Size Queen 5 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
The Millers were big, beefy hard working men. They worked hard in hot or cold weather, snow and rain didn't bother them. I tended to think of them as human bulldozers. They possessed butt plug type cocks, short, thick and bulbous. I knew from experience their cocks weren't as short as they looked. It was an optical illusion due to the thickness. While they were crude men, I also knew their cocks and assholes were tender, delicate, and sensitive. A simple lick of my tongue could leave then shivering in excitement.
I also found out their bulbous cock heads were designed to give my prostate a work out. Depending on their mood, they could give the prostate a buff and shine, or use it as a punching bag. Both could be good. No matter how big and hard a cock can be it is always a blunt instrument. There are no sharp edges or points. The curve of the Miller's helmet shaped knobs was perfect for my prostate.
Randy was a little slower getting naked, but as he stripped, I saw Lee's normally impassive face glow. Lee stripped slowly and gave everyone a good view. He had dirty blond hair mixed with white, and below his week old beard, his body hair was luxuriant. Again, he reminded me of Sam Elliot, but Lee was more muscular and not as thin. He wasn't fat by any definition.
You could make out the basic form of his impressive body under the shag carpet. His toenails and cock alone were not covered by hair. When dressed he gave the impression of being an average guy who maybe ate and drank too much. He normally played the average Joe kind of character. He was a beautifully proportioned Nordic God naked.
His cock wasn't well proportioned. It was bloated and oversized. His balls were probably goat like, but the thick pubic hair made it hard to tell. His cock looked like a tall beer can with foreskin. His cock head was the size of a tangerine, making a big bulge in the skin. He jumped in the water with the Millers and Randy. I was the last to jump in.
Lee liked the Millers they liked him. Once they were in the water, all was well. No one was shy, but the water gave a little cover to preliminary gropes and fondling. It took between thirty seconds and a minute for Lee to understand he was with like sprits and us to realize Lee's shy reserve vanished when he was naked.
Lee checked out our cocks as we fondled him. He cupped our balls and then reached below and checked to see if the rear door was locked. I fingered his ass and he didn't object at all. He was full service. It is safe to say we were all open to the possibilities. The Millers and Randy had buns of steel, and while they didn't object to Lee's finger in their asses, they were tight.
Somehow, when he checked me out, he ended up having two fingers up my ass and did a little prostate massage. He looked me in the eye and said, "Hot Damn," in his deep, gravelly voice. Five men is a hard number to work with sexually, especially since Lee was the object of all of our interests.
Lee was game and seemed to have the sex drive of a heard of bull elephants. He was also a multitasker. He was a rare top, who loved to bottom too. Lee was blessed with stamina too. Lee had seemed reticent, but once he was turned on, he wanted to wallow in sex. He told us he wanted his cock in an ass, a cock in his hole and another cock or two in his mouth. The four of us were willing to help him. Theoretically, there was a cock to spare, but we were able to work that out.
We went inside to my bedroom. Lee knew I was willing to take his cock and he told us he hadn't fucked anyone in two months. He wanted to make sure he remembered how to do it. His cock looked like a beer can soft. Erect it was a rock hard beer can crowned with a huge mushroom cock head. He lubricated my ass as Randy took care of Lee's cock.
The Miller's and Randy had a good time cheerleading as Lee wedged his cock into my reluctant ass. Of course, I wanted it, but sometimes your ass has its own opinion. Horace had a new bottle of poppers that seemed to do the trick. I took a deep snort and his knob popped into the dark side of my sphincter.
Lee eased the rest of his organ into the deeper regions of my ass and rested. It was like having a telephone pole in me. After a minute or two, I relaxed and Lee began to jiggle his cock. I took a second shot of amyl, and it slipped a little deeper. Suddenly it felt fine.
Randy got on the bed straddled my face and fed me his cock as he kissed Lee. Virgil went behind Lee and popped his organ into Lee's backside. Horace stood on the bed and got his cock between Randy and Lee's lips.
Horace's beer can was oozing pre cum big time. That added to Randy and Lee's pleasure. I was sucking on Randy's hairy balls and then tongued his equally hairy ass. I'm not much on rimming, but this was good. I felt randy shiver when my tongue licked his rosebud, and then pushed it into his pucker. Randy moaned.
Randy was normally a good playmate, but rather businesslike. He was a "let's get hard and get off" kind of man. He was really into this. When I was fully occupied with Randy's quivering ass, Lee's cock did something. Actually, I don't know if he did something, or if something moved in my ass, but I almost passed out it was so good. My ass seemed to have shrink-wrapped itself on his cock and every movement of his bulbous cock head was electrifying.
Lee called a time out so we could catch our breath. Randy and the Millers rotated, but Lee was unwilling to pull out of my ass. At one point, he only had his cock head and two inches of his shaft in me, but he kept it in.
"I don't want to give you a swollen head Scooter, but you have one hell of an ass," he said. Horace popped his organ into Lee and got the games going again. I had Virgil's balls in my mouth as he and Lee sucked on Randy's cock.
I assumed this would be a replay of the earlier coupling, but it was different. Lee got more excited as he kissed Virgil. His cock seemed to enlarge slightly and felt even better. Randy got off the bed and slid his cock into Horace. That was a complete success. In some ways it is odd to have the guys who is fucking you making out with another man as a third guy fucked him, but it was good.
Eventually Randy fucked Lee as Horace and Virgil made out with Lee. This made Lee finally shoot off, giving my prostate a spectacular sperm bath. I shot off and Randy rear loaded Lee as he ejaculated.
The Millers were still fully loaded. "Do you boys ever play with your selves?" Lee asked.
"You mean suck each other?" Horace asked.
"I mean suck or fuck each other," Lee said in clarification.
"That's a bit personal," Virgil said.
Lee laughed. "I was under the impression everything we've done of the last hour was personal. I'm pretty sure your personal cocks were in my personal ass."
The Millers laughed too. "I hadn't thought of things that way," Virgil said. "We lived together for a long time. There ain't much we haven't done."
"It has all been good too," Horace added.
"This may sound strange," Lee said, "but, I'd love to watch you boys go at it hot and heavy. I've never seen twins do it. I know you are not technically twins, but you are damn close."
"It's embarrassing," Virgil said.
"Shit boys, you've all plugged my ass and made out like it's prom night with a hot date," Lee replied. Lee could be pretty convincing, especially since her turned them on so much.
"I'll take Horace's cream in the ass, but he doesn't like mine," Virgil said.
Lee slowly pulled out of my ass. "I'll volunteer Scooter's hole for your deposit," Lee said. "He's open for business."
"Damn, his whole is open," Horace, said, "I've never seen up a guy's ass before!" Horace and Lee whispered something. Apparently, my gaping hole was inspiration for the boys. They were all revved up, but still fully loaded. They needed release.
Watching two 250-pound hairballs go at it like bears in-heat should be more like a National Geographic nature movie than an erotic art film, but the Millers were good. They obviously had lots of practice. Those long nights on the farm let them fully explore all the possibilities. Each knew all the hot spots and all the ways to ring his brother's chimes.
In some ways, it was pretty. They were affectionate, but driven. Virgil fucked Horace and toyed with the ass as he used his own precum as lubricant. His beer can shaped cock was designed for prostate stimulation. Sometimes he rubbed and caressed his brother's tender gland; sometimes he used it as a punching bag. Once he treated his cock as a battering ram at the gates of Troy.
I watched Horace's hole. The Millers were big men, but they had small assholes. I took a while to get it open. Once Virgil was in, the hole relaxed. When Virgil pulled his cock all the way out, Horace's ass quivered in anticipation of the next penetration. Several times, he tried to open it. Virgil liked to play with the sphincter with his knob. Obviously, the tight ring stimulated his cock head. I will swear Horace's hole was kissing the gland as it entered.
Virgil had a four-alarm orgasm, half of which he shot in Horace's ass, and half he sprayed across his brother's hairy torso. A little later, Horace collected the semen and used it as lubricant. Horace pounded like a mad man, then stopped and cooled off. He went to the edge of an orgasm then pulled back at the last minute.
Lee had me on my hands and knees. We could watch the Millers as he fucked me. I was really open by now and his monster worked magic every time.
"I'm ready," Horace announced. Lee pulled out of me; Horace came over and shot his load in my ass. Horace didn't fuck me. My ass remained open after Lee withdrew, and Horace used my hole for target practice. I felt his warm man seed splatter in my ass. A few volleys hit the area around the hole, but most sailed into my rectum. It was an odd, but exciting feeling. I was afraid my ass would close up, but I stayed open for all but the last few ejaculations. Randy fucked me, shoving Horace's seed deeper. He shot off immediately. I could feel it spurting.
Lee took his place. The cum stew in my ass was too much for him too. He had his second orgasm of the day. We all collapsed on the bed, exhausted. When I woke the next morning Lee was in my bed, The Millers and Randy had gone home. I knew the Millers had work to do on the farm.
I went to the bath and when I returned, Lee was up. "Go back to sleep," I said. "I get up at the crack of dawn. You can sleep in."
"I'm use to getting to makeup and costuming at ungodly hours," Lee said. "It's late nights I have trouble with. I've never been able to understand how movie people can go to night clubs and party."
"I've assumed drugs explain that."
"I'm not a box office draw. I need the work and showing up on time and knowing my lines is a big part of my appeal," Lee said. "A dependable old war horse is attractive to many casting agents."
"Is it true what they say about casting couches?"
Lee chuckled. "Maybe if you are a young stud-muffin, but if you are fifty and shaggy, no one is interested."
"Well, you're hung like Godzilla," I said. "That should count for something."
"I'm pretty good about keeping my pants zippered," he replied. "I work a lot but mostly in dusty westerns or gritty type movies. I keep to myself mostly. I've made a good living. I've known a few men who take the casting couch approach. As far as I can tell the casting directors who have a couch, can't produce much real work."
"I made my reputation by being an expendable actor. I can do my bit and get killed. I am dependable and have no attitude, no fuss. They described me as workmanlike. Eventually my roles got better, and they began to kill me off later in the movie. By the time I was forty I made it to the end of the movie alive." We talked for a while. Lee had relaxed and was talking freely.
"That was good last night. Your friends sure know how to let their hair down," he remarked.
"That's one way to describe it," I said. "I think you inspired them. They were much more uninhibited."
"I was brought up in a small town in Idaho and my images of gay men were of effete florists and hairdressers. I was a real turn on for me to be with a bunch of rednecks going at it hot and heavy. You guys are 100% men and 100% gay."
"They are the men that I like too."
"You also had a beautiful ass," Lee continued. "Once I was in you opened up and enjoyed it. I've never taken a long ride like that. Most of my encounters have been with men who think it's an achievement to take my cock, or are checking off an item on their bucket list."
"You may have picked up, I am into cocks," I said. "I am a size queen, but it isn't taking the big ones that turns me on. It's what the big one does to me that I crave. After a while your meat was fucking my brain."
"My cock felt at home," Lee said. "Do you remember being a kid on a cold, stormy winter night when your Mom put you to bed under warm blankets? It was snug, cozy and safe. Your ass was like that, except I was on the edge of a climax most of the time. Your ass ring was kissing my cock every time I gave you a good poke. I wish I could do that to Horace, Virgil or Randy."
"Did you see Horace's hole as Virgil poked him? Horace wanted it bad," Lee continued. "Horace opened up for Virgil just as you opened for me. I want it just as bad, but I can't open up. Even for Randy, who has to be the best looking man this side of Tom Selleck, he had to force his way in. It was wonderful when he got deep, but I couldn't welcome him."
"You are a macho man. It's hard to overcome a lifetime's of preconceptions as to what a masculine man is and should do. If the movie goes as scheduled, you will have a long summer to learn new skills," I said. "I can tell you from personal experience, practice will help you overcome your preconceptions."
I was wrong about that. It wasn't a summer; it was a year of filming. They needed seasonal change and so Airhurst was filmed in each season. Even when they weren't filming the movie itself, a crew took shots in each season during rain, sleet, snows and thunder.
Lee was a co-producer as well as an actor. When he said he had made a good living, he understated the case. He had a nose for real estate, and a taste for unexpectedly successful movies. Small investments had paid off well, very well. He ran a tight ship, and knew the other producers and director well. They shared the same basic approached to movie making and were a team.
The plan was to do an anti-Gone With the Wind. They wanted it to be realistic, without the happy darkies faithfully serving their kind masters, but not demeaning to the slaves or their masters. They wanted to show the plight of the slaves, without Simon Legree. Lee thought most cruelty was due to ignorance and insensitivity, rather than sadism. Heroic men could be blind. Slaves weren't exactly human. Some we like favorite pets, treated well, others were beasts of burden.
The urban scenes were to be shot in Richmond and Petersburg where many Civil War buildings remained. Airhurst provided some of the rural and plantation scenes, as well as the landscape. Virginia, Maryland and Pennsylvania share much the same landscape. If you looked east from Airhurst it was all rolling fields. The Blue Ridge dominated the views to the west. The farm was half wooded and half fields.
Well before the main filming started, I had a small camera crew in residence. They did the basic shots establishing the setting. We had a little problem with modern farm equipment, but that was quickly resolved. Dale Dittmar, the cameraman, was reasonable and imaginative. He had an assistant who came for more complicated set ups. The film was to use hand held cameras so there was less set up than one would expect.
Dittmar also found sites for various scenes. He would find a site for a particular scene, and then sit down with me and Randy to see if the scene was workable. We didn't want to destroy the property to do five minutes of the movie. Randy knew the site like the back of his hand so he could suggest similar places with easier access.
He also wanted a period garden with non-hybridized plants. The Millers liked that idea, and while they needed to maintain the hay and cornfields for their herd, the other gardens could be replanted.
Lee handpicked Dittmar for the project due to his skills as a cameraman. He had other assets. Lee knew my tastes as well as the men on the farm. Dittmar was happy in Hollywood, and regarded live in rural Virginia as exile. Like Lee, he had the sex drive of a bull elephant and soon discovered the charms of rustic life in the country.