My Second Job 2
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to winarch47@yahoo.com
Maurice was the only openly gay man in the county. He was liked and respected since a visit to his salon was a necessary component of every wedding, prom, and formal event in the area. He also knew exactly what would make an unattractive girl look her best. A new haircut would not appreciably change my life. For girls and women, it was a different matter. Politicians got their hair cut by Maurice for the campaign posters. Men knew he was gay, but he made them look good.
I had a call from John the preacher on Thursday. He said he was having a little party on Saturday at his fishing shack. He asked if I would like to come with my pals. He said he had one or two friends he would like to meet us. I said I would talk to my pals and call him back. He said it would be better if he called me the next day. I said that was fine. I talked with Tommy Jefferson and Delmar. They were interested.
John called and I said it was good for us. We got to the fishing camp at three. It was hard to find, but Delmar knew every road and trail in the county. There was a new couple waiting for us. John was sitting on the porch with two guys. Clarence was the church organist and choir director. He was in his later twenties and was what used to be called pleasingly plump. The other man, Randolph was older, and he was a lumber jack.
"We all know why we are here," John said. "Let's go inside; get naked as see what happens." We were soon naked. I said hello to Clarence, we shook hands and I dropped to my knees and licked his cock head.
Randolph looked us over. He paused at Jefferson. "I take it you like white meat?" he asked.
"I sure do," Jefferson replied, "Do you like dark meat?"
"Never tried it before, but damn, your cock looks tasty!" Randolph said as he dropped to his knees and began sucking Jefferson.
I had a suspicion that John, who was new to the gay scene, was a sexual sophisticate compared to Clarence. John went to Delmar, so Clarence was my problem. I had made some assumptions about Clarence that were right, and some were wrong. A 13-year-old boy had a firmer understanding of the cock and its sexual potential than Clarence.
As I wrapped my lips around his cock head, Clarence moaned, and his cock went from soft to rock hard in a second. Apparently, no one had turned the key to start his sexual engine. In a second, twenty years of inhibitions vanished.
I later found out that Clarence had lived in terror for years his folks would find out. A month earlier had moved to his first apartment in another town away from his parents. He was free. This was the first time he was able to suck a cock without worrying about discovery. He told me he had seen a man fucking in a dirty bookstore. He hadn't considering doing that. I asked if he would like to try fucking. He said yes. He learned how to fuck and be fucked in five minutes, and he loved it. Clarence also discovered that his life had been incomplete without another man's cock shoved up is ass.
I talked to him later. He had been the perfect child, but that was not enough for his parents. Clarence discovered he had been eight-pound, premature baby, born five months after the wedding. He was the product of sin. His parents were miserable together and didn't believe in divorce. They seemed to believe that pleasure and affection were sins.
I discovered years earlier that sex is pleasurable. To say the sex is pleasurable is like saying a category five hurricane is a windy day. Sex is mind blowing. When my tongue caressed Clarence's tender cock head, the sun came out for him, and the world turned from being black and white to technicolor. He was an abandoned puppy who found a loving home.
I had assumed our get together would be a Sunday School picnic, with a little bit of fun behind the trees where no one could see you. A night at a gay, stripper bar in San Francisco was tame compared to the evening with Clarence. He loved it all, giving and taking. He was a good sucker and an appreciative suckee. I was the first man to take his load straight from his cock and swallow it.
I was the first man to open his ass for him, pop through his sphincter and ram his prostate. I used my cock to massage his rectum and I turned his ass into a sex organ. He was crying in pleasure as I ejaculated.
When I pulled out, everyone had heard his ecstatic response to my cock. I not positive, but everyone took some time with and in Clarence. It wasn't a gang bang. I was more of a serial investigation. Delmont was nice enough to lick cum drool from Clarence's ass. I hadn't known Delmar was into that. When we were driving home, I asked him about it, Delmar told me he hadn't known he had that interest either.
A car drove up and another man joined us. He was a tall, big guy. It was Police Chief Miller. He was the Police Chief of the biggest town in the area. I called him whenever we needed assistance. He looked at me. "I see you are a member of the club," he said. "I was hoping to fuck an ass. Is that possible?"
"That's not going to be a problem at all," I said.
"I've got a big one. I don't like guys who whimper," he added.
"That's not going to be a problem either," I replied.
The party at the fishing shack was a textbook example of not judging a book by its cover. Clarence, the man I thought was a wimp, was a sex crazed slut. When he got in the sixty-nine position was happy with a cock in his mouth, while his cock was being sucked, and another cock was plowing his ass. I don't know how many times he shot off.
As soon as Police Chief's Miller's oversized cock poked in my ass he relaxed. While he was a big boy it was a good fit. Maurice described the perfect cock as being one size too big. That was Miller's cock. It was thick enough to be in continuous contact with my prostate. When I used my sphincter to squeeze his cock, he all but melted. He told me later that most guys bottomed for him on a dare. They took his load and that was all. I wiggled, squirmed, and caressed his needy cock. I was an enthusiastic partner; he had a beautiful orgasm.
Miller was a big, handsome man with an impressive cock. My ass treated it the way it deserved. When he shot off, he seemed to ejaculate for minutes. As his balls' contents flooded my ass. He and I were in love as long as he was shooting. I suspected this was a new experience for him. As my sphincter squeezed the last drops of sperm from his cock, Miller returned to his normal gruff self. "This has been good," he said. I told him it had been good for me too.
After the first series of orgasms, things calmed down. I was with Randolph. Delmar and Jefferson hit it off with Miller. John was fucking Clarence and they were having a great time. Actually, everyone had a good time fucking Clarence.
As with everything in life first impressions can be correct, or they can a hundred percent wrong. I assume all con men make great first impressions. You need to know people longer to know them well. All friends are good though thick and thin, as long as you avoid the thin periods.
A lot of gay men cultivate an incorrect first impression. While being gay does not result in prison or arrest often anymore, it is a problem. There are many who fondly remember the good old days when you never met a gay man or women, never encountered Black people in educational of social occasions unless they were working in the kitchen. The Chinese were fine as long as they did the laundry.
Clarence and Miller were both afraid of being gay. The party at the fishing shack was a vacation for them. Jefferson, Delmont, and I were too low in the totem pole to care much.
If anyone from John's church saw him fucking a man, his life was over. Jefferson, Delmont, and I were a safe haven for them. For the time being we were a safe place to deposit the remains of their passion. It was either a taste treat, or an effective anal lubricant.
After dark I was sitting on the porch cooling down. I was naked and relaxed. Miller came over to me.
"Can I join you?" he asked.
"Sure," I said. "I just recharging my batteries before the second inning."
"You are okay with what we did?" he asked. "I'm never sure I am doing it right."
"You may have suspected that I'm not a virgin. Your cock found some new places," I said. "You were definitely doing it right."
"This may sound strange, but I thought I could feel your excitement," he said. "It was a lot better than good. Do you think it's possible that a one hundred percent straight guy would like to suck cock and fuck a guy's ass?"
"Cocks like anything sexual. God placed your eyes on your head, not on your cock head. I've never understood why precum tastes good," I said. "My cock likes to be in tight warm places. It doesn't matter if it's a mouth, cunt or ass." Miller laughed.
"Am I right in thinking your cock was really comfortable up my ass?" I asked.
"Yes. You could tell?" he asked.
"I could. It was good, but when you lost it and rear loaded me, I knew how good it really was," I said. "You were draining your balls in me. That was a clue you like it."
"I didn't expect to shoot off in you," Miller said. "When I was shooting, I wanted to kiss you. I've never felt that way before." "Don't worry," I said. "In the official closeted gay guy's manual, it is okay to kiss while you are draining you balls into the guy's ass. It's just being polite."
Miller laughed. "I think I would like to have your cock in me," he said. "I think I would like your load."
"What you want to do and what your cock wants are not always the same thing. I it seems to me there is something in your cock that has its own plan for sperm distribution. It has its own plan, not yours," I said. We talked for a while. It was getting late, so we all went home. Three days later John called and told me things could not have been better. Everyone had enjoyed it.
For the next two weeks there was no sex. We were dealing with a hurricane. Topping County is west in Virginia on the edge of the Blur Ridge. Some hurricanes head west and when they encounter the Appalachian Mountain Range they head north-east. Usually the winds diminish, but flash floods can cause damage. A small creek can turn into a raging torrent in minutes.
There was another problem. Ornery and self-reliant mountain folk tend to think they can handle problems. Guys think the water isn't that deep and their four-by-four will be fine. I had to work extra hours and check to make sure our emergency warning system was fully functional.
We got the bullseye. There was poor cell service in many parts of the county, so there were hundreds of calls on the older phone lines. This clogged the lines, so I was getting almost continuous calls at night. The storm was bad, but we were prepared. There were only three deaths. That was sad, but the men who died knew more about where the storm was going than the weather service. They didn't evacuate. Two of the deaths killed men whose judgement was alcohol enhanced.
Maurice called me a week after the storm and said he had some friends I might like to meet. He had provided a crash pad for emergency workers during the storm at his house. He thought they would get along well with me and my friends. He told me they were important men.
"Do they know they are expected to give and to take?" I asked.
"Yes, I did. They aren't experienced men, but I mentioned they might need to open some new avenues for pleasure. There also might be an expanded racial element," Maurice added. "I had a sense that excited one of the men."
I talked with Delmar and Jefferson. They were willing so were at Maurice's house at eight on Friday night. A man calling himself Tommy arrived a few minutes later, followed by Whitey and Luke. I knew some of them, but many of them don't know me since I am usually just a voice answering the phone.
Whitey was a thirty-year-old, Episcopal minister who served three small churches in the areas. He was tall and had blond hair that was almost white. Tommy was the chef at the only real restaurant in the area. It billed itself as a county inn and was popular for weddings. Luke was the recently divorced head of the volunteer Rescue Squad. He was divorced because he was never home. I knew why.
Maurice introduced us and then left.
"We are here to have sex. I assume you are too. Instead of chatting a while before we get down to business, why don't were strip now and chat later?" I suggested.
"I want to do stuff, but I'm not sure I will like it," Tommy said.
"We are here to have fun. If it isn't fun, just say so," I said.
"Try not to change your mind mid orgasm. That includes yours and your playmates. Once you are shooting, you can't turn it off, Jefferson said.
"It makes a mess," Whitey said.
"I wouldn't worry about that," Delmar said. "I can help you out with spurting sperm." The men laughed and stripped.
Whitey was naked first since God had blessed him with an impressive white snake. Apparently. it had been relocated from the garden of Eden to Whitey's crotch. Tommy sported a thick fire plug. It looked thicker than it was long. Luke was in his mid-forty's, with a solid body, with a hairy chest and treasure trail to his pubic thicket. Only his uncut knob poked out
Whitey got the ball rolling by going to Jefferson, dropping to his knees a swallowing the Black man's cock. Two or three seconds later Delmar was sucking Tommy and Luke was sucking me.
"This is fucking beautiful. It's exciting," Luke said. "You're already dripping." I later found out Luke's experience was mostly at night at a rest stop. Cocks were mostly mystery meat for him. While few cock are pretty, they certainly are inspirational. Luke was over ripe and ready.
We got on the bed and sixty-nined. His cock was thick and meaty. He was already oozing, and I liked his cock juices. I shifted my leg a little and his hand went to my ass. I plan ahead and had lubricated my ass. when his finger encountered my lubricate hole, his cock spurted a big load of precum.
I rotated so we were face to face. "I have a suspicion you want your cock wants to explore my ass," I said.
"Do you get to do me if I do you?" he asked. "I had a bad experience once."
"You have to volunteer to get fucked," I said, adding "If you shoot off in my ass, it's not fucking, it is freshening the lube."
I was soon on my back with my legs spread. He intended to take it slow and easy. He was careful until he popped his cock past my sphincter. Luke didn't exactly go crazy as he pushed deeper, but he was enthusiastic.
While the cock head is the most sensitive part of the cock, the prostate is the sensitive gland in the ass. His thick cock all but mated with my prostate. Luke's entire body spasmed and he bellowed as he ejaculated. It was beautiful. I began to shoot as his ejaculations began to diminish. Luke and I were drained and rested
Whitey and Jefferson hit it off and they were on the floor next to be bed. "I've got a big one. You need to really want it to take it," Jefferson said.
"Can you take it slow?" Whitey asked.
"Sure, but it is the diameter of the cock that can be too much," Jefferson said. As he said that, Jefferson pushed his knob into Whitey's ass. He rested his knob at Whitey's sphincter and asked,. "Are you okay?" Before Whitey could answer, Jefferson made a hard thrust and his cock vanished into Whitey's ass.
"Damn, it's fucking beautiful," Whitey moaned. It was good for Jefferson too. A little later Jefferson fucked him doggy style with equal success.
Luke had recovered enough to go over to Delmar and sample his cock. I went to Tommy. Tommy wanted to suck me, so I had a restful and relaxing interlude. Tommy's job as a chef was clear when he realized he treated my cock as a food source, and he wanted my sperm as food. My mind wandered and I was surprised when I lost control and fed him the most recent production from my balls.
"It tastes better when it's warm and coming straight got the balls," he remarked. I moved so I could suck him off. his sperm was okay, but his twitching, spurting cock was exciting. that excitement seemed to flavor the cum. I milked him after the main orgasm. he twitched every time I coaxed a drop of cum from him.
Whitey, Tommy, and Luck went home happy men. They were used to quickies in dark places. They had real sex with experienced men, and they shared the experience with other men and even had the lights on. They discovered normal sex with normal men.