Long John
Part 3
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.
If Longstreth hadn't needed to go to a banquet that evening we would have spent the night with him. The sex was good and he was compatible with Long John in spite of their vastly different backgrounds. We left exchanging telephone numbers and took the subway back to my apartment. When we got there the message light on my answering machine was blinking. It was Judson. He thanked us for having him over the night before and said he knew someone Long John might like.
"Have you had enough sex for the day?" I asked Long John.
"Shit no," he replied. "I've recharged." He called Judson. Judson told him he had a friend who shared similar interests. Jud described Long John to him and he wanted to meet. Judson gave him the man's phone number. John called the number and got an answering machine.
Five minutes later the phone rang. I answered it. "Is this Long John?" a voice asked. The voice was very deep. I called John over and the two men talked.
"Where is Chelsea?" Long John called to me.
"To the north east of us, between the Village and Mid-Town." I said. Long John was confused as to the geography of Manhattan. The other man wasn't good at directions. I got on the phone.
I told him we were going out to dinner and asked if he would like to join us. He readily agreed. I gave him the name of a restaurant about halfway between Chelsea and the Village and we agreed to meet there in forty-five minutes. His name was Burt and he described himself. He said he was balding, blond, had a bushy mustache and was 5'-10" tall.
We got to the small Italian restaurant a few minutes early. An attractive man came up to us and introduced himself as Burt. He was wearing a wide rimmed hat and a leather jacket and looked as if he were in good shape. He looked like an outdoors type.
We went in the restaurant and talked. I was right about the outdoors men's aspect of him. He was a sailor, not into hunting and fishing. He hit it off with Long John and with me. He seemed straight forward and interesting. After dinner he asked us over to his apartment for a drink. Long John said we'd accept if there was a lot more than a drink involved.
Burt laughed and said that was his hope too. He called a taxi and we went to his apartment in the Chelsea Hotel. He had a handsome, two bedroom unit in the roof area of the former hotel. He got us drinks and we sat.
"When Judson called me this morning, I was uneasy about getting together." Burt said. "His description did 't do you justice."
"A 6'-4", horse hung, hairy hill billy?" Long John suggested.
"That was a little problem, but not much. Judson and I don't share the same taste in men, what he saw as a minus, I saw as a plus," Burt responded. "What bothered me, is that I don't see myself as a size queen. I admit I like big cocks, but that's a preference not a requirement. I tried to put it out of my mind, but by noon I called Judson and asked if he could arrange a meeting."
"Maybe you are more of a size queen than you think?" I asked.
"That could be. I think I've written it off as scientific curiosity," Burt said. "If you think that's just a rationalization, you'd be 100% right. I hope overt size queens don't offended you."
"I won't be offended by a size queen, if you aren't offended by an aggressive top who is looking for a hot bottom who can take it all," Long John responded. "When I say all, I mean all. By the way, you're a good-looking man."
"Thank you, let's stop talking and get down to business," he said. "The bedroom is this way. Freddy, are you a chaperone, a watcher or a participant?"
"I can be any one of those options, but giving my druthers, I'd rather participate."
"That fine with me," Burt replied. "Judson said you were a help."
The bedroom was handsome too, sparsely furnished with only a bed and a night table. The walls were hung with nautical paintings and prints. I don't know much about them as a genre, but I knew it was a fine collection.
We stripped. Burt got better looking as he took his clothes off. He was heavily muscled, tanned and covered in a fine down of gold hair. He was cut and had a cock that looked more than respectable. He went to Long John's cock like a steel filing and a magnet. I got on the floor and sucked Burt's cock.
His cock was on the upper side of average, but his balls and cock head. He had huge nuts in a low-hanging ball sack and a cockhead the size of a silver dollar. I would like to think my oral skills were so advanced I got him leaking. Realistically, I think Burt's excitement was due to Long John's monster.
"Damn, it's huge!" Burt exclaimed as he sucked Long John's cock. "You have trouble finding men who can take it?"
"That's my problem and that's why I'm here," Long John said. "Now that you've seen it, do you think you can take it?"
"I know I want too," Burt replied, "You never know, but I think I can." He was staring at Long John's cock. It twitched. "Damn, can you do that in my ass?" Burt asked.
"We'll know soon enough," Long John replied. "What's your poison? Doggy style, missionary position, . . . ?"
"On my back and stretched wide open," Burt replied. "I don't mind it rough."
"You men are rather clinical about this," I remarked.
"It's sex, not romance," Burt replied. "I've done romance. I want sex now."
"Was it an unhappy situation?" I asked.
"No, it was a good one. Jamie died of a heart attack five years ago," Burt explained. "It's just that I discovered long ago true love and friendship aren't the same thing as hot sex. They aren't often in the same person."
"I guess you're right about that," Long John added. "I got some really good friends back home, so I've got the sex. I'm trying to see if I can find some mind blowing sex here. The sex isn't bad there, it's just I think there's more. And since I mentioned mind-blowing sex, why don't you get on that bed and spread them?"
"My thoughts exactly," Burt replied.
"You're a good-looking man," I said as he laid back and raised his legs. "Are you sure you want that monster shoved up your behind?"
"Don't discourage him, Freddy!" Long John exclaimed.
"It just looks as if you'll break him," I said.
Burt laughed, "I'm a former marine, I can take it," he said. "No matter how big a cock is, it's always a blunt instrument. It can poke, but not puncture." I held Burt legs open while Long John lubricated his cock and Burt's ass. "You don't need to do that," Burt said. "I don't mind a dry fuck."
"I'm doing this for me," Long John said. "It makes for a tighter fit."
"Are you into fisting?" I asked Burt. Long John was spending a long time working lube into Burt's ass. Burt shivered a few times when John hit a particular good spot with his finger.
"No, it doesn't do anything for me," Burt replied. A man's arm is bigger than the biggest cock, but it's the cock I like. I top a lot and I know what the top is feeling. I think it's the sexual connection between the two sex organs that's exciting."
"Your ass is a sex organ?"
"That's the way it feels to me," Burt replied. "I'd fucked a lot before I tried the bottom."
"You liked it?"
"Not at first," Burt said. "Actually, I didn't like it at all, but it touched something in me. Six months later I wanted to try it again. It was better. Finally I found Jamie and it all worked out."
"He was a top?"
"Jamie was a bottom, but after I had fucked the shit out of him s few hundred times I wanted to feel his cock inside me."
"You are a romantic," I said.
"Are you ready?" Long John asked. Burt nodded. Long John gave a quick thrust. Burt gasped.
Long John smiled, "That was easy enough," he said as he slowly pulsed his cock head and three or four inches of his shaft into Burt's tunnel. "It's time to bite the bullet!" he said. Burt understood and John rammed eight more inches of the cock into Burt's body. Burt gasped a second time.
Long John was still for a few seconds, letting Burt get use to the rod in his ass. Burt's muscular body was tense and quivered a little. He relaxed. "Is that it?" he asked.
"Nope, you got some more coming," Long John replied as he shoved the remaining part of his cock deep. As he did, Burt rolled his eyes into his head and emitted a deep guttural growl. His body twitched and shivered. Long John pulled his cock out few inches, then rammed Burt again. Burt reacted the same way.
Long John repeated that movement a few times with the same results. "You need to get your bearings, don't you?" he asked of Burt. Burt couldn't talk, but he nodded. "That's fine with me," Long John said. "I'm going to leave it deep and when you can talk again we can discuss what we will do next."
Long John was holding Burt's legs now, so I caressed Burt's furry chest and played with his nipples. It took a while, but Burt eventually relaxed.
"I'm in fucking love!" Burt exclaimed when he could talk.
Long John gave him a quick, hard thrust. "Is that what they call this in the Big Apple?"
I watched Burt's face. He was flushed and his eyes rolled back into his head at the deep thrust. He drew his legs up to his chest, so his ass would be more open and the monster cock would penetrate deeper.
"Let me tell you what I'd like to do," Long John said. "I'd like to fuck you like a wild man, no holes barred. I hate to say this, but I don't think I care if it what you have in mind." Long John pulled his cock out, then shoved it in fast and deep. Burt's eyes glazed over. His rock hard cock drooled precum. All was well.
John fucked him for a good fifteen minutes. It was hard and fast sometimes, slow and easy others. Burt was moaning, twitching, quivering and growling the whole time. John shot off several times, but he didn't lose his erection. Burt's cock drooled enough precum for form a lake of precum on his gut.
After his third orgasm, Long John asked, "Do you need a rest? You're beginning to look wasted." Burt was coated in sweat, precum and sperm.
"Thanks," Burt said. "You're not finished, are you?"
Long John smiled. "I'll be finished when you tell me you're finished. You've been a really good sport about this. I appreciate it." Long John pulled out slowly. The horse cock dilated Burt's ass and for a second or to I looked deep into his rectum.
"Damn, that was good," Burt moaned.
"Good ain't the word for it," Long John said. "I've watched men fuck like that in porn movies but never done it myself. You're the first guy I've met who can take it." He looked at Burt's face. "Feeling empty?"
Burt nodded. Long John reached over and slipped his finger into Burt's ass.
"I feel like I've been on a trip to a new continent," Burt muttered. "It was so good it almost hurt. I couldn't breathe."
"I've never been there myself, but I'd like to go there some day," Long John said. Burt needed a cool down period and Long John's finger wasn't enough. I was still hard to I raised Burt's legs again and slipped in. When my cock head touched Burt's hole, it opened and welcomed me in.
"Damn," I said as my cock slipped through the sphincter.
"Good, isn't it," Long John said. "I've run into ass holes that were shut and locked and others that were wide open. Burt has real ass lips. It grabs and caresses your cock. His ass is a sex organ." Long John moved so he could suck Burt's cock while I was in his ass.
Inside the sphincter, Burt's ass was a steamy stew of lubricant, precum and cum. The fuck tunnel quivered when I hit good spots. Long John watched me fuck as he sucked and coordinated his actions with mine. Soon Burt was moaning again. The whole tunnel contacted when Burt shot off again. That was enough to push me over the edge. My cum joined Long John's.
Long John slurped up Burt's load with obvious relish.
Burt had to leave at 5:00 the next morning. He was going sailing on Long Island. He asked us if we wanted to go along, but neither of us had any experience sailing, so we went back to my apartment. Before we left, Long John rear ended Burt. This time it was perhaps more intense than before. Burt was barely conscious when John pulled out.
Long John and I shared the bed that night. I'm not a size queen, but even I had to admit his donkey dong exerted some allure. He wasn't attractive in any conventional sense and was the last man in the world you would guess was a sexual athlete. Now I had seen his cock and seen it in action; he was a different person.
If he had been handsome and a stud rock star, it would have been different. Long John genuinely enjoyed sex and wanted his partners to enjoy it too. He was sensitive to his partner's wants and desires.
My desires were changing. There was a spot, deep in my ass that needed attention. Until I saw Long John in action, I hadn't even realized that spot existed.