New Age Acres 2
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 bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
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I had met Butch twenty minutes earlier and I had no idea what to expect. My turn around time between meeting a man and having him fuck me had been three or four months. Twenty minutes should have been a shock. Butch's cock was bigger than I thought, but he was a master fucker. He was like a virtuoso violist. His cock was the bow; my ass was his instrument. I expected it to be rough and sordid. It was beautiful and lyrical.
Beautiful and lyrical aren't terms usually associated men fucking men. Butch was a carpenter and furniture maker. When I saw his furniture for the first-time weeks later, I recognized he was a master craftsman, an artist. Apparently, he could use his cock as well as he could use his furniture making tools.
I had been fucked before, but his fucking was almost a different skill, beyond what I had experienced. I would have guessed that artistry of his skills might reduce the animal drive toward an organism. I always sensed that he was aiming towards two orgasms, his and mine. Eventually he and I zoned out and our sex organs took control. His cock all but exploded in my ass producing impressive ejaculations that I could feel.
His ejaculations triggered my orgasm. Desmond and Vance were watching and appreciated my spurting cock. Desmond leaned over to take some of my sperm.
Butch pulled out. Much to my surprise, Vance entered my ass, filling the void left by Butch's cock. Vance didn't fuck me in anyway but the technical sense. He massaged my ass, letting me gently down from the sexual high. It was beautiful and calming for me. I relaxed and was surprised when Vance lost control and shot off in my ass. Again, I could feel each of his ejaculations and appreciated each spurt.
Desmond slipped into my ass next. "This is just a little get-to-know you poke," he said. "Your ass is quite lovely. Some men are tense and on edge after being fucked. Have you been in a sling before?"
"No, I didn't expect it to be so comfortable," I replied.
"The geometry of the sling means you can't resist anal penetration. You might as well relax and go with the flow," Desmond said. "I saw my father screwing my mother-de-jour after four or five men had screwed and seeded her. He said sperm was the best lubricant. He was anti-gay, but he loved other men's cum. I'm not sure he ever took sperm from the spigot, but he may have."
"Are you enjoying this?" I asked.
"I am a bit surprised and am enjoying it more than I expected," Desmond replied. "I want to be more intellectual and less sensual than my father. My dreams of intellectual reserve tend to vanish when I am erect."
"Does it completely vanish when your hard cock is in a warm ass?" I asked.
He looked at me oddly and said, "You're a mind reader!" We both laughed and my ass relaxed more, and his cock became harder and he pushed deeper.
"Your cock is quite beautiful. I would love to feel it in me," he said as he shot off. He pulled out and Mac came by and helped me out of the sling.
"There can be too much of a good thing. Are you okay?" he asked. I told him all was well.
"You are new meat. Everyone wants to fuck you," Mac said.
I leaned close to him and whispered, "I feel odd. I didn't expect to enjoy this so much. My mind says it's wrong, but my body says it's good. Actually, it is a lot more than good."
"You are happy; we are happy. I don't see any problem," Mac said. "I should tell you that I tend to let my cock do my thinking for me. That has led to some great times, and a few, nearly total, disasters. I can't recommend my cock as being 100% right."
I smiled. "I was proud that I never let my cock take the lead in sexual matters," I said. "I'm retired and have no obligations. I don't trust my cock. Is it possible my prostate has better judgement?"
"It lives in a sheltered, dark place most of the time, but it seems to like making new friends," Mac suggested. I laughed.
Hardy, Jonathan, Arturo and Desmond came over to us. "You guys look like you are trying to solve the problems of the world. Have you found a solution?" Desmond asked.
"We were discussing the virtues of thinking with our brains, versus thinking with our cocks," I said.
Hardy smiled. "I use my brain 95% of the time, but it's nice to give it a rest once and a while," he explained. "When I'm sexually engaged it may be 10% brain and 90% cock."
"You forgot the 10% chance of rain," Mac added. Hardy was a weatherman. We all laughed.
"I have a question. Did any of you think you were being molested with your first gay experience" Mac asked. "I had some strange and unpleasant experiences, but that was when I was older."
"I learned to fuck from a master, Big Don." Hardy said. He was a neighbor, Mr. Macho in public, a former local football player. Looking back, I suspected most of his touchdowns were in the shower room. He liked cute boys. I wasn't exactly cute, but I was cute enough."
"I mowed lawns in the summer, and he was one of my clients. He sold cars and was on TV all the time in ads. He had a big house and pool. Back then, pools were comparatively rare. He told me I could swim after I finished the lawn," Hardy said. "It was ninety degrees one day. I wore baggy swimming trunks, so I was ready. I jumped in and swam a little. Big Don came out wearing the smallest, tightest Speedo-type trunks I had ever seen. He belly flopped into the water and then did a few laps.
When he got out of the water, his white trunks were all but transparent. He noticed me staring at his crotch. "If you show me yours, I'll show you mine," he said. I must have looked around and he told me the pool was totally private. I undid the drawstring on my shorts. He peeled his swimsuit off.
"Have you seen an old man naked before?" he asked. I shook my head. "I have a big one, but you look good too," he added. I must have looked lost.
"If you are interested, I can show you some fun things we can do naked," he said. "Come closer to me if you're interested. Don't worry, I'm not going to jump you."
I came closer and he surprised me by sucking my cock. Somehow, I knew he was good at it. I shot off in three or four minutes. He took my load.
"Do I have to do you now?" I asked.
"Another time maybe. Once you've popped, it not the same as when you are fully loaded and revved up," he said.
"I'd better go," I told him. He told me he was usually home on Friday at this time. I was more than welcome to come back.
The next week was rainy, but the week after that was sunny. Big Don came out as soon as I was finished mowing. We swam and stripped again.
"Do you want to suck me again, I asked. "Cock aren't pretty, I understand if you don't want to."
Big Don laughed. "Mine is big and lumpy. It drools and spurts when I get excited. Let me tell you, the more it drools and spurts the more men like it. I knew what you were feeling when you shot off. It's the best feeling in the world. I enjoyed your cock drool and the creamy cum. I loved sharing it."
"I'm just not sure," I told him.
"Hardy, you are telling yourself a little fib. You know why you are here, and I know why you are here. Let's get down to business and have some fun," Big Don said.
"Was he right?" I asked.
"Well, he was somewhere between 99 and 100% right," Hardy replied. It was wonderful."
"I had a different experience. I went to art school and made money on the side modeling. This was real artist modeling, not porn stuff. I was in good shape and looked good enough," Vance said. "My muscles were well defined, and I was easy to draw."
"Are you serious about that?" Edmund asked.
"If you are doing life studies, an anatomically well-defined guy is good. Women tend to be less defined, my body was more educational," Vance said.
"Did the girls fall for you?" I asked.
"It was a challenging course and they saw me as difficult object to draw," Vance said. "I had a girl friend then. She was pretty and very difficult. She left me for a richer guy. Somehow, I ended up in bed with a Graduate Assistant. He was no catch, but the sex was unbelievable.
"I was a late bloomer," Jonathan said, "I was over forty and went to a church conference. Somehow my hotel room reservation got lost and one of the guys at the conference had a room with two beds. He was alone so he offered me the other one. When I got to the room after the night's program, my roommate, Martin, was in the shower."
"He didn't hear me as I came in, so he walked into the room stark naked. He was a mousy choir director who had Godzilla's cock. I did a double take."
"I'm so embarrassed. I had no idea you were back," he said.
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about," I replied. That seemed to get things off to a good start. I took a shower and when I returned naked; he was still naked. I wanted to play it casual, but that is hard to do when you are erect.
"Martin sucked me, and all was well. I was happily married and loved my wife, but sex with Martin was out of this world. When I was with a woman sexually, I wondered what the fuss was about. I found the answer with Martin. We would meet up once or twice a year. Martin died three years ago."
"I had a completely different experience." Desmond explained. "I was not a sheltered child. Dad and his playmates let it all hang out. While they were flower children, they had no place for an actual child in their lives. Our closest neighbor was a farmer named Ovid. He was a nice man and he explained the real world to me."
"As opposed to the world of New Age Acres?" I asked.
Desmond nodded. "Ovid was normal and treated me as a son. When I was fifteen, I was walking back from the school bus stop by the back way past a pond. I saw Ovid's farm hands, Dicky and Donnie, swimming in the pond naked. I had seen a lot of naked guys usually fucking Dad's mate. For some reason Dicky and Donnie seemed different."
"They saw me watching them. Dicky called out, "You have to move on or get naked and join us." Given my upbringing, getting naked seemed to be the right thing to do. I joined them and eventually they told me there were thinking about messing around and letting off some steam," Desmond continued.
"I guessed that messing around and sex were the same thing, but I was wrong about that. I saw sex as being crude and impersonal. That was they way Dad liked it. He used to say, "a Man has got to be a Man" before sex. Dicky and Donnie were different. They liked each other and wanted to have fun, not prove they were men," Desmond added. "I joined in with them and had a great time. I have a little confession to make. Donnie and Dicky were better equipped than my Father was. I knew what a cock was for, I had seen cocks in action for years. Dicky used his tongue and lips to caress and massage my cock.
"A little later I was in Donnie's ass as Dicky sucked him. It was the first time he had been double teamed. It apparently all but doubled the intensity of the orgasm. Dicky said the cum even tasted better. After that I discovered Dicky cock was a love stick. He didn't shove it in my ass, he filled it with love. He deposited a pint of cum into me as Donnie took my load. It was getting late, but we agreed to get together again," Desmond said.
"Did you?" Hardy asked.
"A week later Ovid was away at a family reunion, so Donnie, Dicky and I could go at it for hours. One of Donnie's friends joined us, Freddy. Freddy was a bit older and he had discovered them at the pond. Freddy turned out to be the associate minister at the Baptist Church. He liked young guys a lot, but he really loved young cocks in his ass. He discovered that when I was fucking him," Desmond explained. "I was the first guy to unload in him and that was good too."
"I was used to seeing wild orgies at home. Technically the four of us were doing the same things, but the guys were calm and considerate. It was never wild, but I admit it was intense. There were a few hard thrusts just before the orgasms," Desmond said. "It was neat. Cum was either shot deep in your ass or eaten fresh from a spurting cock."
"My father was a sculptor like me. My mother was a jealous woman and was always convince my Dad was cheating on her," Arturo said. "Beautiful women were her arch enemies, and I had almost daily lectures on that subject. I loved her and that information skewed my sex life."
"My mother was a beauty, so when I was older, I avoided girls. Dad died young and I became the man of the house at fifteen. I had inherited my father's talent as a sculptor, so I was working as an assistant for a noted sculptor who specialized in statues of sports' figures. I was soon his chief assistant. He did the large, life-sized figures. I did the statuettes. They were very successful, and I was making real money," Arturo explained.
"I was twenty-five when I did a statuette of a wrestler who posed nude for me. I had grown a beard by then and lost my boyish charm. Most of the athletes knew that messing with underage youths was too dangerous. He had a problem with fans who wanted to have his baby's and would take him to court for child support," Arturo continued. "He got hard. I helped him with it. Things developed after that."
"Who was the wrestler?" I asked.
"I don't kiss and tell," he replied. "He was a nice guy who just wanted to play and then drain his cock in someone who wouldn't get pregnant and enjoyed it. It was a perfect fit for my ass. I'm a lover not a fucker, so he love it when I massaged his ass. He was a wild man in the ring, and he wanted some down time."
"He liked my sculpture and my cock. He recommended me to his buddies. That was good for my career and my ego. It was good for the wrestlers to get out of character and be plain old horny men. I'm not a small man but compared to them I was small. They were all careful with me. I was surprised that so many liked to bottom. You just have to lie back and let the top do the work."
"I think we've been chatting long enough," Desmond said. "I think we have all had a good time. Most, if not all of us, have shot off. It's time for some of us to take a nap. I think we will have another party soon. I'm ready to have more fun tonight if any of you want to stay, and maybe have few more orgasms."
"I'm not the most perceptive man in the world," Smoky said, "but I would guess most of us are willing to have more fun. I wouldn't want you to think I'm slutty, but I can both give and take. I'm willing to fuck or be fucked by any man here!"
"I need to warn you. Smoky could say the same about any man within a fifty-mile radius!" Hardy said. Everyone laughed.
"Shit Hardy, I thought your asshole was listed as a major county attraction," Mac said, "Didn't they use a picture of it on a billboard just off the interstate?"
"You are wrong about that, but they did use it in the Chamber of Commerce's Christmas card," Desmond added. There was more laughter. Hardy was fine with the good-natured ribbing. He was in TV. Any publicity was good publicity.
Since we had all shot off before, the sex was more relaxed than before. I discovered my ass was more accommodating than I had suspected. I also discovered that you can be relaxed, friendly and have an erection at the same time.
It was not laid back just before and during the orgasm, but somehow sperm spurting from a friendly cock was different from a sperm from a man who wanted you to have his baby.
I was deep in Arturo's ass when Hardy fucked me. I realized that the all the men in a fifty-mile radius would have been lucky men. Hardy was a master of anal massage. Vance slipped into Hardy, and Mac skewered himself on Arturo's cock.
A minute or two later we were connected. It wasn't a daisy chain. It was more like a sexual centipede. After a short time, Desmond announced," I'm going to count to ten. When I reach ten, pull out, roll over and fuck the man who is fucking you now. Then go for the gold." We all obeyed.
Arturo was in me and I was fucking Hardy. When Mac's cock entered Arturo's tight ass, Mac began to thrust hard and deep. When Mac shot off, Arturo rear loaded me, and I filled Hardy. I think we all shot off in order. As cock softened and our sphincters milked the last drops of cum from the cock, I think we realized this might had been a once in a lifetime event.