Long John
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 I 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.
I met my cousin when I was fifteen or sixteen and was visiting my Aunt and Uncle in the country. I wasn't too enthusiastic about the visit, but it only lasted a week and turned out to be fun. While my parents got along well with my aunt, I got to wander through the woods and fields and got to know my cousins.
One semi cousin lived at the farm. John was my Uncles's brother's son. At fifteen, he was tall and gangly and lived here after his parents died in an automobile accident. He was a good guy, even if he was a bit odd looking.
John sort of looked like the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz, except hair sprouted where there was straw in the movie. He wasn't exactly dumb, but school was a problem for him. I found out he was friendly and affable and knew the woods like the back of his hand. He knew where all the interesting places were.
On one of our woodland hikes we went skinny dipping and I found out Johnny had another distinctive characteristic. He had the longest cock I had ever seen. We called him Long John, and joked about it. He didn't mind. There are a lot of things you can call a kid that are worse the Long John.
It was twenty years later when I ran into him next. My aunt died and I went to the funeral. Long John was a little taller, much hairier and just as odd looking as he had been at age fifteen. He was also just as affable and pleasant as he had been before. We talked some and when he heard I lived in New York City he said he's like to visit it someday. I gave him my address and phone number and told him he could stay with me if he visited.
I asked if he were married and he told me he was too odd looking to get married. Since I wasn't wearing a wedding ring and he correctly assumed, I wasn't married either. I'm an interior designer. John smiled when I told him that and said I could redesign his cabin some day.
He was a guide for fishing and hunting parties and had a good collection of hunting stories. It was pleasant to talk with him. I remembered thinking he was one of those odd people who you like even though you share no common interests.
Two months later Long John gave me a call. "Freddy," he asked, "is the invitation to visit still open?"
I said the invitation was. He told me he was planning to get up to the City in two weeks and asked if that was good for me. I said that was fine for me. Long John was going to drive to Richmond, then take the train up. That was the easiest way to get here. You'd be surprised how many people want to drive into New York and want to use your garage. Long John knew better. I told him I would meet him at Penn Station.
Two weeks later I met him at the station and we took a taxi to my apartment in Greenwich Village. He was a wilderness guide and he had studied up on New York. He was interested in everything he saw. My apartment was on the top floor of a Brownstone and he loved it. We went out to dinner. He knew things were expensive, but was taken back at the cost, but he loved to food.
Long John was adventurous and was interested in new experiences. His strong mountain accent attracted attention. In a city that was well accustomed to every dialect known to man, Long John's stood out. After dinner, we walked around the Village and Washington Square and returned to the apartment. I was Friday so I had the weekend off and I offered to show him the city. We talked for an hour then got ready for bed.
My apartment had one bedroom and I told him he could have the bed and I would take the couch. He insisted on taking the couch. The bathroom was off the bedroom. I took a shower and got into to bed, then Long John took a shower.
I was reading a book when he came out of the bathroom naked. "I don't have a bathrobe, I hope I don't offend you?" he said.
I looked up. "No problem for me, we're all boys here," I said. "There's no dress code." The room was dim and it took me a while to focus on him. He was shaggier than he had been at fifteen, but his cock seemed even bigger than I remembered it. "Damn, that thing is huge," I thought to myself. It took a second to realize I actually said it aloud.
"You think so?"
"I know so," I replied. He walked a few steps closer into the light of my reading lamp.
"I've never seen one bigger, but I haven't seen that many," Long John said.
"It's a beauty, thick too," I said. I was staring at his cock like a deer transfixed in headlights.
"You like cock?" he asked. I'm afraid my interest was obvious.
"I'm gay, if that's what you're asking."
"I'm gay too," Long John said. "To tell you the truth, that's why I'm here. I don't want to sound like a sex crazed hill billy, but I was hoping I could find some fun here. It's mighty slim pickings in the mountains."
He came closer. He was uncut, and he peeled the skin back to expose the cock head. I leaned forward and swallowed the head.
"I ooze a lot of precum and it may be a bit tangy in there," he said. "I've got some playmates in the woods, but I looking for some heavy duty, no fooling size queens. I've never got more than half of it into anyone. If there's anyone who can take it, I figured it would be in New York."
I looked up at him. "I'll bet you're right about that," I said.
"Do you have a partner?"
"I guess it would be best to say, I'm between engagements." I replied. "The taste here is for smooth boys, Calvin Kline models. I'm too old and too beefy to be that. Once I shaved my body and was thin enough to pass, but those days are gone."
"Damn, if your good days are gone, I'm already a goner!" Long John mused. "I think you look good."
I laughed. "With your cock, I have a feeling most men will make an exception," I said. His cock was getting harder as I sucked him again. I had met some hung men whose equipment was the same size hard as it was soft. A neighbor called them a still life. Long John's got bigger. It was 9" soft and had reached 12" and it still wasn't fully hard yet. He was oozing. I was licking it up.
Long John reached over and stoked my cock. "You got a nice one," he commented. "I got some good friends in the woods. They like my meat but can't take the whole thing."
"You like to top?" I asked.
"I like everything. When I'm half hard, Willy likes to dock. He can get his entire cock inside the skin. He shoots off inside, then I use his jiz to jerk off. One of the Johnson twins likes to fuck me while I suck the other. It's all good, but I'd like to fuck all the way. Willy can't take more than 6" and the Marv Johnson only got 8" once."
"You don't mind being a bottom?" I asked.
"I love it, that's why I'm here," Long John explained. "About two years ago Larry Alton porked me. Larry's a State Trooper and has a solid 9". I was the best sex I ever had. He told me I was the best bottom he'd been with. Larry said it was great to get the whole cock inside a guy who didn't have any trouble taking it. Larry loved deep probing."
"You had no problem?"
"None at all," I said. "It fit like a glove. My friend Willy thinks most men have an ass the size of their cock. If that's true, I could take the Empire State Building. Larry, the Trooper, was a good sport and let me fuck him, but that wasn't good. He was a top, plain and simple. Larry got around quite a bit. He didn't know of anyone who could take mine. That's why I'm here."
"You've got a beauty, but I can see, it might be a bit unhandy," I said. Long John laughed.
"That's a good way to describe it. My cock is inspirational, but not playable," he said. "Do you know of someone? Damn I'm horny."
I thought for a few moments then called Judson Lewis. He was an old friend who joked about the dick of death. Judson was in heat 24/7 and wouldn't mind a call. As I guessed, he was interested. He lived about ten blocks away and appeared at my door fifteen minutes later.
Judson wasn't what I would call the shy type. He came with an overnight bag filled with lubricants and toys. I had pulled on some shorts, but Long John was wearing my robe when Judson entered. Clearly Long John wasn't his type. Although Long John was a country boy, he had a good view of his own strengths. He let the robe fall open.
Judson looked at the horse cock, then asked, "Are you a top man?"
Long John walked over to Judson and began unbuttoning Jud's shirt. "It gets much bigger when it gets hard. Is that a problem for you?"
"I prefer to think of it as an opportunity," Judson replied, as he stroked Long John's cock.
"Let me tell you right up front. I want to fuck and I want to deep dick," Long John said.
"Be still my heart!" Judson exclaimed. His shirt was off now and he was unbuckling his belt. "Can you take it slowly at first? Some cocks take some getting use to."
"Sure, I can go slow," Long John replied. "I want to get deep. It doesn't matter how long it takes."
I had known Jud for years, but not sexually. He was way up in the investment banking world, and seemed prissy whenever he was in gay company. He was always perfectly groomed. As he stripped, I saw his body was completely shaved except for a square of pubic hair. His body was toned, tanned and manicured. His 6" cock was cut and already hard.
The contrast between Jud's hairless and manicured body and Long John's shaggy scarecrow like body turned me on unexpectedly. Jud wasn't my kind of guy. I liked men more identifiably masculine. It was hard to reconcile Jud's desire for the hairball Hill Billy's monster cock.
I also knew while Jud talked about sex all the time, he tended to be picky selecting a partner. Long John was a complete stranger. The size of Long John's cock must have overcome all of his inhibitions.
"Judson, you lie back and let me spread your legs," Long John suggested. "I know this leaves you exposed, but I promise to be careful." Long John was lubricating Jud's ass. I coated his meat. The lubricant glistened with the lube in my dimly illuminated bedroom. It looked even bigger.
"Are you sure you want this?" I asked. Long John didn't wait for Jud to answer. He had his cock at Jud's hole and pushed.
Judson winced, then moaned as the huge cock head vanished into his hole. Long John pulled out, then popped the head in and out of the sphincter five or six times.
"Your hole is nice and open now," Long John said. "Now I'm in the warm side of your ass, I can go as deep as I want." He pushed four of five inches into Jud's ass. Jud gasped. The manicured man was getting hot and bothered. His cock stayed hard as Long John made his entrance. Now it was oozing precum.
"Hand me some faggot's courage," Jud asked. I looked in his bag and found some poppers. "There's a new bottle in there, open it and give me a snort."
"I might like to try some of that," Long John said.
"Can you wait until you're all the way in and I'm use to it?" Jud asked.
"Long John smiled. "No problem, I can wait." Long John's cock stuck strait out then the last third bent down. I almost looked as if it had been broken. He had penetrated up to the joint. When Jud took a snort, Long John watched and when the poppers took effect he shoved another five inches into the quivering ass.
Jud gasped for air, but I saw a huge glob or precum ooze from his cock. All was well. Long John didn't shove it deeper but he did pulse some. His cock was never still. Jud was twitching and jerking some. After a short wile he calmed down as he got accustomed to the meat.
" How much is left?" Jud asked.
"It looks to me you have another five to six inches," I said. "They are thick inches too."
"Do you think you can take it?" Long John asked.
Judson thought for a few seconds. "I think so. I want it bad. Can you take your time?" Long John nodded. Five minutes later and a few more snorts of poppers, Long John's monster meat had vanished in Jud's ass, total penetration.
I let Long John sport the poppers and he began to take long, deep strokes with his cock. After a dozen stokes, Jud shot off. Jud didn't have much in the ball division, but he must have possessed a secret cum compartment. There was sperm everywhere. Long John shivered, then twitched. He unloaded deep in Jud's hole.
"Damn!" Long John exclaimed, "I love New York!"