Preaching to the Choir Part Eight
By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.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.
Bill didn't need much urging to take Templeton's horse cock. "I hate it when I get like this." He said half seriously. "Watching Frank take all those cocks has just got me going. Maybe taking Templeton's meat will fuck the horny ness out of my system." I remembered Bill on Afton Mountain when he laid back and opened his ass to me for a spectacular fuck session.
Templeton lubricated his cock, I lubricated Bill's ass and realized he was shivering in sexual excitement. I gave a quick squeeze to his prostate and he moaned.
"Hold my legs wide, will you Max?" Bill asked. "I want to be wide open." I did this and admired the pink hole in the middle of his muscular ass. Templeton approached and placed his head in the opening. He circled his head around the hole, smearing the lube and pre cum together, then pushed the head on an inch or two.
He then pushed all the way in. "That's it baby!" Bill said. He had a blissful look on his face as if some long neglected itch was suddenly scratched. "Fill that ass up! Pump fast Templeton!" Twenty thrusts more and Templeton popped leaving the whole load in Bill's ass, except for what was still dripping as he pulled out.
"Who's next?" Bill asked. "Frank?"
"If Skeeter doesn't mind losing his fuck?" Frank asked.
"Prime the pump with Bill," Skeeter said. "Then shoot the load in me."
"That's a plan!" Bill said. Frank came over and I lubricated him. Frank turned out to be a slow fucker, easing his cock in at an even pace and pulling it out the same way. Skeeter came over and got beside Bill and I lubed his ass. Bill was really happy, just taking the cock and enjoying the sensation. Frank pulled out and moved over to Skeeter. Frank rammed Skeeter, fast and hard. Skeeter looked shocked, but pre cum shot out of his cock so it couldn't have been that bad.
Bubba replaced him in Bill's ass. "You said you wanted a couple of feet of cock in your ass," Bubba said. "But I'm the third, and I must make thirty inches!"
"Thirty-two, but who's counting" Bill said smiling. "Damn, this feels good."
"I'm shooting!" Frank said as he rammed Skeeter. Skeeter shot too and Bubba got inspired and left his load in Bills ass. Gus took Bubba's place. John-Boy and Mike were in line.
"Is this the children's hour?" Bill asked. Gus had eight inches, with a big head, cut and a narrow shaft. It was so hard the head touched his navel and he had to hold it down to get it in the hole. Clearly the upturned cock hit some really good places because Bill moaned at exactly the same spot in each of Gus' thrusts. I went over to Skeeter and popped in his hole. I figured he could use a normal sized cock after Frank's.
Skeeter rotated his ass some to get a better angle, and looked real happy. I had heard the "sloppy seconds" phrase before, but understood it now as my cock glided in Skeeter's ass. It floated on a sea of cum and lubricant. Skeeter was completely relaxed after his orgasm, and only his basic muscle tone offered any friction to my throbbing member. The smile on his face and his increasingly hard cock were the only indications that he was awake.
"Slow up!" Bill said to Gus. "I'm getting close." I looked at him and had never seen his cock so hard. The foreskin was fully retracted and every vein was bloated and showing. Gus smiled at Bill's instructions and he pulled out some. Gus pulled out only as far as the special place that had caused Bill to react. I guessed that he was rubbing his cock head against Bill's prostate. Gus pumped his cock an inch or so, in and out, rubbing the same spot over and over again. Bill was twisting, trying to get away from the intense feelings, and moaning, almost crying.
Gus obviously had a great time watching the burly construction worker try to get more cock and dampen the feelings to a controllable level. Gus was young, and didn't know that if you wanted to fuck long and hard, you could not get distracted. While he watched Bill with amusement, he forgot his own cock. His smile turned to a look of shock, when he had an orgasm. He fell forward and frantically kissed Bill as his whole body twitched and he fucked like a wild man.
It was Bill's time to be amused. When Gus fell forward, he reduced the pressure on Bill's prostate, when he fucked deep, he bypassed it all together. Bill waited for the first five or six orgasmic spurts, then rolled Gus over, and shoved his bloated cock into Gus' rectum. It was a lightening swift reversal and Gus was still spewing cum when Bill's pubic hair touched Gus' asshole. Gus let out a silent scream.
Bill gave him three or four good thrusts, then bent over and kissed the astonished man. We were all watching and I almost applauded. Mike advanced and eased his cock into Bill 's used hole. He pumped slow and easy.
"Whoever did that, you're a mind reader!" Bill said as he slowly pumped Gus. Gus looked a bit weepy, and I didn't know if he had ever taken a cock like Bill's. I was going to comfort him a bit, But when Bill got up, his chest and gut hair was all matted with Gus' jism. I saw that Gus was fully erect again. I decided to leave well enough alone. Mike shot off and John-Boy replaced him.
Charles came over and fed his cock to Skeeter. Skeeter and I had a strange sexual relationship. We liked each other and enjoyed each other, but not usually to the point of orgasm. He was a great sucker, and Charles's cock seemed to please him. Wally was watching the proceedings with obvious excitement. He had been in a sixty-nine with Ronnie and Ronnie had cum. Wally hadn't and was ready for action.
Bill and Gus were kissing deeply. John-Boys view of the two men in an ecstatic embrace with each other while he pumped his cock into the ass of one of the men was too much for him. He popped. Wally was next. I realized that, since Templeton and Frank, all the cocks Bill took were seven or eight, comparatively thin inches
Wally shoved four inches of his tree trunk in and stopped. Bill realized who it was and groaned. "Ready?" Wally asked.
"Ready." Bill replied as the entire cock disappeared into the deep warm hole. Bill convulsed as he shot his load deep into Gus, Gus was moaning, Wally pumping in rhythm with Bill's twitches. Bill matched each of his trusts with a twitch or convulsion. Wally had forgotten the same rule as Gus. He was so interested in Bill's orgasm that he forgot his own. He broke the rhythm as he climaxed.
We all broke apart. The storm still raged outside, but we were all exhausted, and wandered off to the showers and bed. There was hot water in the blacked out house. Wally had a gas water heater. The dark shower room and the warm water seemed like an ideal site for hot anonymous sex, but I was too tired. I dried off and fell asleep in one of the second floor bedrooms.
I woke at five. The house was still blacked out. The storm that seemed to have abated for a while, had returned in full force. I got up to go to the bath room and found that Bill was in bed with me, spread eagled on the bed and snoring. He stirred when I returned.
"Max?" He asked. "You awake?"
"I think so." I said.
"I mean, would you like to talk?"
"Sure."
"We are friends, aren't we?" Bill asked. I nodded. "Did it bother you to see me loose control the way I did last night?"
"No, every time a guy has an orgasm, he has lost control." I said. "It's part of a man's make up."
"No I had lost it long before I came. I felt like a sex machine. I don't really know how many guys fucked me."
"You are in charge most of the time. Running things, organizing things. A night of letting your cock and prostate run your life is not so bad." I said. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Shit yes!"
"Everyone up there enjoyed it with you." I said.
"Did you fuck me?" He whispered. I told him he hadn't.
"Do you want to now?" I said no, that he must be a bit sore.
"But I wouldn't mind sucking a little?" I said.
"Sixty-nine?" He said. Bill wasn't a great sucker like Skeeter, but he was entertaining. After the long fucking I gave Skeeter my cock was sore, and Bill's soft mouth with beard and mustache were pleasurable. I started with his soft cock, and loved working my tongue into the shriveled foreskin. I then licked his firm balls that struck me as ripe fruit. I continued with his hairy sac, then moved toward his hole. I realized that he was getting more excited as I got closer to the hole.
The skin got warner and smoother as I got nearer. I am not much into rimming and not al all into water sports, but the hole seemed so tender. It smelled of soap with a hint of lubricant. I reached the rose bud the blocked the entrance. Bill was really excited now. I changed my position so that I could get deeper in the hole. Seven men's cocks had been through that opening tonight.
I worked my tongue in, trying to force the rose bud back into the chute. Seven cocks and it was still tender and quivering. I had taken most of their cocks at sometime in the weekend, and wanted to taste the remains. I had a feeling of brotherhood with Bill and the men in the house that night. I spread his legs so I could get deeper. The rose bud was in.
When I pulled my tongue out, I realized I had tasted sperm. I was getting very excited. I opened him wider and went deeper with my tongue. Sperm, lubricant and pre-cum filled the chute. I licked it and tried to get it out, shocked at my level of excitement.
Bill shot off, then, I got to eat it after the second spurt. I felt Bill relax as I sucked his cock and tried to drain all the cum from his balls. It seemed impossible to me that his hunk of masculinity would like the same things I did. I was feeling euphoric as his cock contracted and oozed small drops of cum into my mouth. We fell asleep.
When I woke an hour later, it was still pouring, but the thunder and lightening had abated. I went to the bathroom and heard the showers going in the next room. The shower room was pitch black, with the steam billowing from the distant end. I decided to go in.
I bumped into a tangle of men, soapy slippery and intertwined. Two showers were going and hands pushed me under one and soaped me up. I couldn't tell whether it was two or three sets of hands, but I never got hard so fast. "Who's here?" I asked.
"Ssssshhh!" Someone said. A mouth enveloped my cock. I felt a hard torso rub against my back and a hard cock rub my crack. Hands caresser my chest and nipples then began to bend me over, and the cock at the rear got nearer and nearer my hole. I reached out to catch my balance, someone grabbed me, gave me support, and gave me his cock to suck. It was so hard I couldn't tell whether it was cut or uncut. I was pondering this question when the man to the rear pushed in.
The thrust forced my cock deeper into the mouth of the guy who was sucking me and forced me to deep throat the guys I was sucking. I hadn't shot off since my session with Frank the day before, and I didn't last any time at all. The men finished me up, stood me up in the shower again, and went back to work in their own cocks. I left the shower dried off and got dressed.
Down in the kitchen the battery operated radio said that the entire area had twelve inches of rain and that another six or seven was possible. Power had been partial restored in the city, but the suburban counties were blacked out with hundreds of trees down in every subdivision, and roads washed out or flooded throughout. They had a telephone interview with an assistant City Manger giving a report on the situation. It was Bob. He was just as authoritative on the radio as he had been in my ass.
We all gathered in the kitchen. I didn't know who had been in the shower, but everyone looked relaxed, and exchanged knowing looks. Wally had a battery operated lap top and we connected to the internet and radar. I looked as if we were going to have a lull for several hours before the storm returned. We went outside to survey the damage. Trees were down everywhere, and the rapids vanished under the rising water. Debris and even trees were shooting past the island at twenty or thirty miles an hour. Wally's grandfather had identified landmarks do you could time the speed of the tree trunks as they passed.
Bill got the chain saws out and got to work. He had refilled all his gas tanks the day before so we had thirty gallons of gas in miscellaneous containers on the island. He also got a generator going so that we could keep the freezers and refrigerators working. The choral groups joined the construction groups for a fast paced clean up. They removed most of the trees blocking the drive, all except the parts that required heavy equipment.
After three hours of heavy work, black clouds reformed in the south west and a new wave of storms formed. We returned to the house as the rain started again. Wally and Skeeter were in the kitchen deciding what to eat. They decided to defrost and eat the food that most likely would go bad if the generators stopped working.
It was hot and muggy. The temperature was in the upper eighties and the humidity around one hundred percent. We were all covered in sweat, mud and sawdust, and were standing around the house. We couldn't sit in the furniture without getting it dirty, so we were just milling
Bob and Fred returned around noon, bringing three men friends with them.
"Welcome back!" Wally said.
"Boy it's a mess out there!" Bob said. "The City Manger is back in town and has sent the emergency crew from last night back home to get some sleep. We will be moving to twelve hour shifts, so we aren't due back until tomorrow at noon." He then introduced his companions. "I brought some friends who are stranded here. They live in the county and can't get home. Captain Vince DeSoto of the fire department, and Clyde and Wilbur Smith from Utilities."
"Welcome all!" Wally said shaking hands. "We are crowded here, but there is always room for more in a storm. I will let everyone introduce themselves. We are working on lunch, so make yourselves at home." "Shower time for me, boys!" Bill said.
"Shower quickly!" Wally said. "The storm is a coming back and Lunch is a fixing!" We adjourned to the showers, and felt better being clean. The house was closed up so the air was a bit thick. I head Bob talking to Wally and using the words, "old playmates" so I assumed the newcomers were in the program. Thunder crashed near by and we vacated the shower and dried off.
The upper floor of the house was uncomfortably hot now, and I wasn't sure what to wear with the visitors.
"Max." Bob said. "Let me introduce you formally. This is Fire-hose DeSoto. We go back a long way." He was about six-two, 250 pounds, covered in salt and pepper hair from head to toe, and the reason for his nick name was clear. I introduced myself.
"You must cause quite a stir in the firehouse showers?" I joked.
He laughed. "It has been a running joke in the department for twenty years now. They claim I made Captain to give the department a back up incase of a water shortage." We all laughed. Under his breath he said to me. "The department is filled with lookers, but not doers. Bob says you can take it?"
"I don't know, but I would love to try!" I said. "Lets get together after lunch." There was a burst of laughter from the other side of the room.
"You're fucking twins!" Skeeter exclaimed. I looked at Clyde and Wilbur. They look like they were 35 years old, tall, thin, wiry, with thinning dirty blond hair. They had handlebar moustaches, and three days growth of beard. I suspected it was actually a days growth, and a thick pelt. The hair would have ben continuous, but they struck a line on there neck and shaved to it. I guessed they had a inch of hair showing above their collars when the wore a dress shirt. Their cocks matched, and the balls defined low hangers.
"Skeeter!" Bill said. "I am glad you didn't decide to become a spy. If there ever were two identical guys, this would be them!"
"I was so busy trying to look at their cocks," Skeeter explained, "I forgot to look at the faces!" He turned to the men."Nice equipment you got. Those balls look like real baby makers."
"Yeah. We need to drain they two or three times a day, or the juice builds up makes us dizzy." Either Clyde of Wilbur said. It was clear that they were on the same wave length as Skeeter. "We thought about starting a sperm farm."
"Well, I am ready to harvest some!" Skeeter said.
"Lunch is ready!" Wally called from below. We all went down stairs.