The Farmers Co-p 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 bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
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Rory and Julian became regular participants in the Co-Op's after-hours meetings. After a while we all became relaxed and almost casual about sex. I had assumed most of the men who joined in the meetings had few contacts since this was a rural area. I found out that few contacts is not the same as no contacts and men would bring in an old buddy or playmate from time to time. In spite of my best efforts, I discovered I had fallen for the media stereotypes of gay men. I was always expecting a florist or an interior designer to be the next guest.
Our guests included a telephone lineman, some construction workers and a postman. Travis Towne, our local hippie and biker showed up. He had been a famous local character for years. In his sixties now, he had been a hippie in the 70s and had never given up on the look. He restored motorcycles for a living. He was a flaming heterosexual. At one time he was suspected of trying to fuck every woman in town. When he appeared at the Co-Op he was with the County clerk, Donald Towne, a distant cousin.
Donald was a stereotypical closeted gay man. He had lived with his mother, was a bit of a dandy in his dress and had a lisp. He was precise, punctilious and careful. Luckily Donald was a nice guy and very helpful when it came to filing things on time and getting everything right. There were never any problems with deeds or property transfers when he was involved.
Travis was as sloppy as Donald was precise, they made an odd pair. Their fathers were brothers and they were raised together. When they were kids, Travis took care Donald's problems with bullies. Donald helped Travis with homework and tests. They weren't friends; they were family.
Travis wasn't gay, but he liked sex any way he could get it. They had done the "you show me yours if I show you mine" games as kids. Travis went hunting for pussy as a teenager. Travis was now an older man and the bimbos weren't forthcoming anymore, so he began to explore man sex. Donald didn't do much sexually, but he did have an imagination. They reconnected and both enjoyed their new explorations. Travis heard about the Co-Op events from Raleigh and they decided to give it a try.
Raleigh told me they were going to come. I was uneasy. Donald was all gay, but not very experienced. Travis was experienced, but not in gay sex. Our events weren't for the inexperienced and certainly not for the man who was only marginally interested in man sex. Raleigh had questioned Travis and discovered his ass was virgin as was Donald's hole.
I was wrong about them. Being sexually repressed and needy can make up for a lack of experience. They showed up at 4:00 on a Saturday afternoon with Raleigh and went to the locker room. They got naked, got hard and began to make friends right away.
Donald had a seven-inch, thin probe with a big, lollypop style cock head. It was easy to deep throat and easy to take in the ass. Donald didn't seem to have a gag reflex and he like to deep throat. That was a good way to get acquainted.
Travis had a slightly shorter and thicker organ. He didn't know that he had a needy prostate. Travis and Raleigh had been friends for years. Raleigh was handsome and masculine, he was the sort of man you wanted to please. He was also convincing and he discovered that Travis' ass was all but prehensile. Much to his own surprise, Travis was bottom slut. It was exciting to see a fifty-five-year-old man discover he had a sex organ he hadn't guessed existed. It didn't seem to bother him that it was in an out of the way place.
Travis wasn't picky. If you had a cock, he was willing to take it. Raleigh was the first, but Milton, Tommy and Fred took a turn. That was when we discovered Travis' best quality. As his ass filled with man cream, he wanted more. Apparently use and sperm intensified the sensations for him. Henry spent an hour slow fucking Travis' quivering ass and shooting off several times.
Donald was orally occupied, but when he came up for air he made a discovery. There was room for two cocks in Travis' cum filled ass. According to Milton, Donald's lollypop knob felt wonderful in the tight hole. Travis all but fell asleep as men took their turns, but I think it was more of a sexual trance. The meeting was a success.
The next day Travis stopped by my house.
"Did I make a fool of myself last night?" he asked.
I smiled. "I think you made a number of friends" I said. "I don't think anyone thought you were being foolish."
"It was really good for me," Travis said. "I had no idea I would like it in the ass. Raleigh did something to me. It caught me by surprise. It was as if I were mainlining sex."
"You never had a cock in your ass before?"
"Never, this was the first," he admitted. "The strange thing is that I want more. I couldn't get enough of it. I've been to see Donald every night since the party."
"How is he doing?"
"He's fine," Travis said. "He wished he got into it earlier too." He paused. "Donald liked double fucking me. He didn't know you could do that. He was massaging my ass and the other guy's cock at the same time."
"Has he taken a cock in his ass yet?" I asked.
"Well he's interested, but timid," Travis said. "I offered to help him out, but he didn't want that. He asked me who was best for me. I told him Henry was good."
"He hit the right spot?"
Travis looked at me oddly. "That' it! Henry's borderline ugly, but he hit the right spot. I was kind of dazed, I couldn't figure out what happened," Travis said. "I was just being polite when I let him fuck me and damn, if I wasn't on the way to the moon once he was in me." We talked a little longer and I told him there was going to be another meeting on Saturday.
Henry worked for me now. He had been old man Smith's hired hand for years. Smith keeled over dead and his family just sold the farm. It had been Henry's home for fifteen years and he was unemployed and homeless. I took him on as a janitor. There had was an old trailer on the site before I built the new store. He moved in it and I had an informal night watchman.
Henry was a hard worker and he did what you told him to do. He was also helpful, so if a customer needed some help loading his car or truck, Henry was willing. He was a good employee.
Our next event was pretty quiet. It was county fair week and most of my playmates were involved. On Tuesday after the fair closed several men showed up at closing. It had been a slow day so my staff was gone, and I sat around the office to see if any additional men showed up.
Milton came by with two friends. Milton was the head of the Grange, one of the sponsors of the County Fair. A small traveling carnival was a part of the festivities. Milton had the carnival Strong man and Big Foot with him. Big Foot was a six foot eight man covered in hair from head to toe. I am not into freak shows, but he was one of the carnivals main attractions.
Otto, the strong man was an impressive specimen. He was big. Wearing a tight wife beater, every muscle was well defined. Big Foot's real name was Denver, and he was a blur of unruly hair. Talking was not his strong suit. He mumbled a little, but that was it. Otto did the talking for him. I had the impression he was Denver's caretaker. It took me a little while to realize Denver was mostly deaf.
Somehow the word got out that the two men were at the Co-Op and the Twins, Tommy, Henry and Trooper Willis arrived. We went to the locker room. Otto was well equipped but his cock looked small in comparison to his massive body. He was hairless except for a well groomed bush. Denver was the opposite. It took a while to find his cock in his pubic thicket. He wasn't at all shy about nudity.
The men were always interested in new people, but the two carnival men were so different. To say the Co-Op crowd was average understated the case; nothing about our guests was average. Trooper Willis always had an air of authority about him. He wasn't intimated or impressed by anyone so he went for Otto, and they seemed to hit it off.
In the shower, they brushed against each other, fondled the equipment and then Willis dropped to his knees and gave Otto a welcoming suck. Willis both sucked and worked a finger into Otto's ass. That was a great success. The trooper discovered that Otto was a bottom, and a very needy bottom.
The twins explored Denver's body. Denver's eyes were shaded by bushy brows, but when he saw the twins I noticed a little twinkle in them. They were handsome young men. I found out later that Denver was only 32. He looked as if he was 80. The two of them weighed less than he did, but they went searching for his cock. Fortunately being intensely horny made up for Denver's lack of linguistic skill. He was also careful. He looked as if he could easily squash a partner he didn't like. He wanted to make sure that didn't happen. Once the twins found his cock, it was impressive, if not standard issue. It was ten or eleven inches long but quite thin except for the large cock head. The twins discovered it was comparatively easy to deep throat, and an adventure in your ass. I later found out it explored untouched places in your rectum. It is safe to say that both Otto and Denver had a good time as did their playmates. They didn't say it, but I suspected they were lovers, and Denver wasn't that experienced. They had never been to a party like mine. They liked it.
We had another guest show up. Reginald the choir director came by little later with Ronnie Dunne. Ronnie was local boy who had been in the school choir. He had been a fat kid, who had a beautiful tenor voice. He had won a few singing competitions as a teenager, but had a miserable life as a fat kid afflicted by the jocks. He went off to college and had done well there, ending up with a full scholarship. Now, he was six feet two inches tall and was no longer fat. You could tell he had been fat but he looked much better.
"I hope you don't mind if I brought Ronnie," Reginald said to me when he got me off to the side. "He's still worried about being gay. He thinks he was the only gay kid in town. I was hoping that a visit here would be helpful."
"You could have done that yourself," I said.
"I never have any sexual relationship with my choir members," he said. "Even when they are fully grown adults I can't do it. If anyone thought I did that sort of thing it would ruin me. Ronnie didn't believe me when I told him about the bachelor farmers."
"He wouldn't tell anyone, would he?"
Reginald smiled. "Ronnie is very good about keeping secrets," he said. "I think there are some things he never admits even to himself."
In the shower Ronnie was slightly baby faced, very smooth and pink. I had assumed he had a fat man's short cock. It seemed that as Ronnie lost weight, his cock grew. It was a thick six incher soft and it turned into a thicker eight incher as soon as it got hard. He got hard easily. He was cut, and his knob was a classic lavender mushroom. Most of the men were much older and hairy, but I will say one thing about gay men; cocks count. Big cocks seem to count more.
Ronnie was really nervous and uneasy when he went into the shower. Naked men can't hide anything, and he was half hard when he entered. There was a little bead of precum on Ronnie's cock. The Bachelor farmers noted that. They appreciated that he wasn't playing hard to get. Ronnie showered between Willis and Henry. They helped him feel welcome.
Luckily Ronnie wanted acceptance by adults, since the "real" men of the town had thought he was just the fat kid who sang. I think he would have been pleased as punch if they had let him suck them. I don't think he had considered the possibility they would suck him. There wasn't exactly a line of men waiting to service him, but he was busy.
I was playing with Otto when I looked over and saw Ronnie with Tommy who was on his hands and knees with his ass open and ready for some stretching exercises. I watched Ronnie work his cock into the waiting hole. He had a look of satisfaction on his face as he began to pump. Ronnie was real excited, but he had a long fuse. He worked over Tommy for a good twenty minutes.
When Ronnie shot off in Tommy ass, both men looked satisfied. Willis went over to Ronnie and they talked. "You have a nice technique there," Willis said. "Tommy likes a long ride."
Ronnie looked at Willis' hard cock. He didn't quite drool, but it was close. Willis was handsome and muscular. "Do you give rides?" Ronnie asked.
"Have you been popped?" Willis asked.
Ronnie nodded. "A guy at school did me. It was okay, but not that exciting. I'd like to try it again."
"I like a young, tight ass," Willis said. "Once I start, I always finish. I like to shoot deep in the hole. Did your pal fill you?"
"He just squirted at my ass. That was pretty good," Ronnie said. "I think I would like some Trooper sperm in my ass."
Willis had Ronnie get on his back and then he put his legs on his shoulders. He lubricated his cock and began to work his cock into Ronnie's quivering ass. I wouldn't say that Willis was gentle, but he took his time. Once he was half in, he picked up speed. By then Ronnie was more than willing.
After Willis shot off, Henry rimmed Ronnie's ass. Henry got Ronnie to relax and some of the trooper's load drooled for the ass. Henry loved that. Ronnie shot off hands free, and Henry got to take care of two loads.
Otto and Denver joined the group with Milton, Travis and Donald. I had thought they had just stayed in town for a few days after the carnival left. The carnival had left permanently, and I had gone out of business. They had been stranded here. They were staying with Travis and looking for work.
I talked with Otto. I commiserated with him about the loss of his job. He was philosophical about it. "I know that being a circus freak isn't a growth industry. The pay checks were getting a bit sporadic anyway," he said.
I connected with Otto. We were soon in the sixty-nine position. Milton came over to us. He took Otto legs and spread them, exposing the muscleman's hole. He nosed his cock into the hole. As I was still sucking, I could taste the muscleman react to the penetration. At first I thought he was shooting off, but it was just a massive flow of precum. Milton must have known how good it was for Otto too. It was as if Milton's cock was pumping the sweet juices from Otto's balls. It was beautiful. Otto had great stamina. He could take anything you shoved in his ass.
With Ronnie, Otto and Denver joining the group, the men were almost dizzy with excitement. There were so many possibilities. I didn't guess who would find whom attractive. The newcomers weren't that experienced, but they were willing. I remembered being willing and inexperienced, but I wasn't as adventurous as these men were. I had been timid. I think that some of their enthusiasm was due to the men of the Co-Op. While they were eager and interested they were also relaxed. We were all friends and sex buddies. They weren't tense or uneasy. No one played hard to get. No one pretended they weren't that interested. No one hid their passions or feelings.
There was one other thing. There were no virgins in the group, but no one took anyone for granted. Everyone recognized that it was special when a man took your load. Even though it wasn't the first time a pal had buff and shined your prostate or cum-lubricated your rectum, it was still special.
As I pondered these thoughts, I felt something tickling my tongue. Otto was shooting. I hadn't intended to take his load, but I didn't pull away. His ejaculations were forceful, and he spurted fire hose style. Milton was still pumping in his ass as he unloaded. His sperm was thick, almost like a pudding. His cock head became very sensitive. Once the big ejaculations were over I gently coaxed the remaining sperm from his balls.
Milton pulled out. As he did some of his load drooled from Otto's ass. He intercepted the drool with his cock head and pushed it back into Otto's ass. I was still nursing Otto's cock and I tasted him react. This huge muscleman was ultrasensitive and his cock reflected every sexual stimulus. It was incredibly sensual and intimate. I was thinking I could love this man. He was still gently nursing my cock as I began to ejaculate. He produced a second gentle orgasm, but I enjoyed it.
We calmed down and broke apart. We went back to the showers. There we found Reginald with Denver. They were a miss matched pair. Reginald was slightly built and almost delicate. He had his legs wrapped around Denver and Denver had his arms wrapped around the choir director. Big Foot's long probe style cock wasn't visible. It was in Reginald's ass. It was hard to believe it could possibly fit in Reginald's ass, especially since I had thought Reginald was a virgin.
It was clear the Denver and Reginald were happy. I was afraid that the men might make a comment when they saw the two fornicating men. Sometimes your maiden voyage on the love stick brought out them men's sense of ribald humor. I wasn't sure Reginald would appreciate that.
I wasn't sure if the Co-Op men were getting sensitive or if they were worried about Big Foot's reaction, but everyone was nice. No one knew him well enough to know how he would take a joke. It was clear the two men enjoyed themselves. I couldn't tell if Reginald was whimpering or purring. Fifteen minutes later, it was clearly purring. Reginald was very happy.