Salvation House. 3 By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
Life at Salvation House was quiet and pleasant. While I am not a particularly crazy guy, I sometimes felt there was a tendency to overthink things and an even bigger problem with overtalking things. Thinking and talking are good, but I had a feeling that thinking and talking too much did not enhance sex.
Sex is enjoyable and a basic part of life. I doubted that Neanderthals spent a lot of time talking about their sexual needs. I also discovered the attractiveness of no strings, meaningless sex. As long as you and your playmate had the same meaningless intention, all was fine.
Oddly, I eventually discovered the meaningless, superficial sex tended to turn into friendship quite easily. Cocks tend to make friends easily. Looking for the one and only is time consuming and usually fruitless. It's like the personal adds that are overly detailed. Maybe you will find a handsome, six-foot, in shape blond, who likes to party, take cruises. and long walks on the beach at sundown. You might be better off with a nice guy, who likes dogs, has a good job and is dependable in an emergency.
I had been at Salvation House for six months when we had two new tenants. Scooter Harris was a refuge from the Seventies. That wasn't bad, but would have been better had he not be born in 1995. Augustine Desjardin was an uptight Catholic who had a bad experience as an Altar Boy. August had an obsessive personality, and that experience changed his entire outlook on life.
Scooter love sex and loved sex with men. He wasn't interested in getting to know or become friends with men. he was handsome and personable, but while he had intense sex with the man he was with, the man he had been with had vanished without a trace. Men he had been with felt they were deceived and tricked.
Augustine's problem wasn't that he had been molested by a priest, it was that he had enjoyed it. The sin was not the molestation, it was the enjoyment. The sin was his because he had enjoyed it. August enjoyed man sex but felt guilty every time he enjoyed himself.
Franklin knew of Augustine and Scooter's problems and hoped a stay at Salvation House would give them a new view of sex and of friendship. Scooter was good looking, and he knew it. I'm not sure that he knew his boyish charm was wearing thin. He didn't have the desperate need to look young of the fading Beauty Pageant winner, but he was approaching that age. He was an outgoing man, but once and a while he had the look of the pampered Prince visiting the peasants. Few of the men at Salvation House were handsome or pretty. We were mostly average guys.
Gilbert and Washington were imposing, big men and I noticed Scooter looking at them. They were both physically big and sported impressive cocks. While I am not the most experience man in the world, I can spot a size queen when I see one. Gilbert was a retired cop, and Washington had been a high school science teacher-football coach. Both men had encountered many guys who thought they were hot stuff, and god's gift to the world.
Washington said god's gifts had better work their asses off and work as a team, or they wouldn't be on the team. Gilbert didn't like men who thought they were special. No one is special to a cop. They knew they had a special weapon hanging between their legs. Gilbert said that once and a while he had to shoot some humility up an ass.
I figured that Barton and Fergus might take Augustine on as a project. That was complicated. As a priest, Fergus was everything August wanted and dreaded. He was no longer the young guy with the older priest. He was adult and he had control over his sexual life if he wanted to control it.
Barton was an intellectual father figure who had made peace with his religious and sexual nature. That was what Augustine wanted, but I wonder if learning that from a Presbyterian minister was in the cards. Fergus said Augustine was an old-style Catholic who wanted the mass in Latin and a meat free Friday.
Gilbert had a successful interlude with Scooter in the showers. While people say that good sex is in the mind, when you encountered Gilbert good sex has a lot to do with his cock and where it will fit. When I mentioned that Herb added that where it fit and where it eventually fit were two different things. It had been good for him the first time Gilbert fucked him. I was even better once his ass was open and more receptive.
"His cock is huge and wonderful, but somehow you know it will get better with repetition," Herb explained, adding. "When he and Washington double team you know it doesn't get better." Herb was a smart man.
Barton got along with Augustine. Barton was well educated, intelligent and had an unexpected point of view. Sone might say it was eccentric, but Barton too smart to simply write off as an odd ball. Fergus joined in on the conversations too.
For both Fergus and Augustine, Barton was a neutral party. Fergus didn't know that Augustine had a sexual attraction to Catholic priests. Augustine didn't realize Fergus avoided intimacy from temptations of other Catholic men. Barton was more perceptive than either man.
A new member of the Salvation House connected with the trio. Billy-Ray Tallman was a percussionist in the college orchestra. He was a good drummer and good on the xylophone and the cymbals. For the School's concerts those instruments were important when Devine appearances were needed. Billy-Ray did the thunder and the preludes to angelic appearances.
He was pure, straight from the hollow Baptist. All answers were in the Bible, the King James Bible. Billy-Ray went to a bible academy and was more of less illiterate. His ability to read and understand Shakespearian era English was minimal.
The Church focused on drinking, swearing, adultery and illegitimate children as the ultimate sins. They formed a tight society with few outside influences. A few of the teenagers in the community realized that cock sucking was not on the list of possible sins. I assumed that was because it was so bad, that it couldn't be mentioned. I was 100% wrong about that.
Cock sucking turned out to be the major recreational activity of the preacher and the choir director. The Choir Director seemed to have near perfect gaydar. He seemed to know Billy-Ray would like it. There was a lot of show and tell until the eighteenth birthdays when the choir director traded sperm with the selected boys. Like any horny teen aged guys, Billy-Ray and his closest friends had figured it out several years earlier. The Choir Director of the college sent him to us. Billy-Ray needed more sexual activity than could concealed from the school administration.
Billy-Ray was tall, solid, and blond. I would say he was on the high side of average good looking. He met Barton in the showers shortly after he came to Salvation house. Barton became the father Billy-Ray never had. Billy-Ray's real father was cold, aloof and a bottomless pit of useless information. Barton was warm, friendly, and helpful. He was also sexually experienced and willing to share that experience.
Billy-Ray had the typical problems of men who were used to quickies. Speed was essential, and keeping you identity secret was important too. Billy-Ray could do a blowjob from soft to an orgasm in a minute. He usually collected the resulting sperm in his mouth and spit it out as he ran the water in the lavatory. Lavatories were better than toilets since they made less noise. Billy-Ray had never fucked or been fucked. He had never swallowed. He had never been naked with another man.
I would have thought that Billy-Ray needed a crash course in man sex. Barton was a slow and steady instructor in the sexual arts. He took one step at a time.
I learned all about Barton's training lessons because Billy-Ray tried out his new skills on me, and eventually on Fergus. Barton let Billy-Ray fuck him. Billy-Ray fucked me and then I visited his ass. my ass was a bit more versatile that Barton's. Barton lies still and takes it like a man. I try to grab the cock and massage it with my sphincter. I also do a little Hula Dance while a cock in in me. Billy-Ray had a thin shaft with a big cock head, enshrouded with extra foreskin. I peeled it back as he entered me and the enshrouded the knob as he pulled it out. Billy-Ray loved that.
My cock also developed a relationship with his prostate. I seemed to rub it just the right way. Billy-Ray didn't know he possessed a prostate not to mention the sensations he felt as I rubbed it. Billy-Ray was an enthusiastic sexual partner. He liked it so much you tended to feel the same enthusiasm.
That is what hooked Fergus. Barton had spent a lot of time explaining that you share sex with your partner. You didn't use your partner for sexual release. You didn't shove your cock up a guy's ass, you massaged the ass with your cock until you were both excited. Mutual passion was the goal.
I didn't think that passion was Fergus's strong suit. Luckily, Billy-Ray had enough passion for both of them. Sex with him was a like getting caught up in a tsunami of sexual passion, without the fatal results. With Billy-Ray you had to admit you enjoyed it. You can't claim the sex was just okay when you are moaning in pleasure.
Augustine was interested in Fergus, but Fergus had avoided sex with him. Fergus had been claiming that he was trying to be chaste. That excuse ended when he connected to Billy-Ray. Fergus connected with Augustine and it was magic. Both men were shocked.
I was shocked too. Augustine seemed like a cold fish to me. He lacked any enthusiasm. He cock was limp, and his ass sealed shut. They connected in the back of the shower. not only did Augustine's cock het rock hard and an inch or so longer. When Fergus's cock touched his ass, his hole seemed to possess an automatic door opener. I had a suspicion that Fergus discovered why men like sex with men.
I hadn't realized that it was difficult for some men to allow themselves to enjoy life. Working hard to help people was Fergus's objective. Enjoying himself was a waste of time. I think letting yourself enjoy life makes hard work better. helping others doesn't mean you need to avoid helping yourself.
I had a suspicion that a sexual romp packs a lot of enjoyment in a short time. An orgasm takes seconds not hours. There is no evidence that sperm contains the worries and concerns of the day, but some how the problems are as bad after you shoot off.
The next day I noticed that Fergus was more relaxed and much more sociable. When he became ore open to sex, he became more open to people.
While Fergus discovered the allure of gay sex, Gilbert and Washington worked on Scooter. Scooter viewed himself as a handsome, good guy. He had good to all the right schools, or more correctly had bee thrown out of the good schools. He had trust funds that provided cash. Scooter though being handsome, and wealthy was enough.
That might have worked if he was more wealthy and more handsome than he was. He was better than average, but he was also an inconsiderate jerk. He could be rude and dismissive. He also tended to go home after he shot off. he liked for men to take his cum, but he wouldn't take theirs. He was not into reciprocation.
Gilbert and Washington were successful and imposing men if you treat having many good friends as success. They were both big, impressive, and notably well endowed. Big cocks, good attitude, and willingness to reciprocate counts. The cocks attracted men; the attitude made them friends.
Scooter hadn't taken cock as big as theirs. He was blindsided when he discovered he was a size queen. He found two men he had to please. It was a new experience for him. Gilbert was big, but Washington was bigger and blacker. I suspected Scooter had never taken a black cock in his ass and it was a big deal for him. Gilbert and Washington were authority figures who expected to be obeyed. They were aggressive or pushy about that, but they just expected men to do what they wanted.
Both men were well endowed. Gilbert's cock was slightly longer, and Washington's member was thicker. Both men had ways to get their cock where they wanted it to be. They weren't aggressive, but they had a result in mind, and they knew how to achieve that goal. They both liked sending men to new places and experiences.