St. Thomas' Cathedral for the Prosperous and Wealthy. 4 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 winarch47@yahoo.com
A week later Roosevelt called and asked if I would like to visit again. He had a friend he would like me to meet. "Darwin is an old sex buddy. He is a big boy too. I told him I had met a guy who was a perfect fit. H had never encountered a man who could take his tool enthusiastically as I had. Darwin says he always enjoys it more than his bottom," he said. "I know it is tacky to ask you, but he's an old pal."
"Well Roosevelt, I hate to tell you this, but I am the right man for the job," I said. "I am interested."
"Did I insult you asking you to join us?" he asked.
"You weren't even close to insulting me," I said. "You may have noticed I tend to be openminded sexually?" We both laughed.
A week later I was at Roosevelt's house. He was waiting for me with Darwin, a distinguished fifty-or fifty-five-year-old Black man. He was about six feet tall and solid, but not fat. He had a well-groomed white beard. Darwin was an upper-level science teacher at the high school. We talked briefly. Roosevelt said he was expecting a call, and told us to go the bedroom, shower and get acquainted.
I assumed he just wanted us to get started. That was not a problem. White, curly hair covered Darwin's chest and he looked like a Black Santa. His oversized cock was almost too much. I thought we would wait for Roosevelt to join us, but it is difficult for two men with erect cocks to tell their cocks to postpone the obvious. We sucked for a while and then got down to business.
Darwin's cock was slightly smaller than Roosevelt's and larger than Tony's tool. He had a large knob, and a straight shaft. He was careful, but he got it all in me. It was good for me and great for Darwin. He had a spectacular orgasm that almost tickled my lungs. He shot off deep in me. He tried to pull away as he ejaculated, but I held him close.
He had pulled out by the time Roosevelt came in the bedroom. My ass was open and drops of Darwin's sperm dribbled out.
"Was it what you hoped for?" Roosevelt asked Darwin.
"I didn't think it would be that good." Darwin replied.
"Douglas's ass is one of the Seven Wonders of the Gay World," Roosevelt said. "Did you hear the brass band playing when you went deep?"
"I tried to pull out when I started shooting off. He wouldn't let me," he said, "It was beautiful. I thought it would be good in the way naughty things are good. It was pure joy."
"I sure felt the joy," I said.
"Are you worn out?" Roosevelt asked as he coated his cock in lubricant. I smiled and spread my ass.
"We were all brought up to think our cocks were dirty things. The only time they were not dirty was when you fucked your wife and got her pregnant. It was a shock when we all discovered our cocks could be pleasurable," he said as he slid his cock into my sperm lubricated ass. When he shot off, he pulled out and Darwin refilled me. He has a short recovery time, and he refreshed the sperm stew in my ass. It was a beautiful night and the first time I had been triple fucked. Later Roosevelt told me Darwin had never unloaded in an ass before. He loved it.
Roosevelt and Darwin introduced me to other horse hung pals. Leander was a schoolteacher who was terrified[BW1] of discovery. He hadn't topped in years. He was a calm, relaxed, nice man who taught special needs children. He liked daddies. His grandmother raised him with random guest appearances by his mother. My ass was a dream come true for his cock.
Another friend was Coach Wally. He had a knack of turning troubled boys into men. He was the classic high school coach, hard but fair. His teams did well, but his real skill was turning the team members into good human beings. He knew that his sexual taste could ruin him and undo his work for his team members.
Wally wanted sex unadorned with racial overtones. For some white men getting fucked by a Black guy was the ultimate way to get back at their fathers or was degrading for men who were turned on by that. He wanted plain old sex without the racial baggage. Roosevelt told him I was the man for the job.
I got together with Wally at his fishing cabin. Roosevelt, Darwin, and Leander joined us. I expected to be the official bottom for the group. We had the most calm, polite, and pleasurable orgy imaginable. It included continuous genital stimulation, tasteful gang fucking, and a near total exchange of sexual fluids. It is hard to explain the sense of relaxation and calm that included high intensity fucking, and spectacular orgasms. Wally told my wide-open ass was surprisingly tight. "You could tell when I was getting close and then welcomed my man seed," he said.
We didn't get together often but when anyone of us had a need, we were all ready to help. We became friends.
Malcomb's rehab had up and downs. He always knew better. For him experts were always phonies. He was born brilliant and a genius. His life task was to get other people to recognize it. He gave the ultimate proof of brilliance when he got out of bed at three in the morning and went downstairs in the dark. He fell and broke his neck. He spilled a glass of Scotch as he fell. The glass didn't break. He saved the glass but broke his neck. It was expensive Scotch. We had a private funeral for him.
All his money went to his aunt, Sandra Millicent. She gave it to worthy charities. The cathedral was one of the recipients. We had a visiting a nurse for twice a month for a clinic open to the public. For some going to a church was better than going into a health department, or a charity clinic. The bishop decided to put Malcomb's bequest into the clinic. We added Milly and Roosevelt to the staff. We opened the clinic for three days a week.
We also had many doctors and nurses in the congregation, and they made themselves available as needed. The clientele was mixed. We had street people, plain old poor people and suburban kids who had problems with drugs or sex. Often it was drugs and sex. We had counsellors for them in addition to shots and pills. The bishop agreed with Sandra that there could be no religious requirements. Providing the service was pure charity, without expectation of reward. The clinic was good for the congregation since a provided an outlet for the member's charitable activities.
Our music program became well known and popular. Gifted amateurs filled our choirs. The church services were beautiful and inspiring. Some people thought they were too good, and people attended to hear the music. The bishop said half the battle was getting people in the door. There was always a chance that lightening would strike and some fragment of the gospels would take root.
The local television station asked if they could broadcast our Easter musical event. We did part of a major cantata and other Easter music on the evening of Palm Sunday. Of course, it was open to the entire community. We had been in the news due to our work helping tornado victims.
There was no offering, but we did have a place to leave donations for relief efforts. The plan was to begin with the nativity section of the Messiah, and end with the Resurrection portion. In the middle would be hymns, spirituals and inspirational works.
Elizabeth was leading the Messiah sections with the full choir. I was working with the middle sections. This included the Sextet, the Youth choir and the Children's choir. We combined the Children's Choir with the Sextet. The Children's' choir was amplified. The Sextet sang from the balcony, unamplified. They both sang Palm 100, Make a joyful noise unto the Lord.
It was complicated, the theme was that young and older people made a joyful noise. This required a lot of work and rehearsal. Our rehearsals did not end with a sex party. The Sextet gave up sex for Lent. The children's choir directors, Jane, and John Miller were good and knew the children's voices well.
I wanted it to be good too. Several of the children were loose cannons, and something might happen. Jane and John were brother and sisters. John was relaxed and I suspected would have liked to be a hippy if hippies existed anymore. Jane was a music teacher in an elementary school. She had "silly time" when the children could fool around. Serious times followed the silly time. The children obeyed Jane. The children seemed to understand that.
The result was dazzling, amusing, endearing, and sounded great. The television people did a superb job, switching from group to group. Their camera man-director, Toby Thomas, known either as TT, or T Two, was good. The sound people were superb. They had two people operating the mixers for the microphones for each group. TT wanted to get an award for special event programing.
The popular response was overwhelming. People want rebroadcasts, recordings, and CD's. A portion of the audience was older and committed to older media. We put it on our web site. The television submitted it for an award.
Visitors filled the donation box, and the assistant Rector had to pull out a chest to take the gifts. The major gifts came in by mail for weeks after the performance.
I do not possess Gaydar, and I would have a hard time recognizing Devine as being gay. Several of the Sextet could identify a gay man from a block way. Tony realized Toby was gay and he was into older, beefy men. Jerry sensed John Miller had a needy air to him. Jerry guessed a cock could meet that need. That was not unexpected. For Jerry a cock was the Swiss army knife for solving mankind's problems.
Jerry connected with John during a chance men's room meeting. "That boy wants to play with rough trade. "He thinks I'm rough trade. I need to give him some training to make sure he doesn't get involved in real rough trade," he explained. "He thinks a Fu Manchu is the indicator."
"You're going to educate him?"
"Maybe, along with other things," Jerry said with a sly smile.
Tony and Toby were swimmers who went to the same health club. Tony went first thing in the morning, Toby went after work. One day, Tony had an early morning meeting and didn't go to the pool. He went swimming after dinner. Toby was in the pool, and they showered at the same time. Tony is physically an impressive man. Naked in a steamy shower he is much more than just impressive. Toby was an average, slightly chubby man. He was well hung but was not born to impress. When they showered Toby was clearly interested. Tony likes to be admired. Toby noticed that Tony's cock responded to admiration.
After Easter we had a week of rest at the church. There were no rehearsals. Tony called me as asked I would like to come to a get together at his house on Thursday evening. "We could use a quiet get together. I thought it might be nice to bring a friend who might enjoy the companionship," he explained.
"Is that a nice way to say you have a date?" I asked. Tony smiled. "I said I would come, perhaps I have a pal who would be interested. I asked Coach Wally. Roosevelt said he would bring Darwin. Jerry came with John. Bill, Charles, and Washington would be there without guests.
When I arrived at Tony's house, most of the men were already there, and the men were nude or getting nude. I was with Toby who looked a bit shocked, but he was also hard, so I guessed he was only so shocked.
I like to think I am a good judge of character. I was surprised to see that John was naked, hard, and making friends already. Toby, who was an outgoing man, was shy and almost timid. Coach Wally was already one of the guys.
A half hour later everyone was getting along well. I suspected that encountering new cocks encouraged making friends. John was young, but he had many friends at college. A room full of older men with large cocks excited him. He was with Coach Wally discussing local sports.
Toby was excited but uneasy. Darwin went to him. "You have a nice one," Darwin said. "I hope it's not just decorative?" Darwin asked.
"Yours is a beauty." Toby replied, "I've never been with a Black guy. I'm a bit nervous."
Darwin smiled and said, "An old friend of mine told me that all sperm is white." Toby dropped to his knees, he pulled back Darwin's foreskin, and licked his cock head. He discovered the first trace of precum oozing from the slit. He then tried to deep throat the entire cock. All was well.
I joined them a little later. I was on my back with Darwin's cock in my ass and Toby's cock in my mouth. That gave Toby a chance to watch an expert top at work. A little later Darwin's cock was in Toby. Darwin took his time, and Toby was a happy man. "I'm going to shoot," Darwin whispered. "Do you want me to pull out?"
"Fill me up, I want it!" Toby said. I could tell when Darwin shot the first volley. That started Toby's orgasm. I leaned over to take his load. A few seconds later I was shooting, and Toby was taking my load. That was a first for all of us. when we broke apart, Darwin leaned over licked the post orgasmic drool from my cock.
It was so spectacular that I assumed we were finished for the night. Once he got into it, Toby was a sexual energizer bunny. He was ready to go again in ten minutes.
Tony was slow fucking John as John sucked on Coach Wally's cock. I suspected John had experience with guys his age. He clearly liked Daddy types, and he liked horse-hung Daddies even more. He was like a man dying in a desert who finds water. He didn't just find water, it flowed from oversized cocks. At the end of the night, I suspected that we were the first to truly satisfy him.
It turned out that the Sextet was an equal opportunity sucker and fucker, and our new guests were the same. Ten naked gay men can explore multiple opportunities for pleasure. No one was shy or held back.
For the next half hour, I worked with Toby's and his impressive. I sat on it, took it doggy style and on my back with legs spread eagled. His shyness vanished and his personality returned when I was on his back. Darwin was complimenting him on his technique. Darwin fed me his cock and then leaned over to suck me, and watch Toby's cock work my ass. he gave Toby helpful hints on ways to vary his fucking technique without pulling the trigger and flooding my ass with sperm.
Toby had some sexual experience, but he was used to quickies. Darwin knew that the pleasure increased if you could fuck to a high plateau and teeter on the cusp of an orgasm. it felt like an explosion when Toby popped. Darwin was close enough to count seventeen major ejaculations. Toby's balls drained.
I was filled. Much to my surprise John came over and enthusiastically took Toby's cum as it drooled from my ass.
"Is this too much?" he asked when he came up for air.
"It seemed to be just about right to me," I replied.
Seconds later he slid his cock into my sperm lubricated ass, moaning, "Oh Wow, I thought it would be good."
It was good for me too. "Is it my ass or Toby's cream that feels good?" I asked.
"It's the whole package. I tried to this with some guys at college. They weren't interested. Are you okay?" he asked.
"I was smooth as silk. You have a nice one," I said.
"Was Toby good? he not male model material," he said.
"He's a good guy and when his cock is in you, you forget to think about what he looks like," I said. I was irritated at his comments.
"I had a roommate at college who thought I liked to slum. He thought I had low standards," John said. "Looking back, I hadn't noticed he was full of shit. He was a classic millionaires' son. He preferred to buy his friends."
"You continued to slum?" I asked.
"I hooked up with Ernest, a library assistant. He was fifty years old and had been around. I thought I knew everything there as to know about gay sex. With Ernest I discovered I had just finished reading the introduction and was on page two of the introductory chapter. He could suck my cock while using two fingers to work my prostate. When I was just short of an orgasm, he would shove his cock into me so he could give my ass a sperm bath. I didn't know I had a prostate," John explained. "Ernest was a dirty old man?" I asked.
"I thought he was a prophet. He showed me the way to a happier way. He was a nice, pleasant older guy," John replied. "There were no schemes, mind games or tricks. He was a teacher; a guide." He tensed up a second before he shot off. I moaned as I felt his sperm filling my ass.