Preaching to the Choir Part Eleven
By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@excite.com
This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and no gesture toward common sense too. It follows on my earlier story, Snow on the Mountain. That is not required reading, but it might help you to get to know the characters better. I have started a new story, Uncle Jake, that deals with Clyde and Wilbur, the twins. If you have any suggestion or comments, please e-mail me.
Bill sat on the bench. I sat next to him and he put his arm around me. "It' been a great weekend." He said. He was half erect.
"I don't want it to end." I said.
"We have the rest of the night." I got on the floor and began sucking him. His cock responded immediately with a good shot of pre cum.
"Take it nice and easy." He said. "We've got the whole night." He was caressing my head as I sucked. His cock twitched and I got a single shot of cum. Bill held my head still. "Rest, and let's see if we can keep this going a bit longer." He said as he tried to relax his cock in my mouth. After a minute he twitched. "It's ok now, you can get to work again."
"You guys look relaxed." Vince said.
"I guess you could call it relaxed." Bill laughed. "Max and I are having some quiet time." I was on my knees with my head buried in Bill's crotch as he sat on the window seat. Vince patted my ass. I spread my legs and opened my hole. Vince didn't need any more invitation.
"Max should be well lubricated after the twins." Bill said. He was oozing a lot of pre cum, so I knew he was excited. I felt Vince's cock at my hole. He shoved it to the hilt in one movement. "Damn that's hot!" Bill said. I was awash in sensation. Bill's cock was twitching and oozing with every movement I made. Vince's horse meat was rubbing against my prostate and the base of my cock. I felt as if he was masturbating me from within my ass.
Bill shot a load of cum. This time he didn't stop and shot after shot flooded my mouth. Vince pulled me back and Skeeter was there in a flash, finishing Bill's load. I felt lost for a minute, but Mike gave me his cock to suck. Mike sat on the bench. Vince had been undulating with his cock fully lodged. He started to pull out and then ram me again. I felt as if he were using my prostate as a punching bag.
I was really close to having that split in two feeling guys' talk about when they are fucked to their limit. My ass, prostate and cock all wanted a rest, but Vince was ramming me frantically. He suddenly stopped, held me tight and shuddered. His cock was in as deep as it could go, and in the bear hug we shared his every ejaculation. Skeeter replaced me on Mike's cock. Vince was licking my ear and crying.
"That was great boys." Bill said, he caressed Vince and me. "Now let's calm down. Just leave it in there until you've unloaded it all. You've worked hard and Max deserves it."Vince was still except for a spasm once and a while. Bill got on the floor, cupped my balls in his hand and sucked my cock. He licked the head and piss slit in lolly pop style then he deep throated it. It was my turn to shudder. Vince felt me climax and held me tighter. Bill took it all.
I recalled Clyde's description of an orgasm so good you were afraid a vital organ would try to shoot out your cock. That is the way I felt, finding it hard to believe the intensity of the moment. We slowly uncoupled. I went down stairs and showered then got in bed, exhausted.
I woke at four and went to the bathroom. When I got in bed realized that Vince was in bed with me.
"Did I hurt you?" He whispered.
"Uncomfortable, but exciting." I said. "I don't think I could have taken it much longer."
"I'm sorry." Vince said. "I've never done that before. Never fucked hard. All new feelings for me." He pulled me close to him. "Thank you. I lost control."
"I'm afraid I came close to losing it too. You've never done that before?" I could tell he was bothered, "Are you embarrassed?"
"That's part of it. I'm a sixty-year-old man who has suddenly discovered he is a gay sex maniac." Vince said.
"Better late than never." I said. "I discovered the same things at Afton Mountain during the snow storm. I went from being a closeted gay guy to being crazed."
"Are you sorry you did it?" He asked.
I laughed. "Not for one minute. I felt like a new person. I'm a very conventional professional man. It was difficult to admit to myself that I was doing what I was doing and enjoying it."
"You got that right!" Vince said. "It's been difficult. If it didn't feel so good, I might have second thoughts." He laughed. "Who would believe that you'd have the most spectacular orgasm of your life at sixty?"
"True love strikes!" I said. "Or was it the most massive attack of lust you've ever felt? I think it may have struck us both."
"Funny. I never felt that close to my wife." Vince said. "Never been with a woman who admitted she enjoyed it. I'm afraid she was a let me have your baby, but don't mess up my hair woman."
"Cold?"
"No." Vince said. "She was a lovely person. It's just that Victorian dread of sex. It just wasn't right for a woman to enjoy herself. None of the guys here seem to mind getting a bit sweaty and messy."
"The more cum shooting into the air, the happier Skeeter is!" I said. "Naked men can't hide their excitement. When your cock's up, you can't say you're not interested." Vince was beginning to get excited again. I felt his cock expand as he held me tight. Someone came into the room.
"Are you guys awake?' Templeton asked.
"We sure are." I said. "Hop in bed. Vince is uneasy about his sexual discoveries of today."
"Too many new experiences?" Templeton asked and he got on the bed. "I know how you feel. I can't get used to the idea that some men like my cock in their ass."
I laughed. "I feel like a dwarf attending the Horse Hung Men of America convention."
"I was always a bit embarrassed at my equipment." Vince said.
"Same here." Templeton added. "When I was fourteen, I was more cock than boy. I couldn't have been more uncomfortable in a locker room."
"Is there space for another in that bed?" Wally asked as he entered the room. He must have heard us talking.
"Come on in." I said. "It's getting a bit cozy here, but there is room for another." There wasn't much room left, and I realized that I was the only bottom in the bed.
"We're talking about big cocks and willing asses." Templeton said. "Were you embarrassed at your cock when you were a teenager?"
"Shit yes!" Wally said. " I actually asked my father if having a big cock was bad. He said no, most guys want a big cock. But, when you are fourteen, you never are sure if your father knows what he was talking about."
"Max is the first guy who seems to have enjoyed my cock." Vince said. The conversation was casual, but I had a sense that cocks were rising. "Are you what they call a size queen?"
"I don't know." I said. "But I do seem to feel more involved, or maybe the right world is occupied by bigger cocks. It's as if the cock squeezes every other thought out of your mind. Total involvement."
"Well, I've never had my whole cock enveloped." Vince said. "Not in an ass that responded. I don't think I was that good for Mike." "Mike looked happy to me." Templeton said. "Did you enjoy it? The first cock in my ass wasn't a success."
"It was great. Wally and Bill opened me up good!" Vince said. "When Mikes cock slipped in my chute it was as if someone had turned on the light in a dark room."
Wally laughed. "And what did you find in the room?"
"Well lets say it was like Christmas morning when you were five." Vince said. "You go downstairs and your dad turns on the lights, and it's the most beautiful thing you ever saw."
"You liked it?"Wally said. "I thought that was Max's ass."
"It was a sexual roller coaster. My ass is still twitching." Vince said.
"Do you think you would like to try a bigger one?" Templeton asked. He said it in a way that could be interpreted as a joke, so that Vince could beg off if he wished. Vince and I were together in the middle of the bed, sandwiched between Wally and Templeton. Wally ‘s hard cock was at my hole, nuzzling it. I assumed Templeton was doing the same to Vince behind me.
"It might take a lot of lube." Vince said. "I'm game." Wally had arrived with lubricant. I wondered if this event had been planned. Vince began kissing me, and Wally and Templeton quickly lubricated themselves and simultaneously entered our asses.
"Damn that's big!" Vince said. Wally had an ampule of amyl, popped it and held it to our noses. We took a long snort. I felt Vince's reaction as Templeton went deep. Wally was slipping in and out of my ass giving me a good workout. Vince was having no problem taking Templeton's huge cock.
"That's it, Vince." Templeton said. "Try to massages it. Grab it and squeeze. When it's in your ass it's yours. Do anything you want with it!" Templeton was picking up the pace. I knew he wouldn't last much longer. He shot. We all calmed down.
"That was great." Templeton said, "You're a fast learner."
Wally was still slowly pumping my ass. "Have you shot off yet, Vince?" He asked.
"Hard to believe it, but no." Vince said. "Hard as a rock." Wally pulled out of my ass, and got up.
"Would you like to try a different position?" Wally asked as he took Vince's legs and put them on his shoulders. He didn't wait for an answer. Wally was a considerate fucker and he entered Vince slowly. Vice was moaning and whimpering. I played with his tits and the thick pelt of white hair on his chest. There was a large puddle of pre cum collecting on his gut as his cock oozed in pleasure. I scooped some up with a finger and fed it to Vince.
I was about as excited as I could get, so I lubricated Vince's horse dick, straddled him, and sat back on it. The rough fucking of earlier that night had opened me up. I felt only pleasure.
"Fucking wonderful!" He gasped. I could feel every one of Wally's thrusts as Vince reacted, and Wally moaned every time I tried to contract my ass on Vince's cock. Templeton got up and began to caress my cock and work a finger into Wally's ass. Three cocks and three prostates were totally involved. We exploded together. I sprayed the room with cum. Wally and Vince just twitched as they filled their partner's asses.
We slowly disentangled ourselves and were winded, flat on our backs on the bed. Clyde, Wilbur, Mike and Skeeter had apparently been at the door watching. They entered the room, raised our legs and fucked us.
"You boys need a cool down period." Skeeter said. "You don't need to stay hard, just relax and take it as it comes." Clyde or Wilbur fucked me. The other twin did Templeton, Skeeter screwed Wally and Mike was slowly pumping Vince.
You wouldn't think of Skeeter as being a perceptive man, but he knew that after the incredible sexual high, an average, garden variety fucking was great. It softened the crash. Clyde had a good cock and was a fun partner. I guessed that Wally wouldn't mind some red neck cum in his ass as a souvineer of the week end. Mike and Vince did not have a garden variety fuck. They had a full-fledged love making session. I didn't shoot again, but everyone else did and Skeeter got to clean up.
It was six by now and the weekend was over. Bill got his construction workers together and went off to the construction site. The city workers returned to their jobs early. I went off to my office.
In October I received tickets to the Octoberfest concert of the Richmond Choral Society. All the men who had been on the island got tickets and we were clustered in a block at the Carpenter Center, a 1920s movie palace turned into a concert hall in downtown Richmond. It was a dressy affair, officially a fund raiser for a local charity. I was worried that Skeeter or Clyde might feel out of place, but they dressed up well, and enjoyed the building and the concert. At the end of the concert, Wally got up.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, as the last element of tonight's concert, I want to introduce a new musical group to you. They had christened themselves the Deluge Sextet. The reason for the name is a long story that I won't bother you with. They will sing an a capella arrangement of Beethoven's Ode to joy."
At the end of the performance, the two thousand people in the audience rose as a mass to give the Sextet a standing ovation. The newspaper reviews the next day said it was, "brilliant, beautiful and sung with extraordinary feeling." And "an ecstatic rendition of a great work, reaching heights rarely heard."
A week later at our regular job meeting at the church Wally took me aside with Bill. "My crazy aunt who left me the house also had a hunting lodge. I don't know if you are interested in hunting, but I was thinking about having a get-together there the first week of hunting season."
I said I wasn't interested in hunting, but sometime in the mountains would be great. Bill said it sounded like fun. We began to plan.