Long John
Part 7
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.
Long John and Humberto made quite a pair. In some ways Long John was an artist. Once he was in the hole, he explored Humberto's ass until he found just the right places. When he found a good spot, he played his partner like a violin. His cock was the bow and Humberto was the instrument. I soon realized Humberto was a Stradivarius.
As you might expect, Humberto was vocal in his response to sexual stimulation. While he was a tenor, when Long John hit just the right spots, Humberto transformed into a bass-baritone. Long John must have liked the sound. He did everything he could short of having Humberto moan Dixie.
Watching them, I couldn't tell who enjoyed it more, Long John or Humberto. The two men enjoyed each other so much. I shared the glow. They went at it for an hour or so, then we returned to my apartment. Long John, who had the stamina of a bull elephant, was bushed.
I went to work the next day, leaving Long John on his own. He went hiking around Manhattan. He was a hunting and fishing guide in the Appalachians, so the distances of Manhattan didn't bother him at all. When I got back to my apartment, he had just returned. I suggested we have a quiet night. I called out for some Chinese food and we settled in for the night.
I hadn't noticed a message on the answering machine from Burt and another from Rabbit. Both wanted to get together again.
"So many asses, so little time!" Long John exclaimed. "It's hard to make a choice." The phone rang. It was Burt who apparently was really eager. The conversation with Long John was a bit confused. When he hung up, Long John explained. Burt had an old friend who wanted to meet him.
"Is he a size queen too?" I asked.
"No, it seems he's a big boy himself," Long John explained. "I think it more professional courtesy. He wants to see it."
"Are you going to see him?"
"I said I'd call him back," Long John said. "I'm kind of interested, but I'm a bit tired and a night of rest might not be so bad. It would be good to get to bed before one or two in the morning." "Why don't you ask them over here?" I suggested, "At least that would cut down on the commuting time." Long John liked that idea, so he called Burt and Rabbit. Both were interested in coming over. He told them they were free to partake in the Chinese take-out. Much to my surprise, they took us up on the offer and said they would pick up some additional food on the way.
Forty-five minutes later Rabbit arrived with a paper bag of food. It was clear he had access to a higher quality of restaurant than I did. We had just begun to open the boxes when Burt and his friend arrived.
"Long John, Freddy, this is an old friend of mine, Vincent," Burt said in introduction. "I'm on his boating crew." Vincent shook our hands and I introduced him to Rabbit. Vincent was tall and thin. He was bald, well dressed and had a well-trimmed mustache. They too had a bag of Chinese food. We sat and ate it off of plastic plates. I had some beer and contributed that to the feast.
The conversation turned to sailing which I knew nothing about. Vincent was a bland looking man, but I soon realized he was a good story teller and had a sense of humor. Long John was well equipped with stories, so the conversation flowed easily. Burt mentioned a painting he had in his collection and Rabbit joined in. Everyone was comfortable and relaxed. The good food, good conversation and cool beer all contributed to the feeling.
I don't know exactly how Long John did it, but the conversation turned sexual. It started with a story about a fishing trip, then eased into skinny dipping. The story was complicated, but involved three naked fishermen, a bear and a skunk. It had everyone rolling on the floor.
"I've never skinny dipped," Rabbit said. "Not many wild rivers in the art history world."
"Just lots of Greek sculptures?" Burt said.
Rabbit smiled. "That and National Geographic," he replied.
"I have to admit a liking for National Geographic myself," Long John said. "Wrestling magazines were exciting too."
"I remember looking at body building magazines in the drug store," Burt said. "It had to believe I was too scared to buy one. I liked the bulges, but they were never as detailed as I'd have liked. The world had changed a bit since then."
"One thing hasn't changed," Vincent said, "I still like cock just as much today as I did then." He looked at Long John. "Damn, I want to see you naked."
Long John laughed. "I do like the direct approach," he said as he unbuttoned his shirt. "I'm not the shy type, are you?" He looked Vincent straight in the eye. Vincent began to unbutton his shirt.
"I guess everyone here is a cock connoisseur," Vincent said. His shirt was off by now. He had a sleek, muscular body. I guessed he was a swimmer. The hair on his chest was close cropped, plentiful but it had been clipped. He unbuckled his bent and slid his pants down. He had a handsome, cut cock, a good seven inches soft.
"You big boys never mind showing off," Rabbit said. By this time Long John was naked. He was half hard.
"Damn, it looks like an exhibit in a medical museum!" Vincent said as he looked at Long John's horse cock.
"I told you it was nice," Burt said. Burt was stripping too.
"It looks impressive," Vincent said as he stared at Long John's meat.
"It tastes a lot better than it looks," Long John replied. Burt was already at Long John's cock. He opened his mouth wide and tried to swallow the huge member. While I watched them, I glanced over at Vincent. Rabbit was naked and nursing on Vincent's cock. Rabbit was a fast worker. I was the only one dressed in the room, so I stripped and joined in.
Vincent looked like an Art Deco figurine, sleek and elegant. He was out of place in a room of solid bearish men. Long John was tall and thin, like Vincent, but Long John was as far from being elegant as he could be. I have met many gay men in my life, but never found anyone who like gay sex as much as Vincent. He liked it all and would do it all.
Vincent wasn't shy either. He bent over to suck me as Rabbit sucked him. My apartment was large so we were all close. When a cock was close enough to suck, we took advantage of the opportunity. It was wild.
"Hey guys, can we hold up for a minute?" Vincent asked. "Let's calm down some." The room became quiet. "It looks to me as if we have broken the ice," he said. "To answer Long John's question, I'm not the shy type. I like cock. I like to suck and fuck. Precum is good, cum is great as long as it's fresh and shot through the cum chute. Sucking's good, but fucking's better."
Vincent was rock hard. He was about the same length as Long John, but his cock tapered to a comparatively small head. "I love to fuck and I like to be fucked. Long John's cock is bigger than I've taken before, but I will bet it won't be that much of a problem. Once I get going, I never look back. Is there anyone here who would have a problem taking my cock?" Vincent asked. He was looking at Rabbit.
"I can vouch for Rabbit," Long John said. "Freddy and I aren't regular bottoms, but when we're inspired. . ."
Vincent smiled. "I'll do anything I can to inspire you! He looked around the room. Do you guys have any lube? I like to lube up my ass before we get going hot and heavy."
"I sure do," I said. I had two tubes of K-Y. Long John had a bottle of Corn Huskers. We passed the tubes around and everyone lubricated their ass. It was clear Long John was planning to take Burt and Vincent had plans for Rabbit.
"You're a small guy. Are you sure you can take it?" Vincent whispered to Rabbit.
"No problem," Rabbit replied. "Does it bother you to fuck a small guy?"
"It turns me on," Vincent replied. Rabbit got on his hands and knees. I got under him and we sixty-nined. I got a good view of Vincent's cock as it penetrated Rabbit's ass. The first few inches were easy. As the cock got deeper it became harder as it stretched Rabbit's ass wider.
Rabbit tensed up. Vincent pulled out, added more lubricant and slid his cock into the hole again. When he it the same spot he hesitated again. Rabbit rotated his hips to ease the cock deeper. Vincent's cock was almost fully lodged in Rabbit's hole when pre cum began to flow freely from the small man's cock.
Rabbit was sweating like a pig, but he relaxed as Vincent began thrusting. Vincent put his arm around Rabbit to hold him still. He wanted to pound him hard. I slipped out form under Rabbit and watched the two men. Vincent totally dominated Rabbit, but Rabbit didn't seem to object at all. I had assumed Long John was fucking Burt, but they were watching too. I heard Burt whispering to Long John.
"See, Vince has opened his stance. He wants a cock in his ass bad!" Burt said.
"He looks pretty busy to me," Long John replied. They went to Vincent's rear.
"Look at that hole," Burt whispered. "He must have squirted half a tube of lube in there. It's oozing some."
"It looks ripe all right," Long John said. "You've been in there?"
"Only once," Burt replied. "He only bottoms when he's really turned on. He's ready." Long John positioned himself at Vincent's ass and placed his bloated cock head into the ass recess. He pushed and the head vanished. Vincent sat back, impaling himself on Long John's monster.
Vincent threw his head back and his eyes glazed and Long John's cock went deep. He kept his iron grip on Rabbit, so his cock was still deep in Rabbit's rectum. Vincent seemed winded by Long John's cock and they were still for a minute or so.
I saw Vincent twitch his ass a few times, then he began to growl. The three formed a single fucking unit. Long John would thrust and I watched Vincent respond, then Vincent would ram Rabbit. I could see the reaction transmitted from cock to ass and then to cock and ass again. Long John and Rabbit were enjoying themselves. For Vincent it was a lot more than just enjoyment, he was in sex pig heaven.
Every movement of Long John's cock generated a strong reaction from him. Vincent had seemed as if he were a normal, reserved business man. Long John's horse cock must have short circuited all of his reserve. Maybe it went so deep it touched his brain. I saw pure sexual excitement, un tempered by any form of reserve or conventionality.
Long John pulled out. "I don't want to shoot now, let's cool off and catch our breath," he said. Vincent looked disappointed. Rabbit looked relieved. I think he was wearing out.
"Damn, Vincent, I've never seen you so into it," Burt said. Vincent didn't say anything at first. He was trying to catch his breath. I realized Long John had stopped because he was worried about Vincent. He was gasping for air.
"Shit, I'm no virgin, but damn, that was something else," Vincent said when he could finally talk. "I don't know what hit me."
"You got fucked by the Dick of Death," Rabbit said. Vincent shivered, still reacting to the fucking he had received. His ass and nervous system were still responding.
"Damn," Vincent muttered again.
Long John exchanged a meaningful glance with Burt. A second later, Burt was on his back with his legs on Long John's shoulders. Long John worked two fingers into Burt's ass to open him up, then slowly eased his monster into Burt's hole.
After his time with Long John several nights earlier, Burt had obviously made peace with the donkey dong. It wasn't a easy penetration, but Burt was more than prepared to take the rough spots. It was odd, but I got the impression Burt liked the rough spots. He could take it and was proud of it. We all watched.
Rabbit was at the edge of the couch. I was to his rear and my cock touched his ass cheeks. He looked at me, smiled and bent over. After taking Vincent's big meat, Rabbit's ass was open and welcoming. I don't know if a rough fucking can tenderize you ass, but that's that way his ass felt. Somehow intellectually, it didn't feel as if I was fucking him. It was more as if my cock was massaging his prostate. It was more friendly than sexual.
Vincent watched as if mesmerized. "I can't believe you can take that monster so easily," he said to Burt. By now the entire cock was in the love tunnel. Burt's balls were resting on Long John's pubic bush. Long John pulled it out slowly, leaving only the cock head on the dark side of the sphincter. "It looks like a fucking magic trick. How much cock can fit in the hole?" Vincent said. Long John rammed it deep. Burt moaned.
I saw Long John tensing his ass and knew he was twitching his cock deep in Burt's ass. I don't think Burt knew Long John's cock was almost prehensile. Burt lost it. He turned from being a macho man to a quivering fuck toy. His body had one purpose and one purpose only, to respond to Long John's cock.
As we watched, Rabbit's ass tightened up. Our friendly massage turned into something much more intense. Suddenly, my cock was unbelievably hard and I wanted to get deeper into Rabbit's body. Vince had moved to Long John's rear and was trying to figure out how to get in Long John's ass.
Long John noticed this and shifted his stance to give Vincent and opening. "Take it slow, but get it all in me!" Long John said.