme under the weeds. A month later the overgrown mess was a beautiful yard.
Jeff's company was called the Thomas Lawn Care Company. I suggested that he market it as a Thomas' Yard Rescue Company. I invested a little in his company, and had Rodney do some zippy graphics, and got an article in the Sunday paper with before and after pictures of my yard. A week later Thomas' Yard Rescue had six-months of work lined up.
Wilbur had told me he had worked for Jeff before he went to work for the school. They connected sexually. Wilbur was out of work and Jeff needed help, so he hired Wilbur part time. Wilbur had been doing fast food work and working outside suited him.
After my classes were done and the students went home, Wilbur dropped by and asked if I had been with a Black guy. I said no, but that was not on purpose. Wilbur then asked if I had heard that Black men were well hung. I said no. Wilbur then said he didn't know if that was true about all Black men, but he knew it was true about Jeff. "I was thinking that you like them big." I nodded. Nature took it's course. Several days later Jeff came by my house in the early evening.
Jeff was direct. "Wilbur told me you are a member of the fraternity and like to have a little fun," he said.
"That's sort of true," I said. "We like to have a lot of fun."
Jeff laughed. "Did he mention I'm a top?" he asked.
"No, but I have no problem as a bottom," I replied.
"I don't bottom, and when I top I don't pull out until I have completely drained my balls in your ass," he said.
After a brief pause, I said, "As long as I know the rules, I'm fine with that." Five minutes later we were naked and in my bedroom. I dropped to my knees and began to suck him. His cock was as advertised. After a minute or so, he was fully erect.
We got on the bed and sixty-nined. He was not shy about that and I suspected he had sucked one or two cocks before. Ten minutes later I was on my back and he was lubricating my ass.
He lifted my legs to his shoulders poked his knob in as far as my sphincter. A second or two later he made a hard thrust. He went deep. I was winded. When I could breathe again, he began gently thrust. After a few thrusts I tried to grip his cock with my sphincter.
"You're into this, aren't you?" he said.
"Oh yes!" I moaned.
"Sometimes I can fuck a guy for an hour. If that's too much for you, just tell me," he said. "I can pull out and give you a rest. I'm going to fuck you again until I breed you. Do you understand?" I said yes.
There aren't a lot of muscles in a man's rectum, but I did what I could to massage his cock as he fucked me. Jeff moaned when I worked his cock. He had fucked me for maybe 25 minutes, when he began to pound me vigorously. When he lost it, it was like a fire hose shooting in my ass. I shot off too, and he appreciated that.
"Are you okay?" he asked after he pulled out.
"I'm better than okay," I replied.
"When I told you I only bottom, that was a line of shit I use to discourage amateurs," Jeff said as he reached over and played with my relaxed cock. "You're still dripping a little." He collected some sperm from my drooling cock on his finger. He then licked it off his finger. Is there any chance you would like to meet again?" he asked.
"To be strictly truthful, there is a very good chance I would like to meet," I said. We talked a little longer and agreed to meet again shortly.
After work the next day I had a letter from my financial man saying he had found two more bank accounts. One was in a Caribbean island nation and the other in Cyprus. He was investigating them.
I called him and asked if I had any tax liability. He said no. The United States income taxes had been paid by the television network as they paid me. The interest and income in foreign countries were not subject to taxation in the United States.
I was annoyed my parents had been hiding money from me, but they had been careful about selecting their financial advisor. He seemed to be an honest man and attractively diligent.