Open Wide and Smile! 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 By and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to winarch47@yahoo.com.
I am Billy Boy Benson. That is my real name, not a nick name. My folks were nice, but not to the manor born. I was raised in a trailer park. Dad was a truck driver. Mom worked in the school cafeteria. We had a happy life. I was an only child, but Dad's sister, Della, lived in the same trailer park. She had five kids so there was always someone to play with. Mom's brother, Billy lived at the park too. Living in a trailer park can be rough, but Dad was a big man as was my uncle Billy. We associated with the portion of the park residents who had jobs, so life was good if uneventful. I was the first member of my family to graduate from high school.
A month after graduation I ran into Uncle Billy's pal Bubba. He lived on the rough side of the trailer park; he was sitting on the steps of his trailer drinking beer. It was a hot summer day and he asked if I wanted a beer. Since I had just turned 18 two months earlier, I said yes, so we went inside to get a beer. He was shirtless and had old shorts on. He also wasn't wearing under shorts. Bubba was a lineman for the telephone company and was muscular and hairy. He dozed off and I took a chance and licked his cock that was hanging out of his shorts.
It turned out he wasn't that tired, but he liked what I was doing. A little later we were on the floor sucking each other off. I was surprised when he shot off. He shot sweet creamy stuff, not piss. I liked it. I went home when Bubba was sound asleep.
A few days later I was with Uncle Billy, and he asked if Bubba took advantage of me. I said no, it was fine and explained I had fun. I think I told him we had a lot of fun. He said that since Bubba hadn't hurt me it was okay. I then asked if he and Bubba had fun once and a while. He didn't answer me directly but from the way he acted I knew the answer. He said something like once and a while it nice to have some fun.
Dad got a big raise and was transferred to a bigger city, so he and mom moved. I had a job at a fast-food restaurant. I always showed up on time and I rose through the world of fast food quickly. When my folks moved, I moved in with Uncle Billy. I started going to night school to become a nurse's assistant.
I had guessed Uncle Billy and Bubba were more than just pals. When I came home from night school, I sometimes joined them in bed. Bubba tended to fall asleep as soon as he shot off. You could say that Billy was dressed for the party but had no date. The second Billy's knob popped past my sphincter it was heaven for both of us. After a few minutes he would shoot off and fill my ass with his cock cream.
He would fall asleep, and I would ease my cock into his hole. Once and a while I would fall asleep with my cock in his ass and fuck him awake in the morning. Billy told me that he was half awake and woke up when I began squirting.
When I graduated from junior college, I became a nurse practitioner. I got a job with a Dr. Miller. He was an older man who had mainly male patients. While he was a GP, he functioned as a proctologist. It was less embarrassing for a guy to go to an GP than to a proctologist, so he was a busy man.
Since I was interested in cocks, this was a good job for me. As a nurse I couldn't act on that interest, but that rule didn't apply to our patients. Cocks are not obedient. If you are nervous, uneasy, and are afraid you might get hard. Cocks do whatever they want to do. I ignored it since some cocks have a mind of their own. It wasn't a problem. I liked the scenery, but never took advantage of the situation.
The doctor's office was next to something called a Tantric Massage parlor. They opened in the late afternoon or evening, so we rarely saw them. They were quiet and their clientele was wealthy if the expensive cars of their clients were any indication.
After two in the afternoon, Dr. Miller went to the hospital to check on patients. I cleaned the office and answered the phone before closing the office at five. One day when I left, the manager of the tantric parlor, Ravi was at his door.
"Have ever seen our facilities?" he asked after he introduced himself.
I said no so he gave me a tour. He told me that like Dr. Miller's office many of the customers of Tantric Massage were older. I was surprised he mentioned that most of the men were nude. "Our dress code is part of the treatment. Accepting your unadorned body as is part of the tantric ritual. I assume you have no problem with naked men?" he said. I later found out that he knew Bubba.
I laughed, "Some of our patients barely admit they have genitals."
"I know the type. We have a special class for them. They aren't aware of their potential for enjoyment. Part of our treatment is to get them to open their body to physical pleasure. Of course, we serve only men." He explained.
"Man to man sex is pure pleasure. An orgasm is a wonder. Sharing orgasms with other men can be an even greater pleasure," he continued. "Have you experience such pleasure?" he asked. I told him I had experimented a little. Ravi winked at me. He knew I had more than a little experience. When we got to the locker-shower room at the rear of the building at the locker room, there were four, handsome, nude men standing around.
"These are some of our new staff members. Today is a training session. I will be introducing them to anal penetration. Normally I would play the role of a bottom. Would I insult you if I asked if you would play the bottom?" Ravi asked. Somehow, he seemed to know me. A voice that resembled mine said yes. I stripped and got in a sling. My plan to pretend to be a virgin vanished when I obviously knew what a sling was.
"Our men have average, large and very large cocks. Each man is to enter you, explore and eventually breed you. If you are uncomfortable, or feel pain, tell me immediately, we will stop," Ravi said. "This all may seem odd to you since you are not accustomed to having a part of another man's body in you. He may well be feeling more pleasure that you do at first. His objective it to have an orgasm in you."
The first man to fuck me was Don. He was heavy set and his cock seemed to be between four of five inches. He was smiling. He coated his cock in lubricant and nudged his cock into my ass. He made a hard thrust as pushed past my sphincter. He pushed again and rammed my prostate. I moaned.
"You are officially fucked!" Ravi proclaimed. "Are you hard, Don?"
"I sure as shit am!" he proclaimed.
"Keep on thrusting, try to get your cock harder. The objective is to shoot off. Your orgasm will transfer all your seed into Billy's ass." Don fucked like a pile driver. It could not have been more than two or three minutes before I felt him shooting. Don moaned and cried, "Oh Baby!" The other men clapped.
A minute later Don pulled out and a tall, thin, man named Regie slipped his cock into my ass. His cock looked longer and thicker than Billy's cock. I felt stuffed as the cock slid into my ass. Regie was more vigorous and playful than Don. I thought his cock filled my ass. I suddenly felt him relax and use his fire hose to fill me with buckets of sperm.
Ravi told him to pull out quickly,
The next man an older and called himself Texas Pete. He sported a world's fair exhibit dangling between his legs. I thought it was way too big for me, but I was 100% wrong. It was everything I could have hoped for if I had been more imaginative. I later found out that Texas Pete bankrolled the place. He liked to sample the help. He knew that I wasn't new to the scene.
A little later I discovered the Massage Parlor was not designed to be profit making enterprise. Once you discovered the mysteries of a massage, you became a donor to Texas Pete's Temple of Divine Contentment. Texas Pete had studied the born-again mega churches skill at separating believers from their disposable income. Texas Pete just needed a little help to keep the scam legal.
Pete assumed a certain part of the population was gay, even if they refused to admit it. Introducing men to man sex was a gift. He was sure closeted men would enjoy the sexual aspects, but they were terrified of discovery.
I had a day job, but most of the oriental rituals were at night. That worked out well for me. Sexual connections had been rare for me, I realized my own experiences were limited. I loved the intensity of the Tantric Massage.
I had no problem adapting to the increasingly sexual aspect of my life. I loved the intensity and the excitement each of man as he climaxed and filled my ass with his semen. Each load seemed like a gift, an intensely personal gift.
When I talked with Don, Regie, and Billy, they told me my reaction to penetration was beautiful. My first time giving a tantric massage customer was with Delmont Jones. Delmont was a middle-aged, timid, man who was a quality control officer for the highway department. He had domineering parents. They told him what not to do. They had recently died, and he was lost. He discovered knowing what he shouldn't do was not a guide to the future.
He was lucky in one way. He knew there was another way to live, he just didn't know what it was or how to get there. Texas Pete knew what Delmont needed. He had fine-tuned gaydar. Delmont was a 45-year-old man who had never dated and had rejected all the cultural pressures to meet a woman and get married. In Delmont's straightlaced home, there was no suggestion of the homosexual option.
In the Tantric Massage Parlor, men were nude or only wore loincloths. Delmont had never gone to a gang shower room, until the parlor. Texas noticed Delmont tended to linger near the showers. Texas told me he thought Delmont wanted someone to make the first move.
A week or so later I visited the parlor. It had been a bad day at the office. The computer decided to stop working and to send out appointment notices by phone. Our computer man came and found the problem, but it caused great confusion. It was almost eight when I went to the Tantric Massage to relax and use the sauna. I don't think Saunas have anything to do with Tantric philosophy, but there was one.
I went in the Sauna and Delmont was the only man there. He was sitting on his towel, so his cock was exposed. I asked him if he liked the place.
"It's different," he said. "Everyone his nice and friendly, but I'm not a very adventurous man. I'm shy."
"I was shy too. It was hard to break out of the shell. I was lonely, but I was afraid."
"Did you find a way to break out of your shell?" he asked.
"I did but it's embarrassing," I said. "At the time I thought it was dirty and sinful. I don't feel that way now, but was a big deal then,"
"Can you tell me about it?" he asked.
"Only if you promise to never tell anyone else," I said. I told him that I had been caught in a snowstorm when I was out of town, I found a motel and I had to share the last available bedroom with two construction workers. It was supposed to have two beds and a couch. We got the last three burgers in the snack bar and went to the room. It had one queen sized bed and a chair.
We turned on the TV and the blizzard was getting worse. The interstates were being closed. The room was hot. The burgers were good. The construction workers, Thad and Shorty, were dirty and wet. Thad and Shorty went to the shower.
"You might as well join us. If the lights go off the hot water won't last," Thad said.
They put their wet clothes on the heater and went to shower. I joined them.
I had never showered with other men before. Out of their muddy clothes they were tanned and muscular. I am hairy, but pale. I tried not to look at their cocks, but I did. I knew that all men had cocks, but I had never seen a naked man. While I liked it, my cock really liked it. Thad and Shorty noticed.
Shorty dropped to his knees and licked my cock head. That did nothing to reduce my erection. I didn't know what to do. I soon discovered that doing nothing while a man is sucking your cock does not reduce your erection. It felt good, but I did nothing. Shorty took me on a pleasurable visit to heaven. I thought it would be scary. Shorty kept on sucking.
"We are playful guys," Thad said, "Are you okay? Is it too much?"
"It's good," I and then asked, "What is too much?"
"Have you ever had a man shoot off in your ass?" he replied.
"No, I've never heard of that." I replied.
Somehow five minutes later we rearranged, and my cock was in Shorty's ass and a few minutes later, Thad's cock was in mine.
"Does it hurt?" Delmont asked.
"It hurt a little." I didn't tell him that I also felt the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced. To make a long story short, I discovered my life needed a cock in my ass to be complete. Shorty and Thad were nice guys, and my virgin days were over."
"Your cock is big. Do you think it will fit in my ass?" Delmont asked.
"That depends on how much you want it," I said.
"I'm afraid, but I really want it," he whispered.
I dropped to my knees and licked his cock head. I could already taste precum. He was uncut. But the foreskin had already pulled back. His knob was sensitive. He moaned. I worked my tongue into his wide slit.
We traded places and when his tongue encountered my precum he moaned, "Oh Daddy!" Delmont wanted it badly.
"Have you ever tasted a man's sex juice before?" I asked in a whisper. He shook his head.
"I want you to shoot it off so I can taste it and then swallow it. Are you okay with that?" I asked. He nodded.
"After that I want you on your back so I can fuck you. Do you think I you would like that?" I asked. He muttered that he thought he could.
He began to shoot off. It was spectacular for him and me. When he finished ejaculating, we relaxed. I still had some of his semen in my mouth, I asked if he thought would like to taste it, He said no, but kissed me seconds later. A little later I asked if he thought he could take my cock up his ass. He said yes.
His ass was tight but not too tight. His life changed when my knob rammed his prostate. He discovered heaven was located next to his sphincter. His hole was just tight enough to stimulate my cock, yet not slow my knob's progress deeper into his body. He lost it when I began to ejaculate.
Sometimes, surrendering lets you enjoy pleasure. For Delmont, his pleasureless, timid life vanished as he felt me ejaculate deep in his ass. He was a new man. For him, I wasn't just the man who first fucked him. I was a prophet leading him to a new life.
Ravi came in the into the shower as I pulled out of Delmont's ass. Ravi had a towel around his waist. He dropped the towel and went to Delmont. He lifted Delmont's legs and slipped his long member into the just vacated ass. "It's beautiful," Ravi said as his cock pushed deeper into Delmont's quivering body.
"It's too much!" Demont muttered.
"Too much is what you want. Billy's sperm is the perfect lubricant." Ravi said. "Your ass is quivering. Don't worry. I know what men want and I know you want more. If your ass is too tender, just tell me. I will bathe your ass with soothing sperm. All is well."
Later when Delmont and I went home, Delmont followed me and came in for coffee. Drinking coffee had been forbidden by his parents too. He liked it.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I feel better now," he said. "I was expecting a lightning bolt from heaven. Do you think I'm a slut?"
"I think you are a normal man who had seen life as a black and white television, who has just seen a wide-screen color tv," I said.
"It was different," he admitted.
I smiled. "Delmont, let me give you a helpful hint, after you have been fucked by a guy for the best part of an hour, it might be good to be a bit more enthusiastic."
"I loved it. I couldn't believe it was real," he said. "I am afraid it wasn't real; it was a dream."
"It was real, and your previous life was your parents' fantasy," I said. "You may not have guessed, but I am gay, and I like to fuck and suck. I have never felt an ass as receptive as yours. You needed it. It wasn't an invader; my cock was a welcome guest that found every sexual hot spot in your body. I could feel your body reacting with joy to each movement of my cock."
"It was embarrassing to feel that way," he said. "Ravi's was nice. Yours was spectacular. I could feel you squirting in me."
"You need to rest and think about your life as a participant, not as an observer. The next time we meet I want to feel your cock in my ass. I want to feel you shooting off in me and enjoy it. I want you to fuck until your balls are drained. I want you to think your sperm is a gift, not a mess that has to be cleaned up." We talked a little longer and he went home.
Two days later there was a massive change in my life. While Dr. Miller was getting older, he was active and healthy. He didn't even get a cold. His son had a massive heart attack, and he closed this practice to care for him. He gave me a generous severance package, but it was a shock.
I became a private nurse. By then I was well experienced, and specialized in doing two or three hours visits that gave family caregivers some time off. I was paid well since I could give each patient a quick physical exam on each visit. I could give caregivers early warning of potential problems. The doctors loved this. I usually had up to twelve visits a week and had the evenings and weekends off.
I also did checkups for Tantric Massage. Since the men were gay and nudity was all but required, testing was important. I rarely encountered problems. Ravi and Texas Pete knew the gay community well. They had a good sense about problematic men. They knew who had drug and other health problems. Tantric Massage was very selective. Most of the time you were selected before you knew of Tantric Massage. It had a stable of men who liked bareback sex. There were some men who liked to watch. It was comparatively safe.
I am open minded. I preferred older men. I had no taste for flighty men who were trying to find themselves. I wasn't looking for a life partner or to connect to a man who could support me in the manner I was not born to. I liked friendship, companionship, and hot sex.
I connected with a sixty-year-old guy, Miller. Miller was usually with a pal, Dennis. They were old lovers who liked variety. They liked sexual variety without drama. I found out Miller was a fireman; Dennis was a city assessor. They liked no strings attached sex and gave as much as they took.
I shared the same interests. Miller told me that he fell in love with a man as soon as his cock head pushed the rosebud into a tight ass and fell out of love when his cock made it last ejaculation in an ass. He liked group play if all the men in the group both gave and took.
Miller and Dennis came on Monday nights. That was the slowest night at Tantric massage. They had six or seven friends who joined them from time to time. They were older men, but they always left with drained balls, the taste of sperm in their mouths and a trace of cum drooling from their ass.
I was a young man by their standards. I got along well with them. I found out that they drew straws to pick the man who would eat the cum drooling from my ass at the end of the night.