Rod & Gun Club 3
By Bald Hairy Man
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I thought the day was over when I shot off in Luther's ass. Fifteen minutes later I was more than ready to go again. The smell of sex in the air was intoxicating. Luther was still in the sling. He was talking with Tom's linebacker friend while Philip fucked him. I went over to see how he was doing.
He smiled as I approached. "If you're feeling like adventure, try Bill. It's a wild roller coaster ride!" I was still semi hard and looked impressive.
"Scary?" Philip asked. Luther had been in then sling for a while and his ass was getting limber. When Philip talked to me he pulled out. Luther's hole wasn't closing up right away, and it looked needy. Somehow, Luther looked more complete when there was a cock in his ass.
"Not scary. Bill's easy going and gentle, except for the size of the cock," Luther said. "It more of a Star Trek adventure, going were no man has gone before! Bill, do you know Philip and Ned?"
"I've met Philip, but Ned is new to me." I shook hands with Ned. He was a younger man, in his mid 30s. Six feet tall and 250 pounds of muscle. He was mostly smooth, except for his bush. He was a blond, and had a peaches-and-cream complexion. You don't expect to see a pink muscle man. I think he was naturally shy. He took quick glances at my cock, but was uneasy about looking at it directly. He had been semi erect, but got hard.
I fondled his balls and Ned relaxed. He was uneasy about making the first move. Philip pulled out of Luther. Parker was walking by and Philip gave his friend Parker a chance to enjoy Luther's cum-filled ass.
"Let's go to a corner and relax some," Philip suggested to me and Ned. Relaxing wasn't exactly what he had in mind. He got Ned on the floor and sat on Ned's cock.
"Ned likes to suck balls, Bill," Philip said. "Straddle his face and let him lick your low hangers." Philip must have enjoyed Ned's cock; he was rock hard. His face was that of the proper Victorian gentleman, but his cock was coated in sperm and pre cum from Luther's ass. It looked as if it had been glazed. Some of the man spunk was dribbling into his bush and onto his balls.
With my balls at Ned's mouth, I leaned over and took Philip's cock head into my mouth. It was pure man cream mixed with Philip's pre cum, the food of the God's. We all went a bit crazy. Ten minutes later Ned held Philip's legs open as I eased my cock into his ass. Ned's cock was short, but thick and that was enough to open Philip. Ned had shot a pint or two of his own, home-made lube into Philip too.
Parker had broken Philip in, and while the entry wasn't easy, Philip was willing. Philip went into a trance once I was in. He was into Eastern religions and he told me it was Nirvana, the state of bliss. In some ways Philip was passive. I don't think he knew what was going on. His body involuntarily reacted, and that was good for me. I shot off a second time. When I pulled out Ned sucked the final spurts of cum from my cock.
It was getting late and the even began to break up. I went home, had dinner and slept very soundly. I didn't dream at all. In some ways there was no need to dream. Every fantasy I had ever had was coming true. Indeed, I had experienced some fantasies well beyond my meager powers of imagination.
I hadn't planned to go back on Sunday, but by noon I felt my urges growing and drove over to the club. There were only a few cars there. Apparently, Sunday was a slow day. Hiram was reading a paper in the entrance area. I went to the showers and then looked into Doc's room. I assumed he wouldn't be there. He was there with Tommy and Luther.
"Damn, Bill, we were just talking about you," Doc said.
"Oh dear," I said. "I hope I didn't make a fool of myself yesterday. I got carried away. I hope I didn't offend?"
"Don't worry. There was no problem at all. Yesterday it was as if we were prospecting for gold discovered you, the mother load" Luther said.
"Let's face it. Our ways seem a bit extreme to those outside the club," Doc said. "Some men take months to get in to it. You took to it like a fish to water. It was beautiful."
"I watched you with Ned. He's a new and a bit shy," Tommy said. "Yesterday you had him sucking up cum from your cock in fifteen minutes. Ned's never done that before. Normally it takes Philip a month or two to get comfortable enough to let a guy in his back door. Bill, you have a gift."
"Now Tommy and I aren't exactly blushing virgins, but you're good!" Luther said. "I really wanted your cock, but I thought you might split me in half. It was great. You've got a pleasure stick, not a fuck tool. I don't know how you did it, but it was a wonder. You have a great technique."
"Bill, let me tell you something about myself." Doc said. "I am Dr. Willoughby Jones and I am a research associate scientist for the Reproductive Institute for Men, best known as RIM. To say it's best known as RIM is incorrect. RIM is all but unknown. It is a scholarly institute for the study of male reproductive organs. My primary interest is in male genitalia as pleasure giving organs, rather than their reproductive or excretory functions. We are supported by several large pharmaceutical companies as well as medical implement companies. There is one group that makes what are euphemistically called marital aids."
"The major thrust of the institute's work is to explore the reproduction and excretion role of male organs. It is rare when a study deals with the pleasurable and emotional aspects. Social taboo's make this difficult, and indeed the idea tends to generate laughs. Let's face it, if you were to stand back and consider the role sexual pleasure plays in life on earth, you would soon understand the importance. If you were to eliminate pleasure in sex, would there be animal life on earth? The answer is probably no. Sexual pleasure must be so extreme animals are willing to put up with the byproduct of sex, that is pregnancy and its associated dangers."
"My focus is on males only," Dr. Jones continued. "Sexual pleasure does not play as dominant role in the female role in reproduction. The male must be aroused and erect in order to consummate the act. As long as the male is excited the female may or may not respond.
"While there is some scientific interest, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize there is a shit-load of money making potential to make in any pill or device that increases sexual pleasure. We aren't charged with creating such devises, but if we found one, that would be more than acceptable."
"I have advanced degrees in Urology and Proctology and know the male genital apparatus as well as anyone alive today. I am a man and so I have a practical interest in the subject. As a gay man, I have more interests in the pleasure giving aspect of men's genitals than in the reproductive role." He smiled at me shyly. "I need men who are willing to experiment sexually, and try some unorthodox things. You would be an ideal participant." Doc was wearing a lab jacket as before. It was attractively tented.
"Are you here professionally, or for fun today?" I asked. Doctor Jones blushed. That was all the answer I needed.
"Willoughby likes sex a lot, but he's shy and has trouble making the first move," Tommy said. "I'm doing it for him. He wants you and he wants you bad!" Willoughby un-buttoned his coat.
Willoughby had a bland Elmer Fudd face on a furry, masculine body. He must have worked out quite a bit. I took the first step, since he was shy. I bent over and sucked his cock. He rewarded me with a single spurt of cum. He was ripe. I just held his knob in my mouth and let him cool down.
"I'm all right now," Doc said. "After I've ejaculated once, it takes some work to get the full load." He had a thin, long cock with a mushroom knob. His piss slit was wide and deep. I found out later he once had a Prince Albert. That explained the wide hole. Doc was naturally reserved and non demonstrative. He was a dry suck without much pre cum, until I got two fingers in his ass. I played a two finger version of Chopsticks on his prostate and he lost control of his ball juices. I thought I might get a mouthful of the thick cream, but it was still the sweet flow of precum.
He remained impassive, while his balls were churning out juice. His ass hole was already lubricated, so I had a hint as to what he wanted. "Let me suck you!" he asked. I straightened up and he went to his knees. He stared maybe 30 seconds at my cock, studying it and then made a few trial licks. He stuck his tongue out and licked inside my puckered foreskin. He soon found my cock head and piss slit. He delicately flicked his tongue on the slit and sampled my pre cum. Soon he was sucking me like a mad man.
Tommy and Luther were both an audience and coaches. They knew Willoughby well, and both encouraged him and gave me pointers as to what Doc liked. A few weeks later I was talking with Hiram and he told me Doc was permanently reserved. He wanted sex badly but couldn't force himself to initiate it. "Tommy is his best pal," Hiram explained. "He knows what works to get the Doc aroused. Tommy's been to the moon and back a few times and he wants the Doc to take the same trip. Tommy knows his own cock won't do it, so he's on the lookout for someone who will."
Eventually Willoughby was on his back on the gurneys with his feet in the stirrups. He had a small, tight hole. I guessed it wasn't virgin, but it wasn't at all like Luther's puffy and bloated man cunt.
I took my time. I like repeat customers and easing it in increases the chance of mutual pleasure. Doc was tight and it took a while to open him up. I'd push, lubricate my cock again and then push just a little bit harder. After a few minutes of this my knob popped through the sphincter. Doc looked relieved, but was still tense. I pulled out, re lubricated and pushed it in again. The first few times he was still resisting, but soon I was massaging his sphincter. I started pushing deeper.
My shaft is as big as my cock head, so there is no relief the way it is taking a thin shaft with a big head. Doc still didn't relax. When four of five inches of my cock were in, Doc moaned and surrendered. He gave up any effort to resist. I knew his prostate was a finger's length in his ass. I guessed my thick shaft had filled his chute completely, and his prostate was squeezed tightly. The last five inches of cock was easy for me, but Doc was gasping for breath and his eyes glazed.
Tommy touched my shoulder when he thought I should pull out some and let Doc get his bearings. He'd then tell me to ease it in again. Doc reacted the same way, he zoned out. Doc's ass was tight and slippery, bit it firmly gripped my cock. I've got some extra foreskin. Even when the ass has my cock in a tight grip, I can still pump my cock deeper. My cock stayed on the edge of an orgasm most of the time. I think my fuck sessions of the previous day must have increased my stamina.
After ten or twelve minutes of fucking, Doc began to twitch and spurt. His ass contracted with each ejaculation I gave his entire chute a sperm bath. Woody cleaned up Doc's orgasm, while Luther took care of my cock. I thought I was finished and had pulled out, but Luther's mouth induced a new round of ejaculations in me.
It took a while for Doc to come down from his high. Luther continued to milk his cock to ease the descent. At one point he eased his cock into Doc's hole. Doc moaned as Luther's organ probed his insides. After being dilated by my cock, Doc's sphincter offered no resistance. I would have bet the farm Gorilla-like Luther would have been a man rammer. He was a gentle as a mother with a new born. Doc began to quiver and shake as Luther probed his ass. He was moaning and almost crying in pleasure.
Woody got affectionate with me. "Hold me please?" he asked. I picked him up; he wrapped his legs around my hips and we kissed. Somehow he got his ass hole poised on my cock. His sphincter offered no resistance at all. He used his own weight to impale himself. Taking 10 inches of cock is no mean feat for a man Woody's diminutive size.
I'm not normally much into kissing but I sure got into it with Woody. As long as my cock supported him, Woody did the fucking. He wiggled and rotated, contracted and relaxed his ass. Woody was athletic and as long as a few inches of cock were in his hole, he did all the work.
When Doc cried out and shot off again, Woody popped. The narrow gap between our two hairy bodies was coated with his man seed. He was exhausted and I laid him on the gurney next to Doc.
"Fill me up!" he ordered. I made three or four deep thrust and shot off. It was unexpectedly lovely. Doc and Woody were spread eagled with Luther and I in their respective asses, slowly pumping. Woody was tightening his ass to coax the last bit of sperm from my cock. Doc was doing the same. We finally broke apart.
Doc had an attack of post intercourse regret. I guess that was part of his reticence. Luther and Woody would have nothing of that. Doc thanked me. I showered and went to the gym. The other men went home.
Two men I didn't know were there. I sat on a chair and one of them came over and sucked me. After a while the other offered me his cock to suck. He had a long thin cock and was easy to suck. The sucker liked balls too and eventually rimmed me.
"My friend, Doug likes to fuck," the sucker said. "I'm Louie, by the way. I've got you nice and juicy. Would you mind helping him out?"
"No problem," I replied.
"I'd love to fuck you," Doug said to me, "but your cock is a few sizes too big for me. I don't think I could reciprocate. Louie doesn't bottom much at all. We're in a different league than you."
"How long can you go before you pop?" I asked.
"I can go for hours," Doug said. "I like quality time in the ass more than the climax." That was fine for me. Louie held my legs open while Doug went in. Doug was pleasant and easy. His knob was bigger than the shaft and it seemed to bond with my prostate. It wasn't the most exciting sex I had ever had, but it was enjoyable for both of us.
"Damn that's pretty," Louie said. He liked to watch, but I didn't know how much he liked to watch until he sprayed me with cum during a hands free orgasm. Doug could stay hard and pumping for hours, but was nice enough to tell me when he reached his limit and had to shoot. I told him to let himself go. His cock twitched and spasmed as he shot off. I could feel every twitch in my ass and it was good for me.
I know there are social drinkers, but this was the first time I ran into social fuckers. Doug was an organist at a church about 30 miles a way. Louie was the minister at the same church. Louie had to get home, but Doug stayed and we chatted.
"How in hell can you fuck for as long as you do without shooting?" I asked.
"Do you get offended easily?" he asked.
"I don't think so."
"Well, I like them young, smooth and pretty," Doug explained. "As you can understand, that is a recipe for disaster for an organist-choir director. If that isn't bad enough, I have piss poor taste in men. If you are a cute, untrustworthy user, you are the man for me. Well, I came close to getting into real trouble but Louie saved me. I was younger then, and he thought I was cute."
"Up until Louie, my main sexual problem was premature ejaculation. I gave Louie a thank you fuck for helping me out. He doesn't turn me on, but I knew he had a crush on me. Damn if I didn't fuck for hours. It was wonderful." Doug finished his story. "If I have sex with men who don't turn me on, I have the stamina of a bull."
"That has some rewards of its own, doesn't it?" I asked.
"It does indeed," he replied. "Several years ago I went to Thailand where everyone looks like they are thirteen."
"How was it?"
"Not what I had expected," Doug said. "I was very excited until the sex started, then the sex was too quick. I had gotten use to long sessions. Louie calls sex with me Anal Communion. After an hour and a half of sex you get to know a man. I can stay on the edge of an orgasm for most of that time. With the Thai men I actually shot off before I popped in their asses a few times. I got one older man. I guessed he was 30 and he actually was 45. That was wonderful. Louie says I've been cured."
"So, I'm not your type?" I asked smiling.
"Not at all. The rugged, masculine, working man's man isn't my type at all," Doug said. "The sex was great though. I hope it was okay for you; I noticed you didn't shoot off?"
"I shot off twice earlier. It was just fine."
It was late and I went home. The next two weeks were busy for me. A builder friend of mine broke his arm and I did my own work and his. He was on a tight schedule and the asshole client of the project didn't think a broken arm was an excuse for being late. With many hours of over time and working weekends, I got it done. The client was pissed, but couldn't show it, and my friend was grateful. I also got double my usual pay. That was nice. It was on a Friday three weeks later when I got back to the Rod & Gun Club.
They were happy to see me. Hiram told me they were afraid my experience there had been bad. Some men seemed to have fun, but on reflection decided the club wasn't for them. I told him about my builder friend and Hiram looked relieved. When I got to the locker and shower room there almost was cheering. It's nice to be appreciated.
Big Dan, Danny, Luther and Doc were there as were Parker, Fred and Philip. I had some fun with all,of them and they had been afraid it hadn't been good enough. They were soft when I came downstairs and were semi erect or more by the time we made it to the gym.
Again I wallowed in the sensual and sexual atmosphere of the place. We were all naked and aroused. There was no way to pretend we were into it and willing. My cock wasn't new to these men, and I wondered if other men would be interested in getting fucked.