The Gang's All Here
Bald Hairy Man
This is pure fantasy. If you are offended by stories about gay men and gay sex, or if you are under age, DO NOT READ IT. It is not a guide to safe sexual techniques. It does not depict real men, or real situations. It does not depict necessary safe sex practices. Fantasy characters can do anything they want, real men can not!
I went to school at Charles University. At one time it was a well known playboy school. A series of intelligent presidents realized that playboys had lots of money, and they remembered the good times a Charles U and gave generously. The presidents used that generosity to improve the academic level of the faculty. Charles University grew to become a major academic institution.
I attended the university forty years earlier and was definitely on the academic side of the playboy-academic divide. I was not into wild parties. I knew some of the playboys and I provided tutoring. They greatly appreciated my help. I had a skill at helping playboys without insulting them and calling them dolts. I sexually connected with some of them. I was a safe playmate since I moved in totally different social groups from the jock-playboys.
I am Neil Smith. I am a bit scrawny, and no one suggested that I had a future as a male model. I discovered I was gay at college. I am quite shy, but that shyness did not seem to apply to sex. I had a successful interlude with one of the playboys. The word got around, so I had a modest, but enjoyable sex life with a handful of playboy types.
I found a job at the University after graduation at the admissions department as I went to graduate school. Eventually I worked for the school press as proof reader-editor. I am exceptionally good at that. The Director of the press said I had a magic touch.
I was an only child and when my parents died I became well off. When an uncle and two maiden aunts died I became more than well off. I eventually left the press and became a free lance editor. Life was quiet and stress free. I had a few gay friends and we had low stress sexual interludes.
I was surprised when one of my playboys called me and asked to see me. I invited him to visit. Theodore Bearmont, was known as Teddy Bear to his friends. He wasn't exactly stupid; I did worry sometimes his his brain might have atrophied from lack of use. He was a tackle on the football team and a Big Man on Campus. He told me he wasn't gay. He just liked sex with men.
There is a chance he discovered something approaching true love the first time he eased his cock into my ass and eventually had a mind blowing orgasm. Teddy Bear was shocked and pleased. I was pleased. He was well endowed and his cock was a perfect fit. He came by a few times each year to renew the special relationship between my ass and his cock.
The high point of our relationship had been a party he had been invited too. I was his date and the party was a gay orgy with ten or twelve men. I was scrawny, but I have great stamina. It was a success for all of us. Teddy Bear and his pals also had good stamina. All were versatile, and there was near total redistribution of sperm. It was a good night.
When Teddy visited me he asked if I remembered the party. I told him I did. It had been a sexual high light of my life.
"I loved it too," he said. "I never done anything like that since. I was wondering if we could do something like it again?"
"I would love it, but we live in a different world now," I said. "We can't be that free and easy. I do wish we could."
"Well I have a doctor friend who could help," Teddy said, "He shares our interests and he can do all he can to make a bareback, cum swilling, event safe. He can't 100% guarantee it, but it can be as safe as we can get now. Is there any chance you would be interested?"
"I still think about that orgy from decades ago. It was a highlight of my college days," I said. "Shit it is still a highlight. I've been in a few threesomes and one foursome since then. They were good, but not like your party."
"Do you have any pals who might be interested?" Teddy asked.
"All bareback with edible cum?" I asked.
Teddy nodded and then added, "Some of my pals might add some ethnic variety. Is that a problem?"
"I doubt it," I said. "I am a little bit embarrassed to say it, but as long as a guy has a cock, my friends would be interested."
Teddy laughed, "We seem to move in the same social circles." He said he was going to talk with his friends to see if they were interested. I told him I would do the same. He said he would call me in a week.
I was a little surprised to notice I felt the same excitement I had felt years earlier when I was new to gay sex. I was embarrassed and excited. It took a good ten minutes to overcome the embarrassment, and enjoy the anticipation of the sexual prospect.
My oldest friend, Roger, was in real estate, and was gung-ho, as was Javier. He was a professor of Spanish. One of my authors, Dennis Wait, wrote about sexual dysfunction and he was very interested. His book, Dispelling Gay Myths, had been a popular success. Dennis was quite timid and had never been in an orgy.
Another friend, Donnie was interested. He was a retired Episcopalian priest. He claimed to be all but a virgin, but I had my doubts. I called him and told him about the orgy. He told me no, that wasn't possible. Ten minutes later he called me back to tell me he was interested. I was shocked. I expected him to call a half hour later. Ten minutes was a record time for him to agree to sex.
Teddy's doctor friend knew Dr. Willard, a local doctor who did exams and tests. Dr. Willard was member of the gay fraternity, and was a proctologist and I knew him. Everyone liked Dr. Willard a lot. He did the necessary testing for my pals.
Three weeks later on a Saturday morning at 10:00 AM, we met at Teddy Bear's mountain cottage, Bear's Rest. Dennis, Javier and Roger came with me. Dr. Willard came with Donnie. I knew that Teddy Bear's family was well off. When I saw Bear Rest, I realized well off did not properly describe his wealth.
We went to the game room and met Teddy's friends. Billy, who had been on the football team with Teddy, and the football assistant Coach, Monty Jones, were there. Jones had been the first Black coach at Charles University. The was a muscular man named Harry who was a building contractor.
Teddy introduced us to an older man name Jake and another man named Paul. I recognized Paul. At a funeral for the former President of the University, Paul had officiated. He was a Bishop. All together, we were a good group.
"Let me propose some ground rules for our little get together," Teddy announced. "I am a proud gay man who likes sucking and fucking. I also top and bottom. I don't know you all personally, but the men I know like the same things."
"I like to suck, fuck, eat cum and take it in the ass," he added. "You aren't just a bunch of horny men. I think of our balls as a provider of a taste treat, and the top of the line anal lubricant. The first time a guy shot off in mt mouth I realized an ice cream cone was no longer my favorite taste treat. The first time a cock slid into my ass I realized my buddy's cock had found a new home! Filling an ass filled with my cum was almost a spiritual feeling for me."
"My dad always told men take care of business first before you chat. I still follow his advice. Since we are a gay and horny I suggest we all get naked and let off some steam before we do formal introductions. We are all here for an orgy, it's not a meet the neighborhood picnic. As long as both you and your play mate enjoy it, it is okay. Doc Williams has given you all a clean bill of health. Not only are you okay, but he assures me that certain sexual fluids are edible," he said. "By the way I have a some poppers and lubricants if anyone wants to kick it up a notch. It's time to strip, so let's get started!"
I think Teddy had special tear off clothes, because he was naked and hard maybe 20 or 30 seconds later. He was heavier than he was at the university, but he was still hung. No one was shy and we were all nude a minute or two later. I was hard but hadn't had time to pick out a playmate when Paul came over to me.
He looked at my erect cock and said, "Can I help you with that?"
Before I had a chance to answer, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his mouth around my dick. He then swirled his tongue around my cock head. His tongue payed special attention to my piss slit. I think he was hunting for pre-cum. After a minute or so, he looked up at me and asked if I was okay. I told him I was more than okay.
"I could take your load now, but I confess I would love to get my cock into your behind," he said. "Is it too early for you to take a load?"
"I'm afraid I am a bit of a slut. It is never to early to get fucked," I replied.
"My cock is on the high side of average," he said. "Is that a problem?"
"It has never been a problem yet," I said. "Can I sit on it?"
"Oh yes," he replied. Paul got on his back and lubricated his cock. It was well above average size. I straddled him and lowered myself on his slippery fuck tool. Paul moaned as I impaled myself on his cock. He had a mushroom style cock head so I felt a little like Little Miss Muffet as it plowed into my ass. I was a very slutty Miss Muffet, and Paul and I had a great time.
We changed positions so I was on my back with my legs on Paul's shoulders. This gave him more control.
"Damn, you're tight!" he exclaimed. "I'm going to fuck you until I breed you. You understand that?"
"I do. That's not a problem," I replied. Paul liked deep strokes, so he pulled his cock out so his knob was rubbing my prostate before he made a deep thrust. I knew I wasn't the first man he had fucked. His cock soon did an imitation of Old Faithful deep in my ass. I enjoyed it.
I wasn't the only one to have a good time. I had worried about how the party would work out. It turns out that a group of very gay and very horny naked men are well equipped to entertain themselves.
My ass wasn't empty for long. Donnie came over to me. "I've never fucked a guy using a bishop's cum as lube. Do you mind if I take a poke?" he asked.
I smiled and Donnie assumed that was a yes. Donnie was heavy set, hairy and looked more like a construction worker than a clergyman. His cock was average, but thick. It tapered as vanished into his thick bush. It stretched my ass wide, but once he was deep in me, it was unexpectedly comfortable. Once he was in deep, I asked if it was what he expected.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "It is what I hoped for, but I can't tell if it's your tight ass, or the cream filling that turns me on so much."
"Is your ass open for business, Donnie?" A voice asked, "It looks real inviting." I looked up and saw coach Monty Jones, watching us. Donnie spread his legs making his ass more available.
"Have you ever taken a black cock up your backside?" Monty asked.
"I have a feeling my first time is a minute or two in the future,"Donnie replied. Monty made a hard thrust and Donnie moaned.
"I hope you are okay," Monty said. "This is good for me!" Maybe a minute later I felt Donnie's cock twitching as he drained his balls in my ass. Monty had been thrusting fast and deep the open ass. He suddenly stopped. I could almost feel Monty's cum filling Donnie's ass.
After the first round of orgasms, things quieted down. Teddy Bear made a second announcement.
"It seems we are all getting along well," he said. "I know some men crash after an orgasm. If you wish to leave, that is not a problem. I have light lunch for those who would like to stay. Now that introductions have been made, I was thinking we might make more sexual explorations this afternoon for those who are into it."
Teddy opened double door to another room with an impressive display of food. Two men, who I assumed were Teddy's staff, were slicing an impressive roast beef. The men were naked except for a jock strap.
"By the way, my pals, Rusty and Gus, who prepared lunch, may join us for the afternoon's activities." he added.
As far as I could tell, no one left the party. Rusty and Gus were middle aged. Rusty had a jogger's body. Gus was heavier and it turned out he was the cook. I couldn't tell if their jocks were too small, or their genitals were too big. I laughed to myself. I realized that for myself and most of the men at the party, there was no such thing as genitals that were too big. Gus was a hairy man, it it seemed to me that his cock was trying to escape from the jock's pouch.
The food was good. It was more of a substantial snack than a business lunch. The men seemed relaxed and mellow. The mornings' activities had been successful, and I suspected that all of us expected that the afternoon's activities would be more successful.
Rusty and Gus cleaned up the remains of lunch and closed to doors to the serving area. They joined us without their jock straps. Their cocks were not erect, but they were definitely not soft either. They were all I could hope for. The other guys were impressed too.
Gus was next to me and he got close. "Teddy told me you are a good bottom. Is that true?" he asked. I nodded.
"He told me you like to take a load in your ass?" Gus said. "I'm a big boy. Do you think you could take it?"
"I don't think that would be a problem," I said. "I need to tell you, my ass is used. Two guys have drained their balls in me. Is that a problem?"
"Shit no! It's a fucking opportunity," he replied. "I've never fucked a used hole, but it could be a turn on."
The next fifteen minutes were a trip. Gus was a big guy with the stamina of a bull elephant. For fifteen minutes he explored every possible was to get in my ass. His cock felt bigger in my ass than it looked. He took me from the rear, from the front and from the side. I had an odd image of Gus churning Paul and Donnie's cum into butter.
Gus climaxed with a spectacular climax of ten or twelve massive ejaculations. Gus and I both enjoyed it, but it apparently was inspirational to the other men in the group.
By three in the afternoon, we were all spent and exhausted. I was surprised to discover that sexual exhaustion was a mellow feeling, interrupted by my cock twitching and some sperm drooling from my ass.
Donnie and Paul were perfect gentlemen. The alternated licking up the drool. The party broke up and we all went home.
That night Gus called me to make sure there were no side effects from my marathon sexual adventures. I told him ass was well and asked him if it was all he expected.
"Hell no," he replied. "My sex dreams didn't approach what I felt in you. I didn't know sex could be that good. Is there any chance we could get together again?"
"I am pretty open minded," I replied. "I guess you noticed my ass is open too. I do have one question. Do you have a relationship with Teddy Bear? He is an old pal of mine. I wouldn't want to offend him."
"We are friends and playmates." Gus said. "There is nothing more."
Two days later I had a call from Donnie. He told me that he had run into Paul. Paul wondered if I might possibly be interested in getting together again. Donnie mentioned that Paul was a very private person. I told Donnie that I had greatly enjoyed meeting him.
Donnie told me that Paul would be in town for an event on Sunday. Paul might come the night before if he could find a place to stay. I said that I had a guest room. Donnie smiled.
Paul arrived at my house at nine, Saturday evening. We had a drink.
"Donnie told me that you enjoyed our interlude at Teddy Bear's house," he remarked.
"I did. You never know if a random hookup with be a success. It was a good experience for me," I said. "That sounds overly formal. It was hot as hell, in the vernacular."
Paul laughed, and said, "I felt the same way. I need to confess I felt some things I hadn't felt in years. In the seminary I had a dear friends and mentor, Sebastian. As I pushed my cock into you, I felt the way I did when I entered him. I was shocking."
"You are okay with that?" I asked.
"Oh yes, it was wonderful," Paul said. "At the time I was too conventional to reciprocate. I never felt his cock entering me. He never had a chance to breed me. Sebastian was sent to be a missionary in Haiti, and died there. I still want to feel what he felt as my cock entered him and I ejaculated in him."
"I hate to sound crude, but are you asking if I will fuck you?" I asked.
Paul looked at me oddly, and then laughed. "I'm not sure there is a career in the diplomatic core waiting for you, but it seems you hit the nail in the head," he replied.
Paul's ass was tight, but after five minutes he was impaled and moaning. I think he was pretending that I was Sebastian. I sensed my cock was not just filling his ass. My cock filled a need. I shot off deep in him and quickly relocated so I could take his load.
The next morning he told me that Teddy Bear was thinking about having another party. "Teddy thinks there is some unfinished business from the last party. I would like another party. Would you be interested?"
I smiled and said. "I think you know the answer to that question."