The Motel 3 By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
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I didn't get back to the Motel for several months. I wanted to get there, but there was a lot of business to do and settling my parents' estate was more complicated than I would have thought. Dad had secret accounts hidden in out-of-town banks. He was apparently slightly paranoid and was afraid some one was after his money. It was annoying, but with each account I became richer.
While this was getting worked out I had a call from a man named Al. He said he was a friend of Uncle Newton and Newton told him we shared common interests. I told him I got along with Newton, his family and his pals.
"A year ago, I ran into them at a motel out west and we got along really well," Al said. "They were a great bunch of guys. By the way, they were impressed by you and your pal Butch."
"They were easy to get along with," I replied.
"I have some pals here who are let's say, accommodating. They are mostly older men, and a bit timid, but they still like to play with friends," Al continued. "This is our home town, so we tend to be discrete. You don't need to worry about that."
We talked a little longer and he invited me to meet later that week. Al called me the day before we were supposed to meet told me that several of his friends wanted to meet me. He asked if I was okay with that. "I need to warn you my pals are a bit playful. Would that bother you?"
I said it would be okay, but we might just play it by ear. Al said that was fine with him. We met at a farm house three or four miles outside of town. There was one, late model car there and a man sitting on the front porch. I parked and walked over to him.
"Are you Briscoe? I am Al," he said. Al was a tall, slightly stocky guy. I recognized him as the owner of a local car dealership which had adds on television adds on late night. He was loud on the TV but was soft spoken. We went in the house.
"This was my parents house. Mom died a year ago and my brother wants the house. He is in the mid-east working for an oil company, so I am keeping the place in good shape until he gets back. It was an older house filled with antique furniture. I heard a car drive up, and shortly two men joined us. One was Dapper Don, a local television personality. He had been a star ten or twenty years ago, but now was doing the early morning news and weather. He was best known for his wigs, which rarely seemed to fit properly. The other man introduced himself as George. He was older, well dressed and said he was retired.
The trio was friendly, and we chatted. Dapper Don got to the point. "Al told us he had been to an event he attended out to the west at a motel. We are a group of likeminded men who enjoy each other's company. Al told us our frolics were rather tame compared to those at the motel," he said.
"You might say our play is unimaginative. Don thinks we need to kick it up a bit and be more adventurous." George said. "I thought that was too much, but as I have been thinking about it more, I figure "What the Hell. We are not getting any younger and you only live once."
A motorcycle drove on and a man dressed in leather came in. I knew him. He was Doug of Doug's Repair and Body Shop. He had been repairing my cars for years. "Sorry I'm late," he said. "Did I miss anything?" Dapper Don said no, we had just been talking things over.
"I have been to the motel parties and they were wild. The men there didn't seem to be at all shy or timid," I said. "I am sort of new to the scene and I don't think I am well suited to be your sexual guide. I'm pretty conservative and not out going."
"That is what we are looking for," Al said. "Newton told me you got into it pretty quickly and enthusiastically. Did you enjoy it?"
"To tell the truth, I enjoyed it far more than I thought I would," I said.
"Did you do anything that you regret or wouldn't do again?" Doug asked.
"Actually, no. It was all good for me," I said.
"I just heard about this from Al," Doug said, "Can you tell me more about it?"
"It was a pure, unadulterated sex party. Everyone was polite, but the objective was to suck and fuck. No one was rude or nasty, but as far as I could tell, every cock could be sucked, every ass fucked. It seemed as if everyone was willing. I surprised myself to discover that everyone included me," I explained.
"Even fucking?" George asked. I nodded.
"It wasn't exactly all please and thank you," I explained. "I was sucking a guy and another man came up and began to lubricate my ass. He worked his finger into me and then asked if I wanted something bigger. My mouth was full, so I didn't say no. He was slow and easy until he popped through my sphincter."
"Was he big?" Al asked.
"He was big enough," I replied.
"Did any more big guys do you?" Doug asked.
I said, "Yes, it turned out that my ass had more capacity than I thought. Some men shot off in me. There was a guy there who liked to clean up drooling asses. That was good."
"What happened next?"
"That is a little embarrassing. I took another guy's cock. When he shot off, my clean up man was there to take the remains of his load as he pulled out, and then tongued my ass to take the cum drooling from it," I said.
"What was the clean-up man like?" George asked.
"He was a nice guy," I replied, "He had a long tongue!" They all laughed.
"I am getting hard, do any of you want to get naked and have some fun?" Al asked. "The bed is upstairs!"
We were all naked in the bedroom a few minutes later. I thought I would play it cool, but it's hard for a gay man to be with four other naked gay men and not be excited. Doug and I were almost fully erect. Dapper Dan, Al and George were close behind. Doug sported a thick, beefy, uncut organ. He was a gorilla, stocky, hairy and muscular. His foreskin did a strip tease and his cock head slowly emerged form the shroud. It was purple and almost bisected but his wide slit. A glimmer of light sparkled on the bead of precum that emerged from the slit.
George was in good shape, with a long cock and well-groomed chest hair. Al was tall and thin. His cock was thin and framed by low hanging balls. Dapper Dan's body was scrawny and had gone to pot. He clearly didn't exercise. His cock was big and almost pretty. It would have been perfect for a Greek Statue, if Greek statues were well-hung.
I went for Doug and immediately discovered his tool was a precum soda fountain. I sucked and fondled his balls. I like precum fresh, so I worked my tongue into his wide slit. Dapper Dan came over to us and I was able to suck them both. Dapper had a short fuse, and he shot off. I took his cum while not neglecting Doug's member.
Dapper pulled away to recharge, while George replaced him in my mouth. Al got on the floor, so he could suck me.
"Do you bottom?" Doug asked. "I've never fucked before."
"Do you?" I asked.
"I never have, but I've never had anyone who I wanted to have in my ass," he said. "We have been all oral so far."
"Doug's wife died six months ago, so he's still trying things out," Al said. "As I said, we've not been too adventurous."
"You were heterosexual until now?" I asked.
"I got married in high school. We settled down and had three kids. My wife wasn't much interested in sex after the kids were born. When she died, I ran into Al, and we hit it off. I mean we really hit it off. I think I may always have been gay, but I pretended I was straight. I know sex was never that good until I started messing with men."
His cock was thick, so I suggested that I might sit on it to see if it fit. Doug got on the bed and I lubricated his cock and my ass. I then straddled him, positioned his cock at my hole and sitting back. His knob had just touched my sphincter when I felt him spurting. It tickled, and my sphincter opened, inviting him deeper into my ass.
He was moaning and twitching. With each twitch he went deeper. I got carried away and bounced. Each time I did that he ejaculated more. He was a bit big for me to take easily, but the lube and his sperm eased the way. I got off his cock and he fell asleep. When I stood, Al asked if I could take another cock.
"You don't mind that my ass had already been used?" I asked.
"Somehow I think that might make it better," he replied. Al's cock was longer, but much thinner than Doug's organ and it was an easy fit. I would have graded it as a "B" until he got into it. I think he got a little harder as he thrust deep. He took nine or ten minutes to pop.
George had to get to a golf game and the group broke up. Maybe I should have felt used after the two men fucked me, but I felt fine and thought of it as charity work. A few days later I was sitting with Butch on the front porch of my house. Doug walked by with his dog. He came over and chatted. Fifteen minutes later one of those odd summer thunderstorms blew-up. We went inside, and I offered them a beer.
"I mentioned your playgroup to Butch," I said. "He's interested if you guys are still interested."
"I couldn't be more interested, and I am pretty sure the other guys feel the same way," Doug said. "I was worried you might have been turned off since you were on the receiving end."
"That wasn't a problem for me at all," I said.
Butch laughed. "Does receiving end mean what I think it means?" he asked.
Doug blushed and said, "I am embarrassed, but I don't know if I am embarrassed because of what I did, or that I enjoyed it so much."
"In my experience, embarrassment vanishes if you enjoy it," Butch said. "For years I was worried about by image as a rough and tumble guy. Now, I don't give a damn as long as it feels good. I like the top, but I like it when a pal takes a trip into my shooting range and hit's a bull's eye."
"I'm not sure you can select what gives you sexual pleasure. A good part of it may be hard wired into your system," I said. We talked until the rain stopped and Butch and his dog left. I had a feeling Butch and Doug would get along well.
Two days later, Al called and said he was having a party at his parents' house Saturday afternoon starting at one. I called Butch and he was available. Doug called me later and asked if I could make it. I said yes, and he was pleased.
Butch and I got there at 1:00. Al, Dapper Dan, George were there with Mayor Donaldson, Judge Williams and three monks who Al introduced as Brothers Anthony, Michael and Thomas. They were older men, in their late fifties. Doug arrived a few minutes later.
Butch and I were the new men, and Butch was the star attraction. He was muscular and brawny. The men were uneasy, but I could see that Mayor Donaldson was firming up, as were Dapper Dan and Al. The drapes were pulled in the house and the lighting low.
"Hey guys, we all know why we are here, so why don't we all get comfortable and get friendly. For those of you who don't know Briscoe and Butch, they are members of the club, and aren't the type to kiss and tell," Al said.
"To be completely truthful, I don't kiss much, but I can do a lot of other things," Butch added. The men laughed.
"I think I mentioned to you that Briscoe and Butch are used to get togethers like ours. Those events were more daring and varied than ours," Al said.
"I can tell you from personal experience, it was shocking to me, but intensely pleasurable." I added. The men all stripped and gathered in little clusters.
I was with the Mayor and Brother Michael. Donaldson was a big ginger bear. Michael was a tall, thin otter. Donaldson was half hard, Michael was fully erect.
"How do we get the ball rolling?" Donaldson asked looking at me. "You are the expert."
"I'm mostly new to the scene, but everything I've tried has been good," I said as I dropped to my knees and licked both cocks.
"Damn, you can read my mind!" Donaldson exclaimed. I tasted precum his silt. He was ready.
"I'm afraid I'm going to shoot off now," Brother Michael said.
"Man seed is the food of the gods, let me know when you're on the edge and I'll take every drop," I replied. "If you shoot I'll take it as a tribute to my sucking skills." When I said that, Donaldson spurted a glob of precum into my mouth.
"Let me do the sucking, if you don't mind. I might be able to hold back my orgasm," Michael said. I stood, and Michael took our cocks. He was enthusiastic.
I leaned close to Donaldson and whispered, "Your precum is a treat. Is your cum as good?"
"I like it," he said, "but no one has taken it before."
"I can take it in the mouth or ass. It's your choice," I said.
"I've fucked a few men and loved it, but I never shot off in them," he said. "Would you want to do me if I do you?"
"I would like to do you, but I love it in my ass," I said. "I don't require reciprocation."
"Are you men plotting?" Michael asked. He stood, and Donaldson assume sucking duties.
"Not exactly, we were just planning the evenings events," I said. "We talked about sucking and fucking."
"I like sucking," he said. "A few guys have fucked me. That wasn't so good."
"Were they rough?" I asked. He nodded. "Have you fucked a man?" He shook his head.
"Michael, there is a good chance you will have a very good time tonight," I said. I realized I might be the only one in the group that liked the bottom. I briefly worried that my ass might be over used, but then laughed to myself. I wasn't that virginal.
"Hey guys, it's time to switch partners. I want you to get to know each other before things get more serious," Al said.
I was soon with Judge Williams and Brother Anthony. Williams was a fiftyish, blond, retired Marine with a crew cut. He was smooth, and muscular. He was also a take charge guy. Brother Anthony was short, hairy and plump. He had no obvious muscles but a large, uncut cock and huge balls.
"Tony here is really shy, but he's a nice guy. He shoots buckets of cum. It makes a big mess," Williams said. Tony blushed.
"Have you boys ever traded your special sauce?" I asked.
"I'm not sure I can do that," Williams said.
"I know you can do it. It's a question of desire," I said as I bent over to suck Williams. His cock had a downward curve, and I was able to deep throat him.
"Oh baby, that's good," he moaned. I was on my knees and alternated sucking Williams and Tony. Tony wasn't quite as hard as Williams, but he leaked sweet precum continuously. Williams seemed to like Tony's home brew.
"I'm getting close!" Tony moaned. He spurted immediately, both Williams and I took some of it. Williams backed away, but I moved closer to take Tony's cock cream. Plentiful was hardly the word for it.
Buster was with George and Brother Michael. All was well there.
Al came over to me. "I was hoping you might do a demonstration of fucking. This group has been all oral," he said.
"Are there any volunteers?" I asked.
"I know that you and Buster entertain on the back porch. Mayor Donaldson and Dapper Dan are interested. They would like to fuck too," Al said. Buster was talking with Dapper, so I went to Donaldson.
"Is your ass open for business?" I whispered to him.
"If you take your time, I'll give it a try," he replied.
Brother Tony overheard us. He came over. "I've been fucked a few times. It wasn't very good, but I wouldn't mind if you did me," he said.
Buster had Dapper on the floor with his legs spread. Buster was lubricating his ass. He used one finger, then two and eventually three fingers to open the hole. When he massaged the prostate, Dapper began to moan.
Tony bent over the back of a sofa. He spread his cheeks and lube glistened on his hole. I nudged my cock head into the opening. "You're not fucked until my knob is on the dark side of your sphincter. Are you sure you want this?" I asked. "My cock is a battering ram until I get in. Then it becomes a love stick."
Tony pushed his back onto my cock and impaled himself. "Damn, it's nice, tight, warm and juicy. It fits like a glove," I said. Tony wasn't muscular, but he had a sphincter of steel. He grabbed my cock firmly.
"It's good," Tony managed to say.
I was deep in Tony's ass. I had forgotten about the Mayor. He had lubricated his cock and nuzzled it in my ass. A second later he was in. His knob rubbed my prostate, I loved that. It was thick, but a good fit. every time he made a hard thrust, I rammed Tony. It was clear to that that Tony was a born bottom.