The Initiation By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you do not like that, DO NOT read it! You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, and is not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual. I have made no effort to portray safe sex practices. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
Let me begin by saying I am not in a club or fraternity. Well, if all of us are part of the fraternity of man, I am dues paying member of the gay section of mankind. I am not talking about introducing men to gay sex. I am part of an effort for experienced gay men to move to the next level. In simple terms, it was an effort for horny men to find new, more intense ways to screw like rabbits and shoot their loads. We wanted wild sex and spectacular orgasms.
I am Sam Kinkaid and Johnny was my oldest and closest friend. I had known him since kindergarten. He moved away when we were 30 and came back to take care of his parents when he was 45. We kept in touch, but we had grown apart. I was auditor for the city. He was an entrepreneur. That is the short way to say to took care of his parents' money. When his parents died, he was a wealthy man. We moved in different circles, but we were still friends.
I am gay and I had a friend who had parties. They were usually made up of ten or twelve men who liked sex, but had been unlucky at love. We all got naked and did what naked gay men do. It would have been an orgy, but it was less frenzied and without wine or grapes.
I was surprised when Johnny came to a party. We had done some of the "you show me yours if I show you mine," stuff as kids, but nothing since then. We had still been kids when I discovered that I liked mature men. Johnny had been a nice kid, now he was a hot man. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but we talked and soon resurrected our friendship. We had more in common than before.
The parties had one or two young men in attendance, five or six middle-aged men and a geezer or two. There were some who mostly watched, some who found a playmate and stuck with him and a few who liked it all. Johnny and I were in the last group. I would guess activity there was 60-70% oral, and 40-30% anal.
Johnny became a regular at the party along with the hosts, Terry and Tony, and me. The four of us were the most active members of the group. Terry and Johnny were mostly tops. Tony and I were bottoms, but we were all willing to take any role if necessary.
After one party, the four of us talked before we were the last to leave. This was unusual since there wasn't much talking at the parties. Conversation is difficult with a cock in your mouth. Tony said he never thought that he knew a man until his cock felt the inside of his ass. Johnny said that a nice sperm deposit was his seal of approval. I said a little sperm trading usually sealed the deal for me.
"I like the bottom," Tony said. "but it is nice when a guy opens his ass for you and lets you play."
"This may sound strange, but I have been assuming we are all gay. Am I right about that?" Terry asked with a smile.
"Let's just say I have gay tendencies," I said. "They seem to get stronger when I am with naked men." The guys laughed.
"I seem to recall that they get even stronger when I shoot a load in your ass," Johnny said. "It seems you wanted more. Have you ever taken more than one load?"
"Once or twice maybe, but I am more than willing to take three or four," I replied.
Terry continued, "What would make the parties better?"
"Some of the men are picky and seem to have limited number of tricks in their sexual repertoire,"[BW1] Johnny said. "I know there are different strokes for different folks, but it seems to me that getting a blow job and going home isn't quite enough."
"Some men look good and are nice guys, but aren't open to the possibilities, are they?" Tony said. We all knew who Tony was talking about.
"Sometimes Jules is over fastidious," Terry said. "He likes to suck, but is terrified of cum. He spends half the time making sure you tell him when you are going to shoot."
"And the other half making sure that every drip, spurt and splatter is cleaned from the floor. He also finds a playmate and then hogs him for an hour or so." Tony said, completing his friend's sentence. "I admit I like vanilla sex, sucking and fucking, but I like a lot of it. It would be nice if it was uninhibited and a bit wild, with everyone involved and excited. We have sex parties; I would love to be in an orgy."
"I don't know about you, but I know a couple of men who might fit the bill. Some are a bit eccentric and uncouth, but they love man sex and are uninhibited," Terry said. "I am wondering if you guys know some men like that?"
"I might know one or two guys," Tony volunteered.
"I have a few pals who might give it a spin," I said. Johnny said he might know have some friends who would like a trip on the wild side.
"There is one problem. We are all friends. I would be afraid I would invite the wrong sort of guy. Not all gay men wear coats and ties to work," I said. "I know of one man who is a sexual dynamo, but seems to have been raised by wolves. He is good, but crude and graceless."
"I assume that we all play around some. I thought I might had a problem watching a guy fuck Tony. It was a turn on, not a problem. After you guys leave, I'm going to fuck his sperm filled ass for an hour or two," Terry said. The conversation continued for a little while and Johnny and I went home. Tony said he would call us in a week to see if we found some new playmates for the group.
The next day, I called my auto mechanic, Buster, and told him that I had heard about a possible orgy. I asked if he might be interested. Buster gave me a breezy, "Shit yes!" reply. He then asked if there would be some fucking. I said yes, adding there would be shooting off, breeding and cum eating too. That was the right answer for him.
I then said that the men giving the party expected the guests to give and take. I then asked if that was a problem.
"My asshole doesn't have calluses on it, but I kind of like to ride a bronco once and a while. I've never been a cum dump, but I don't mind trading the special sauce, if you know what I mean," he said. Buster was a definite yes.
A few days later I contacted Rufus. He was a former marine with the sex drive of an elephant, and short one leg, courtesy of the Afghanistan War. He said was interested, but he was sensitive about the missing leg and associated scars.
I told him the parts of him the other guys were interested in were not scared or damaged. Since I was a bottom, I asked him if he bottomed. He had always fucked me. He told me that wasn't a problem, his fuckable part was in good shape. He would join us.
I called Tony and told him I had two friends. He was pleased. "Sam, you are the first one to get back to me," he said. "That's a good start." He paused briefly. "I have a little private thing I need to talk about with you. Do you have time?" I said yes.
"I have three pals who might be interested. They know me well. Actually, they know me too well. I am afraid Terry might be jealous," he said. "Are you really into this orgy thing? I was hoping you could play with them so Terry wouldn't know."
"Are they good in bed?" I asked.
Tony laughed. "Oh yes, they are good and they are generous."
"I have a confession to make. I get excited meeting strangers. There is something about meeting a stranger, getting naked and taking his cock in my ass ten minutes later that rings my chimes. My inner slut loves it," I said.
"My pals are enthusiastic with hard cocks and well-lubricated asses. If you are into it, they are just as excited and willing," he said. "By the way, one of them is black. He is a gentle giant, but the emphasis is on giant. Is that a problem?"
"Not for me," I said.
Three days later I ran into Dennis, the UPS man. He sometimes included a sperm delivery along with a package. Several times he managed to make his deliveries at lunch time, when he could spend twenty to thirty minutes to make a proper delivery. I correctly assumed he would be interested. I asked if could take a load in return. He told me that he liked that. He had only recently discovered his hole's sexual potential.
I called Tony to give him Dennis' name, but got Terry. He said he would tell Tony, and then we had almost the same conversation with me about his relationships with other men. He didn't want Tony to know his relationships tended to be more intense and not at all casual. I said I would help occupy their attention.
Johnny found two men, Chris, the choir director at his church, and Ed, professor at a local university. That weekend Johnny and I had lunch with Terry and Tony.
Terry's contribution included Dr. Bill, a medical doctor who wanted to test all of the men; Gus, who owned a liquor store, and a house painter named Arnold. Tony had found, Jim, a drama professor; Donnie, a waiter and Tyrone, a man who was on disability, but the disability didn't include his genitals.
That made a talent pool of fifteen. I assumed some would be busy on the party day, and others might get cold feet. I hoped we would have a party of ten or twelve.
Johnny owned a secluded cottage in woods on the edge of town, he offered it as a site for the event. Doc Bill was insistent on the testing, and we would tell our recruits and have them work it out. I thought that might be objectionable, but my pals liked it. If you are having an all fucking and sucking sperm fest, a clean bill of health reduces anxiety.
I went to see Doc Bill a few days later after his regular hours. I was there with Tyrone and Chris, the choir director. Tyrone was Black, a Vet and he suffered brain damage in the Gulf. That damage primarily affected his eyesight. He was legally blind. He was a muscleman, and affable. Chis was tall, clean-cut and bland.
When Doc Bill wasn't wearing his scrubs, I assumed he wore tie-dyed tee shirts. He was a bearded hippy type. Doc told us that everyone who had come in had passed the test and all was well. While his attitude was informal he exuded competence. He said he had never been to a party like the one we were planning. He asked if any of us had been to one. I said I had and it was enjoyable.
"Did it take long to get into it?" Chris asked. "I've never been to a party where everyone was into it. I went to one where you slipped off to be basement for blow job. Everyone pretended they didn't know what was going on. I was with a pal. He gave me a quickie."
"It doesn't take long," I said. "We are hoping all of the guys at this party are into it big time. I have to admit I get excited when I connect with a new man."
"I've never done anything like this, but I'm pretty sure I will like it," Chris said. "I did meet some guys in the park at one time. I was young and it was scary."
"Did you go back for more?" Doc asked.
"A few times," Chris answered. "It would be a little more accurate to say I went back every time I could." We laughed.
Doc said there were a few men who hadn't been to see him, but we were all negative
"I know I will like it," Tyrone said. "Tony said it would be all hands on deck, naked and lubricated. I don't want you to think I'm a sex maniac, but I like the fuck first, get the guy's name later approach to sex! I'm always been horny as shit."
"Are you horny now?" Chris asked.
"It's been a month since I last fucked a guy. Are you interested in taking a ride on Black Beauty?" Tyrone asked. From the look on Chris' ace, he was willing.
"Maybe I had better close for the night and lock the front door," Doc said. "I have a private room in the back."
Five minutes later we were all naked in the back room. Tyrone was spectacularly muscular and hung. Doc was an otter, slim and hairy. That happened to be my favorite flavor of man.
"I've never take anything as big as that," Chris said, looking at Tyrone's tool. "Damn I want it!" he added.
"If you want it, I can find a way to get it in you!" Tyrone replied.
"This is your lucky day, Chris," Doc said. "Through study and some real-life experimentation, I am an expert in getting big organs in tight places. Don't worry, there is a doctor present!" There was an examination table with stirrups in the room. Chris got on the table Tyrone got in position. Doc and I provided encouragement and did the lubricating.
Doc guided the cock into the hole. Tyrone was a careful top and he eased into Chris's hole. He stopped whenever Chris winced, massaging the problem area before he pushed deeper.
"I used to be more slap dash about fucking. I liked to go deep on the first thrust," Tyrone said as his worked into the choir director's rear. "I liked it, but I didn't get many return customers. Since I'm blind, return customers are pretty much essential. I can't go cruising anymore."
Chris was moaning. Tyrone was pulsing his cock, pushed deeper into Chris with each pulse. "Shooting off is great, but now that I take it slower, I can work up to an orgasm slowly and gradually. Fifteen or twenty minutes of sex is better than a five-minute quickie."
"I don't know if I could take twenty minutes of this," Chris moaned as he rotated his ass massaging Tyrone's invader.
"You're going to be just fine with it," Tyrone purred. It was soon clear that Chris was a needy and demonstrative bottom.
Doc was behind me as I watched and he got closer. His cock was soon rubbing my ass crack. He was a little shorter than I am. He scrunched down and bent over a little. My hole and his cock met. Technically he had an oversupply of precum, but it was just right for me.
As a doctor, he knew the exact location of my prostate, and he massaged it with his knob. When he pushed in deeper, the curve of his cock maintained the pressure on my prostate. I am modestly experienced, but this was new to me. the pleasure was so intense, I almost begged him to stop. I didn't because I couldn't think straight or even speak. I couldn't hold back, so I shot off over Chris' torso. He shot off too, and Doc shifted me so I could suck Chris' spewing cock.
My mind was confused, but I think that was when Tyrone let loose in Chris. Doc was still ejaculating into my ass as I swallowed Chris's man seed. We slowly broke apart and disentangled. Chris was still oozing Tyrone licked the remains as it dribbled from his cock. He had one final ejaculation. Tyrone took that too. I took Tyrone home.
"You like cock caviar too?" he asked. I said that I did.
"Chris's spooge seemed sweet to me, not bitter like some," he added. "Would you take mine and tell what it tastes like? I've sampled some, but I have no idea what another man would think."
"Sure, I will," I said. "I'm hoping that the guys at the party will be open about eating and trading sperm. Do you shoot a big load?"
"I do. That's one of the reasons I top. I make a mess and it nice when I deposit it deep up an ass," Tyrone replied.
The party was to be the next weekend.
On Saturday at noon, I picked up Buster and Tyrone and we drove to the party. Tyrone lived a few blocks from me. They got along well, sharing war stories and common experiences. Buster had been a Marine.
I had been to Johnny's cottage as a kid. It had seemed a long way from town then. It was much closer but more secluded than I remembered. The property had grown up and the house wasn't visible from the street.
Terry showed us to the Barn. The Barn was a carriage house that Johnny's parents had converted to a exercise room and guest room. At one time, they had a caretaker who lived there, he had free rent in exchange for keeping an eye on the place. It was next to the pool and served as a changing room-shower. We stripped at the door, putting our clothes in a bag.
Johnny gave us all a little pouch on a chain containing a little tube of lubricant and a bottle of poppers. He then introduced Jim and Ed the professors, Gus, Donnie, the waiter. A few minutes later Doc, Dennis and Arnold arrived. Chris was the last to arrive. He had a friend with him, Teddy, another choir director. Rufus had to go to a family event, and he was the only no show. You have images of gay men from TV and Movies. Our collection of men was a mixed bag of quite different men, nothing like the homogenized men in the media.
Jim and Tyrone were horse hung and stood out. Donnie was small, and birdlike. Tony introduced him as an insatiable cum hound and bottom. He said Ed had a short fuse, but he had an equally short recharge time. Gus was a large Ed Asner type. Buster was a bearish body builder. Dennis was a short bearish man.
I thought there would be an uncomfortable getting to know you period. I forgot that all of us were gay, over sexed and excited. It took five or six minutes to get involved in meaningful sexual activity.
Unexpectedly, Donny got the ball rolling. He went over to Tyrone. A minute later, he was moaning in pleasure as he impaled himself on Tyrone's monster cock. Tyrone was the strong silent type; Donny was not. It took a few minutes to get it all in him, and we had a second by second account of how good it was from Donny. He complained it was too big, but he remained hard as a rock. He wiggled, twitched and moaned until every inch was in him.
Once it was in, Donny used his sphincter to stroke Tyrone's meat. "This guy ain't no virgin," Tyrone commented. I think that was high praise for Donny's bottom skills. I was next to Chris and Teddy. Chris went over to Ed.
"I've never seen guys fucking before," Teddy said. "I'm sort of new to this." I stroked his erect cock. He was hard as a rock.
"You seem to like it," I remarked with a smile.
"I went a little crazy when Chris fucked me. It was embarrassing," Teddy said. "I'm shy, but I couldn't control myself." I patted him on the ass. He shifted to give better access to his ass. my hand drifted and discovered his lubricated hole.
"Is Chris the only guy who has fucked you?" I asked.
"He is sort of the only one. My old next door neighbor did me once, but it wasn't very good," he said and then added in a whisper, "Doc did me. It was really good!"
"Does the idea of a complete stranger fucking you until he fills your ass with his cum excite you?" I asked.
"Would that be a bit slutty?" he asked.
"Actually, I think it's a lot slutty. In my experience, a cock filled with cum, makes up for being a slut," I said.
Buster came up behind Teddy and poked his cock at Teddy's hole. "I don't know if you like to entertain on the back porch, but if you open the door, I'd be glad to have some fun with you," Buster said. Teddy spread his legs wider. A second later he was in deep. Teddy moaned and began to wiggle his ass, massaging Buster's tool.
"He's shy," I said to Buster.
He smiled. "It's amazing how quickly you make friends here, isn't it," he said.
I went over to Jim, the horse-hung professor who was standing alone. "You look lonely," I said as I fondled his equipment. I dropped to my knees and sucked his uncut cock to life.
"I take it that you are never lonely when there is a cock in your mouth?" he said. I looked up and saw he was smiling. He was already half-hard and it was huge.
I smiled. "I like to make friends quickly," I said. I stood, and he dropped to his knees. A few moments later I knew he was a master cock sucker. in a few more seconds, we were on the floor in the sixty-nine position. I couldn't get all of it in my mouth, but it was good.
He soon moved an I thought it was over. He suddenly straddled me and sat on my cock. Jim did it in one swift movement. He began making undulating movements, sort of like an Hula dance on my cock as his sphincter firmly gripped my cock.
Sexual excitement causes strange emotional responses. I felt as if I was in love, head-over-heels in love. Gay men sometimes call the ass a love canal, and I understood what they meant. He bent over and kissed me. that was good, but only a part of my cock was in him. I wasn't in love anymore. When he sat up and my cock slid deep into his ass again, the sensations of intense love returned. the party was already a success.