Rod & Gun Club 4
by Bald Hairy Man
This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex practices has been made. I have quite a few stories on Nifty. Look for Bald Hairy Man in the prolific authors section. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.
I got in sixty-nine position with Danny with Phil eating Danny's ass. I knew Danny liked that because of the increased flow of cock juices I sucked from his balls. Philip must have known Danny wanted more than a tongue up is ass. Soon, Philip nosed his knob into Danny's pucker and Danny loved it. There was someone at my back door. I quickly glanced to my rear and saw it was Big Dan.
At that moment Philip went deep. Danny almost shot off, but I didn't know if it was Philip's cock in his ass or watching his Dad enter my hole that caused the excitement. Big Dan hit my prostate head on and it was good. When sex is real good it's sometimes hard to tell if you're coming or going. I was in that state. I closed my eyes and went with the flow. There was a brief lull, then a second, larger cock slid into my rectum.
Danny's per cum flow turned into a flood. I opened my eyes and saw Big Dan's cock buried in Danny's ass. I kind of lost track of who was doing what to whom. We formed a strange animal with four cocks that could fuck itself. Philip pulled out of me and rear ended Big Dan. Philip moaned as he shot off into Big Dan's ass, then Big Dan rear loaded Danny. Danny shivered and moaned as he took Big Dan's cum. We broke apart. Big Dan pulled his still spewing cock from Danny ass and collapsed on the floor.
I looked into Danny's eyes and saw he needed to be finished off. I used his daddy's cum to get deep inside him. Danny was really tight, but ready and it was good.
"I didn't know you could take anything that big," Big Dan said as he watched me enter Danny's ass. "It's beautiful!" Big Dan looked at me. "It may be messy in there."
"Juicy, not messy," I said. Danny was nice and responsive and all was well. I may have been too big for him, but he wanted it and soon he was moaning as I deep stroked him. I was more excited than I thought and began to shoot off. Danny twitched each time I shot a volley of cum into him, then he began to squirt too.
By the time I finished ejaculating Danny had to be drained. It was hard to believe that so much cum could have been stored in his balls.
I figured I was done for the day so I went to the showers to clean up. Two men came in and showered near me. I didn't know either. One was an older man who could have played Santa without much effort. He would have needed some padding, but he was otherwise Santa like. He was with a tall, slender, younger man who was covered in silky, black hair.
At first I thought the black haired man was in his 40s, but when I got a closer look at him I realized he was in his early 20s. He wore a pony tail and had an unruly goatee. He also had a Mountain accent that was so thick it was almost unintelligible. I'm not exactly a sophisticated man of the world, but this boy was the ultimate redneck. When I finally got to see his cock he was clearly a beneficiary of the 7 and 8 rule.
When he saw my cock he came right over to me. "Damn, you've got a beauty for a white guy," he said. He took my cock in his hand and seemed to weigh it. "Mine may be longer, but you've got some heft! Your fucker is heavy."
"My friend Lamar is a bit rusty on the social graces," the man who looked like Santa said. "Lamar, you usually say hello to a man before you start playing with his privates. By they way I am Dudley DeWinter, and I too have noticed your cock is a beauty." Dudley had a fireplug style cock and a huge ball sack that cradled some jumbo sized eggs. By this time we were all half hard. As before, naked guys can't hide anything. You can't say I got to go somewhere to break off a conversion when your cock obviously has other ideas.
"Could we adjourn to a quiet corner and talk a little?" Dudley asked. "This is Lamar's first visit here. I'd like to take things a little slow." I'm not a mind reader. But I knew slow wasn't Lamar's thing. The gym wasn't crowded, but there was enough activity make it clear there were no monks in this club. We went to a corner of the room where Lamar could see the action. I stroked him. He looked relieved.
The men in the gym were busy so they didn't have time to check him out. Lamar was tall and thin and his cock was long and thin. His balls were big, but hung way low. When I touched his rod, it was rock hard. It curved down rather than up. His cock was already drooling and I collected some of it.
"Dudley, how long have you and Lamar been friends?" I asked.
"We were more like adversaries," Dudley explained. "I tried to teach him English in High School, without much success. I ran into him at the library several months ago and discovered I had been more successful than I thought."
"Mr DeWinter was a hard ass in high school," Lamar said. "I got in trouble and he helped me out of it. A pal of mine borrowed my truck and used it to rob Weller's Market. He shot someone there. He escaped but left my car behind. It was bad. Mr. DeWinter went to bat for me."
"You weren't a bad boy, just willful and under the impression being stupid made you more attractive," Dudley said. "I've been teaching the senior English class for non college bound kids for 30 years. Lamar wasn't the type at all. Later, at the library we discovered we shared interests other than English literature."
"Dudley likes rednecks and I like Santa types," Lamar interjected. "Dudley is a good teacher. I specialized in the slam-bang-thank-you-ma'am school of sex."
"You thought the orgasm was sex?" I asked.
"You got it,"Lamar replied. "I was a bit one sided in my interests. Dudley gave me some pointers."
"Were your lessons a success?"
"They are an ongoing process," Dudley said. "I will admit the subject matter is more engaging than High School English. He is a top and wasn't into anything other than getting a blow job and fucking. I've increased his sexual vocabulary."
"My fucking time was 60 seconds flat," Dudley stated. "I'm up to 20 minutes now and aiming for 30."
"I'm a top too, but I getting better at it now," I said, "I can bottom too when I'm inspired."
"You'd split me in half!" Lamar cried.
"That's never happened yet," I said. Precum formed a large blob on Lamar's slit. Just before it fell to the floor I collected it on my finger and licked it off. "Nice." I said.
Lamar dropped to his knees and began to lick my cock. Dudley might have been a great teacher, or Lamar may have had more experience than he let on, but Lamar was good. After the first lick, Lamar's mustache hairs mingled with my bush and his chin whiskers tickled my balls. I was a half staff when he swallowed me. I got hard fast and that didn't bother him at all.
"Let's make this a bit more inclusive," Dudley said. He got on his hands and knees so he could take Lamar doggy style. I straddled him so Lamar would have something to suck as he plowed Dudley. Lamar later told me this was the first time he had been in a threesome. Remarkably I short a load into his mouth before he rear loaded Dudley. By now I was bushed and I went home. Dudley took Lamar and introduced him to the other men.
Later the next week I heard a bad noise coming from my pick-ups engine and pulled into a service station in the middle of now where. Damn if Lamar wasn't the mechanic on duty there. He knew what the problem was immediately and sent a guy off to get a part. The place was called, Williston Motors and the owner was Lamar Williston III. The III was painted over Jr. a photograph of a tall, skinny man next to a tall skinny boy.
"Is that your Dad?" I asked.
"Yep, he was kill't in a crash seven years ago. I took over the station then. I tried to drop out of school, but Dudley wouldn't let me."
"You were playmates even then?"
"Shit no. I thought he was pest. He helped me out with my problem, and I owed him," Lamar said. "It was my Senior year so he arranged things. I'm the first guy in my family to graduate high school."
"You look like your father," I said.
"He was a good father, but not much of a mechanic. Grandpa was good. He said mechanical skills must have skipped a generation. When Dad died Grandpa worked mornings. Aunt Susan ran the office and I worked the rest of the time. In the end it worked out real good. Daddy wasn't very smart but didn't know it. I've got things going well now."
"I liked meeting you at the Rod & Gun Club," I said. "Did you have a good time?"
"I didn't know a guy could have that much fun," Lamar said. "Dudley wanted me to join."
"You are unsure?"
"Well the guys there are a lot fancier than me. I'm not sure I would fit in. I'm a grease monkey."
"I think everything you need to fit in is dangling between your legs. I'm a carpenter and have had a good time," I said. "You sucked my application for membership."
Lamar laughed. "That's what it was. And I thought it was a cock!"
"I'm not sure there is upper class cock or working men's cocks. Once you're naked it's all fun, as far as I can tell," I said.
"Dudley wants me to get in with a nicer bunch of men. I'm a bit of a rest stop hound."
"I'Ve been there. The club has been wonderful for me. I'm not sure I knew you could get naked with a guy and fuck him silly without keeping an eye out for a trooper," I explained. "I'm getting older and never had sex without being afraid of being caught. It was great."
"You fuck a lot there?"
"I sure do."
"You've got a big one. How many of them are willing?"
"All of them seem to be willing, more than you might think are able," I said. "You've got a long probe. I'll bet you'd be rubbing their tonsils with your knob before they knew you were in!"
Lamar laughed. "That's what Dudley says is part of my charm. I'm not much into getting fucked. Dud has done it and it was okay."
"I wouldn't worry about that," I said. "It's a polite group. Everyone asks first and a no is a no."
Lamar looked at me. "I never sucked a guy load straight from the spigot before you," he said.
"Were you okay with that?"
"Not at first. By your third squirt it was just fine." he said. "Do you take the cream?"
"I sure do. Are you fully loaded?"
Lamar nodded. "When are you going to the club next?"
"I could get there tonight, if that's soon enough." That was fine with Lamar. I picked him up at his trailer at 7:00 and we got to the club 20 minutes later. It was a week night and there were only a few people there. Inside, Virgil Hood way playing the door man. He was Hiram and Ovid's half brother and couldn't have looked less like them. The Hood's tended to be slim, but Virgil was built like Popeye,s arch enemy, Bluto, if Bluto was five six. He was also jolly and out going.
We went to the shower room and visited Doc. Doc took a shine to Lamar. This was all new to Lamar, but Doc had his ways, and he tried out a new dildo like thing on him that worked really well. We went on to the gym.
Sammy and Harry were there. I met them on my first visit, and wondered if they were a couple. If they were couple, they were an open couple. We talked with them for a minute or two when another man came over. I didn't know him.
"Bill, Lamar, this is Red Miller," Harry said. I knew who he was. He ran Red's Tires and Recapping, the biggest tire shop in town. Red was a beefy six feet tall. The red hair was mostly white and he had a long, uncut white snake hanging below his red bush. Red was a successful businessman, but he was still down home and very straight forward.
I was still soft, but Lamar was half hard. Red seemed to like that. Sammy and Harry were cut so their knobs and slits were always out and on display. Sammy had a small head in pin prick slit on a meaty shaft. Harry had a cock head the size of s silver dollar. His slit was wide and the bottom half was open and I could see some moisture in it. Harry was reserved, but his balls weren't. Once he got going he was a fireball sexually.
The rest of us were uncut and our cocks did sort of a strip tease as we got excited. Red and I both had some extra skin, so we had to be almost hard before our knobs appeared. Red was my kind of guy but he went for Lamar first. As Red's lips closed on Lamar's cock I looked at Lamar's face. He was the happiest man in the world. My attention passed to Harry.
Virgil came in with another guy who looked like his twin, but younger. They came over to us. "This is Junior. He complains were only get old meat here so I brought him down to meet Lamar."
"He's busy," Sammy said.
Junior looked us over. "Damn, Uncle Hiram's 7-8 rule is sure working!" Junior said with considerable enthusiasm. The scenery is getting better all the time." Junior had a bushy beard and hairy chest. Like his father he had a massive chest and thin waist. Unlike his father he had a massive hunk of meat dangling from his thighs."
"You've got some nice equipment yourself," I said.
"Junior got my body but his cock is from his Dad on his mother's side," Virgil said with apparent pride. "It makes a nice combination, doesn't it?" Junior may have been officially uninterested in old meat, but he went to Harry and obviously enjoyed the older man's cock.
"I've got to get back to my duties as door man, see you later," Virgil said as he left. Junior remained. Red had Lamar's cock fully erect and Junior had Harry hard as a rock. Sammy and I got closer and the two suckers included our cocks in their duties.
Eventually Junior Sammy and I formed a trio and Lamar, Red and Harry clustered. That was a near perfect arrangement. Lamar was sucking Red and harry. He tried to suck them at the same time, but his mouth wasn't big enough. He liked to deep throat. Red loved that. I got the impression Red's cock had bonded with :Lamar's tonsils. Lamar may have been new to sucking, but it was just hat he needed the right cock to suck. Red had that cock.
As I watched I saw Lamar turn from being a somewhat reluctant cock sucker into a first rate cock worshiper. Later that night Lamar entered Red doggy style and still later Red popped Lamar's cherry. It was the perfect merger of a daddy and a boy. Red fucked him pile driver style and Lamar loved it. He even forgot to be redneck macho and moaned as Red plowed his ass, Lamar wanted a man, and Red was all man.
Junior was a wonder in his own way. He was a knob polisher. His tongue was long and almost prehensile. He concentrated on my cock head and slit. Sammy was into balls and ass holes. I was on my back with Junior's cock in my mouth, his mouth on my knob, and Sammy working over my balls and hole. Junior wasn't totally opposed to doing some tongue diving in my ass. His long tongue got in deep when Sammy let him in.
Virgil's statement about Junior being tired of old men's cocks seemed like an over statement. His cock and body seemed to like older men well enough. His cock was hard from the start, but after two or three minutes in my mouth, his juices began to flow. His body had been tense until then. Once I tasted his sweet and very plentiful pre cum, he slipped into sexual auto pilot. He relaxed and went with the flow.
It seems contradictory to say a man is relaxed and sexually excited, but that happens to me too. When you meet a man for the first time and start playing you never know how it will turn out. Sometime his interests don't match yours at all. I met a guy who was into feet, one who wanted to be abused, and another who wanted to make love, but without any genital contact. That may be fine for some guys, but not me. Some guys are rough, and so unskilled nothing feels right. Well Junior and I had no problems at all.
I fingered Junior's hole some. It was tight, but he didn't object at all, and his fuck tunnel was already lubricated.
"Can you take your time?" he whispered to me.
"No problem," I said. "How do you like it?"
"Doggy style."
That was fine for me. He was tight and it took a bit of work. I pulled out to let Junior catch his breath. Lamar had been watching with Red.
"Why don't you help him out?" Red said. "You opened me up easy enough. I just as tight as Junior. You can open him up easy."
Lamar stepped up to the plate and slipped his cock into Junior. It was like a hot knife through butter. The whole thing went in on the first thrust. Lamar had a cock that curved downward so I don't know exactly what it hit, but Junior lost it. Lamar liked it too. He shot a load after no more that a dozen thrusts. When he pulled out I rammed Junior and went in to the hilt.
It hard to tell what a guy is thinking when you're fucking him from the rear. You can't see his face. I was pretty sure Junior fell in love with me, or at least he fell in love with my cock. Apparently Junior was known as an aggressive top. This was a rare effort to bottom. Once I was in he couldn't get enough. Harry, Red and Sam fucked him when I needed to take a brake. Junior was in pig bottom heaven.
Lamar and I had to get home. I usually get to work by 7:00 and Lamar opened his station at 6:00. "You know Bill," Lamar said to me as I drove him home. "I didn't know life could be as good as it was tonight. Do you think Red would play with me again?"
"I think it was a good for him as it was for you."
"I hope that's true," Lamar replied, "I really hope that's true."