The Home for Virgins 3
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!
Our experimental session was a great success. Of course we couldn't advertise the Rivanna House, not to mention the Home for Virgins. Word of mouth is incredibly efficient and fast if you offer first rate services. Our guests liked the fine food, good service and a beautiful site. Some mentioned the unique and attentive services and the privacy.
Henri sent emails and personally called whisper grams to potential guests indicating that our next educational program would be a male bonding seminar. The recipients knew that was to include sexual bonding in a group. Two weeks later twenty men had made reservations for the demonstration and there was a waiting list.
Henri and I had a long conversation. "We've been friends and business associates for years. You were certainly popular at our first demonstration. You may have noticed that I am rather open minded about sexual matters. It seems my curiosity about potential sexual partners may be excessive," he said. "You did well in our demonstrations. Were you put upon, or offended? Was it enjoyable? I noticed several of the men were quite vigorous with you?" Was that a problem?"
"I am not sure," I replied. "It wasn't a problem at our first demonstration. I could see it becoming tiresome as a daily event."
"Several of the men mentioned you were the sexual high point of the weekend," Henri said. "My own interludes with you are among the high points of my life. You have noticed that I am a complete slut, and find it hard to reject any cock that is close. Sadly, I have no resistance to sex with other men."
"I have a confession to make. When my cock encounters sperm in your ass, it excites me more," I said. Sperm from other men tends to add a special tingle to my own climax."
"Would it bother you if I said your forceful spurts, pushes their seed deeper into me?" he asked. We both laughed. We were both oversexed and more than open minded.
The new men arrived a week later on Friday afternoon. There were six couples who wanted to spice up their sex lives, and nine single men. Three of the couples consisted of a mature man and a boy toy. The single men were middle aged or older. They were ethnically varied, with one Black couple, a turban wearing Indian man and several Latinos. One of the boy toys was Mayan, and one of the white couples was 100% red neck.
Henri told me, that while racial differences can be problematic, gay men all have cocks regardless of racial, or ethic backgrounds. Cocks and lust work the same way regardless of race.
In was a hot summer day. We had a forty-five minute beer and chilled-wine cocktail hour and a cook- out style dinner. The dress code was jocks or briefs. The buffet featured impressive salads, and finger foods. Frank made burgers of prime beef, shrimp and freshly caught local fish. They looked conventional but were outstanding. Even our red-neck couple was impressed. Everyone was in a good mood.
Henri gave his introductory speech to the all but naked men. He started by saying, "I do not want to insult any one here, but I suspect that since this party is to be an introduction to group sex, most of you are not virgins." The men laughed.
"I need to make a confession right off the bat. I am not a virgin. When I meet a man, he has to have only one feature, a cock!" There was more laughter. "That is not 100% true. I have met a few trans gender guys. As long as their cunts and asses are open for play, I am fine with that." He paused and added, "I have double teamed a few guys too. If a guy's ass is open enough I like share it with another guy's cock. I can massage his cock as I breed the bottom. I am not an amateur."
"Some group events are a free-for-all. That is not what we are going to have here," he said. "Our objective more is to have a free for all for the willing. No one is forced to do anything they don't want to do. Everyone has to enjoy it, not just the top, not just the aggressive. I want to every cock slipping into an ass to be welcomed."
"We have all had an experience when the man sucking you uses his teeth. Cocks are suck-able, not edible. If a cock is too big for an ass, pull out and try something else. If a guy winces, ask him it it hurts too much. He may tell you to go deeper, to add more lube, or that he needs a rest" he said.
"I do have one observation. If you ask a slightly uneasy playmate to fuck you, that tends to relax his ass and he may open up for you later," Henri explained. "This seminar has a tried and true teaching technique. It is the ancient approach known as "Learning by Doing." Our staff is now distributing lube, poppers, and cock rings for your sexual pleasure." There was applause.
I had a tray of clear bags of poppers and lube. Each could be used for jock storage or brief storage. Several of the men had leather jocks. They were expensive, so they appreciated that. We had tied a strap around the poppers so the men could wear it as a necklace.
The meeting room had central space with four smaller areas, two on each side. They could be opened up to make one large room, or closed to form more intimate spaces. They were partially open to provide more intimate play areas.
After distributing the goodies, I was in rear space with a sixty-year-old, white, couple, Marty and Harry; a slightly younger a black couple; Louis and Charles, and the turban wearing Indian, Singh. He was a Sikh and was in his late thirties or early forties.
Harry looked and sounded a little like Elmer Fudd, but when he stripped off his jock, his cock hung to his knees. Harry was smooth. Marty was an Italian gorilla, massive and hairy. Louis and Charles were perfectly groomed. They owned a high style, upscale men's store. They had been models, and both men were in good shape. Singh was tall, muscular, and in good shape. He had a hairy chest and an uncut cock.
"Do I have to ask permission to suck your beautiful cock?" Harry asked me.
I smiled and said, "Of course, that's a nice get acquainted gesture, but it's not required. Should I warn you when I'm ready to shoot off?"
"Harry likes a surprise," Marty said. "We have always been 100% faithful, unless we get lucky." They both laughed as did the other men in the group. Harry was a good cock sucker. He later told me that when you look like he does, you need good sucking skills.
Marty fondled Louis's cock, and soon dropped to his knees to suck Louis's cock. After a few minutes, Harry pivoted around to suck Charles' cock. I moved closer to Singh and fondled his cock. He had huge balls. I mentioned that.
"They make a mess when I shoot off," he said. Singh had an English accent.
"Do you prefer to shoot off in a mouth or ass?" I asked.
"Some men choke when I unload in a mouth," he said. "Most men think I'm too thick for an easy fuck."
I smiled and said that sounded like a challenge. He told me he was looking for a man who could enjoy it as sex not as a challenge. I told him I would like that too.
The redneck couple came over to us and introduced themselves as Skeeter and Bubbahotep. Bubbahotep was tall, hairy and beefy. Skeeter was a scrawny version of Bubba.
"We're carpet installers," Skeeter said. "Maybe you can tell we're country folk. Bubbahotep's real name is Fred. Someone saw a cartoon with an Egyptian mummy named Bubbahotep in grade school thought Fed looked like him and the name stuck. I'm actually Skeeter Q. Brown III. My mom said my dad was no smarter than my grandpa."
I am not sure that Singh, Marty or Harry had met 100% Virginia rednecks before. Louis and Charles had and they were uneasy. After introductions, everything was fine. Singh was a surgeon and Skeeter's father had survived a major accident due to a surgeon.
When Louis and Charles told him the were men's clothiers, Bubbahotep told them his niece was getting married, and asked if he could look respectable. Louis said that wasn't a problem, but I would be expensive. He said the suit itself would be expensive, but the alterations would be a killer. Bubba's company, S&B carpet installers, turned out to be a large operation serving Virginia and North Carolina. Expense was not a problem.
Bubbahotep was fondling with Louis' cock. It looked big when relaxed, but got much better when excited. "You've heard that once you go black you never go back," Louis said. "I'm 90% a top."
"To tell you the truth, if it's a big as it looks, a long time relationship would be fine with me," Bubba said. I noticed that Skeeter was getting along with Charles.
I was next to Singh and my legs sort of gave way. A second later, I was trying to swallow his partially erect cock. I first pushed back his foreskin, and then licked his knob. He has a wide piss slit. I opened it with my tongue and tasted his precum. I tried to push my tongue deeper into the slit.
Singh moaned and whispered, "You don't need to do that."
"You've already drooled the appetizer. I'm ready for the main course," I said. Things only got better after that. Since I had been passing out lube and poppers, we were well equipped for a night of uninhibited sex.
I discovered that for gay men, a big cock encourages a sense of fellowship for other gay men. Ethnic, social, and economic differences mean little if the cock is big enough. This may sound superficial, but if it works, who gives a shit.
I also realized that when meeting strangers for a sexual interlude, having no deadline and no one lurking in the bushes reduces the stress and improves the sex. There was no need to rush, no deadline and no schedule.
My ass had been successfully used for sexual release. I had taken a few museum exhibits before. I am not sure an eight inch cock is much different than a ten inch cock. Singh was careful and gentle. Once he was in deep and all was well he became more vigorous. That was good for him and for me. The final two, or three minutes was wild. I was floating on a sexual cloud. When he shot off, he could have been shooting off for ten minutes or ten seconds. It was spectacular. His orgasm induced me to shoot off.
Somehow Harry was there sucking up my sperm as I shot off. It was beautiful. We broke apart as happy men.
A half hour later, I ate desert from Harry's cock as Louis and Marty alternated fucking me. Things were calming down, and the while everyone's cock was still hard, it seemed mellow. I went to bed alone, but was sharing the bed with Bubbahotep and Charles the next morning. Later, Bubbahotep described sex with Charles in the same way that Frank, the chef, described a gourmet dinner.
After breakfast I gave a tour of the property for any of the men who were interested. A rare cold front had passed in the night and It was warm, but not hot. The birds and the deer seemed to like it as did our guests. It was a beautiful property and they enjoyed it. I also suspect they enjoyed some time to recharge for the previous night's festivities.
After lunch we sat around the swimming pool. The pool was open air, but there were awnings over most of the deck, and fans to keep the air moving. I was sitting with Singh and Bubbahotep near a fan. We were feeling mellow and relaxed. I almost fell asleep, and when I paid attention again we had attracted a small group of men. There was one big boy, Raleigh. I guessed he had been a jock, but had gone to pot. He was loud and a bit obnoxious. He stood out since most of the men were mellow and laid back.
I went over and sat with him and his pal Teddy. They had been friends in college when Raleigh had been on the football team and was hot stuff. He made it to the major leagues, but was badly injured after three years. Teddy was a nerd. The nerdy stuff had been computer programming. Teddy had just sold his company for a bundle, a one-hundred million dollar bundle. Raleigh was selling cars. He was good at selling cars to football fans. They tended to like big loaded 4X4s. He was doing okay, but nothing like Teddy.
They had a good sexual relationship in college, but Raleigh knew that Teddy was now in a different weight class. I couldn't figure out the problem, although I assumed jealousy played a role. Raleigh was still the loudmouth jock, but Teddy was the shy and timid multimillionaire.
I suspected there was another problem. Raleigh was well-hung, but his cock was in the shadow of his gut. Teddy was small, but was quite muscular and his cock looked a bit over sized for his body. That is not a problem in a group of gay men. I am not the most perceptive man in the world, but I had a feeling that their college relationship had been intense. I wondered if they were hoping to rekindle it.
I later found out that when Raleigh went off to the major leagues, and Teddy founded his computer development company, they had not realized there would be a total break.
Raleigh did not talk, he yelled. I finally asked if he could cut the volume down. He looked at me oddly.
"I'm sorry," he said. "That's my car salesman voice. I sell big 4X4's and we usually have a few revved up. Our clients think volume is related to horsepower," he said. "I will try. It's a hard habit to break."
"Damn!" Teddy exclaimed. "You just sounded like the guy I knew in college." Both men seemed to relax. When Raleigh wasn't doing his salesman routine, he was a normal guy. Once he stopped bellowing, several men joined us. Maurice Du Mont and his helper Johnny were an odd couple. Maurice was a wedding planner, and Johnny was his sidekick.
Maurice over heard our conversation. "Since we are all naked, I'd like to go back to my real name, Don Jones," he said. "You wouldn't tell anyone about that, will you?" We laughed. "My sidekick, Johnny is the man who does all the thinking and planning in our business. He has the talent, I'm just the front man."
"Don't worry," I said. "The men here are interested in cock, not names."
"You mean the guys don't say, "That guy has a mosquito cock, but damn, his name is a turn on!" Don said. The men burst out laughing.
A man who looked a bit like Don Knots had been listening. He was scrawny, and hairy. He had a fire hose hanging from his crotch. "I've got the meat, but it's pretty much ungarnished," he said.
I gave his cock an admiring look. He noticed and came over to me.
"I'm fully loaded. I make a mess when I shoot off," he said. I leaned closer and licked the tip on his uncut tool. A minute or so later, we were fully sexually engaged.
My Don Knot's look-alike introduced himself as Jim Rodgers. He was a nuclear physicist. He lived in a different world than mine, but sex is a universal human drive. Don's sidekick, Johnny joined us sucking my cock as I sucked Jim's tool. We shifted positions a few times and I managed to deep throat Jim's cock. He loved that.
After the initial burst of orgasm inducing enthusiasm, things calmed down. It wasn't like musical chairs, but many of the men rotated playmates. I noticed that Teddy was slow fucking Raleigh's ass. It was hard to tell who was enjoying it more.
They broke apart and a half hour later, Teddy was giving my ass a pounding as I massaged Raleigh's cock with my mouth. It was a good night. Raleigh pulled out and took Teddy's place in my ass. Things were good.
Dinner was sandwiches and appetizers. It didn't interrupt the sexual flow. Most of the men went to bed with their partner or potential partners. Five or sex hours of sex can be exhausting.
Sunday morning started early. This was the last day of the event and many of the men were awake by dawn. There was a lot of unfinished business to attend to. I wandered to the pool. It was already warm and a dip in the slightly cooler water was good.
There was to be a mid-day brunch at ten-thirty before the guest took off home. By then the men knew each other, but a little sexual exploration would be a fitting end to the weekend.
It was a slow motion orgy. It was rather quiet, relaxed and gentle. Some men reconnected with men they men earlier, other connected with men they wanted to explore. When I say it was relaxed, I did not refer to cocks, nor was it quiet when a guest injected his man seed into another man's mouth or ass.
Indeed there was a generous redistribution of sperm that was either swallowed of used as additional anal lubrication. Raleigh was on his back, holding his legs wide, and his ass open. He had told me earlier that he hadn't known about his prostate's sexual function and he was making up for lost time.
Teddy and Raleigh were much closer, and Teddy's big cock loved Raleigh's cum filled ass. Teddy discovered that other men's sperm was the missing element in their sexual relationship.
Jim Roger's over sized cock made many friends. As far I could tell Jim was a genius who was the top of his field. The genius thing didn't help with his personal life and helped even less with his sexual needs. I realized he was a sexual athlete who was skilled at giving and taking sexual pleasure.
Our two rednecks, Skeeter and Bubbahotep, discovered unexpected pleasure with Lewis and Charles, two upper class Black men. That involved a massive exchange of bodily fluids. That involved Skeeter's tongue coaxing Charles' sperm from Bubbahotep's ass, as Lewis deposited his load in Skeeter's behind.
The brunch was superb, but a bit anti-climatic.