Post Game Party 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, any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com
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I was surprised at my reaction to the guests at Freddy's house. They were all old men by my standards and ordinary looking. They weren't ugly, but they were a long way from being stud muffins. They seemed to be very relaxed, and unconcerned by sexual activity. I had been so careful to hide any sexual interludes and was afraid of discovery and humiliation. These men weren't worried.
They weren't afraid of showing their emotions, or at expressing their innermost sexual desires. I was afraid to do that. I thought that showing how much I enjoyed sex was unmanly. I also realized that with Lou and Lem I had just sucked their cocks and that barely scratched the surface of potential sexual activities.
Freddy didn't just suck me; he seemed to explore my cock. He tried several ways to suck me. At first, he concentrated on my cock head and then he deep throated. He soon discovered what was most pleasurable for me and we went at it. At the time, I didn't realize how he figured it out. Now I know he could taste my precum and knew when it was flowing more. A man can try to be cool and detached, but your cock isn't interesting in striking an attitude.
Later in the party, I tried out the same technique on Josh, the high school coach. He was a short, beefy, blond man of fifty, with a short, thick, uncut cock. He wasn't in bad shape, but he had been in better condition earlier in his life. He told me he had been a wrestler in college. If I saw Josh on the street, I would have guessed he was a truck driver or a construction worker.
His cock seemed to be all foreskin, sort of like a hotdog roll without the hot dog. I sucked in the skin, and then my tongue explored the wrapper. He had been playing with the other men earlier and leftover precum and semen remained trapped by the skin.
I thought that this was gross, but I kept on sucking and exploring. Actually, I did a lot more exploring and I did this with increasing enthusiasm. Something in my brain didn't think it was gross at all. It was a sexual taste treat.
Josh was a big man, but his cock was sensitive and responsive. His cock rose to meet my probing tongue. I eventually discovered his cock wasn't small if you are into cubage. It was about six inches long and somewhere between two and three inches in diameter. He had an unusually wide slit.
His knob was very sensitive and as soon as my tongue caressed it, he moaned. More importantly, he oozed rich and sweet precum continuously. By forcing my tongue into his slit, I tasted the brew straight from the balls.
"Jake, I'm not too good at doing two things at once," he said. "If you do me, I'll take care of you later."
I whispered that I was fine with that.
"Do you like the cream?" he asked. "I'm getting close."
"I'm not so sure about it," I replied. "I'll take yours though. I'd like that." I returned to my sucking duties. Five minutes later Josh let go. Everyone knew he was shooting off. He bellowed. Everyone knew I was taking his load.
I pulled away as Josh's ejaculations diminished. Guido was next to us. "That was beautiful," he said to me. "Did you get it all?" I nodded and opened my mouth. I hadn't swallowed. Guido kissed me. He French kissed me and took as much of Josh's cream as he could. I was shocked. No one is more macho than Guido is. He seemed to be excited by me and by Josh's cum.
There were six of us going at it big time, but I was surprised at how intimate the sex seemed. We were all close, so you were never alone, but no one was obtrusive. Freddy tended to be helpful,
Johnny mentioned he wanted to be fucked and asked if anyone was willing. I noticed that the excitement level rose when he made the offer. Lem volunteered. I had never fucked anyone and I wanted to watch. It turned out that Johnny like to be watched, so having an audience was good for him too.
Freddy lubricated Johnny's ass as Lem coated his cock. No one was casual about sex. We were all interested and hard. Johnny was on the edge of the bed and he leaned back. Freddy took his ankles and pulled them back so Johnny's hole was visible. Freddy also spread the legs wide so the hole was defenseless. There was no way Johnny could clench his ass.
I knew Lem had some experience with his cousins and the sex was a bit rough and tumble. His lube coated cock looked almost metallic, especially his cock head. It was shiny and a purple-pink in color. Lem nosed his cock into Johnny's hole. He toyed with the hole and the sphincter and then eased the cock in deeper. Johnny wasn't the strong silent type. He moaned, twitched and shivered. He was perhaps sixty and he liked having a young athlete's cock in his ass.
Lem was the strong silent type, but he liked what he felt. He would slowly pump for a while and then he would pound like a steam engine. When he came close to shooting off, he would slow down and cool off. He did this a few times and then he miscalculated. Lem rear loaded Johnny. He lost his cool as he shot off and everyone knew.
Lem pulled out. His cock was still dripping some, but it wasn't squirting.
"Who's next?" Freddy asked.
"Doesn't Johnny need a rest?" I asked.
Freddy smiled. "Johnny can rest tomorrow. Why don't you give him a poke?" he said to me.
"I've never fucked a guy before," I said. I thought I was begging off. That was not the way they saw it.
"Johnny, this is your lucky day. When was the last time you took a cock with training wheels on it?" Freddy asked. Everyone laughed. Barry was next to me and he lubricated my cock. I have to admit, having a coach touch my cock was exciting.
"Don't worry about Johnny," Freddy said. "Sperm is a great lubricant." I must have looked uncertain. "Do you have a problem with Lem's special sauce?"
"No," I replied, "not at all." I positioned my cock at Johnny's ass and pushed. I don't know if I am really forceful or if Johnny was really open, but I went deep on the first thrust. Johnny moaned. I didn't know what to expect, but it was better than I could have guessed. He was tight, warm and juicy. Johnny seemed to have a tight grip on my cock. It was tight, but soft. Every inch of my cock was in contact with his rectum.
Johnny began squeezing his sphincter. I pulled out a little, and then pushed in again. At first, I was worried I would hurt him, but after a minute or two of gentle thrusting, I knew everything was fine. My cock is fairly large, but there are no hard edges. I built up the speed and force of my thrusts. It was wonderful. Johnny loved it.
Johnny wasn't a passive bottom. He squeezed his sphincter, rotated his ass, and seemed to be able to undulate his rectum to massage my cock. I felt my juices rise and slowed my thrusts. Johnny increased his activity. He wanted my spunk. We played a little game, but when a hard cock and a hot ass are involved, there was only one possible outcome.
My normal urge was to pull out, but Josh was next to me and he made sure I made a complete deposit in Johnny's ass. When I finally pulled out, Josh was the next one in. He wanted my man made juice to lubricate the way. The orgasm wiped me out and I rested on the bed.
The urge to rest and sleep only lasted five or ten minutes. When I rallied, Lem was on his back with his legs on Freddy's shoulders. Freddy's cock was testing Lem's sphincter's strength. Lem was built like a brick, but he was a brick made of muscle.
"Relax just a little, Lem," Freddy said. "If you open up just a little, I will slide in."
"I'm trying," Lem said. "It's strange, but I have never had a cock that wasn't family in me before. It seems odd." He must have lost his concentration. Freddy was suddenly seven inches closer.
"Oh baby," both men said. They were still for a little while and then Freddy started to thrust.
"Are you okay?" Freddy said.
"I sure am!" Lem said with considerable enthusiasm. "It's really good."
Freddy had a rhythmic stroke, but he took his time. He was like a violinist playing a fine instrument. Lem responded. "Do you want it?" Freddy asked as he got near to his orgasm.
"Shit yes!" Lem replied. I couldn't tell exactly, but I think they shot off together. It sure looked that way. Lem could have won a medal for distance. His scuz hit the headboard of the bed.
It was getting late, and the party broke up. I bunked with Lem and I wanted to talk about the night, but I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I slept like a log. At six, I got up and went to the bathroom. Josh was also awake.
"I owe you a blow job," he said. "Do you want it now?" Of course I did, so we went to the Jacuzzi and we played. My cock was in his mouth when I heard a voice.
"Josh, you're turning into a cradle robber!" a man in a trooper uniform bellowed. He scared me half to death. Josh looked over at the man.
"Chuck, either keep quiet or get naked and join us!" Josh said. Chuck had his shirt off a few seconds later. He was soon in the pool.
"Jake, this is Chuck, the trooper, who is an old friend and a good sport to boot!" Josh said in introduction. "This is Jake, one of the rising stars of Brandenburg."
Chuck looked at me. His eyes lingered on my cock. "Nice to meet you," he said. "Josh and I are old pals." Chuck was a muscular version of Sam Elliot. He was a real turn on for me.
Josh noticed. "Jake, why don't you make Chuck feel at home." Chuck's cock was at mouth level, so I swallowed it.
"This sure is a good way to end the night shift," Chuck said. Josh joined us and we made a small daisy chain, linked mouth to cock. It was good. It hadn't occurred to me that a state trooper could be gay. There was nothing gay about Chuck except for his interest in cocks. He was really into cocks.
He liked one other another activity. Chuck loved it in the ass. He told Josh he wanted a buff and shine. I had no idea what that meant, but it turned out that he wanted Josh to fuck him. Josh was thick, but apparently, that was what Chuck liked. Chuck sucked me as Josh fucked him. That was a complete success. He had never taken it from both ends before. I shot off when Josh was shooting in him. Chuck wasn't shy; he took my load.
By then everyone was awake by then and we had breakfast and then returned to Brandenburg. I needed the rest. Monday night Lem came over for his regular tutoring session. Lem was a good man to be tutoring. He was smart, but no one had bothered to educate him. He picked up things quickly. He had a lot to catch up on, but he was naturally curious.
After the tutoring session, we had a chance to talk about the night at Freddy's house. Lem had met Chuck at breakfast, but hadn't been involved in any play with him. "No one at Blackstone's party was a man you would think was gay, were they?" Lem said. "They didn't look the part and they didn't act the part. At least they didn't act the part until they got naked. I don't think of myself as gay, but I think that wrong."
"I think our view of what is gay is limited," I said. "I like cock as much as you do."
Lem looked at me. "No one likes cock as much as much as I do," Lem said.
I smiled. "That may be," I said. "You are a good guy. It doesn't make any difference that you like to fuck a man's ass more than a cunt."
"I never thought that messing around with my cousins was anything more than fun," Lem said. "It was more than that for me." We talked for a while and then he went to his room.
The next weekend was free. There wasn't a game. It was a relaxing time. Usually the tension and excitement built through the week and climaxed on the weekend. It was good to have an adrenaline free week.
On Thursday, Lem told me he had some pals from home visiting. "They are on their way to Charlotte for some racing event next week," he explained. "They have a Winnebago, but they are stopping here."
"This is an odd place to stop," I said.
"They get off at noon, so this gets them out of the mountains. It's an easy trip from here."
"Are these pals or cousins," I asked.
"These guys are both," Lem admitted. "Where I live there aren't many people who are not related someway. Buster, Scooter and Skeeter are nice guys. Buster is an Uncle; Skeeter and Scooter are cousins"
"No one's named Bubba?"
"Bubba's their older brother," Lem said. "He's actually Bubba Jr. His dad is Bubba too. That's their real names. The nurses at the hospital tried to talk Bubba's dad into something more presentable, but they had no luck."
"I don't know," I started to say.
"I want them to know I have some friends here," Lem said, "some good friends." After that, I had to agree to meet them. Lem was shy and it was hard for him to make friends. Brandenburg wasn't a big town, but it had a McDonalds and a KFC. It turned out that made Brandenburg into a veritable metropolis compared to the hollow.
Buster, Scooter and Skeeter were nice guys. They were lumbermen and were big, muscular and hairy. When I met them, they were wearing cut off jeans and spaghetti strap shirts. The shirts floated in the sea of curly hair that covered their bodies. They were rednecks, and they looked like rednecks. That could have been a problem in a college town like Brandenburg. Buster and Scooter were well over six feet tall and 250 solid pounds of muscle. Skeeter was slightly smaller. As woodsmen, they had their share of scars on their bodies and faces. No one was going to mess with them.
After a half hour of conversation, I realized they were good, hard-working, nice men. Buster was perhaps ten years older than the others were, but they could have been brothers. They were pleasant and were the type of men usually referred to as characters in this part of Virginia. They put on plain flannel shirts and jeans when we went to an all you can eat buffet restaurant, which they loved.
They were also polite and clean. Lem told me that Skeeter and Scooter's mother was an outsider, who was accused of putting on airs. I assume she must have taught her sons some manners and to shower regularly. Buster was a bachelor. We showed them around the campus. It was real pretty in their view. They were impressed by the biology laboratories. After the tour we went to the Winnebago; it was spectacular. It had all the bells and whistles. They owned it outright. They must have made good money.
We talked for a while. I noticed Lem and Buster were in a whispered conversation in the rear of the trailer. Skeeter went to talk with Buster and Lem rejoined Scooter and me.
"Buster and Skeeter want to have some fun thy way we use to," he said in a low voice. "They want to know if you would like to join us. They think you're really good looking." He leaned closer to me. "They were the guys who were really into it."
"Are they as into it as much as you are?" I asked. Lem nodded. He reached over and hugged me. We went to the bedroom.
I began to unbutton my shirt. By the time I was unbuttoned, they were naked. They were big like Lem, but while Lem was built like a brick, they were built like Bluto. They had massive upper bodies but slim hips. Their cocks were impressive too, uncut and the size of a big dill pickle. I caught myself staring at the impressive organs. I looked up and saw that they were looking at my equipment.
Skeeter was the first to move; he dropped his knees and began sucking my cock. Lem and Buster connected. The bedroom was small for so many big men, but we worked things out. I ended up with Scooter sucking me as I sucked Buster. We switched around some.
As at Mr. Blackstone's house, no one seemed to be a bit shy.