The Home for Virgins 5
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!
The men began to call the event Bubbahotep's Ball. Frank's breakfast was a total success. He served a bacon and cheese egg dish served in a puff pastry basket. The men had no idea what it was, but they knew what they liked. The men were relaxed and all but a few were now comfortable being naked. The men figured out what was and what was not acceptable behavior. It was clear naked cocks were good either soft or hard. Fondling balls was substituted for shaking hands.
All of the men were gay, but most of the men's sex experiences were rushed so they could shoot off before they were caught. They had sex as a couple and maybe a rare threesome. I was surprised that most were interested in group play. Group play was exciting and new to them. Several tops seemed to enjoy watching their bottoms squirming on another man's cock.
It was the 4th of July weekend, so there was an extra day at Rivanna House. That added to the relaxed atmosphere. Henri told the guests that there would be no fireworks. We were in a wooded area and it had been dry. He recommended that the men substitute orgasms for fireworks. That caused a good laugh.
It was as if everyone landed on the get-out-of-jail free marker. Doc Robert's had tested everyone, so we were free to taste precum and man seed. The men had two new delicacies to savor.
I had no idea how many of the men were open to the free and easy sexual atmosphere. Bubbahotep did his bit to encourage a free and easy atmosphere. He joked with me that while he wasn't free, he was heavily discounted.
I gave a tour to what we called the skinny dipping pond. That was a success. Skinny dipping had been an expected part of a boy's life in the country. The men jumped in and loved it. I jumped in and after a quick swim across the pond, found myself with three men I hadn't met yet. They knew me since I had been in Doc Roberts' demonstration the night before. The men were big, hairy, and looked well used.
"You put on a good show last night," the biggest man said. "I'm Roscoe." He was bald and had an unruly beard. He had a dark tan on his face and head, but a pale, hairy chest and many scars on his tanned arms. "My buddies are Travis and Ringo. We didn't know you could do some of that stuff. I've got a big cock, I'm not sure it's the right size for an ass hole."
"That's possible, but that would be pretty rare," I said. "It will fit in somebody." He laughed. We were in shallow water so our cocks were on display.
"Do you really like that stuff?" Ringo asked.
"I sure do," I said.
"Do you think you would like my cock up your hole?" he asked.
"I don't know, but I would be surprised if I didn't. Have you ever shot off in a pal's ass?" I asked.
Ringo shook his head. "Is it good?" he asked.
"It can be real good or bad. It's not good with a guy who doesn't want to be fucked. It's real bad if you don't use lube," I said. "It's better with a man who wants a cock up his ass and it's even better if he wants your cock up his behind."
We talked for a while. They were lumber jacks who spent most of there time in the woods. They worked for a company that used rare wood. They found damaged or dying trees that needed to be removed. Rare woods were valuable, so I assumed they were payed well for their work. They went off and I wondered if I would run into them back at the Rivanna House.
Roscoe told me they were been a sexually exclusive trio. Bubbahotep had been an exception since they had been friends from high school. I wondered if they could get their nerve up to move beyond their limited collection of friends.
Later that afternoon, I was at the pool and Bubbahotep came over to me. "Roscoe and his boys liked meeting you this morning," he said. "He is kind of wondering how they might react to meeting new guys. By meet I mean have sex. He wonders if you would connect with him and see how they take it. It may be a one time only thing if it doesn't work out."
"By the way, you turned Roscoe on," Bubbahotep added. "He has an impressive cock and he figures if you fuck him, he gets to fuck you! The idea of fucking you is real attractive to him. By the way, they are nice guys, but are a bit lacking in the social graces. Are you game?"
I nodded, Bubbahotep was just being polite. I am always ready for sex. Fifteen minutes later I walked by Roscoe's bedroom. He saw me and called to me. "Come on in!" Travis and Ringo were there. Henri's open door policy was in effect.
Sexual activity in the bedrooms had to be open. That solved a problem with a sadist Henri encountered years earlier. He said our guests were either a passerby, a watcher, a helper, or the next in line.
Roscoe waved me in. He was sitting on his bed. When I was close enough he leaned over to suck my cock. He sucked for a few minutes.
"Is his cock as good as ours?" Travis asked.
"It's good. It's a little different, but he oozes more than yours. It's tastes a little fresher."
"Shit, Ringo's cock juice is aged to perfection," Travis said.
Roscoe stopped sucking. "Would you mind if the boys sampled your cock?" he asked.
"Sure, but if they suck me, I get to sample their cock ooze too!" I replied.
That was fine with the boys. I turned and Ringo dropped to his knees and deep throated my cock. When he pulled back, he suctioned precum from my cock.
Ringo looked up, "It's different from ours, but it good," he said. "It's real good."
Ringo pulled away and made room for Travis. He asked me, "Can I try it?"
"I would deeply appreciate the honor," I said in a Hollywood's version of a Southern gentleman's accent. "You know that when you suck me, there is always a chance you will get a taste of my thick, creamy, white stuff?"
"I'll take the risk," Travis said. He was smiling.
Roscoe, Travis, and Ringo associated with men who only gave and received blow jobs. I like sex, and for me the more sexual skills I have, the more enjoyable sex becomes. I am not a kissy-kissy type of man. Non-genital foreplay doesn't excite me. I like a hard cock and open mouth, or ass sex.
Some men were just not adventurous. Others had a bad first experience or a physical problem. There is a world of difference between a fuck and a rape. Some men think that being forceful and domineering is a sign of masculinity. Being forceful on a battlefield is one thing. It's different in a bed.
Roscoe and I connected and he carefully nudged his cock into my ass. I have always believed that teaching by doing is the best way to learn. Roscoe's erection and my tight ass worked things out, and Roscoe went places he had never been before. He had a spectacular orgasm deep in my ass. When he pulled is cock out, it suctioned some of his sperm from my ass. The boys knew he had shot off in me.
He was out of the action until his balls recharged so Ringo visited my ass. I suspected that Ringo was deeply attached to Roscoe, so I wasn't sure how he would react. Pushing into my ass and encountering Roscoe's sperm was good for him. He popped quickly adding to the sperm count in my ass.
Travis was born to be an ass fucker. Somehow I suspected that his cock grew when it encountered my tight ass. It was real nice for me, but it was spectacular for Travis. He took his time, but I felt every ejaculation when he lost it.
It took a little more than an hour for the three men to fuck me. When Travis pulled his cock out of my ass, Roscoe was ready to open his ass for me. While I think he wanted to try being a bottom, since I had three loads in my ass, fair is fair. Someone needed to take my load. He was the leader, so he had to take my cock.
I wouldn't say fucking a virgin ass is one of my specialties, but some of my older friends believe I have that skill. I gently lubricated his ass with my finger. I slowly massaged his anus and began work lubricant deeper into him. While one had opened his ass I stroked his cock with the other.
He was hard and his foreskin had pulled back exposing his bare knob. Some precum oozed form his slit. I collected some and tasted it. I suddenly pushed a finger through his sphincter and rubbed against his prostate. Roscoe moaned in ecstasy. He didn't know he had a prostate.
My cock was well lubricated, and I quickly pulled my finger out of his ass and slid my well lubricated cock into his ass. While I was rock hard, my knob can only be so hard. His tight sphincter held my cock tightly against his prostate and the little gland worked its magic.
I briefly kept up the pressure and then began to push deeper. My shaft thickens, so as I went deep I maintained the pressure on his prostate.
Roscoe moaned and whispered, "I can't take it any more!"
"I'll pull out after I leave a creamy thank you gift deep in your hole," I said.
"It too much!" he cried.
"I'll pull out as soon as I stop ejaculating," I said. I gave him a hard thrust and my pubic hair rested against his asshole.
At that point seconds can seem like hours. I knew I was building up to a climax, but there was no way to know exactly when. I could have fucked him for a minute or an hour. Time stretched out as sperm began to prepare for the first ejaculation. I had no idea when I would climax nor how many times I would ejaculate.
It turned out I shot off soon, and I ejaculated just enough to drain my balls into Roscoe's ass. After I pulled out, Roscoe told me it was perfect. Travis was licking my cock to coax any slow moving sperm into his mouth. Ringo was licking up the sperm drooling from Roscoe's ass.
I spent the night with them. It was a restful and relaxing night, with naps interspersed between intense exchanges of sperm. I think several other men joined in our play. One of the advantages of an orgy is that fucking a guy with another guys sperm up his ass as lubricant adds something extra to the experience.
Many of these guys were old friends. The exchange of all natural, freshly ejaculated sperm was a nice feature. I was a stranger to them, but trading sperm makes friends quickly. One older guy had a problem getting hard. He liked sampling his pals' sperm from my ass.
On the third day of this event the men were relaxed and comfortable with the free and easy sexual atmosphere.
Doc Roberts came over to me. "I have some older pals who would like to meet you." He said. "They are a bit over the hill, but they can still dream. I told him I would be glad to meet them.
Roberts signaled to them and they came over from the other side of the pool. Stuart was in his late 70s. He was a distinguished looking man, he was thin and tall but very thin. The other man was Stuart's 40-year-old, boy-toy, Trevor. Trevor was maybe five feet four or five. His head was hairless, but below he neck he was an otter. I knew that Trevor was an artist. Unlike most boy-toys, he was a well known portrait painter.
Stuart owned a summer home near the Blue Ridge. He got involved in wine making and had a vineyard. It was intended to be a tax-right off, but became a success. It wasn't a large business, but the wine won awards, and sold at a premium price. Trevor was brought up on a farm and took care of the vineyard. He painted in D.C. during the week and tended the vines on the weekends.
Trevor's mannerisms made the Virgin Mary seem like a dock worker. I later discovered Stuart had a serious heart problem and was looking for man to be a sexual replacement for Trevor. I had no idea this was the plan.
Trevor wasn't my type, but I am polite and accommodating. While he was effeminate, his sexual technique varied between bull in heat, and a desperate groupie hoping to be fucked by a star. Trevor was designed to please.
Henri had mentioned that I am adaptable and want to please everyone. The second Trevor's tongue licked my cock, all was well. While Trevor and I had different personalities we had similar sexual tastes.
Trevor's cock was a grower not a shower. He had an over-sized knob on a thick shaft. There was some confusion as we got into it.
Stuart was a top and had a strong domineering personality. He was a successful, driven to succeed man. He found Trevor when he was waiting tables at night and painting in the day. He was barely making a living. Stuart picked him up and discovered just how much he enjoyed sex with men. More correctly, he enjoyed sex with Trevor.
Stuart recognized Trevor had talent and subsidized his painting career. Trevor had talent and soon had a reputation as a gifted painter. Later Stuart discovered Trevor's skill with grapes. Their sexual relationship never changed. Trevor was a boy-toy even though he was a well known artist and had become wealthy. I later found out Stuart was dying of heart disease, and he selected me to be his replacement.
Sex with Trevor was good, but a bit odd. He was energetic and accommodating. While he was short, and slight, his cock was long and thick. After we sucked each other, I skewered myself on his cock. While I never was a boy scout, I was prepared. I had lubricated my ass in preparation for any anal eventualities. It was a good fit. I bounced on his tool for a while. The rolled over so he could pound me. It seemed as if he was a timid top, but he soon picked up the pace.
When he began to pull away, I held him in place. "I' going to shoot!" he cried.
"Fill me up," I ordered. "I want your sperm deep in me!" He shot off forcefully and I enjoyed each volley. I later found out that while Stuart liked to breed him, Trevor never released his sperm into Stuart's mouth or ass. From the strength of Trevor's ejaculations, Trevor had a lot to give. I glanced at Stuart. He looked liked a new father watching his baby walking for the first time.
Over the next few hours, Trevor and I had a nearly total exchange of sexual fluids in our mouths and asses. He took every drop, and all but used my cum as a garnish on his lunchtime sandwich. After lunch, I fell asleep as he was sucking me. When I woke-up. He was still sucking. I filled his mouth with cum to thank him.
That night Doc Robert's spent the night with me. Trevor joined us. I know he shot of in me three times. He shot off in Doc Roberts at least twice. Doc Roberts had an interesting quirk. An ejaculating cock in his ass, induced him to shoot off. I was sucking him so I took his load. Roberts was in his mid seventies, but his load was not geriatric drool. Somehow, his balls must have escaped the aging process. Later that night, I was sucking him as Trevor fucked him a second time. Again I took Roberts' man seed. Roberts wasn't my dream partner, but there is only so many loads of a man's sperm you can take without feeling affection.
Trevor went back to Stuart sometime during the night. Roberts was awake. "Have your ball refilled?" he asked. Seconds later we were in the sixty-nine positions. When I shot off he took my load as he shot off in my mouth. I had to swallow three times.
Three weeks later Stuart died after suffering a heart attack. Trevor had been at this studio in Washington D.C. Doc Roberts had gone by his house to check on Stuart. He was in his bed and looked as if he were sleeping. Doc said he looked as if he had just gone to bed. The lights were on and there was an open book was next him.
Doc was an executor of his estate and as you would expect everything was in order. Most of the estate was left to charity. The farm and wine operations were left to Trevor along with some stocks and bonds. Trevor was a successful artist and was doing well, so he was self-sufficient.
Trevor became a regular visitor the Rivanna Manor. He liked older men and they liked him. He was willing and friendly. Trevor painted local landscapes. Portraits were the meat and potatoes of his livelihood. The landscapes were relaxing fun for him.
His portraits were noted for being more than realistic images of his sitters. Some how, they conveyed something about the character of the sitter. The landscapes did the same. He caught special moments, atmospheric conditions and the spirit of place. Henri loved them and had them on display. Our guests loved them and Trevor.