The Home for Virgins

Published on Sep 9, 2022

Gay

The Home for Virgins 7

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 next day was a beautiful, early fall, sunny day. It was warm, but not hot. Breakfast was good. Our chef was working wonders with a traditional bacon and eggs menu.

Doc Roberts' talk the night before had been a success. He had presented man-to-man sex as pleasurable and exciting, but the men knew they weren't being forced to do anything. Many of the men were still timid, but they weren't afraid. They had begun to see sex as a natural activity, not as the devil's handiwork. They had watched male on male sex as being natural, not porn.

Later that morning I ran into Walt and Bob on a nature trail. They were with a young man named Fred. Fred was good looking and was their age. He had been home schooled by an aunt and uncle after his parents died. He had inherited his father's company, that had been run by his uncle, since Fred was five years old when his parents died.

Let's just say that his education was not comprehensive. His aunt emphasized the need to avoid degenerate men and women. Avoiding strangers was at the core of her moral lessons. His aunt and uncle had recently died. After Fred took control of the company he discovered they had been transferring company money to their personal accounts.

I had seen Fred sitting next to Walt at Doc Roberts' talk. Fred had stayed in his seat, but he sported an impressive erection. It had impressed Walt and Bob. Fred came with them to their room and Fred had a good time. He didn't suck, but Walt had licked Fred's knob. Fred's cock knew what to do, even if Fred didn't.

As we walked, we ran into Roger, my post master Santa, on the walk. I noticed an immediate response from Fred. I later found out that as a child, Santa was the loving, affectionate father figure that Fred's uncle was not. Roger is big, friendly and very nude. He wasn't hard, but he wasn't soft either. All three of the young men noticed.

We stopped at little gazebo labeled The Robin's Delight. Henri had placed these around the site to provide shelter and a place to rest. The gazebo was screened to control the bugs and had pillows on the benches. The gazebos were well suited for fornication without bugs or rain.

Fred sat next to Roger.

"I never guessed that we would find a naked Santa here," Walt said to Roger. "Are you into sex with guys?"

I sure am," Roger replied. "Looking like Santa could be a mixed blessing. I'm one of those guys who believes that if you are stuck with lemons, make lemonade. I'm not good looking but when I grew my beard, I became Santa. I didn't fool around much with guys until my wife died. She was a difficult woman."

"I realized a long time ago that am gay, and I am attracted to full-grown men with full grown-cocks." Roger said. "Playing Santa was fun, and it got me out of the house. I have no sexual attraction to children or adolescents. I did notice that some of the fathers were hot! By the way. I never had sex in my Santa suit. I don't like mixed messages. I like sex, not Santa."

"I'm not old enough to be daddy," Fred said. He sounded disappointed.

"Don't sell yourself short." Roger said. "You're a good looking man. I would hate to sound trashy, but in general, if you're interested, I'm interested."

"Guys are watching," Fred murmured.

"We all share the same interests," Roger said as he put his arm around Fred's shoulders. "Men can share love, affection and friendship. For me the first step is to share pleasure. Relax and take the first step. Don't think or worry. The only thing you need to do is feel pleasure."

"That is too intimate. It's so public here," Fred whispered.

Roger reached over and stroked Fred's cock. "Every one here is with the program. Relax and let yourself enjoy it," Roger whispered. "I realized that watching pals go at it gives some men pleasure. That is not a bad thing."

At one time I would have been worried that I might seem like an oversexed slut. That was a long time ago. I decided to demonstrate I was with the program. I got on the floor between Walt and Bob and alternated sucking them. We traded places several times and took turns sucking each other.

Roger and knew how to stimulate and inspire a shy man's cock. He was a gentle sucker and after five minutes of butterfly kisses on Fred's uncut cock, a blob of precum emerged his tender cock head. Fred surrendered to the pleasure. He shivered a little and tried to pull back.

"Let me take it," Roger said. "I've done all the work, I want the reward." His mouth enveloped Fred's cock. I could tell Roger was massaging the underside of Fred's cock with his tongue. Fred soon gave up the fight to hold in his sperm. He began to spurt his entire load into Roger's waiting mouth. Fred shivered with each ejaculation.

For Roger it was as if he had found the holy grail. It was almost reverential. Each spurt was a sacred gift from Fred's balls to Roger's mouth. Roger later told me that the first time a guy fed you his load, it should be special. The guy needed to feel his seed was appreciated as a gift of great value.

He later told me that Fred appreciated it. "I discovered that when I sucked off a forty-year-old carpenter. He was a nice, guy whose wife had been telling him he a failure and not the man she deserved. I treated his cum as if I had won the lottery and every spurt was liquid gold. It was the best sex the guy had has since he married the bitch.

I asked him if the man became a regular. He told me the next time he connected with him, he took his cock up the ass. "I saw pure happiness when I saw my carpenter friend pull his cock out of my ass. I saw drops of sperm dripping from his cock. They were the last remains of his orgasm." Roger recounted. "It was lovely."

"Did you ever fuck him?" I asked.

"Of course I did. He loved fucking me as did I. He was a normal man and he thought he owed me. For me his sperm expressed gratitude enough. Fucking him was nice but it wasn't required. When I fucked him his ass was tight, but I have my ways," Roger explained. "He was happy when I shot off in him."

I lost concentration on Roger's story because Walt was sucking me hunting for my special sauce. Seconds later I lost control and I shot off. Bob joined in feeding on my man seed. I was completely drained by the men.

We were all tired and rested for about five minutes. Walt shifted and began to suck Bob's cock. Much to my surprise, Fred went to Roger and began to suck his cock. This wasn't an "I guess I should suck his now," situation. Fred was genuinely enthusiastic as he swallowed Roger's tool. I didn't know if it was Santa's or Roger's cock to Fred. Roger's cock was not small, but Fred had no problem at all.

Walt and Bob had a good time. We soon formed threesome. That didn't last long since Trevor came by on his way to paint. He joined us. It had taken me a while to discover that Trevor was a shy and retiring sex maniac. He wasn't aggressive but when he encountered a sexual situation, he wanted to please himself and his partners.

Stewart, his late partner, liked men who could pass as a boy-toy. Trevor shaved his body to achieve the boyish effect. Five months after Stuart died, Trevor had let nature take it course. He now had a hairy chest with a treasure trail to his bush. He had grown an unruly beard that gave him a slightly Bohemian look. He looked a little like the image of an artist living in Greenwich Village in the 1950s.

Trevor was not a member of the Rivanna House staff, but he was willing to sexually engage with needy men. Trevor claimed his had the perfect cock for an anal virgin. His cock could go deep without stretching or hurting the sphincter.

I was occupied with Walt and Bob. Walt was on his back with his cock sticking straight up. How I ended up skewering myself on it is a puzzle. His cock was a good fit, but I also had a strong feeling that his cock grew larger in my ass. Both of us knew it was a prefect fit. Walt and I fell in love.

It wasn't head over heels love. It was pure prostate-cock love. It was so intense I was afraid I would pass out. I didn't, but when I could think again I saw that shy and timid Trevor's cock was deep in Bob's ass. Bob was gently moaning as Trevor's cock explored his ass.

Walt rolled me over as his urge to shoot off grew. He forcefully climaxed. I could feel each massive ejaculation. When the major ejaculations diminished, his cock periodically twitched. I could feel the last spurts of sperm entering my ass one or two minutes later.

Roger seem to take on Fred as a project. He thought Fred needed a slow and easy introduction to gay sex. Fred never considered sex as a major aspect of life. I don't think he knew it might possibly be pleasurable. Fred's Uncle thought pleasure in life was a frill. For him you might encounter pleasure if you had a gap in your schedule after you did the important stuff. Fred didn't even consider that you might integrate pleasure into your day to day life. Roger was the postmaster. He was serious about getting mail to where it had to go. While a lost or late letter might be insignificant, it might be important too. With medicines arriving by mail. Checks, doctor's appointments and important letters go through the mail, Roger was serious and obsessive. He managed to enjoyed himself too. He had been trapped by his wife's illnesses, but he was free now. He wanted to teach Fred how to enjoy himself.

Santa's cock filled a need for Fred. Fred didn't know he had the need until Roger's cock caressed Fred's prostate. Emotional fireworks exploded in Fred.

"It's too much," Fred cried.

Santa knew what Fred needed. He gently rubbed the tender gland until Fred shot off. I licked the opalescent drops and then licked the cum drooling from Fred's cock. Santa continued to rub Fred's prostate as I kissed his cock. As I sucked Fred's cock I assumed his balls were fully drained.

Santa has a four alarm orgasm in Fred's ass. That induced Fred to have a second orgasm. I took every drop. I was taking the fruits of Fred's orgasm as his ass filled with Santa's sperm. Fred became a different man as I took his load.

We returned to Rivanna house for lunch. All of us were satisfied. We had a quiet afternoon around the pool. Some men had made peace with gay sex after the previous nights demonstration.

When we returned to Rivanna House, I was sort of a celebrity. It turns out that when you are naked and having sex with several men in front of an audience of naked men, the audience tends to make assumptions about you.

In most cases that was not good. The reason for this get together was to encourage shy and timid gay men to relax and be comfortable being gay and having sex with gay men. I was the sexual poster boy. Every one knew I was comfortable with naked gay men and with erect cocks and had obvious taste for warm sperm, served straight from the cock. It turns out that you can be most embarrassed when false opinions of you are 100% true. My slutty nature came to the rescue.

After lunch the men lounged around the pool and relaxed. This afternoon might best be considered to be a tasteful, slow motion orgy. I discovered some unexpected things about myself. While shooting off multiple times in an afternoon was difficult, the men were satisfied with precum. My cock drools like a leaking faucet. Only a few of my admirers tasted sperm, but many tasted an excited cock.

I also discovered that I was genuinely excited by every cock that climaxed in my mouth. I thought I would get tired and lose interest. That didn't happen. Bubbahotep and Skeeter had joined the group. Trevor and Roger were always on the hunt. It was a good afternoon.

The men who joined in the orgy were naked, hard, and sexually engaged in front of other men. That was a first for them and they became more comfortable the longer they were there. Henri was happy.

Doc Roberts' "lecture," the night before had been well received by our guests. At dinner we announced a second lecture titled "Advanced Techniques." The primary focus of his lecture was anal sex and ways to induce orgasms. The men had greatly enjoyed the live demonstrations of the night before.

Twenty-five to thirty men had been in our audience the night before. Many men had trouble seeing the action. Henri noted that most of them had phones with cameras. We had a staff photographer, Luke. Roger asked if he would take close up videos. Luke said he could broadcast them to the audience. This would give all the men close-up views of the action.

Frank and I are not shy. Trevor was shy but was excited by exhibitionism. Walt was proud of his body, and willing to show it off. We had men on our staff who were okay with public display of their most intimate body parts. For them public exhibition sex acts was a turn on not an embarrassment.

I was afraid that Doc's second lecture would attract fewer men. I was wrong about that. The men may not have been interested in getting fucked, but they had no problem watching it.

Doc took the podium and began his lecture. "My first talk here was an introduction to man sex. Sucking cock is simple, easy and produces great results. The only problems are that you have to be careful about teeth, and you need to decide if you want to take the load or not. You can make that choice in a case-by-case basis."

"Anal sex, the polite way to say taking it up the ass, is more complicated," Roberts explained. "Some of you may have noted that cock sizes vary greatly. Fortunately, they all work the same and shoot off the same. Assholes are varied too. In general I would say seventy to eighty percent of cocks will fit in an average ass eventually. The word "eventually" is important." Roberts continued.

"Sometimes it takes a while to get the cock in the hole and for the top and the bottom to get comfortable. Some men like dry fucks with no lubricant. That is not the way to make instant friends," Doc explained. The men laughed.

"That is especially true of the first time you fuck a guy. When I fuck a man, I want to make love to him and get closer and more intimate with him. Some men want to dominate their partner to show him who's boss," he continued. "I think the rape and dominate approach is high risk. High risk is always a problem, especially since the success rate is limited. I would be remiss if I didn't mention that you might be arrested for rape."

"I am partial to the probe and investigate approach." Doc Roberts explained. "I know some men have unexpected hot places. I use my cock to locate and stimulate those places. Some times I realize that while I was leisurely sucking a cock, savoring a man's precum, I may encounter a surprise flood of sperm. At one time that shocked me. Now I see it as a tribute to my sucking skills. When a man feeds you his most private bodily fluids I think of it as a thank you gift."

"If a man drains his balls into me it is intensely private. Only he and I know he has climaxed. As he pulls out some sperm may drip from my ass. Once and a while a guy who is very neat will clean it up. If he uses a wash cloth the clean it up, that is one thing. If he uses his tongue that is entirely different."

"What do you do when that happens," a man asked.

"I usually relax my ass and let more sperm drool from it," Doc replied. "I'm done with it. He might as well enjoy it the remains of the orgasm. You boys might have noticed I tend to be open minded." The men laughed.

Frank, Trevor and I alternated as the bottoms as Doc illustrated fucking techniques. Trevor's asshole had true star quality. He could keep it open after Doc shot off in him. Our photographer, Luke, captured Doc's sperm quivering in Trevor's hole. Luke got excited. Soon his tongue was at Trevor's ass, coaxing the opalescent sperm from the hole.

After about a half hour, the lecture converted into a quiet and refined orgy. Henri called it an Orgy Lite. Five or six of the men dipped their toes into the world of anal sex for the first time. More than half had a good time and the others were okay with it. I told them that while cock sucking was almost always good, anal required the right cock.

I possessed the right cock for two of the men and Frank's cock did the trick for another man. I knew that I liked sex, and most of the time I recognized that I liked sex a lot. I mentioned that to Henri and he all but rolled on the floor he laughed so hard.

"They say that to know your self is the first step to knowledge," he said. "I'm afraid you tripped up on that step. You are what was once called an oversexed libertine. That was an insult. To me, you are my best and most valuable friend. That you are calm and steady man who just happens to be oversexed and has a cock and an ass that gets four star reviews on trip advisor."

"That seems to be a bit overstated," I said.

"Have you checked your social calendar recently?" Henri asked.

He was right about that.

Next: Chapter 8


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