New Adventures
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, you DO NOT The 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.
Bunny was a just retired, middle aged man who happened to be my neighbor. He was a nice guy. He and his wife were good neighbors but no more than that. My wife unexpectedly left me after our youngest son finished college. That was a shock, but affection had turned to continual nagging, and I discovered my life became quiet and peaceful. Nagging does not improve your life and is not an expression of affection.
Bunny's wife had a heart attack. Bunny woke up to find her dead next to him in bed. It was a shock, but the autopsy found she had a major heart problem, and it was a heart attack.
I am Don Millbank, an English teacher for 25 years and I had just retired. My parents had recently died and so I helped Bunny with funeral arrangements and estate problems. Bunny was surprised that his wife had a substantial trust fund, and he was quite wealthy.
He was retired and golfed. Actually, he liked golf and always looked like was going to or coming from the golf club. He liked the look.
Months after his wife died, a male friend came to see him regularly. Before that his wife's bridge club were the only visitors. One afternoon he left the drapes open, and I saw Bunny and his friend naked and in what is what used to be called a compromising condition. I was surprised. I was more than surprised, I was excited, sexually excited.
I stripped naked, open my drapes, and played with my cock. Bunny noticed me, smiled, and waved. He dropped to his knees and sucked his friend's cock.
The next day he saw me in the back garden and came over. "I guess you figured out my little secret. I hope I didn't offend you?" he said.
"To tell you the truth, I thought I should have been shocked, but I was too excited to feel shocked," I said.
"Pleasantly excited?" he asked.
I nodded. "I didn't know I could still feel that way. My former wife thought sex was only for babies," I said.
Bunny smiled and said, "My extracurricular activities never result in childbirth. They are purely recreational." After a brief pause, he added, "I have a friend coming by tomorrow. His is a nice, friendly man. Would you like to meet him?"
I was going to think it over. Somehow, I said yes. I was interested. "What kind of things are you interested in?" I asked.
"If you can do it with a cock, we do it," he said. "It's not a lady's tea party."
I agreed to join Bunny. Bunny said his group wasn't organized, and he would introduce me to them. Once or twice a year they might have a group event, but most sex was one on one. Several days later I had a call from a man named Denny, he said he was one of Bunny's friends and wanted to meet me. He came to my house in the evening two days later.
I was surprised that I knew him. When my wife died, he was one of the police men who came to investigate it. He was maybe fifty years old and pleasant. He was a big, beefy man, and was gorilla like when he stripped. Uncut, I sucked him first, pushing the foreskin back to expose his cock head. By the time my tongue licked his cock head he was already oozing precum.
He told me that most guys were used to cut cocks and had not encountered uncut cocks before, I was enthusiastic about his cock. Unexpectedly when my tongue encountered his wide piss slit, I became more excited. I encountered his sex juices, and it excited me, Soon, he was sucking my cock as I sucked his. He oozed a lot of precum, and I enjoyed that, and he obviously liked my tool.
I had only met him once, but when I tasted his sex ooze, I felt a knew him. As a retired English teacher, the written and spoken word was important to me. It hadn't occurred to me that you could taste a man's sex organ and know him.
Maybe ten minutes later his oversized cock fed me the entire contents of his balls. I thought that I would have spit it out. I loved it. I could taste his excitement and I felt honored that he would share his sperm with me. I knew he was all but defenseless during an orgasm. He chose to feed me his sperm.
I continued to milk the creative fluids from his cock. I felt his sperm told me all I needed to know about him as I swallowed the final drops.
"Do you want me to suck you off?" Denny asked. "I've never done that before, but I owe you." He paused, and added, "I like to fuck too."
Just then his beeper went off. There had been a large accident on the interstate. Denny dressed and raced out of the house. That night I saw him on the television, ripping a door off a car to get a wounded passenger out of the care. I knew he was big but that answered my question as to if it was fat or muscle. It was muscle.
That weekend he came by my house. "I really liked what we did the other day," he said. "Do you think we could do it again?"
"I know we could do that again," I replied. "I had never done it before, and I loved it. To tell the truth, I didn't know anything could be that good."
"No one has ever swallowed my cock scum before," he said. "It was really good."
"I have a feeling that there are many things I have never done that I would like to do with you," I said.
"I'm a big guy," he said. We went upstairs and stripped. Denny was bruised and cut from his work at the accident. I was soon on my back on the bed. Denny lubricated his cock, raised my legs, and pushed his cock into my exposed hole.
"Can I cum in your ass?" he asked.
"I've never done that, but I want it in me," I said. He made a quick trust and reached my sphincter. His cock head massaged my sphincter and then he made a hard thrust. It cleared the sphincter and lodged against my prostate. I knew I had a prostate, but I had no idea what it could do.
I was moaning in pleasure. Denny noticed that and gently rubbed his cock head against my prostate. It was beautiful. The rounded shape of his cock head perfectly caressed my prostate.
He pushed deeper and I moaned. Denny's cock was long and thick, but it fit. I was again surprised that I greatly enjoyed the feel of his sperm filling my ass. Somehow, I felt his orgasm and each spurt of his climax. I enjoyed taking his load.
Denny was asleep as soon as his orgasm diminished. He slept until the next morning. After the accident I assumed it was difficult to relax and rest. The sexual climax and my accommodating ass resolved that problem. He awoke relaxed and drained.
I was showering when he woke. He joined me and asked if it had been as good for me as it had been for him. I said it had been great. He dropped to knees and sucked me to completion. After I shotoff he said that he had never taken a man's sperm before. It had been good. He went home after breakfast.
After he left Bunny knocked on my back door. He asked if I had gotten along with Denny. I said I had, and we got along well.
Bunny said an old friend of his was coming over that afternoon and asked if I would like to meet him. I said I would, but Denny and I had quite a workout and I would not be at my best.
Bunny smiled. "My friend is an old friend, he would be pleased to meet a new man as young as you are," he said.
"He would think I am young?" I asked. Bunny laughed.
At two that afternoon Bunny arrived with his friend, Ambrose. He was in his mid-seventies and looked distinguished. He had been a college English and Classics professor. He said that avoiding sexual entanglements with students and younger faculty members. Now that he was retired, he was making up for lost time. "I know that I am well beyond my sell-by date," he said. "Bunny was a lucky find."
We talked for a while then went to my bedroom. Ambrose was a good-looking older man. Ambrose said he had returned from a trip to Florida. His white body hair stood out from his tanned skin. He dropped to his knees to suck my cock. It took only a minute or two for him to swallow most of my cock. He seemed to be relaxed and comfortable to be sucking my cock.
Ambrose, Bunny, and I relocated to my bed. Ambrose's tongue explored my cock as Bunny's mouth enveloped his cock. I realized I had begun to ooze precum, and he liked that. He liked that a lot. I got harder and he liked that as much as I did. Seconds later Ambrose filled my mouth with sperm. It was pleasant and friendly.
Bunny relocated and soon we were sharing cocks. He was leaking precum too. His cock was hard as a rock. I squirted a single volley of my sperm into his mouth. Then I took every drop of Bunny's orgasm. There seemed to be sperm everywhere. Man seed filled my body. I was confused and disoriented but if it came from a cock, it was good.
I loved it and was surprised I wanted more. I didn't want it to stop. I barely knew Ambrose, but his sperm was more than enough to become a good friend. We rested and then it was clear that Ambrose's cock needed to be thanked and appreciated.
His cock was still partly hard. As soon as my mouth enveloped his cock head, I tasted the remnants of his orgasm drooling from his slit. His cock enlarged and I knew he wanted more. Bunny's cock was still hard and when his cock touched my ass, I shifted to make sure the path to my prostate was clear. For the next hour, Bunny and Ambrose took turns returning to my ass. Sometimes, it was just to enjoy the warmth of my cum filed ass. Other times the earlier orgasms needed to be refreshed.
I expected that the later orgasms would be modest. They were powerful and still tickled my cum filled ass. Ambrose had to go around four. I sucked his sperm coated cock to a final orgasm as Bunny sucked the cum drool from my cock.
While I didn't want it to stop, I knew that the orgasms would soon diminish. I also knew my own stamina would also diminish. We all took a shower and dressed. No one could tell what we had done. We all still looked like older businessmen.
A teacher's husband had a heart attack and I returned to school as a substitute. She taught the non-college bound classes, so it was a different experience for me. I taught for a week and a half until the teacher returned.
Bunny came over to see me. He said that Ambrose and wanted to see me when I could. "Actually, I wanted to reconnect too," Bunny said. "When we got together the last time, I remembered why I like gay sex. You are full service, top, bottom, and sideways. Did you like it as much as I did?"
"I did. I had been embarrassed I liked men sexually. My experience with anal sex had been rare and unsuccessful. I liked your cock in me, and I loved it when you shot off in me," I said. "I never thought sperm could express affection."
"You brought back my youth," Bunny said, "We were both willing to go all the way and trade the special sauce. I remembered my youth when I first swallowed the special sauce. All the beauty came back. I felt it, I could tell you felt it too."
Bunny's phone beeped and he had a call. I went to the shower to clean up. Bunny joined me. "That was another pal of mine. He is meeting with a client. I told him about you and would like to have a little fun before he goes home tomorrow. Are you interested?" Bunny asked. "I think you would like him."
I thought had reached my limit of sexual encounters for the day. I enjoyed them, but enough was enough. I said I would be glad to meet him. I think I misjudged my sexual urges.
At 8 o'clock, Bunny and his friend Gregory knocked at my door. Gregory was about sixty, well dressed and good looking. He had a deep voice and seemed to be in good shape. It turned out that he owned Greg's Pizza, a popular chain, and the Athena Restaurants, a fancier chain serving Italian and Greek cuisine. It served fine food.
Gregory was well groomed and wore a well-tailored suit. He was in town talking to bankers about adding a banquet room to the Athena. There was no good place in town for a wedding reception or a dress-up social event. The old hotel had closed and the country were lackluster.
"I got the loan and the financing," he said. "I was well prepared, but I am always worried I forgot something. I can relax now."
"Greg and I are old friends. I told him that you are a retired teacher, but you were relaxed and pleasant to be with," Bunny said. "I said you get along with guys well."
"After teaching high school students for twenty-five years, I don't need any stress," I said. "Bunny has been my neighbor for years. his wife died and my wife left, so we have pooled our resources. It turns out middle aged men can have fun."
"I could use some fun," Greg said.
"After dealing with teen aged angst in my students for years, I was careful to avoid anything sexual." I said. "Bunny introduced me to some no strings attached pleasure. That has been good. It was meaningless but pleasurable. We are sort of no strings attached pals."
"I could use some pleasure," Greg said. Bunny and I smiled. We went to my bedroom, and we stripped.
Greg's father was Italian, his mother was Greek. Under Greg's expensive suit, he was hairy like a gorilla. I discovered that was a major turn on. I had noticed I liked hairy men. in high school I had chest hair and the guys joked about it. I was a smooth, newborn babe compared to Gregory. I was also turned on.
I dropped to my knees, sought out his cock in the pubic forest and found his uncut cock. I sucked in his foreskin and used my tongue to enter the skin and caress his drooling cock head. Greg moaned, and a glob of precum oozed from his cock.
I later found out that Greg's ultra masculine body was a turn off for many men. Many younger guys like smooth, boyish types. I had no problem with Greg, his body, his hair, or least of all his cock. After a little while, he asked if I liked it in the ass. I said I sure did.
While I assumed Bunny had told him of my interest, I realized that Bunny liked watching me take a cock. He was helpful. I had a feeling that Greg's cock hadn't visited a man's asshole in a while. I later learned he had four children and his wife had problems after the last child. While Greg wouldn't be unfaithful, having fun with a guy was not a problem. Interludes with men were rare, and finding a man wo liked it was even rarer for Greg.
Greg was well equipped but was a snug fit in my ass. It was good for me but was all but perfect for Greg. He loved it. It was what he was hoping for. His precum began to flow and while it was tight, he had no problem fucking. His cock massaged my ass.
After Greg told me that he wasn't just massaging my ass, he was fucking it. I was all he hoped it would be. He suddenly tried to pull away. Bunny held him and felt him spurt volley after volley of cum into me. He pulled out and Bunny took care of his cock drool.
"I didn't expect that," Greg said, "It was good, really good." He paused and said, "Do you get to do me now?"
"That is not required," I said. "It felt good when you shot off in me. Could you do it again?" Greg was still hard. Soon he lifted my legs and eased his cock into my ass. He used his own sperm as lubricant. He was trying to do it slow and easy. His fully erect throbbing cock had other plans. Maybe ten minutes later he climaxed again.
After he pulled out, Bunny did a togue exam of my ass, taking as much semen as he could reach,
"I am embarrassed," Greg said.
"Your cock likes what it likes. It can't control what it likes. Until a little while ago, Greg had no idea of his asshole's needs or potential for pleasure. You are two lucky men," Bunny said. Greg got dressed and went home.
Bunny stayed and opened his ass for me. I think my cock hit some new places in his ass. His ass seemed more accommodating and welcoming. I was caught off guard when I shot off in him. I knew he wanted every drop. That pleased me and I tried to force my seed deeper into him.
He went home and I took a nap. Oddly, I was both tired and confused. My experiences were exciting, pleasurable, and confusing, they were totally unexpected. I had been a conventional schoolteacher. I had a life with a few ups and downs. As a schoolteacher I followed the same path year after year. Avoiding drama was a requirement. For a teacher drama meant a problem.
I was helpful, and concerned, but realistically an English class is unlikely to make up for a difficult situation at home. I couldn't make up for an alcoholic father or a series of "Uncles" a mother might bring home from the bar.
Sex with men was unexpected. I realized that I liked it. I soon realized it was more than a quirk in my personality. I did a lot more than just like. I had treated sex as an extra added attraction. I knew now it was not just a sideshow.
The next day, Denny called and came to my house. "I was thinking that I needed to apologize to you. I was thinking our relationship was one sided," he said. "I didn't reciprocate."
"If I said you left enough of your sperm in my ass to cover the need to do any more, would you understand you did enough?" I asked. "You did notice I liked it?" I asked.
"I thought you were being polite," he replied.
"When a guy's cock is pounding your prostate and injecting his sperm into your ass, I don't worry about politeness," I said. "I also know that a man doesn't drain his balls into another man's ass to be polite. I couldn't help myself. They used to call the cock a man's private parts. When a man shares it with another man, it becomes special. Was it special for you?"
"It sure was," Greg admitted. About ten minutes we were naked. I was on my back and Greg's cock was revisiting my ass. It was just as good as it had been before. All was well. I suspected Greg had relaxed some.
A week later Bunny said he was going to have some close friends over to his house on the July 4th weekend. Most of our neighbors went to see friends and family for the holiday, so the neighbors would be gone. I asked how many guests would be there. He said Ambrose, Greg, and Denny would be there with a few others. I said I would attend.
I walked over around one. There were three men I didn't know, Rev. Douglass Wilson from the Methodist church, a Billy Moore, the pharmacist, and Johnny Thomas, the TV station weatherman. These were two men I didn't know.
"I am glad you all could come. You all know my recreational interests. I know you all share the same interests. I was hoping we could have some fun. You all know what sort of fun I like. You could say I like friendly, intense, and penetrating fun. I am not looking for a commitment, just friendship." He said.
"I thought you liked penetrating fun with a sperm finale," Johnny said. The men laughed. By that time Ambrose, Billy, and I had begun to strip. All was well.
Ambrose came over to me. "I would like to introduce you to Douglas Wilson," he said. "He is a good man despite his profession. He is a do unto others as you would have them do you, man. I told him you were a good bottom." We shook hands.
I was a little offended to be introduced as a bottom. I was going to complain, but I played with my cock that was semi erect. He did the same and his cock came to life.
"Some guys say his cock is too big," Ambrose said. "I didn't that that would be a problem for you."
One of the problems with naked men is that it is hard to keep secrets with other naked men. I glanced at John and knew he wanted the same thing he did. he came over to me, dropped to his knees and sucked my cock.
Greg came over to our little group. Ambrose was obviously attracted to Greg and swallowed Greg's cock. After ten minutes or so I realized that Bunny was a superb matchmaker. Somehow these random men got along well, but they were sexually compatible. We got along well, and our genitals were exceptionally compatible.
Becoming comfortable taking their cocks in my ass, I enjoyed their cocks in my ass and loved their orgasms and savored every spurt and drip. I was not alone in feeling comfortable. All the men enjoy man-to-man sex. It wasn't love, but it was good, Gay sex turned from being a rare event into an integral part of life.