Snowbound 2 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
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It's not every day that a nearly middle-aged man discovers sex again. I had forgotten the excitement of feeling a new cock explore my ass. I had not realized there were new sensations to feel in my, by no means, virgin behind. Most of all I didn't realize these sensations could be so intense.
I recalled the first time I sucked a cock. It wasn't exactly my first time. That had been when I was 14 and I licked a Billy Dewing's cock. He was my next-door neighbor and an old pal when we did the, you show me yours and I show you mine stuff. I licked it but was careful to avoid the slit. It was two years later when I was helping another neighbor rake his lawn. Mr. Crossway gave me lunch and somehow, he didn't zip up after taking a leak and I saw his cock.
I was staring at it and he asked me if I liked what I saw. I said yes. He smiled, and I showed him mine. He dropped to his knees and sucked me. He took my entire cock into his mouth and I assumed he knew what he was doing. I shot off and he took every drop. We finished lunch and went back to work.
A week later I was doing more yardwork and I sucked him. I was the sort of scared, and I knew the half- hearted licking wasn't what he wanted. I went whole hog. Mr. Crossway's cock was uncut and full sized. I should have been scared, but it was so exciting I wanted it. When he shot off and globs of cum filled my mouth. It was the most exciting thing I had ever felt.
I had that same feeling when Bubba enter me. Taking a cock in the ass isn't the most elegant or romantic thing in the world. Candle light and romantic music don't make it lyrical. It lacks poetry. When my first partner, Jimmy entered me I wanted him to be a close to me as possible. You can't get closer than overlapping. He sealed the deal when he shot off and I felt the gentle tickling of sperm deep in my ass. I was briefly shocked, then it seemed so right. The most intimate parts of our bodies were connected. I loved it.
Bubba looked like a cross between Big Foot and a man, but he was careful and gentle. Skeeter had opened my ass and I was well lubricated and relaxed. Bubba's cock was thick and barely fit. I had a strange sense that my prostate was in the way, so that every movement of his cock rubbed and squeezed it producing sexual fireworks in me.
I would have guessed that Bubba was a pile driver, but he liked the sensations of a tight ass rubbing his rock hard cock. He took his time. His pals seemed to like the view of his huge tool opening my small hole. After about ten minutes, my hole stayed open when he pulled out.
Leroy was an up close and personal kind of guy. He was on his knees watching. He had a little pen light which he uses to see in my hole. Skeeter and Wellie liked the view too. Skeeter had never seen his cum quivering in an ass before. Bubba `s cock was drooling big time, and Wellie could get close enough to intercept the drool with is tongue.
Leroy licked Bubba's knob before Bubba re-entered me, whispering, "You're the best fuck I've ever had. Are you okay? I don't want to wear you out."
I didn't answer right away. His cock was working my prostate again and I couldn't remember how to talk. I eventually told him I was fine. Fifteen minutes later he pulled out and Leroy visited my ass. I was well stretched by then and his thick tool slid in easily.
Leroy was a pile driver. He used my prostate as a punching bag. It was almost too much for me, but he popped and bathed my prostate in buckets of warm cum. Wellie moved so I could suck him. My ass was in the air and my hole was gaping. Skeeter was next to me with sucking Leroy's cum covered cock, I was surprised when a tongue entered my ass. It was Bubba tongue massaging my over used hole and licking the cum drooling from my ass. The room was warm and dark. I fell asleep, exhausted.
I think the other men did the same. I woke around six with Wellie's cock in my ass. He told me my ass was warm. I got up, put a few more pieces of wood into the stove and the room warmed quickly. The snow had stopped, but the wind continued. Most of the men dressed and went out to shovel. I worked on breakfast with Leroy. He had a back problem and decided to rest.
The store had an erratic collection of foods, but it did include bread, eggs and coffee. The wood stove wasn't designed for cooking, but it did have a spot for a coffee pot. I had spent some time as a short order cook in my youth, I figured out a way to make something decent out of what we had available.
Leroy was in a talkative mood. "Was last night as hot for you as it was for us?" he asked.
"It was okay," I replied, then I added, "if I was being strictly truthful, I would admit it was the best sex I have had in years. Sex has been tame and uninspired for a while. It was great. Were you guys okay with it?"
"Wellie told me that he wasn't sure that what we had been doing deserved to be called sex. He enjoyed every moment," Leroy said. "I was afraid we might overuse you. Your hole looks so small and there was so much cock in it."
"I am fine. I've never done anything like that before, but it didn't seem strange or odd. I had the feeling I had wanted something like this all my life," I said.
"We were complete strangers," Leroy muttered.
"Everyone is a stranger at first," I said. The men returned, and my breakfast concoction was a success. They figured there was two feet of snow with six to eight feet high drifts. It would easily another day before the plows would be able to clear much. Wellie had a battery-operated radio and the news reports said hundreds of car ad trucks were abandoned on the interstate and they would have to be cleared before the major plowing could be done. We would be stuck there for another 24 to 48 hours.
"I usually watch the TV on snow days," Skeeter said. "There may be a pack of cards somewhere around here. I like poker."
"I had a good time doing what we did last night," Bubba said. "I'm pretty open minded. I was thinking we might be able to experiment a little and work on some new skills."
"It was good, but I'm afraid we might wear out Bill," Wellie said.
"When I said I was pretty open minded, I should have added that I'm pretty flexible too," Bubba said. "I've never taken more than one cock is a session, but Bill sure made it look attractive. I figure we can do a lot more with our cocks that we can do with a pack of cards."
"You guys know I am accommodating," Wellie said.
"I'm not much of a bottom," Leroy said. "I've made a lot of deposits in your backsides through the years. I realized last night that I need to open up some. Technically, I suspect I need to open up a lot. We've been pals for years and I figure there is more than enough room in my ass for your cocks and a load or two of your special sauce."
"We usually have sex one on one. We don't get together as a group often," Wellie said. "Bubba's the only one who hasn't done me. After watching Bill, I am reconsidering that!"
"You guys enjoyed my ass last night?" I asked.
"Shit yeah!" Leroy exclaimed. "You ass was nice and tender."
"Did you like using your pals' cum as lube? Did that add a little tingle?" I asked.
"It added a lot of tingle for me. I didn't expect that," Leroy said. "I really liked it."
I heard the loud noise of a snowmobile outside. I got louder until it stopped near the door. Bubba looked out.
"Damn, it's Roddy and Gill," he said. I started to put more clothes on. "Bill don't worry about dressing. Roddy and Gill are members of the club! You will like them," Bubba added.
"Not half as much as they will like you," Wellie chimed in. "They aren't that pretty, but they are fun!"
Roddy was a bulky mass of coats, a massive, black beard and two, blue eyes. There was a body somewhere under the clothes. Gill was in an all-white snow suit and had a brown beard. He was short and looked like a bearded kid.
"Are we late for the party?" Roddy bellowed.
"If you like sloppy seconds, you are on time," Leroy said. "We went at it last night pretty hot and heavy. We are ready for round two."
Roddy and Gill striped off a few layers, and I could get a sense of their bodies. Both were very hairy and muscular. Gill was a bit surprising since you wouldn't think a man as short as Gill could be so muscular. Roddy was huge. The beard hid most of his face, but his eyes were beautiful. He had a speech impediment and I suspected he had a hair lip. Gill had normal facial features, and grey eyes.
They were hungry, and they were impressed by my makeshift breakfast. They had news of the outside world since they still had electricity. It had been a major storm that blanketed most of the East Coast from South Carolina to Main. It went up the east side of the mountains and covered both the mountain areas and the coastal plain. This screwed up the mutual aid agreements since the entire area was snowbound. Roddy and Gill worked for the state highway department but had been on duty for 24 hours straight rescuing people from their cars. They were off until the next day as the state brought in heavy equipment from the Midwest.
After breakfast we chatted, and I felt that a sexual interlude was in the works. Bubba came to me and whispered, "Gill's balls are over filled, and he needs a place to unload. He's mostly a bottom, but that's because he has a big one that scares away most men. I was thinking that you don't scare easily." I nodded in reply.
"Roddy is close to Skeeter, but Wellie might warm you up some, if you're agreeable," he added. Wellie and Gill were naked and going at it. I wasn't sure I wanted to be the group's fuck toy, then I laughed at myself. my option to avoid being fuck toy had vanished the night before. It was way too late to be worried about that. I told Bubba I was good with the arrangement. Bubba waved at Wellie. He and Gill came over to me.
Gill had what I would describe as a non-standard issue body. He had a full-sized trunk and head, standard arms and short legs. They were not really short, just shorter than normal. He was obviously a body builder, so the muscle mass contributed to his odd proportions. His uncut cock was slightly erect and impressive as were his balls.
"I haven't shot off in a few days," Gill said in a deep bass voice. "Guys complain it's a real mess when I pop." Sophisticated man of the world that I am, I went for his cock. Gill didn't complain.
A minute later he was fully erect and his precum was freely flowing. Like many uncut men, his cockhead was sensitive and reacted to every lick. It's nice to be appreciated.
His tool was long and thick, but he had what my former partner called a natural cock ring. It tapered at the base. That was easy on the sphincter but filling. After a minute or two we separated
Wellie whispered, "I told Gill you have the ass of a two-bit whore, willing to take on anything that gets hard and shoots sperm." As he pushed his cock into my ass, he added, I'll lube you up nice."
After the night before I wondered if I wanted another cock. As Wellie slipped in, I realized my ass had been feeling empty. It was nice to have a friend in it again. After some gentle thrusts, Wellie pulled out and Gill moved in.
"Spread your legs some," he suggested. "It's better when you are open." I did as he asked, and Gill made a single thrust deep into me. I was hoping for a repeat of Bubba's fuck the night before. It wasn't at all like that, but it was totally involving. I felt as if my entire body was just an extension of Gill's cock. Maybe I was more like the hood ornament of an old-fashioned car.
"I got you, didn't I," Gill said. I nodded my head. "I need to fuck you until I seed you. You want that too, don't you?" he asked. I belonged to Gill. I wanted every drop of his ball seed. He made small movements of his cock that were almost mesmerizing. I didn't know how long he was in me, but he began to moan, and I felt him squirting.
I was disappointed and wanted more. Another, well lubricated cock entered me. It was big too.
"Damn, it nice in there. It's a warm, cozy place for a lonely cock," Roddy said. "Gill, you should bottle your sperm and sell it as lube." I hadn't looked at Roddy's equipment. It was big, about Bubba's cock size, but it wasn't as totally absorbing as Gill's tool. I guessed his shaft was thinner than Gill's was, but the cock head was larger. I had the sense that Roddy was plowing through Gill's load.
Eventually I suspected he was churning the sperm. "I take my time, if you get tired, I can pull out," Roddy said. "The inside of a guy's ass has never felt so good. I hope I'm not trespassing. My knob is tingling with excitement." He leaned over and whispered, "I'll cum in you if you want. I'm kind of embarrassed shooting off in front of all these guys. It's nice and private inside you." He tensed up and I felt volleys of man seed shoot into my ass. "Sorry about that. I got carried away," he said.
When Roddy pulled out, I rolled over and Bubba came over to me. "Are you worn out?" he asked as he straddled me and say on my cock. "Damn you cock feels good," he muttered as my cock slid into his ass. Leroy was watching as Bubba did a little Hula dance on my cock.
"I'm getting close," I said.
"Go ahead and lube the chute!" he replied. One of the things my partner Jimmy like about fucking was its secrecy and intimacy. Only he and I knew he was shooting off in my ass. We had a small office, and he sometimes fucked me between appointments. No one guessed that he had just fucked me, and the liquid evidence was hidden in my ass. Not so in this case. I moaned as I unloaded, and Bubba bounced.
"Ride'm Cowboy!" Roddy cried.
Gill went over to Bubba and asked him to bend over telling him that he loved fresh, made in the balls lube. Bubba was agreeable, and Gill's cock vanished in Bubba's hairy ass. Gill came close to winning the days endurance record. Bubba sort of purred.
Things calmed down after the morning's excitement. We all needed to recharge and refill our balls. Roddy got a call on his cell that someone was trapped in car nearby. He and Gill went off in their snowmobiles. They returned with a middle-aged man, Edward. He was an English teacher at the high school who had taken three students home who had missed the bus and then been trapped in the snow getting to his home. He was a dumpy, ordinary man. I assumed his arrival would end our festivities.
He was freezing and sat near the stove. He took off his wet coat and looked a bit less dumpy. Wellie was very attentive. Edward was the choir director in a local church and Wellie was a member of the choir. They talked quietly as most of us dozed off.
Leroy was next to me and we were talking about the blizzard. Wellie came over to us.
"Edward and I are old friends. He's a friend the way we are friends," Wellie said.
"So close, we overlap sometimes?" Leroy asked.
Wellie nodded. "He lived with his mom until she died until recently. He's a bit lost, but we are pals. He entertains on the back porch, if you get my drift. He's tight and welcoming, and I have a feeling he never reached his full potential. He's excited but uneasy. I was wondering if Bill might tell Edward we are okay?" We talked a little longer and I went over to Edward.
"I am stuck here like you," I said. "The men have been incredibly friendly. I would be trapped in a car otherwise."
"I can't believe I was so stupid to go out in the storm. Adele is a problem student, the queen of the whiners. She was going to a party last night, and I thought I was easier to take her home than listen to her. It was a dumb decision," he said. He paused, "The men here look a bit rough."
"They all seem to be affable," I said. Then I whispered, "When it comes to some of the more delicate personal connections, they are careful and affectionate. They are big men, but from my point of view, it turns out they are big everywhere."
"You're into big guys?" Edward asked.
"I wasn't until[BW1] I met them. It was mind blowing," I said.
Edward leaned toward me. "I took a big one in college. It was hot. I still remember it," he said. Gill and Skeeter were kicking off the festivities in a dark corner. Edward noticed. "Everyone gets naked? Do I have to get naked?" I nodded. "What's off limits?" he asked.
"I'm not sure about that. I do know that every mouth, cock and asshole is available." I replied. "It took me a solid two or three minutes to get used to being naked. It's like the gym showers, but you can both look and touch." Edward smiled and began taking off his underwear.
Edward was better looking naked than when dressed. de was in good shape for his age and sported a long uncut snake. Bubba walked by and saw Edward's cock. "Damn, you have a nice one," he said as he dropped to his knees and began sucking. Edward briefly looked shocked and then closed his eyes. Bubba deep throated him. Wellie later told me that was a new experience for him.
I was a little afraid that I had oversold the virtues of my new friends, the virtues of nudity and pleasure of group sex. Edward took to it like a duck to water. Looking back, I think Edward had almost fifty years of unmet sexual needs and desires. By the next morning he was a new man.