The New Circuit 2 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 winarch47@yahoo.com
That evening, our show was sedate by our standards. We were in a space labeled the Winston Room which was decorated in a slightly rustic way. The Winston Room was next to the Salem Room. The men were slightly older, wrestling fans. I suspected scattering of younger men in the group were boy-toys and special friends. In some ways we were similar with them. We made our living with our cocks.
While the older men didn't participate much, they appreciated the show. I noticed one odd aspect. They tended to focus on the skills of the special friends and boy-toys. I assumed there was a time limit on a boy-toys attractiveness as they aged. The special friends would vanish if they found a richer man, or if they found a man who wintered on the Riviera, not Miami Beach.
I also found that some of the "friends" all but mailed in their reactions to my cock. My cock is thick, and my cock head is bigger. My cock usually rearranges whatever is inside an ass to make room. For most men getting fucked usually causes some reaction. My first playmate, a guy named Houston, was hardly worth the effort. I saved my load for someone who could appreciate it.
Bronco was with a young guy named Thor. That turned me off, since when you pick a nom-de-prick you shouldn't be that obvious. Bronco and Thor had a good time.
A slim and fit older man named Fred was interested and volunteered to wrestle with me. He was tanned, rested and horny as shit. We wrestled and he won. His cock was a perfect fit for my ass. He slipped in easily and was getting close to an orgasm, when he told me he wanted to be fucked like a cheap date in a dark alley.
We traded places. His hole looked small and delicate. I assumed he knew his limit, so I shoved my cock in. I slid in deep and as I passed his sphincter, he tightened his ass, grabbing my cock. We had a little boxing match. Of course, he lost. I had the cock, and he only had a hole, but it was great fun.
I felt his prostate filling, and that pushed me over the edge. The men who had gathered around us applauded. All the action was deep inside Fred's ass, but he shivered each time he ejaculated. Bronco had pulled out of Thor. Thor came over to us and licked Fred's cum as it drooled from my ass. That showed an eagerness to please.
While the event was almost sedate, the older men liked it, as did some of the younger guys. One or two of them came over to us. I suspected they were looking for job opportunities.
The demonstration was winding down, and both the participants and the observers were happy. I was tired and went to bed. I woke up refreshed and ready for the day. At some time during the night, Bronco found Thor in his bed. They were asleep so I went to see Marty, the salesman I met earlier.
He opened the door before I knocked. He must have been looking out the peep hole.
"I was afraid you wouldn't come," he said as I entered. "I'm not much of a catch anymore. Some guys don't show up."
"You promised breakfast in bed served through your cock," I said. "Are you still game?"
He smiled and I dropped to my knees and started sucking. He was excited and that excitement spread to me. Ten minutes later, his cock was deep in my ass. While you might describe Marty as a big lug, he was a lover not a fucker. He went deep and then pulled back so his bloated cockhead could caress my prostate. He would rub it for a while, then treat it as a punching bag before he pushed deep into me again.
"I really want to shoot off in you," he said. "Are you okay with that?" Of course, I said yes. He had a slow-motion orgasm. There was a gap between each ejaculation. I felt each squirt individually. He pulled out and immediately fell asleep. I left him a note saying thanks and to let me know if he wanted to give me a refill.
I went to my room. By then Bronco and Thor were awake. Thor was bent over the bed and Bronco was pulling out. Thor's ass was gaping, and I saw Bronco's sperm quivering inside. I was wearing only sweatpants, so dropped then and nosed my cock into the gaping hole.
"Shit that's good," Thor moaned. He possessed a prehensile ass and treated my cock as an honored guest. I was surprised and shot-off quickly.
"Thor's real name is Rod. His friend likes them young, and Rod has passed his sell-by-date. I think he would be a good addition to our group," Bronco said. I agreed, but it's had to say no when a guy is still trying to squeeze the last drops of sperm out of your cock. Rod was twenty-two and he could not pass for sixteen or seventeen anymore.
That afternoon we attended the Patel Tantric Yoga School's workshop in the Charlotte Room. The lighting was subdued. While Ram is normally a hyper-active, driven man. He was personification of calm as a tantric guide He had a deep, almost mesmerizing, musical voice.
"We are here to celebrate the creative aspects of men. I am not talking only about a man's inner life. I am speaking about the creative organ," he intoned as he cupped his genitals in his hand. "Foolish people fear and hide it from view. We are here to celebrate it." Ram was wearing a scarlet loincloth. He ripped it off in a dramatic gesture exposing his erect penis. A diamond studded cock ring added to the drama, as if more drama was needed.
There was a draped object behind him. Ram turned and pulled off the drapery exposing a six-foot-tall cock. He called it a Lingam. He said prayers in what I assumed was Hindi, and then turned to the audience.
"You noticed the Lingam is six feet tall. A man's penis is a fraction of that size. Unlike the cold stone Lingam, a man's hard cock can generate intense pleasure. Tantric Yoga harnesses that pleasure and magnifies it to its full potential," he continued. "You are cursed by the western tradition that has minimized the pleasurable potential of the cock. For westerners it exists to make babies and to drain your bladder."
"The Gurus of ancient India discovered the cock's true function: to generate pleasure. I admit it has a baby making sideline. That function can be dangerous and painful for women. Tantric sex between men lacks the danger and increases the pleasure for men," Ram continued. "The American saying that sexual men let their cock do their thinking is an insult. In tantric yoga that is our objective."
"Can we include the ass in the deal?" a man called out. Everyone burst out laughing, including Ran and his men.
"Our friend knows there is an inner path to ecstasy," Ram replied without batting an eye. "While the cock head is the most tender part of the cock, the internal glands play a role too. While the tongue can caress the cock head, it can not penetrate the ass. Wonder of wonders, the erect cock has no sharp edges and can penetrate to the inner route to pleasure."
I had to admit, Ram was born to be a con man. He told a good story that touched reality just enough times to be credible. All the men wanted more and better sex. The religious aspect could have been used in a séance that contacted the dead. It was vastly more likely that cock would stimulate a massive orgasm, than you would have a long talk with an Egyptian Princess who died three thousand years earlier.
"Sex is intended to be a shared pleasure, not a solitary vice, he said, "It seemed to me that threesomes, foursomes, and orgies provide more stimulus and thus more pleasure. Of course, that requires that the participants be into it. That was not a problem with this group."
Ram then introduced his Gurus. They had been standing out of view. When they came forward there was a murmur of approval. They were all erect. There was one surprise for me. DuBoi's transgender assistant, Rocko was there. He was nude except for a jeweled dildo.
The gurus quicky recruited men to try the rituals. Ram asked if there was a man would volunteer. He wanted a man who had never been fucked Several of the volunteers were older men. I assumed they were interested in sampling Indian cocks.
Our wrestling event had been loud and raucous. The tantric yoga event was quiet and almost serene. I was with an older man named Buck, who was nursing my cock. Buck was a hairdresser and had never fucked a woman. Rocko came over to us. He was butch and masculine. While Rocko's vagina was nonfunctional, it felt. Buck was rock hard, and I assume he wanted to slip his cock into my behind, but he went for Rocko. His cock seemed to fit Rocko perfectly. Buck was shocked and pleased. I slipped my marginally tantric cock into Buck. He was in heaven.
Soon two other men came to us, and they soon found pleasure in Rocko's vagina and in my ass. Several other men joined us. Dripping sperm was even more inspirational.
Bronco and my shows were high testosterone, macho men events. The yoga event was calm and mellow. Soon cocks were being licked, deep throated, and worked into asses. The room was quiet except for whispers and moans of pleasure. There were whispered "push it deeper," and a few "don't stop, I want it all," requests. Ram's men seem to have mastered the slow-motion orgasm.
Since Shiva used me as a teaching tool, I realized I was more aware of what his cock was doing as it almost caressed my ass. After a few minutes, I knew that both he and I were going to shoot off eventually. I wondered if he would lose his cool as the urge to ejaculate grew.
I enjoyed the frantic thrusting typical on my wrestling themed orgasms, but I didn't object to Shiva's tantric moves. This should not have been unexpected. I realized that I was tolerant and open minded about anything relating to a cock. Shiva knew exactly where my prostate was and massaged it. He pulled out and man I didn't know slipped into my ass.
"It's beautiful," he moaned. "I see you're a big, hard man, but your ass is soft and lovely. I want to caress it, to massage it. Does it bother you that a man you don't know is in you, using you for his own purposes?" He rubbed something tender in my ass and I moaned. "I found a good spot, didn't I?" he asked. "When I am close to ejaculating, I will warn you. You can tell me it you want it."
"I have a confession to make," the man continued. "I have spent my adult life learning to control my sexual urges. Ideally, I teeter on the edge of an orgasm for as long as possible. If I lose my battle to control, would you be insulted if I flood your ass with my seed. For me, man seed is liquid love, not a sign of dominance."
"I have a feeing you are losing your battle," I said.
Shiva had been watching and said, "Daddy didn't mention that he almost always looses the battle." A second later Daddy lost control and began ejaculating. He had been so calm I was surprised that his ejaculations were forceful, and I could feel his cock twitching and shooting. It was beautiful. When he pulled out, Shiva rolled me over lifted and spread my legs and pushed his father's drooling sperm back into my ass. "He is a handsome man," his Daddy said. Daddy looked like he was in his sixties. He was bigger than Shiva, bearded and with a hairy chest. He was nude except for a magenta turban. I found out he wasn't Shiva's biological father; he was his spiritual father. He had been teaching Shiva the ways of Tantric Sex. After Shiva's father died, there was a ceremony, and Daddy's sperm mystically joined Shiva's true father's sperm.
I was never sure what was bull and what was genuine. Somehow, the story was true to them. Daddy rarely participated in Ram's troop. It was an honor to have him fuck me and a greater honor to take his load.
Our next event was at a nudist camp for mature men and their special friends in Florida. The nudity was at night. For gay men, mature can be from thirty-five to eighty. This camp seemed to cater mostly to the fifty-five to death group. Some came with friends who could share a cabin. Some had gardeners, pool boys and private secretaries.
We came with the DuBoi Dance Company. They were good with older men. Marcell had a stable of dancers that changed from dance to dance. If he had an event, he would send an e-mail to all the dancers and see who was free. This time there were eight dancers, and two of whom were transsexuals, Ralphie and Donnie. Marcell told me they were popular with older men. He usually had a few transvestites in the group, but since this was a nude party, it was hard to be convincing.
Officially, they were giving dancing lessons. Marcell asked for the worst dancer in the room to come forward. A man who was a dead ringer for Elmer Fudd, came forward as did a man on crutches named Wizard. I assumed it was a nickname. This wasn't Marcell's first rodeo. One of his dancers was a muscular six four. He picked up Wizard effortlessly and they did a convincing danse. It was almost elegant. The crowd loved it.
Elmer was a plant. He was five two or three feet tall. His dance partner, Frederic, was six-two. Elmer's face was near Frederic's crotch. When they danced together, Elmer's face was close to Frederic's cock. Elmer made comic efforts to suck Frederic's cock. He finally snagged it at the end of the dance. The had a second dance at the end of the program. Elmer and Frederic were face to face because he was skewered on Frederic's cock. At the end Elmer got off the cock, and Frederic's sperm dripped from Elmer's ass. They weren't rivals to Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, but the dance was memorable and got good applause.
I got to know Frederic and his special skill was his ability to cum on command. Frederic also produced huge loads, so the was always something to see. Some men thought it was too overt, but I suspected many of them dreamed about it that evening.
The transsexuals, Ralphie and Donnie did a dance with Marty and Russ. Marty and Russ had long curved cocks. They could do a dance with their cock deep in the transsexuals' vagina's. Marty and Russ shot off at about the same time. Ralphie came forward to ask for volunteers, Seven, or eight men came up to dance with them.
Ralphie and Donnie were average height and slight. Donnie was with a bear named Bull. He was a solid 250 pounds with a thick cock. It was clear that Bull was Donnie's type. Bull was surprisingly graceful and agile. At the end of the dance, Bull picked Donnie up and skewered him on his cock. A minute later, globs of cum were drooling from Donnie's vagina. Marcell was there seconds later eating the sperm as it dripped.
The performance was over and most of the men stayed to talk to the dancers. The men weren't only interested in talking and everyone had a good time. Marcell made sure the dancers included the men who hung out at the back of the group. Marcell thought that everyone deserved to have some fun. He also discovered that these were often the men who got stuck being the person in charge of programs for the next year.
Several weeks later Marcell came to see me. His mother had a stroke, and he needed to be there. He was the only child. He asked if I would take charge of the Dance Troop. His dancers liked me. I would like to say that was because of my sparkly personality. The real reason was that since their troop merged with me, they were paid after every performance. I also gave then a bonus for every load they took. Rocco had been a member of the dancing group, so he took over developing new routines.
We were getting larger groups, so Bronco found two wrestlers who did not have a future as a professional. John Smith, and Arlo Terzanian looked great, wrestled poorly and loved sex with men. John Smith may have had the most common man's name in the country. Arlo name was a misspelling of another name by a clerk at Ellis Island. There were no Terzanians in Armenia. Arlo's wresting name was the Missing Link. Gorillas' coats were a buzz cut compared to Arlo's pelt. John was smooth as a baby's bottom. That showed up his muscular body. His muscles were more decorative than functional, given his wrestling career.
Arlo was a nice guy and harmless unless he rolled over on you. He fucked and sucked. John was versatile with a strong taste for the bottom. In my little organization, we referred to that as being a crowd pleaser.