Seed & Feed 8
By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com
This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that I have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. This is an all new story. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments.
When I woke up an hour later, Willy was next to me in the bed. When I moved he whispered, "How's it going?"
I muttered, "I'm fine. So far things have been good."
"You took Whitey's horse cock. Did it hurt?"
"No, Whitey took his time. It's a new experience, but worth it," I said, "How are you doing?"
"Pretty good, considering how in experienced I am," Willy said. "The Reverend is the only man to ever fuck me before."
"It must be a shock to your system."
"Yes and no," Willy replied. "When the Reverend fucked me it was as if the world changed from being in black and white to technicolor. I'd spent most of my life being a goody-two -shoes. I figured if I was that good, I wouldn't be gay anymore. He's been fucking me every chance we got. I can't get enough of it." He was stroking the hair on my chest and was slowly moving the strokes toward my bush.
"When the Reverend told me about this, he said it would be non stop sex and there were some big boys here. I think of it as making up for lost time," Willy explained. "It's been great so far, but I haven't tried Whitey and Butch. Butch sort of scares me." By now his hand had strayed to my balls and he had a finger in my ass.
"Butch is a nice guy, not very pretty, but nice," I said. "If you push that finger any deeper into my ass, you'll find a mixture of Whitey and Butch's cum." Willy pushed his finger deeper and swished it around in the man scum.
Before we had a chance to play, Reverend Albert came over to us. I was on the couch and his cock was at mouth level. I took the bait. I met the Reverend a few weeks earlier, but I hadn't focused on him. He was a bland and ordinary looking. He had a dusting of hair in the center of his chest and a thick bush. He cock was thin, long and tasty. He was easy to deep throat and was the ideal cock for a first fuck.
I nursed on the Reverend's cock head. The edge of the mushroom was tender and I licked it in a circular movement, then flicked my tongue in the slit. Every time I did this, I coaxed a bead of pre cum from his balls. Dwayne joined us and got Willy on his knees. Dwayne and the Reverend had opposite equipment. Dwayne's cock was as thick and wide as the Reverend's was thin and long.
Willy winced when Dwayne's cock head popped through his sphincter. After that all was well. "Nice and tight, you've got a good ass," Dwayne said. "I've got a real beer can. Are you okay?"
"I'm just fine," Willy said. Dwayne pumped slowly. You could see when they hit stride and Willy began to shiver in excitement. Reverend Albert began to jerk. His balls shot his seed into my mouth. I assumed he had shot off earlier, but I got a load and a half.
After he completed shooting, I got up and looked around the Hunting lodge. Several men came in while I took the nap. I saw Gene Kayman, a news man and DJ for the local radio station and Reynolds Dennis, an old dairy farmer.
Gene had been around for years and was a fixture at store openings and any other event which could be charitably interpreted as news worthy. He had been a stylish man about town twenty years earlier. He tried to look young and that made him look slightly ridiculous. Gene was always willing to help out with any charitable cause, so no one minded it much. Naked he was tanning booth brown and shaved smooth. His long cock hung low, but his balls hung still lower.
He was with a younger man. I didn't recognize the face, but when I heard him I knew he was the evening DJ, Hoss MacMillan. The station had gone country and western a year earlier and recently they imported a genuine guy for Tennessee to take the night time slot. Rumor had it, Hoss' real name was Basil MacMillan, but he had the physique of Hoss from the old Bonanza show. He was built like an old time boxer, big and solid.
Gene looked at me and began to come in my direction, but Reynolds beat him to the punch. Reynolds looked like a mean Santa. He was the town grouch. Usually wearing worn overalls and ancient plaid shirts, he looked better naked than clothed. When I say that I mean he had a big piece of meat hanging between his legs and bull balls.
I never had a run in with Reynolds, but I knew several friends who had. I hate to sound like a superficial guy, but seeing his thick, uncut cock hanging between his legs made me look at him another way. With him was a young man, I didn't know.
"You're new here?" he asked. I nodded. "I'm Reynolds Dennis. This is my friend Sonny."
"I'm Jed Miller," I said, shaking his hand.
"Bobby Miller's son?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied. Jack came over to Sonny and tapped the man's shoulder. Sonny smiled when he saw Jack's cock and they went off.
"He makes friends easily," I commented.
"Sonny's a nice boy," Reynolds replied. He reached down and fondled my balls. "I was a bit uneasy about bringing him here. He likes sex, but he's a bit slow. Simple you know. I'm afraid someone might take advantage of him."
"Why did you bring him?"
"When you're like Sonny, sex is the best think you can do. He likes it and is good at it," Reynolds said. "He likes to eat and watch cartoons, but that's about it. It should be good for him. He needs some new friends. I'm old. I can't last that much longer."
"You look healthy to me." I said. As he played with my balls, I got hard, but he got harder.
"You're a good-looking boy," he said while stroking my cock. A bead of pre cum oozed from my cock. "It's funny, I'm almost 70 years old, but cocks still excite me. I've been messing around with the same men for years, but when I find a new cock I feel like a teenager again." He collected the bead on his finger and licked it. "Nice and sweet. You've got nice ball juice."
My cock twitched when he said this. He saw that and smiled. "Jed, you're lucky to be here now. You're nineteen or twenty?"
"Twenty," I said.
"I was closeted as hell, and scared to death someone might find out until I was fifty," Reynolds said.
"Did you have any sex with guys?"
"Some boy hood friends and a cousin," he said. "When I went out of town, I had a fling once. I met one of the men in this club about 20 years ago and I started to really live for the first time in my life." Reynolds dropped to his knees and began to lick my cock head. He may have been a grouchy old geezer, but he knew how to suck.
I don't know if it's actually possible to get to know a man through is cock, but that's the way it seemed to me. It was as if he was worshiping my cock. We went to one of the couches pushed against the wall and he sucked until we got on the floor and sixty nined. He was big, but I was able to deep throat him. He moaned when I did that and soon I had a good pint of man seed in my mouth, then I shot off.
When we broke apart, Sonny was watching. Jack was with him and had his arm around his shoulders. "Mr. Dennis, you said his cock would fit and it did!" Sonny exclaimed. "I took the whole thing!"
"You liked it?" Reynolds asked. Sonny nodded enthusiastically.
"You've got a good boy there, Reynolds," Jack said. "His ass is just tight enough. You've trained him well."
"His cock was like yours, but different," Sonny said to Reynolds. "It felt good. Like yours, but not the same. Do it again, Jack. Show Mr. Dennis how you do it." Sonny bent over. Jack was never less than half hard. He stroked his cock a few times, the shoved it in. Sonny moaned and shivered when it was fully lodged.
Sonny looked like a kid who just got the present of his dreams at Christmas. I looked up at Reynolds. I was afraid he would be jealous or offended. He was beaming with pride. He looked like a mother bird who had just pushed her chicks out of the nest and they could fly. Sonny was vocal in his enthusiasm. We attracted a small crowd.
Gene came up and took Jack's place. Later Henry took a turn, then Dwayne. Sonny liked them all. Reynold's worries that Sonny would have trouble fitting in were unfounded. He fit in just fine. A little bit later I saw him fucking Dwayne, so I knew they hit it off.
It was getting late and Henry put out some refreshments. It was sandwiches and cold cuts and hit the spot. I sat and ate with Tommy and Duddy. Johnny, the man I thought might be a coach, saw Duddy and joined us. Johnny was attracted to Duddy, so I ended up talking to Tommy.
When I saw him first, I thought Tommy was doing an imitation of a swishy gay florist. I soon found out Tommy was a swishy, gay florist. He was also very funny. He knew what he was and didn't take himself too seriously.
"I had no idea when Butch asked me to come it would be a bear convention," he said. "The sex would be good, but what if one of you rolled over? I'd be toast!"
"I bet you can be fast moving," I said.
"If I need to be," he said smiling as he looked around the room. "I had been aiming for younger and prettier until I met Butch. When you're trapped in a sexual dessert anything that even looks like water is good. Damn if that ugly man didn't fuck me to the moon. I didn't know sex could be that good, and believe me, I'm no virgin."
"I admit, when I first saw Butch, I though he'd been one of those red necks from Deliverance. I could almost hear the dueling banjoes in the back ground. Any way, that boy has a great cock, and it rubbed me new ways," he continued. "Finding anything new up my ass is an achievement indeed. Anyway, here I am, getting plowed by anyone and everyone."
"I hope you're okay with that?" I asked.
"Shit, I've died and gone to heaven," Tommy replied without batting an eye. Tommy was 5'-4" or so. He was slight and had a boyish figure. I would guess he was in his 30s. But he was trying to look younger. Tommy was uncut and had twice the skin he needed. He also had really low hanging balls. They were large, perfect ovals in and loose sack. The balls looked as if they were so heavy they stretched his sack. Everything about Tommy was minimal except for his cock and balls.
There must have been something in the water, but as we chatted, or more correctly as Tommy talked, I got interested in his cock. I must have been staring, because Tommy's cock began to firm up. The cock was half way up the tube of skin. It began to grow and fill the tube. I was thinking about tasting his cock. Tommy beat me to the punch. I was on a bench, Tommy slipped onto the floor and my cock slipped into his mouth.
Tommy was a good sucker, but he also managed to both suck me and get his ass in the air. I couldn't exactly see what he was doing, but I guessed his hole was wide open and available for use. I was wondering who would rise to the bait when Whitey came by. He saw the invitation, stroked his cock hard and nuzzled his cock head in Tommy's hole. Tommy looked back, smiled and raised his ass a bit higher.
I'll give Tommy credit, he didn't batt an eye as Whitey's horse cock slid deep into his ass. "Are you okay, boy?" Whitey asked.
"I'm in fucking love," Tommy moaned. White rammed him hard when he heard that. Tommy was having trouble concentrating on my cock. I took the opportunity to move and scoot under Tommy. He was rock hard, but his skin still covered the erect organ. I sucked it and got my tongue inside the skin.
Inside it was hot, steamy and fulled with strong home brew. He'd been oozing for the night and all of the scum was still there. I sucked his balls too. They were the sise of large eggs and I could only get one in my mouth at a time. Tommy's equipment turned me on, as did watching Whitey's cock ram into Tommy's ass. I tasted Tommy's cock react to Whitey's meat. Tommy got his second breath back and he began vigorously sucking me again. The sexual excitement continued to build.
Someone lifted my legs and pushed a pillow under my ass. A second or two later, a cock eased into my ass. It wasn't a big cock, but it was big enough. Whoever was fucking me matched his thrusts with Whitey's. Tommy and I were deep throating each others cock, while we were being rammed. Somehow we became a single fucking organism.
I don't know how long we went at it. It could have been a few minutes. It could have been fifteen. It was total sexual involvement. Four men, four cocks, ass holes and mouths were involved. If you could reach it and use it for sexual stimulation we did it.
Whitey picked up the pace of fucking. He rammed hard then became still. I had the feeling all of his energy was going into his spasming cock. A second later he pulled out and sprayed Tommy's ass with loads of cum. The cream splattered on Tommy's hole, dripped down his crack on onto his balls.
I would have licked it up, if Tommy hadn't begun to climax. Tommy was small but his big balls were fully loaded. I felt wonderful as I ate his seed. If took me a few seconds to realize I was shooting too. I didn't know if the guy in my ass shot off until we broke apart.
The country and western DJ, Hoss had been in my ass. We cooled down and I noticed his cock was still drooling cum as we relaxed. A good time was had by all.