Preaching to the Choir Part Seven
By Bald Hairy Man e-mail 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. If you have any suggestion or comments, please e-mail me.
We all clustered around the three French doors that over looked the terrace and the river. I was with Fred, Gus, Bubba, Bob and Larry at the central window. Wally, Charles, Mike, Ronnie and John boy were to our left.
Bill, Skeeter, Frank and Templeton were at the window on the other side. "Do you have any problem with white cocks?" Skeeter asked Frank in his normally sophisticated manner.
"Hell no! Do you have any problem with dark dicks?" Countered Franklin.
"That's one hell of a piece of meat." Skeeter said as he dropped to his knees and began licking it.
"Frank, you got to forgive Skeeter." Bill said. "He kinda gets carried away when he sees a cock he really likes. Forgets his manners." Bill paused. "But, he a great cocksucker." By this time Frank was fully erect, and the entire member was deep in Skeeter's throat.
Frank's eyes rolled back. "Where did he learn to do that?" He exclaimed.
"Self taught, mostly." Bill said. "Some guys are naturals. We think of him as the Mozart of cock sucking." A huge clap of thunder shook the house.
Lightening struck close to the house and the building shook with the thunder. Fred jumped back from the window and knocked me back. Everyone at my window ended up in a pile on the floor. Fred and I landed in the cock to mouth position. We looked at each other, then went down on each others cock.
I hadn't had a good look at Fred's cock before. His head was like those big mushrooms you find in the gourmet section of the supermarket, but it was bisected by a broad piss slit, maybe a half inch wide. I licked the slit with the tip of my tongue and it opened, the cock twitched. I took hold of the head with my fingers and pulled it open. I had the strange sense that I was looking into a tunnel deep into his genitals.
I sucked the cock head forcing my tongue as deeply into the slit as I could. Fred moaned. He had my entire cock in his throat and his bushy mustache was stimulating my balls. I pulled back and must have suctioned a good load of pre cum from inside his cock. He filled my mouth with the sweet slippery fluid. As he got more excited, his shaft lengthened. The shaft was long and thin. Fred had a classical popsicle cock. Fun to suck on, and, I suspected, fun in the ass. I thought of the huge head traveling in and out of my chute, and I must have shot a good load of pre cum. Fred said, "You are having fun!"
"Seems so. And you?"
"I like a guy who goes deep." Fred said. "And on our first date!" He laughed. Gus joined us. He was sucking Fred's balls. Bubba, Bob and Larry formed a non musical trio next to us. After a few minutes all of us were worked into a daisy chain, linked cock to mouth. I was between Larry and Bubba, sucking Larry. I remembered the ring on Afton Mountain, and wanted to work a finger into Larry's hole. There was no lubricant available, since this was an impromptu affair, so I spread his legs and rimmed him.
He was surprised, but more than willing. I was eating his ass for purely utilitarian reasons, so I could get to his prostate. I heard moans form the other side of the ring, Gus and Bob I think, and realized that for them this must have been a major attraction. When Bubba began to toy with my hole with his tongue, I found myself getting more enthusiastic.
I enjoyed the sensation of something soft, trying to get in my ass. Bubba seemed to be having a good time too. I licked my finger and worked it into Larry, who responded enthusiastically. I expected the Afton Mountain scenario, when each guy in the ring fingered the guy he was sucking, but Bubba broke the ring.
"Max," He said. "I want the real thing!" and he nuzzled his cock at my hole. His spit lubricated cock slipped in easily, and I remembered why I like to be fucked better than rimmed. We adjusted our positions. Larry laid back as I sucked his cock and fingered his tender prostate. Bubba fucked me doggy style. Gus fucked Bob as Bob and Fred 69ed. Bob apparently shot first. Fred said, "Nice load, Bobby boy. Nice load." Then he got up.
Fred walked over to Bubba, tapped him on the shoulder, and said, "Can I cut in?" Bubba said, "Sure, just wait a sec." He shot his load, pulled out and let the ranger in my ass. The head stretched my sphincter wide and stung as it entered. The sphincter then contracted to fit the thin shaft, stranding the head in my chute. The feelings were wonderful. The huge knob traveled the entire length of the tunnel, over and over again. Larry was oozing buckets of pre cum as I massaged his prostate, and his tender sex gland suddenly got hard. Larry was a goner. I took the entire load.
Fred must not have been a virgin. He pumped fast enough to build up some steam, but slow enough for my chute to completely contract around his cock head. Bill and Frank came over.
"Bill's been telling me that you are a great bottom." Frank said.
"He sure is!" Fred said. "Nice and responsive." Fred had hit a particularly good spot in my ass and I couldn't think for a minute as my ass twitched. "Would you like a pop?" Fred asked.
"Go ahead and finish up." Frank said. Fred was spasming, and the good spot he had hit must have been good for him too. Fred pulled out, and Frank entered. The black man's cock slipped into the hilt, effortlessly. It was huge, but was one of those occasions when a cock perfectly matches an ass. They fit like a glove. I was still on my hands and knees. Frank lifted me up and went to a couch, where he sat me on my back and re-entered. I am not a small man, but he was strong as an ox.
Bill, Skeeter and Templeton came with us over to the couch. Templeton positioned his horse dick over my mouth to give me something to suck. Bill was behind Frank, playing with his tits. Frank leaned forward and licked Templeton's cock then kissed me. He winced.
"That cock of yours is thick, Bill!" Frank said.
"Too much?" Bill asked.
"Pull out and go in again." Frank instructed. "I'll be ready this time." Bill told Skeeter to lubricate his cock again.
Frank was alternating between sucking Templeton and kissing me. His face suddenly glowed with a look of satisfaction. "That's it, Bill. Just right." He said. The three of us fucked slow and easy for a while, enjoying the sexual high.
"I am going to shoot soon." Bill said, "How about you guys?"
"I've got a ways to go." Frank said. "This cum filled ass feels like velvet." I said I had a ways to go too.
"Would you mind if Skeeter takes my place?" Bill said. He moaned as he shot off and filled Frank's ass.
"Not at all." Frank said. Skeeter replaced Bill pumping Frank's ass. "Ever fucked a black man before Skeeter?" Frank asked.
"Can't say that I have." Skeeter replied. "Feels good. I guess you been screwed by white guys before?"
"You ask of a black guy's been screwed by a white guy in Richmond?" Frank laughed. "Actually, I think you are the first red neck cock I have had. It does feel good."
"You know, Frank, I have a suspicion that before the night is out you may have the first black cock to get in my ass." Skeeter said. "Shit, I'm coming!"
"Well, finish up and get someone to replace you." Frank said. "I'd like to keep this going." Ronnie volunteered. Frank twitched as Ronnie entered. "This is turning into a gang bang." Frank responded to every one of Ronnie's thrusts, and seemed to have extraordinary stamina. His cock remained rock hard as it pumped in my cum slicked ass.
"Do you have a problem with a gang bang?" Ronnie asked.
"Never been so excited in my life!" Frank answered. "Can't believe I'm enjoying this as much as I am. How are you Max?" My legs were spread wide and held against my chest, so that he could get easy access. He spread his legs and he was bent over me so his ass was open and available for whoever was fucking him at the time. We would have been face to face if Templeton's pre cum oozing dong wasn't separating us.
"I'm having the ride of my life." I whispered. Ronnie grabbed Franks's shoulders and made some hard thrusts as he shot off. Wally came over. His cock was hard and shimmering with lubricant. Charles must have been sucking him.
"Frank, its time to get this train out of the station!" Wally said as he entered the black man's hole. Frank shuddered as Wally took his tree trunk to the roots. Wally made about ten hard thrusts and I felt Frank's cock expand in my chute. His whole body was convulsing as he filled my ass, adding his cum to Bubba and Fred's.
He pulled off and out. I was a bit winded, but hadn't cum yet. John-Boy and Mike came over to help me out. After the intensity of the previous scene, John-Boy's cock seemed relaxing. He popped after a few thrusts.
"Can't send a boy to do a man's job" Mike said, as he filled my empty hole. He and Templeton kissed as I sucked Templeton's meat and Mike kept up good rhythm. Templeton's pre cum turned into cum as the two men embraced, flooding my mouth with the sperm. I climaxed spewing sperm over all three of us. Skeeter had recovered enough from his earlier climax to clean the jiz off Templeton's chest. The house shuttered with another nearby lightening strike.
We heard a crash upstairs. We all rushed up and found that the wind had blown a window open. The rail fell in sheets and a big puddle of water formed on the bedroom floor. Bill closed the window and we disbursed to find towels and mops. Gus, Larry and I continued up to the attic to see if anything was leaking there. It was fine, as was the roof top overlook.
We had a three hundred and sixty-degree view of the storm from the cupola. Everywhere you looked there was heavy rain and lightening. Bob joined us, took one look and decided to call into the city. Electricity was out but he had a cell phone.
He reached his assistant. She was firmly in command. Lightening had hit several major substations, most of the city was without electricity as were most of the suburban counties. Trees down everywhere. Worst of all, the weather service called and said the rail would last for a while, three or four days, with a potential of six to twelve inches of rain throughout the state.
"The front has stalled?" Bob said. "Just pumping tropical air in? Flooding?" From his response there were clearly more problems ahead for Richmond. When he got off the phone, he said that he had to get into work. He and Fred dressed and left. They were gone for two or three minutes when a terrific bust of wind took down several trees on the west side of the house.
We were sitting around in the cupola overlook when we got a call from Bob. The phone still worked although the electricity was off. As Bob and Fred had left a tree fell across the drive to the bridge connecting the island with the mainland. We were stranded.
Wally, Bill and I got into rain slickers and braved the storm to look at the damage. I was difficult to stand in the fierce rain. We crossed the bridge and found three century old oaks uprooted, and completely blocking the drive in several areas. To make maters worse, the embankment on the side was eroding and filling in the depressed road. This was work for a bull dozer and a fork lift.
When we got back to the house, I said. "We're trapped here until we can get some heavy equipment."
"It could be worse." Bubba said. "Thank God, cum is a renewable resource!" The room burst into laughter. Wally set about making dinner. The stove was gas, so there were not any major problems. He also had a freezer in the garage, entirely filled with ice left over from a choir picnic that had been cancelled in the spring.
We ate around seven-thirty, and it was already dark. Wally got a call and then informed the choir members that church was cancelled for the next day. Downtown was blacked out, and the city didn't want any unnecessary vehicles on the road. It seemed that the storm was abating for a while, but by eight we could make out the flashes of another lightening storm in the west. We carried a cooler of beer up to the roof and settled in for a long night.
Everyone had recovered form the earlier round of sexual activity, but no one was willing to start the ball rolling again. We were all talking and drinking quietly. Finally Skeeter got inspired. "Mike, how did you discover the John-Boy has such special talents?"
"Well, you know we are cousins." Mike said. "And you know how boring family reunions are. We were at my Aunt Ada's farm outside Staunton. Doing nothing. Just sitting around listening to our aunts discuss who was or was not dead or near death. We decided to go off fishing with my Uncle Roy. Uncle Roy wasn't a real Uncle, he had been a boyfriend of one of the dead aunts, who for some reason continued to be invited to family reunions after she died. He was maybe 60 years old and a real country boy."
"The real reason he was invited was that he kept a stash of bourbon in his car, and regularly "improved" the refreshments. After Aunt Sue died, they didn't invite him one year, and they all agreed, It just wasn't the same without him." We all laughed. Mike continued, "Uncle Roy was a friendly guy, I was 23 at the time, John-Boy was 16. We drove about ten miles away to a secluded stream in the Blue Ridge."
"John-Boy was a sex a maniac from the minute his cock began to grow around age twelve. Always had girl friends, and really open about it. Not shy at all." John-Boy looked as if he were going to comment, but he didn't. "We were sitting on the edge of the water, fishing and drinking bourbon from dixie cups and he asked how Uncle Roy entertained himself now that Sue was dead."
"Well Roy told him that men didn't need women to have fun. John-Boy said that jerking off didn't come close to a good fuck, and Roy laughed and said but what about a blow job? John-Boy looked interested. Uncle Roy didn't do anything, but that night I gave John-Boy a few lessons."
"I have sworn off women!" John-Boy said.
"You like cock too much?" Bubba suggested. "Men don't get pregnant." John-Boy said simply. "Maybe I like cock some." He leaned over and began sucking Gus.
"And the rest is history!" Mike added. "Where did you discover man to man sex, Skeeter?"
"I am a pure, unadulterated product of the rest stops on I-64!" Skeeter said.
"College wrestling team." Charles said.
"High school chorus trip to New York here" Wally said.
"Good buddies in the army." Bill said.
"I remember being driven to do it, and terrified of doing it at the same time." Frank said. "No one was out in the world I lived in." Skeeter was sitting next to him and was playing with Frank's dick, peeling the foreskin back to expose the head.
"It may have been easier when you could have confirmed bachelors." I said. "Looking for the right woman has been a real chore for me!"
"If I am not mistaken Skeeter owes Frank a piece of his ass tonight." Wally said.
"I am not a guy who demands instant repayment." Frank said. "It seems to me that I might have enjoyed it as much as you guys did."
"Here we are, twelve men with more than seven feet of cock." Bill said. "I want at least a couple of feet of it in my ass sometime tonight!"
"Are you ready to start with a good ten inches?" Templeton asked.