Farmers Co-Op 3 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
Most of the men who come to our after-hours event would play for a while, shoot off and then go home to dinner. This night we were on a roll. Glen moved on to Don's very small, pretty and unused hole. Don's ass had been out of bounds, but his experience with his bother must have changed his mind.
As the evening ended we were all in the locker room, relaxed and at ease. By then everyone had shot off one or two times so the urge to climax was past. Glenn was on his back with his legs on Charlie Goode's shoulder. Charlie was one of the older farmers and he was gently massaging Glenn's hole with his erect cock.
Henry was on his knees, licking anything that dripped. He seemed to have a taste for post orgasmic drool. Tommy had announced that he would be happy to clean up any sticky stuff that drooled from an ass. He had several takers. Tommy got hard again when he rimmed Don and Dave.
I remembered the illustrations of Roman orgies I had seen in a book of Victorian paintings. I wonder if they ended with a relaxed group of me with drooling cocks and smiles on their faces.
A few days later, one of my old pals, the Methodist Choir Director came by the Co-Op. Reginald wasn't my type. He was a nice guy, but he was a bit delicate for my tastes. "Steve," he said. "I have a friend who would like to meet you. We have been amusing ourselves for years. He would like some more intense experiences."
I knew what Reginald's friend was after. Sex was good with Reginald, but it was a bit like a ladies' tea party. He treated my cock as if it were fine bone china. He gently licked for a long while and eventually I always shot off. That was the good part. He always had a towels and napkins ready to make sure that no semen touched his oriental carpets.
The second my tongue touched his privates he shot off. He didn't have a short fuse, he had no fuse at all. It was instantaneous. We met every month or two. I had mentioned our after hours events at the Co-Op, but that wasn't his scene.
"What is your friend like?" I asked.
"He's an organ builder and he tunes the church organ," Reginald said. "I think he is what you would call a geek. He's really shy until you get to know him. He is a bit obsessed with organs."
"Does that include the male organ?"
"He likes to play the pipes," he replied. "He wants to play more than one."
"The after hour events at the Co-Op aren't for the faint hearted," I said.
"The whole idea of them scares me," Reginald admitted. "When I told Rory about them, he was excited."
"Let me know the next time he is in town. We can talk." I expected that would be the end of it. Many men are excited at the prospect of a trip to the wild side, but lose their nerve when it gets down to stripping naked in front of a group of men they don't know. If Rory was Reginald's type, he wouldn't like the Co-Op.
A month later Reginald visited the Co-Op with his friend. I would have assumed Rory was a carpenter, not a musician. He was a stocky, fire plug of a man. I thought he was short at first, but that was because he had a broad, barrel chest and short legs. He did not talk much. We went to my office and talked. Reginald was always borderline prissy.
"I mentioned Rory might like to get together with you several weeks ago," he said. "I was wondering if you had an event planned. He will be in town for the week."
"We will have something tonight," I said. "But these events can be pretty intense. Most of the men know each other well and get into play big time. It could be shocking to the newcomer."
"That sounds good to me," Rory said in a deep bass voice.
"Have you been to an orgy before?"
"No, but I am ready," he said. Rory wasn't much of a conversationalist. I told him to come by at 5:00. They left. I wasn't sure about him. That night he came to the Co-Op on time and we went to the locker room after closing up.
I was uneasy about Rory, but I was wrong about that. Rory was a volcano of repressed sexual needs and he was ready to erupt. We went to the locker room. He stripped and when he saw another naked man he sucked him. He wasn't a sophisticated sucker but he made up for that for that with great enthusiasm.
It turns out that if you want to make friends quickly, sucking is a good way to do it. Rory also seemed to lose his shyness as soon as he made genital contact. Rory was not a good looking man. He was built like a gorilla and was almost as hairy. His bearded face was a bit asymmetrical. That was not a problem for the men at the Co-Op.
Rory wasn't much of a talker either. He was all action without chat. That was fine for the bachelor farmers. They thought talking was a waste of time that could be better spent sucking cock. Romance wasn't their strong suit. Rory had another asset. While he was not attractive, he was also ultra-masculine and that was true of his genitals too. For a beefy man, he was well endowed. Especially if you like cubage, his cock was massive, thick and meaty. He was very uncut.
He was also messy. When he was excited his ball juices began to flow. He filled the spaces between his cock head and the foreskin. After a few minutes precum began to drip from the puckered tip of his foreskin onto the floor of the locker room and the showers. When I first noticed that, I thought it was a problem. An hour later I thought it was attractive.
All of these characteristics were attractive for the Co-Op crowd. They like their men macho and an oozing cock was an indication of interest. I think Rory was new to the scene, but he was willing to do anything that was interpreted as sex. He was open minded.
He liked man seed straight from the spigot. Apparently Rory had only sampled Roderick's special sauce. He wanted more. Tommy was the first to serve up his balls juices. Not only did Rory take it, he enjoyed and appreciated it. Tommy wasn't use to pleasing men. When he finished with Tommy he moved on to Don and David. An hour later the bachelor farmers of the Co-Op and Rory formed a mutual admiration society.
At the end of the night Rory was a friend of all. I think he had sucked them all and a taken a bucket full of farmer's ball cream. Several had sampled his cock and Tommy actually had taken his load. That was unusual. Tommy was much more willing to give sperm that take it. The party was a success.
Rory only came through town rarely; only the Methodists and Presbyterians had an organ worth tuning. That was a yearly visit at the most. I was surprised when Rory gave me a call a week later. I told Rory there was going to be a get together on Saturday a week. He told me he could make it. "I saw two guys fucking in the showers," he said. "Do you think I could get in on that?"
"I don't think that would be a problem," I replied. "Do you want to top?"
"I want to do it all," he replied. There was a pause. "Is it okay to shoot off when you are in the ass?"
"It depends on the man," I said. I realized Rory was really interested in being fucked. "Some men prefer it if you pull out."
"I'd like someone to shoot in me, maybe Raleigh or the guy named Willis," he said.
I laughed. "Well, those guys aren't known for being standoffish. Let me be frank, once you open the door to anal, you can't sure who comes through," I explained. "It's different in one-on-one play. We sometimes have ten or twelve men. You might feel a bit used afterwards."
Rory was quiet for a little while.
"It may sound strange, but I've been underused for a long time," Rory said. "I've done nothing but concentrate on work and be irritable and nasty. When I got back to work after my first visit with you, I felt happy and satisfied. That was a strange feeling for me."
"Cock sucking has that effect on me too sometime," I said.
"I loved it. I thought I would love it, but I had been too afraid to try it," Rory said. "I figured if Reginald liked you, it couldn't be that scary. I wasn't sure I could get naked with strange men. I thought they would make fun of me."
"Why?" I asked.
"I'm funny looking," he replied.
"Aren't we all," I said. "There are no men who model for men's fashion magazines here."
"I thought there were some really good looking men there," he said. "That includes you."
I talked to Raleigh and Willis a few days later. Of course, they were willing to help Rory; eager would be a better word.
"You know, I doubt the men would mind us giving him some lessons," Raleigh said. "I think there are quite a few who wouldn't mind some lessons themselves. Everyone sucks and gets sucked. There are some who hold back from taking it in the ass. I think Rory might be good for them. You don't make men any more manly than Rory. If he takes it, there may be some others who would give it a spin."
Raleigh and Willis were the best looking men in the group. They could play with anyone they wanted. Even if they weren't into it, I doubted many would say no to having some State trooper sperm in their ass. Both men wanted their playmates to be into it. They didn't want to impose their will.
We had good attendance at the next event. It was late on a Saturday afternoon. Most of the married guys had family things to do, but the bachelors were free on Saturday and almost all of them wanted to play.
Rory came early and was there when most of the men arrived. This may seem strange, but the word was out that he wanted to be fucked and that seems to have brought out the charitable instincts in the men. They gave him helpful hints on taking a cock in the ass. Willis and Raleigh shared him and all was well.
There was one surprise visitor to the event. Raleigh brought an old friend from college with him. Julian was a tall, thin man who was impeccably dressed. He was wearing preppy, country club clothes and every hair seemed to be in place. He looked out of place in the cluster of burly farmers.
Julian was a professor of biology at the state university. I later found out he wasn't a professor, he was The Professor, distinguished and nationally known for his work on gene and genetic therapy. He wasn't standoffish, but he certainly wasn't one of the boys. Once he entered the shower room, any sense of unease vanished. He was a bit reserved, but his cock made friends quickly.
Sexually excited men can be superficial. Men with erections aren't interested in good conversation. Julian was blessed with enough cock for two men. It was a good ten inches, but I think the girth was more impressive than the length. If you measured cock in cubic inches of rock hard flesh, Julian was a wonder.
Raleigh told me that Julian was an obsessive researcher and didn't get out much. His work was cutting edge and there were members of the state legislature who were after him. His genetic work wasn't bible based. I was afraid that any moral slip would ruin his career.
The Co-Op in Plainsville was a long way from the state capital and Raleigh had told him that no one at the Co-Op was into show and tell. Julian seemed to be a bit uneasy at first, but he soon realized the men at the Co-Op were not the type to cause trouble.
Julian wasn't handsome like a model, but he was good looking and distinguished. That wasn't necessarily true of most of the Co-Op members. Julian was open minded and got along with all. He was sexually generous. I assumed that he would let the men take care of him, but he was willing to both give and take.
Julian was with Raleigh and Milton at first. Henry, the hired hand, joined them. Julian helped him clean up. At the Co-Op, "Will you help me wash my back," was the same as "Will you fondle my cock." Julian figured that out right away and he washed Henry's back, ass and cock. He was nice enough to use his tongue to clean the hard to reach places. By the time he finished, Julian was fully erect. Henry was very happy.
Milton helped clean Julian's privates. Rory joined them. From the look on his face, Rory looked as if he had won the lottery. Rory went after Julian's ass as Raleigh took care of Julian's cock. A little later, Julian ate out Rory's ass and his cock soon followed. Julian wasn't aggressive or pushy, but he knew want he wanted.
I would have thought that talking Julian's telephone pole on your first day as a bottom would be a disaster. It was a total success. It may sound strange, but Julian had a sense of just how much you could take. At first it seemed as if he was dilating Rory's anus. He pushed deeper when Rory wanted it, and took it slow when Rory was having problems.
Later I took Julian's cock and I realized I was being fucked by a true master. His oversized organ was inspirational, but he seemed to know how much I could take. Actually, he knew I wanted it all, but he knew when I wanted it. He never pushed unless I was ready. It was an event.
Rory had a good time. He was so masculine and macho, I was surprised when he enjoyed it in the ass so much. It had seemed to me that macho men should be tops and effeminate men should be bottoms. That isn't the way it works out. I think it has to do with the location of the prostate and the shape of the cock. I watched Tommy pounding Rory's ass. I think both men enjoyed it. A half hour later I saw Tommy on his hands and knees as Rory's organ massaged his ass.
This was the first time at the Co-Op the men were relaxed and didn't seem to clench their ass. I saw Tommy on his back with his legs spread wide. Cocks turn me on, but ass holes didn't do much for me. I did like watching Don's little hole take Raleigh's cock. It didn't seem as if the small opening could accommodate the big cock. Raleigh was gentle and he nudged his knob into the opening. A few of the nudges were pretty forceful, but eventually his knob vanished on the dark side of the sphincter.
Raleigh pulled out, added some lubricant and returned to the hole. He didn't go for the gold; he took his time. He spent a lot of time popping in and out through the sphincter. Don relaxed some, but I knew the tight ring of muscle felt good grasping the cock.
It was a textbook example of how to fuck a virgin, but after about ten minutes, Don began to wiggle his ass some. The next time Raleigh pushed in, it looked as if Don's hole was kissing the invader. I couldn't see inside Don's ass, but I knew the cock had made contact with his prostate.
By contrast, Tommy's ass was a hairy pit wedged between to hairy ass mounds. There was nothing delicate or pretty about it. Rory had thick meat and while he wasn't crude or brutal, there was nothing delicate about the way he fucked. He pushed in forcefully and then pounded a few times. He then pulled out to let Tommy catch his breath.
When Rory pulled out his big knob he pulled Tommy's rosebud with it. There was this pretty little pink bud at the middle of the hairy pit. Rory positioned his cock at the bud and played with it. It vanished as he pushed in and reappeared when he pulled out. Rory oozed a lot of precum, do the ass became downright juicy.
You can never been sure about things, but I think it was a perfect fit. I thought Tommy's ass was virgin, but it didn't look that way. Tommy was rotating and wiggling his ass. He wanted to get Rory's cock in the good places. It looked to me that there were good places and great places in his ass.
Rory was a multi-tasker. Later that night, Rory had Tommy's cock in his ass as he fucked me. He seemed to like it all. By the end of the night Rory and Julian were back together again. They were a mismatched pair. Rory was a short, ill-kempt man, and Julian looked like a man from an old New Yorker cover. Even when he was hot and sweaty Julian was elegant.
They looked like a fantasy with a barbarian and his conquest, with one exception. Most of the time the conquest was fucking the barbarian. Julian was mostly a top, and after a little while it was clear that Rory loved taking it in the ass. They both seemed to enjoy sex equally.
Sex can only be so bad. I know of some who say it is best the first time. I firmly believe the more you do it, the better sex gets. After a while you figure out what feels best and what works for your partner. It takes a while to let it all hang out; to lose your self-consciousness and really get into it.