The Farmers Co-Op 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
Four months after the Co-Op opened in our new building I had a fall and sprained my right ankle. I was out of commission for most of a week until the swelling went down before they could put a brace on it. I stayed home and did nothing. I couldn't even drive since it was my gas pedal foot. I had a chance to think about the co-op and my pals there.
I had known most of the men from catch-as-catch-can blow jobs. The more recent sessions at the Co-Op gave me very different impressions of the men. A quick and nervous connection in my office wasn't the same as an hour or two in the shower and locker room. The office interludes were purely sexual. The locker room connections were more personal, social and much more sexual.
Eventually the men relaxed and let it all hang out. They discovered their own desires were not unique or that unusual. Sex changed from being a rare interlude into a part of their normal life. Intimacy increased as did the intensity of sexual release.
When you live on an isolated farm and spend much of your life alone, it's easy to get the wrong impressions about life. It is especially hard if you are a Baptist or Methodist and think anything related to the flesh is a sin. This is made more difficult if you have a conventional view of manliness. Strong, silent types were much admired. Hiding your emotions and ignoring pain were parts of the male persona.
There are times when these are good traits, but not during sex. Tommy Goodhue was a regular and a low key sexual manic. He loved sex and he craved it. For years a quick blow job followed by a polite thank you were the highlights of his sexual life. He was never naked and most of the time his cock was deep in my throat.
Once he discovered the locker room at the Co-Op he realized the potential of having a room filled with nude, erect men. When he was in the group, Tommy had tried to pretend he was disinterested, but his erection told another tale. He found out he liked the company and the excitement of shared sex. Sherriff Southard liked to take several loads and Tommy liked to add to the brew. Shoving his cock into an ass filled with his pals' semen flipped Tommy's sex switch to overdrive. Tommy could no longer pretend he just dabbled in man sex when better options weren't available. That was downright silly.
One evening Tommy had Southern bent into a pretzel with his legs on his shoulders and Tommy's cock was deep in the cream filled hole. Tommy had his legs spread wide and his hole on display. Trooper Willis saw Tommy's hole as an opportunity. Willis rear ended him and much to my surprise, all was well.
I am no expert, but it looked like an easy entry to me. I had a feeling that Tommy might have been entertaining on back porch before. Tommy spread his legs a little wider. Southard, Tommy and Willis' cocks were in close communion. Both Tommy and Southard were gasping for breath as their prostates served as punching bags. A minute or two later there was a complete exchange of sperm between the three men.
Tommy bellowed as he released his man seed. He usually tried to play it cool or to pretend he wasn't into it. He pulled out of Southard and he was still spurting. Willis had just begun unloading and Tommy was twitching his ass to give the Trooper some encouragement. Willis didn't need any encouragement, but the gesture was nice.
I knew I liked man sex, but some in the group were uneasy. It's hard to give up the attitudes of a life time and be truthful about yourself and your sexual preferences. Tommy discovered that giving up on your old attitudes had a beneficial result. It wasn't that he was at peace with himself. That was good, but the sex was better when you didn't hold back. The orgasms seem stronger and more intense.
Milton White was the man who realized this first. Milton was an odd case. He loved his wife and he loved sex with women. He wouldn't cheat on his wife with another woman, but he loved sex and he didn't mind messing around with men. They didn't get pregnant and weren't interested in marriage.
"You know Steve," he said to me. "I don't get romantically attached to men. I don't love them the way I love my wife. I have discovered that if I pretend to love them for a half hour or hour, it can be fucking good! I seem to get harder and I love it when I can fuck them to the moon and back. Henry gets into it big time."
"Well, you can do anything you want to Henry. He craves attention," I said.
"I can't do that," Milton said. "I know Henry would do anything I asked him too, whether he liked it or not. It's no fun for me unless he loves it too. I like to figure out what floats a guy's boat. Henry only likes to be fucked when I do him from the rear and pinch his tits. Elbert likes it when I bend his legs almost double. If I play with his ear lobes his ass opens wide. If I let him unwind and then sit on his tool, he squirts as soon as his knob is on the dark side of my sphincter. He shoots a huge load and it lubricates my ass good."
"You've made a study of everyone here?" I asked.
"Not yet," Milton said. "But I am working on it. Incidentally, you are on my list."
"I'm an open book," I said.
"I know you are the sparkplug behind this group, but I've never seen you lose it and go at it like a dog in heat," he said.
"You are a voyeur?"
"I think sex is best when you share it," Milton replied. "It odd. I could never do a threesome with my wife. We are too close for that and our relationship is too intimate. With guys it seems that the more the merrier. I love watching a guy getting hot and bothered and then getting off. I love helping him along. Squirting cocks are so messy and unpredictable. Sometimes they spurt a little, drool or maybe they will hit the ceiling."
"I use to pick up shop and go home after the main fireworks," he continued. "I discovered Henry's cock remains sensitive after the orgasm. I can keep him twitching and shivering long after the main event. Sometimes I get a full scale ejaculation. That is really nice."
After several months of somewhat regular play, most of the men knew who liked what. Fred, our visiting truck driver liked it in the ass and he let everyone know it. He was so masculine and enthusiastic several other men admitted to having the taste for anal sex and some gave it a try. They thought they were missing something.
Southard brought a pal with him who became a regular. Glen was a fifty-year-old nurse. He was blond, brawny, well-hung and moderately hairy. He had been a corpsman in the Marines and had a crew cut. He was like Fred in that he was a man's man and loved man sex. Glen had detailed knowledge of the male genital anatomy, with a special interest in the prostate. He liked to massage it, sometimes with his cock, but usually with a finger or two. He had developed what he called his Prostate Magic Tricks, or prostate mind control.
It was in mid-August when Glen, Tommy, Raleigh, Trooper Willis and the Jones twins stayed late. Glen was always up for some fun and he had a broad vision of sexual possibilities. When they passed out sexual hang ups at birth, he didn't get any. If it felt good, he did it. If it might feel good, he'd try it. He would talk about sex the way the farmers talked about spring planting, it was just a part of life.
Willis and the Jones twins were at the other end of the sexual spectrum. They didn't like showing all their cards. They attended the afterhour's events regularly but they were restrained and bit uneasy. I had the impression they were afraid that someone might think they were gay when they were in a group of fucking and sucking men.
Glen wasn't exactly a handsome man; he was a man's man. He seemed to have an extra dose of most male characteristics. He wasn't aggressive, but he was forceful. When he said, "Let's try this," more often than not you would go along with him. He was likable, friendly and cheerful. Willis and the Jones twins didn't know him well. Raleigh and Tommy knew him better.
Glen had another unusual chacteristics. Some oversexed men are deep into self-gratification. That doesn't bother most men since we all share a tendency that way. After all the orgasm is the primary objective. Glenn got off on giving his playmates' pleasure. He wanted to know what turned them on and he enjoyed watching them lose it and shoot off.
He wasn't a voyeur, since he had his share of orgasms. I think he may have had the shortest recharge time of any man I knew. Four of five orgasms in an hour or two were normal for him. Glen did enjoy cum hounds and he seemed to find them. I noticed that several men who weren't into man seed were willing to take his home brew, straight from the spigot.
When I said he like to help men to enjoy themselves, I under stated the case. He like it when you lost all you inhibitions and turned into a quivering and moaning sexually charged body. He joked about men who wanted to have sex without mussing their hair. He like sweaty, quivering moaning, cock drooling, ass opening sex, with no holds barred and no holding back.
I admit Glen turned me on, but I was also uneasy with him. I am reserved and it seemed unseemly to let it all hang out.
It had been a difficult day at the Co-Op. One of the delivery trucks had a flat tire. The truck was fully loaded and needed to empty before the tire could be fixed. We had several difficult customers and the air-conditioning went on the blink. By the time we closed I was bushed. I wanted to go home and go to bed.
No one was hanging around at 4:30 and I assumed there would be no activity after hours. The Jones boys showed up at five and as my last employee left at 5:30. By then, I had a full crew of men wanting some fun.
Glen was talking to the Jones boys. Don and Dave Jones liked to be sucked and fuck. They would suck when inspired. They had the most limited repertoire of the men at the Co-Op. They were handsome, very identical and pleasant. They were close to being pretty and had no problem playing with the older men.
Their folks were killed in a car accident when they were 13 and they were raised by a reprobate uncle. Uncle Earl was not good for much, but he had loved his sister, their mother. He did as well with them as he could. Many years earlier, Uncle Earl had been the first man to give me a blow job at the rest stop on the interstate. He had no teeth and he sucked up every drop. It was good and neat too. It was dark and I was shocked to find out it was Earl.
As far as I could tell Earl never touched his nephews sexually and when I told them about the blow job, they were shocked. They had no idea he was into that sort of stuff. Don told me they were born gay, not trained.
People lie about that sort of stuff, but I am pretty sure it was true. Old Earl got around and when I compared notes with his other playmates, we realized the twins shared no common sexual techniques or tastes with Earl. He swallowed cock hole; they nibbled on the knob. He bottomed, they topped.
Anyway Glen was trying to talk them into a prostate exam. I guess they knew they had prostates, but the little glands were untouched in their pretty asses. Raleigh and Trooper Willis joined in the conversation.
Glen, Raleigh, Willis and the twins were the best looking men in the Co-Op. They were all impressive men. None of them were hung up on their looks, but as I watched them talk, I could tell they were excited. Hamburger has the same nutritional value as sirloin steaks, but once and a while it is nice to have a steak dinner. All of them were well-built, well-hung and sexually generous.
Glen talked Raleigh into a having a prostate massage. Finger fucking and a prostate massage are the same thing, but the massage sounded better. In Glen's defense it more of massage than a fuck. Glen had told me that the prostate was the forgotten sex organ and it needed to be treated gently. Working your fingers into an ass is not the stuff of love poetry, but Glenn was master of the anal arts.
Glen talked as he worked his finger in to Raleigh's ass. He talked continuously, and invited us into the conversation. He took his time, and talked about how pretty and tight a man ass could be. "It's nice when it both open and firm," he said.
"Usually it's tight and firm for me when I fuck," Willis said. "I never get the ass open."
"You need to take your time, work it in slow," Glen said. "Do you ease it in or do it battering ram style?"
"Battering ram all the way!" Willis replied.
"I can vouch for that!" I said. Everyone laughed.
"And how was the ass?" Don asked. "It was tight, firm and eventually sperm filled."
"Do all asses feel the same way?" Glen asked. By now he had two fingers in Raleigh's ass. It was effortless and Raleigh looked happy. "Willis is nice and hard now. Would you prefer his cock to my fingers?"
"Willis has been in me a few times, I'll stick with you," Raleigh said. Glen pushed in a little deeper.
"There it is, the magic button," Glen said. Raleigh's eyes crossed and he moaned.
"This is where I need to be careful. It's very delicate. If you treat it right, it has its rewards," Glen said. "It can be lovely if we can keep it going. He's on the edge and he can shoot at any minute." He moved his hand a little, but since his fingers were deep in Raleigh's ass I couldn't tell what he was doing.
"The question is, "How much pleasure can a man feel? Can there be too much pleasure?"
"My question is can the finger be as effective as a cock?" I asked.
"It seem to me that is question that requires extensive experimentation," Glen said with a smile. "From my own experience my cock has been welcome after the massage."
"I need a rest," Raleigh said. Glenn pulled his fingers out. Willis coated his cock with lube and slipped it into Raleigh. He moaned as the cock went deep.
Glen went to the twins. "Do you want to give it a try?" he asked. Raleigh and Willis were both moaning now. Everyone was turned on. Sex was in the air and there was no way to escape it. No one wanted to escape it.
"Let's take the jump,' Don said. We were all involved. Raleigh and Willis were going at it big time. Willis has slowed his normal battering ram style to a nice pumping action. I could tell that his cock and Raleigh's ass were becoming increasingly sensitive as he pumped. It was clear that even very small motions had a big payoff.
Don seemed to have volunteered Dave to receive Glenn's attention. Don was the bolder of the twins, but he was also the Alpha male. Dave didn't ever object or complain. Glen was massaging Dave's hole. Don was keeping a hawk eye on his bother, and wanted to make sure he was okay.
Glenn explained what he was doing, combining medical terminology and sexual slang. I was with them. I was hard as a rock, as was Don. Dave was half hard. He was a little uneasy. No one had ever played with his hole before, but he was excited. Glen had been semi-erect when he played with Raleigh; he was fully erect now. The twins were beautiful men. I assumed he wanted to be the first to visit Dave's rectum.
Glen slowly worked his finger deeper. Don suddenly moaned and his cock twitched. "I can tell your prostate is in working order," Glen remarked. "Does it feel good?"
"Fucking yes!" Dave moaned.
"I'm going to leave my finger where it is. You just wiggle that pretty ass of yours and let's see what happens," Glen said. "Let's see what feels good."
"Be careful, Davy," Don said.
"This is really good Don," Dave said, "and I mean real good!" He was rotating and wiggling his ass. I could tell when he found a good spot.
"Let me see if there is room for another finger," Glen said. "You are tight, but I think you are opening up some." Everything was done in slow motion, there were no surprises and Dave relaxed. He trusted Glen and was willing to go along with whatever he did.
"I'm going to give your prostate a little workout. I have a finger on each side and I'm going massage it," Glen said.
"Can I do it? "Don asked. Glenn looked at Don and his hands.
"Your fingernails are too long," Glenn said. "In a little while he'll be ready for your cock, if you want to give it a try."
"I don't know if I want to be the first," Don said. "Do you want to give him a poke?"
"I'd love to fuck him," Glen said. "Are you okay with that Dave?"
"Sure," he said
"Could you shove it in, but not breed him?" Don asked.
"It's hard to hold back," Glen said. "You know how that is."
"I wouldn't mind, Don," Dave said. "It would be nice."
"Have you ever been in a cream filled ass Don?" Glen asked. "I shoot a big load; it will be smooth as silk when I'm done. Sperm acts like little ball bearings." Don smiled.
"Are you ready, Davy?" Glen asked. Dave nodded. Glen positioned his cock head at the hole and pushed gently.
"I'm just going to knock on the door a few times. You can let me in or keep me out. It's up to you," Glen explained. "I won't be mad or disappointed if you change your mind. It's your ass, I'm just visitor."
"You want to fuck me, don't you?"
"I sure do, but it's up to you." Glen must have pushed a little harder, the knob vanished in Dave's ass.
"Are you okay Davy?" Don asked. Davy answered.
"It's fine, but not as good as the fingers were."
Glen smiled. "Let me see what I can do about that," he said as he pushed deeper. It was obvious that Glen knew exactly were Dave's prostate was hiding. Dave lit up like a Christmas tree when Glen's boated knob rubbed the little sex gland.
Don was staring intently at Glen's cock as it slipped into his brother's ass. Dave was moaning and rotating his ass to get the organ into the right place. "Pull it out and push it in again," he said.
"Dave has a hole that makes friends fast," Glen said. "Watch the way his hole twitches when I touch it. That's an invitation." His cock was out. Glen touched it to the hole and the pushed his entire cock into Dave. Dave sighed in satisfaction.
"Let me try it," Don said. Glen pulled out and quickly coated Don's cock with lube. Don stepped up to the plate and shoved his cock into Dave.
"Oh, shit!" he cried, "I'm shooting."
"That's what we are here for," Glen said. "Fill him up. Dave, milk him! Squeeze that ass and milk every drop of your brother's cum!"
When Don pulled out, Glen re-entered. Glen had a thick cock and Don's semen oozed out of the hole as Glen went deep. Glen was like a great musician playing his favorite instrument. Dave was floating somewhere in sex heaven. I looked at Glen and realized he was right there with Dave. When Glen shot off, Dave began to spurt too.
I assumed the night activities were at an end, but that wasn't the case. Things were too good for anyone to go home.