Old Andy 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 bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
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I usually cleaned the pool area by myself or with only one other guy. With four men helping me, I was well ahead of schedule. There was no problem getting things done in one day. At 12:00, we took a lunch break. Grant told me they figured that if they got the work done early, there might be more recreational time.
The conversation turned to sex after lunch. "We've sure had a good time the last time we were here with you," Grant said. "It has been really good."
"I've loved being here too," Paul said.
"I'm glad you've enjoyed it," I said. "I have two worries. I am an older man and you are quite a bit younger. In some situations, I would be considered a dirty old man. Are any of you uneasy?"
"I just want more," Martin exclaimed. "Days here have been the best days of my life. I'm an adult, ready and willing to explore more." Martin, Roddy and Paul nodded their agreement.
"We are sitting here naked. I assume that is a new experience for you. Are any of you uncomfortable?" I asked.
"I use to be," Paul said. "Guys usually make fun of my body. Here, I have found out that being a little uncomfortable with a tingle in my cock is a lot better than plain old uncomfortable." Martin said that he was more attractive when he was hard. The guys laughed.
I laughed. "When I was a kid, I thought my cock's sole purpose was to aim!" I said. "I had four brothers, so my Mom placed a high value on good aim. When I got older, I thought my cock was a pleasurable accessory, like a good music system in a car. Sometimes a felt I had a separate brain in my cock that had a mind of its own. I know now that my cock is hard wired to my brain and a basic part of my life, not just an accessory."
"I feel the same urges that you feel. I'm not a lovey-dovey kind of guy. You need to know my feelings and urges aren't platonic," I added. "I don't mind helping you with your sexual education, but I enjoy sex with you. I'm not into kids; I like men."
"I don't feel like a man yet," Paul remarked.
"You certainly are. You are full grown and mature," I said. "At the risk of sounding tacky, one part of you is more than full grown." The guys laughed. Paul's cock firmed up some.
"There is one more thing. You are new to this and experimenting. Not every experience is a success. You may not like some things. They may hurt. There is no requirement to like everything, and if it hurts don't do it," I explained. "But, you need to know that once you get started, it's hard to stop. If you are not sure, don't get started and don't be a tease. Cocks aren't obedient. Sometimes they go on automatic pilot."
"Some of the boys at school fucked me. It was terrible," Roddy said.
"I was always a big guy, so no one forced me to do anything," I said. "You should have turned them in, but I know that's difficult. The worst bullies and assholes are the mayor's son, or the offspring of a big donor to the school. The best revenge is living well. Remember that part of living well is having a good sex life."
"I was all top until I found a guy I really liked. I had fucked him for months and he wanted to do me. I wasn't too excited about that, but I liked him a lot. I liked having him in me. It was okay," I continued. "A few weeks later I was relaxed enough to grab his cock with my sphincter and work his tool. He had a spectacular orgasm and drained his balls into my ass. I thought I had won the lottery." The men laughed.
"You guys do it in the open? It's all so public here," Roddy said. He was rock hard.
"We are all members of the club. I'm pretty sure we have the same basic equipment and like the same things," Grant said. He leaned over and licked Roddy's cock. Roddy was uncut, and had some extra skin, so his knob wasn't fully exposed. Roddy's knob was a beautiful shade of lavender as it peaked from the thick foreskin. Grant seemed to like it.
As they sucked, the rest of the group joined in. Martin and Paul came to me. Paul attached himself to my cock and Martin fed me his tool. The guys were all revved up and they shot off quickly. Everyone went back to the college except Roddy. He hung around for a while. Eventually he asked if the men I fucked liked it. I said yes.
"It was just okay for a few guys, but most liked it a lot," I said. Then I asked him if he had screwed a man. He nodded.
"Would you like to?" I asked. "I'm willing."
"You would let me do that?" he asked.
"Sure. I like it, so there is no problem." I replied. Five minutes later he was lubricated and on his back. I straddled him and sat on his bloated tool. His cock was fat, but it fit. Roddy moaned.
"Does it feel good?" I asked. He moaned again. "Do you mind if I squeeze my sphincter and massage your cock?" He didn't object.
A little later he asked, "Does this mean you get to fuck me?"
"Nope," I said. "I don't fuck a guy unless he really wants it." Roddy didn't comment on that, he was too busy shooting off. My sphincter had a firm grip on his cock and I could feel each orgasmic spasm. Roddy was in heaven. He went home after the orgasm.
A week later Big Jonny came over and told me about another man. This time it was a faculty member, Darren Holman. Darren was a Classic's professor who specialized in Greek, but also studied ancient mid-eastern languages. He focused on Hebrew. He was also the swimming coach. His classes were taught to satisfy some members of the Board of Directors that we were preparing students for theological training. Most of our students were planning to inherit the family business from Dad. You don't need Greek for that. One word described Darren well, unmemorable. Big Jonny said when Darren walked by a white wall, he disappeared. He had few academic students, but the swim team was popular. The smaller, non-muscle- bound students liked the swim team. Darren had an incident at a local park. Luckily the police man involved had gone to school with Big Jonny and the event vanished. Jonathan realized that Darren was gay, but he needed to channel his urges into a healthier direction. That meant me. Jonathan said I was the perfect bait for closeted men. I also had access to a pool.
The college paid the faculty for nine months, and nothing in the summer. It didn't have summer school, so the faculty had a three month stretch with no salary. Most found jobs teaching summer courses elsewhere, but no one wanted a Greek and Ancient Hebrew professor. Darren became my summer helper. Darren liked gardening, and he took care of the flower beds. The house was used for conferences. These were mostly corporate, and they paid top rental for comparatively small events.
Having a gardener working on the flower beds helped justify the high cost. Most of the corporate types had never met an English-speaking gardener before, and they were impressed. Conferences were usually on weekends. Usually, we had the estate to ourselves from Tuesday to Thursday for much of the summer.
I had a second helper, Hamilton Evans. Ham had flunked out several times even with his parent's generous donations. Big Jonny discovered he was dyslexic, but his parents refused to admit he had a problem. He would work with a specialist in reading disorders in the morning and come to work for me in the afternoon. The hope was that he would complete the courses he flunked and get a degree. He also tended to have extravagant crushes on inappropriate men. He seemed to associate true manliness with marginally criminal types.
Luckily Ham had an interest in well-endowed men, and both Darren and I fell into that category. Of course, faculty could not associate with students, but Ham was no longer a student and was 24 years old. Hung is not exactly a scientific term. I am thick, longish and uncut. Darren was long, thin and cut.
We weren't Ham's type, but when he saw us naked in the pool, he reconsidered his preferences. That seems to be typical gay behavior. I am experienced, versatile and open minded sexually. Darren had little experience and had barely touch another man's cock. Ham was an experienced bottom but had been passive in his sexual experiences. We had little in common, but lust and sexual pleasure tends to make bonds between men, even if only while sucking or fucking.
I had spent the day with Ham removing a tree that had fallen in a storm. It was a hot and sticky day and we went to the pool to cool down. Darren joined us. Ham was not shy. When he got out of the pool he stretched out with his legs spread and his hole on display. "Damn I will be stiff as a board tomorrow. I need a massage," he said winking his hole at me.
"Is your ass getting tight from too much work?" Do you want it massaged?" I asked. Darren looked shocked; Ham laughed.
"I'm up for it," I said. "If you swallowed Darren's tool, he could massage your tonsils. I could go in your ass and if we are lucky our cocks might meet in the middle." Ham laughed again.
"More realistically, Darren has never fucked a guy before. I would like to give him some lessons," I said. Ham winked his ass again. I did a little demonstration of the gentle way to open an ass. Darren was next in line. I coated Ham's ass and Darren' cock with lubricant. I held Darren's cock at the pucker and told him to push gently. He pushed but not hard enough.
"Push a little harder," I said.
"What if it hurts?" he asked.
"Ham is a big boy. He will let you know," I said. A second or two later Darren was a three inches in and Ham's cock had gone from semi hard to a full erection.
"It feels good," Darren moaned.
"I think it feels even better for Ham. Push deeper!" I ordered. I knew Ham wasn't a virgin, but Darren slid in easily and seemed to hit some new spots. Ham was clearly enthusiastic. I was able to suck Ham as Darren fucked.
"Ham, do you want Darren to pull out before or after his climax?" I asked during a break.
"Fill me up!" he cried. "Go faster!"
A minutes or so later Darren shot off. Ham's cock exploded. His balls must have been overfilled. When he stopped ejaculating, Darren pulled out and I took his place. I am thicker than Darren and pushed his sperm deeper into his ass. I pumped and pounded. Ham was looking a bit frazzled.
"Do you need a break?" I asked.
"Damn, you wore me out," he said. "Can I get a rain check?"
I laughed and said, "That will not be a problem." They cooled down and then went home.
I thought the day's adventures were over, but at 7:30, Roddy knocked on my door. "I was driving through town and thought I would drop in. Is that a problem?" he asked. I invited him in and asked him what was on his mind.
"I told you I had some bad experiences getting fucked. You told me it's better when you want the cock of the guy who is fucking you. Do you remember?" he asked. I said I remembered.
"Well, I want your cock. I've been thinking about it more and more. It much bigger than the guys who did me, but I really want yours," he explained. We talked a little more then went to my bedroom. I fingered his ass and he relaxed a little. I lubricated my cock, I nudged my knob into in, stopping when I encountered resistance.
"Are you sure you want this? I asked.
"I want it more" he replied.
"I want you to welcome my cock into your ass. You've opened your mouth to suck my cock. Relax your ass to welcome me in," I said. Roddy relaxed a little, but that was all I need. I slipped by his sphincter rested at his prostate. He moaned. I poked his prostate and he twitched. I pulled back and then poked it a second time. I felt his cock. It was hard and drooling.
"Your cock likes what I am doing. What about you?" I asked.
"Are you going to cum in me?" he asked.
"Do you want me to?"
"I don't know, but if it happens, it's okay," he replied.
"Has anyone shot off in you before?" I asked.
"One guy did. Don was the team captain," Roddy replied. "He told me not to tell the other guys he shot off." I was rhythmically thrusting[BW1] into him, slowly pushing deeper. I was more than halfway in when Roddy began squeezing his ass to massage my cock. I pushed deep and shot off. Roddy moaned with each ejaculation. When I pulled out, I sucked him, and he came in my mouth. I took every drop and when he left my apartment, he was fucked and happy.
Unexpectedly Darren's cock had been a near perfect fit for Ham's ass. Darren's long, thin member could easily penetrate Ham. It was comfortable, but Darren like to explore and seek out new places to stimulate. He also had a long fuse could stay hard for more than an hour before climaxing.
Later that week, Darren spent the night and gave Ham a good hour-long fuck in the morning before he went to the person working on his dyslexia. The sexual stimulation followed by a warm sperm bath, worked wonders for Ham's reading ability. It seemed that Ham's reading problem was related to his father who berated his son, and this developed into an obsession for both father and son. The extended session with Darren left Ham completely relaxed. With no tension and anxiety, Ham could read.
It was a good summer. Ham was all bottom and accommodating. He was a different man with a hard cock in his behind. Roddy dropped by a few times to plow Ham, and he encountered Darren. It could have been embarrassing, but Ham told them he would like to be shared. He asked if I would like to join in. We round Robin fucked ham for a few hours. It was more enjoyable than I would have thought.
I had seen gang bangs in videos, but this was informal and relaxed. Roddy and I were versatile, and eventually Darren and became versatile. Darren's ass was nice and tight. He thought I was too big for him. While he was slow fucking Ham I noticed his hole was stretched open. I touched it with my lubricated cock head and it seemed to open more.
I pushed harder and encountered his firm and tightly clenched sphincter. Ham moaned and cried, "Damn, you've hit the good spot!" Darren's sphincter relaxed, and I was deep in him. He had a beautiful orgasm that I felt as massaged his ass. I seemed to find a spot that would generate an ejaculation when my cock poked it. I seemed to have poked it four or five times.
We broke apart. Roddy took Darren's place in Ham's ass. I sat on Darren's cock. I took it until his cock head was on the dark side if my sphincter. His knob was ultra-sensitive after the orgasm and I gently massaged it.
The four of us traded positions and partners several times. While Darren and Roddy were new to anal sex, each penetration was easier and more pleasurable. Ham was a living advertisement for anal sex. He loved it.
I was on my back and Ham was sitting on my tool when he bent over to force my cock into a different part of his ass. I saw Darren behind him. I was maybe 75% hard. Suddenly I felt Darren's cock sharing the hole with me. My cock had company. I was rock hard, responding to Darren's cock rubbing my excited cock. Ham was moaning in pleasure.
Darren began to squirt. His twitching cock got me spurting and we made a sperm milkshake in the tight confines of Ham's fuck hole. It couldn't have lasted for long, but it seemed longer. When we broke apart, Ham rolled over a seconds later made his deposit in Darren's ass. He pulled out mid orgasm, and them shoved his cock into me. He made his final ejaculations he seemed blissfully calm. When he pulled out of me, Roddy slid his tool into me.
"You don't mind a little more mess, do you?" he asked. He didn't really fuck me. He just used my hole as a warm, friendly place to deposit his man seed. "I'm sorry I didn't wait for your answer. I just didn't want to waste it," Roddy said.
I played with his tits and he had a few more ejaculations. Next to us, Ham was on his back with his legs in the air. Darren's classical, linguist's tongue was in the ass coaxing dribbles of cum into his mouth. When we all calmed down, we talked.
"You know I like it in the ass. Usually a cock is just a tool to get me off. We connected tonight. It was as if you were part of me. Your cocks were part of me and I was part of you," Ham said.
"Sex is just sex until it becomes more than that," Darren said. "I didn't know I could feel so much. I didn't want to fuck you; I wanted to share my orgasm with you. Could you feel that?"
"I wanted to give Andy my seed. I made it myself and I wanted to give it to him," Roddy said.
"Did you think about a home-made card?" Ham asked. Everyone laughed.
"I can tell the difference between getting your rocks off and giving a present or making an offering," I said. "Sometimes sharing your home-brew is exciting. It's personal."
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