The Smartest Man in the World 2
Bald Hairy Man 2
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!
For the 4th of July weekend, Roger had a big party. It was 12-16 old friends and business partners. I asked Willy if we might get overused.
He laughed. "Don't worry. Some of his pals have companions. A few of them are mature men, but there are a few boy toys. You man not believe this, but they are usually willing to pitch in and help. Some are partners, but they all like a little variety. For your information, watching your partner get fucked or being fucked is entertainment, not infidelity." Willy was just a guy and he tended to have a vacant stare most of the time. He knew exactly what was going on.
Roger hired a chef for the weekend, Marcel. Marcel came with helper, Dominic. Marcel had a strong French accent, but was a native of Chicago. Marcel was an excellent chef. Dominic didn't talk much, but when he did he had a real Spanish accent.
The Fourth was on a Monday. The guests arrived between Friday afternoon and Saturday evening. I had to play chauffeur as I picked up guests at the airport. About half of the men rented cars. The first pick-up was for a group of four who came in a private plane and landed at a private airport.
I was to pick up Mr. Smith and Mr. Jones and their companions. Mr. Smith's friend was Terry, and Mr. Jones' friend was Jerry. Mr Jones was six-three, bearded and muscular. Jerry was five-three and looked delicate. Smith was probably six feet tall, thin and had a shaved head. Terry was tall, heavy set, and balding. He was distinctly effeminate.
I was surprised at how little luggage they had. I laughed to myself. I realized the party would be mostly nude. At most they would gave needed a bottle of suntan lotion and maybe a jockstrap.
We arrived a the Castle at 8:00 and Marcel had a spread of salads and cold cuts for them. Six men who came by car were already. Everyone knew each other. One of the older men discovered he had forgotten his medical prescriptions.
I had to go to a nearby clinic to take get replacements. I would have thought that would have been difficult at nine in the evening. Apparently at a certain income level that was not a problem. The Clinic was 40 miles away. I went to pick them up and got back to the Castle in time for the man to take his meds on time.
The next morning I left at eight to pick up the second group. I returned to the private airport. There were four men in this group. Roscoe, Miller, Dudley, and Smitty. I recognized Smitty as a famous, retired, football player. Roscoe, Miller, and Smitty were big men. I had a feeling they were athletes of some sort. Dudley was a smaller guy, only maybe six feet tall.
"How many guys are at the Castle already?" Roscoe asked. "I picked up four guys yesterday," I said. "Some men are came by car. I assume the rest are coming before noon."
"Are Billy and Willy still with Roger?" Smitty asked. I said yes.
"Are you the newest addition to the harem?" he asked.
"I'm not sure it is a harem," I said, "but I am friendly and accommodating."
"Accommodating is good," Smitty said.
"Smitty, aren't you laying on the dirty old man routine a bit thick?" Roscoe asked.
"That's not a problem," I said. "I am not 100% a blushing virgin. One of Roger's friends told me I was nice and tight. I don't know exactly what that means, but it apparently was a compliment."
The men laughed. Roscoe said they all liked a good sport.
When were got to the Castle six men had just arrived by car. There was a total of sixteen guests. I was a little worried that Willy, Billy and Oliver might be over used. Roger mentioned that several of the guests were playful and open minded. They liked some variety and tended to play the field.
The men were close friends and some were more than close friends. The party was a place to spread their wings for a few days and then return to their normal, every day lives with their partners or regulars.
We spent the afternoon at the pool. The men were not Hollywood dreamboats but all were personable. Two men, Eddie and Franklin were the public's idea of gay men. The other men were between being ordinary and handsome. No one was drop-dead gorgeous. They weren't aggressive or overt, but I knew they were all interested. By three in the afternoon everyone was nude and while I don't like to think I am superficial nudity added to their attractiveness.
Well equipped naked men turned me on. Very well equipped men turned me on big time. I liked big men, but these men were in the big leagues. I briefly wondered if they were too big. Deep in my heart, I knew that was unlikely.
Willy had told me that the men liked to make the first move. The men appreciated a few admiring glances at their cocks. "The glances shouldn't be too obvious" he said, "Just enough to let them know you are interested." He paused and added, "When they were here the last time they were into orgasms big time, giving and talking. That's not a problem for you, is it?" Willy asked. I smiled and shook my head.
That afternoon I was serving drinks. So I got to meet all the men. I sat on the edge off the pool when I finished. Smitty came over and sat next to me. He was massive, a bit overweight and could have scared Bigfoot he was so hairy. His cock was uncut, seemed big even though he was soft. His hairy ball sack held two tennis balls.
"Did I come on too strong in the car this morning?" he asked.
"Maybe a little," I said. "Now that I have seen you naked, I think it was just fine." Smitty laughed and then asked, "How old are you?"
"Twenty-two. I'm legal," I replied.
"I retired when you were two fucking years old!" he said. "You didn't recognize me, did you?"
"I'm sorry if I offended you," I said.
"No, not at all. For years I wanted to have a simple life where no one recognized me and wanted to talk over the games I was in or wanted my autograph," he said. "You're the first." We talked for a while and relaxed. Ten or fifteen minutes later I got in the water and began to suck his cock. It was beautiful and delicate. As I licked it, it twitched and dripped some. I licked up the drool, and returned to caressing his cock with my tongue.
I later found out Smitty valued his cock drool and cum. He loved it when men took his drooling and spurting cock. There were men who were more than willing to take it. When I sucked him he told me he returned to his glory days when men were lined up to take it.
A little later we went to his bedroom. Roscoe joined us. He was a blond, slimmer version of Smitty. "I'm Smitty's better half. We tend to share," Roscoe said. "Smitty likes it when I open up a guy's ass and cum in him, lubricating the ass for him. He's a big boy, and my 100% natural, extra lube is good. I get it real deep."
"Is this a line of bullshit?" I asked.
Smitty and Roscoe laughed. "It's half true. The extra lube is good, but the orgasm that deposits the lube is good for me," Roscoe said.
"I have no problem with that," I replied.
"Roscoe shoots off forcefully. It can trickle your ass. Some guys like that a lot," Smitty added.
Five minutes later I was sucking Smitty on the bed and Roscoe was gently working his cock in to my ass. Roger, Franklin, Jerry, and Marcel came in the bedroom to watch. Smitty liked an audience. Apparently Roscoe and Smitty had this down to a routine. I was the co-star in the performance.
Oddly, the entire thing turned me on. I was a the focus of attention, even if my ass was the main attraction. Nudity turns me on, and you never more naked when you are in a group. The asshole isn't photogenic, but with this audience, my hole was of great interest.
It was not as interesting as Roscoe's cock. His tool was long, thin and had a large, strawberry shaped knob. Roscoe slid it in and the paused at my sphincter. He toyed with my sphincter, tested it and then made a quick, hard thrust. He rammed my prostate and stopped pushing. He rested briefly and then massaged my prostate with his knob. Everyone knew what he was doing and how I reacted.
A few minutes later, Roscoe was deep in me. He began to pound men and then ejaculated ten or twelve times. The first two times were as deep as he could go in me, but then he pulled out a little between each ejaculation, depositing his cum evenly in my hole. As soon as he pulled out there was some applause. I thought it was for Roscoe, but Roger told it it was for my gaping hole and the sperm drooling from it.
Smitty rolled me over and got my ass in position. He nudged his cock into my ass. He went deep on the second or third thrust.
"Damn Roscoe, you really did him good," Smitty exclaimed. "It's like velvet in there!" He leaned over me and whispered, "It takes a long time for me to shoot off. You're okay with that?" I moaned something.
"I know you love it. You've done real well. You're a naked, fucked, slut, and everyone here is jealous. They can't take it the way you have taken it. You were born for this," he said as he began to thrust. "I can shoot off quickly or take it slow. What is your poison?"
It was mind blowing and I couldn't think. I intended to say go fast, but somehow I said go slow. This was the first time I realized my cock was doing my thinking. Luckily, my cock knew best. Smitty shot off in me ten or twelve minutes later.
My asshole didn't close immediately. Marcel, the chef, race over and licked up the sperm soup dribbling from my ass. After the group broke up, Franklin told me the Marcel looked as if he was checking seasoning of the sperm.
I asked Franklin if the "seasoning" was okay. Franklin told me he thought it would have been prefect if Marcel added his own special sauce to my ass. I returned to the pool for a quick dip, and began to serve drinks again.
I wasn't sure what the men would think of me. Roger told me I had done well.
"For men of a certain age, it's more important for a younger to be willing than any other characteristic. After willing comes receptive," Roger said. "I think you may have a busy weekend."
The rest of the afternoon was pleasant. Billy told me that my adventure with Smitty and Roscoe impressed the rest of the men. They seemed to have a broad conception of the possibilities. "There is one thing I should tell you," he said, "They all know that what is good for the goose is good for the gander. If they fuck you, you can fuck them. I had a problem with that. I almost ran out of sperm I shot off so much!"
I smiled and said I would like to have the same problem. It turned out I didn't need to worry about that. The men were relaxed and they had the entire long weekend to play. There were old friends and younger guys to play with, but there was no rush.
I found out that Marcel and Dominic were not hired to cook. They were guests. Marcel was a well known chef and had owned a number of successful restaurants. He he sold them for big bucks and was now retired and writing best selling cookbooks. Cooking was now a recreational activity for friends and special events.
He did cook a spectacular dinner. I helped clean up the kitchen afterwards, and ended up with Marcel, Dominic, and Eddie in Marcel's room for the night. Marcel told me Mr. Jones would join us later. Eddie was a costume designer who worked on Broadway shows, and the rare musicals movies. He had won an academy award for costumes. They called Mr. Jones, Hal, but his real name was not mentioned. The men were careful about that so I assumed he was an important man. The men knew each other well. I was the new meat.
"You know we are not looking for a platonic relationship with you?" Marcel asked. "We all like young men who aren't breakable. If things get out of hand, just tell me."
"You don't look like rough types to me," I said.
"Hal is a big boy. He's big everywhere," Marcel said. "Really big! He's a good guy, but just before he shoots off don't decide you don't want his load." I smiled and told him I doubted that would be problem.
Marcel and I talked about the party. Roger usually had a party twice a year, one in the summer and one in the Christmas-New Year period. While some of the men were openly gay, others were deep in the closet. These parties are a chance to safely let off steam in a comfortable environment.
"Roger has a gift of finding over sexed young men who are harmless," Marcel explained. "He seems to have a radar like ability to identify users, fraudsters and trash. We are here because you are safe. We are safe. By the way, we've been having these parties for ten years. No one in your position has ever complained. You won't be the first."
Ten minutes later I was on my back sucking Dominic's cock as Eddie spread my legs so he could give my asshole a tongue bath. Dominic had an average cock and huge balls. As soon as he was hard, he began to ooze precum. It was thick, sweet and exciting.
Eddie clearly had an almost professional interest in my asshole. His tongue licked, caressed and penetrated my hole. One and a while it was almost as if he was tongue fucking me. Some how he effortlessly substituted his cock for his tongue, and a second later his knob was massaging my prostate. Dominic's cock began to ooze big times as Eddie's cock went deep.
After five or so minutes of massaging, Eddie made a hard thrust deep into me. I could feel him squirting as my ass enveloped his cock. It is hard to judge time when a guy is ejaculating into your ass, but he seemed to take his time.
When Eddie pulled out, Marcel seamlessly took his place. Marcel was a vigorous fucker. At some point I lost it and relaxed. Marcel doubled the speed of his thrusts. After he unloaded we had a rest period and Hal joined us.
"You guys look line and relaxed. I hope you aren't too relaxed to have some more fun," Hal said.
"Do you mind plowing through Eddie and Marcel's sperm?" I asked.
Hal let loose a belly laugh. "One load is good, two loads are better," he said. "Have you ever been the main attraction at a gang bang?" he asked. "Five or six loads makes it too slippery. I like more friction to pull my trigger. I think two or three loads is ideal for me." Hal poked his knob into me and then made a hard thrust.
I moaned. "Is that a happy moan?" he asked.
"It sure as shit is," I replied.
"If you get tired, let me know. I like to take my time, especially in a tight ass like yours," he said. "I can shoot of almost at any time. Let me know and I will breed you."
Hal was a considerate and mellow. He wanted it to last so he didn't fuck jack-hammer style. He knew that his cock did everything that needed to be done. It certainly rubbed everything that needed to be rubbed. It was intense for me, and Hal told he liked a guy to be tight, but open.
He seemed to notice I was getting tired. He made three or four hard thrust and filled my ass. I felt every ejaculation and moaned with each volley. After Hal stopped shooting, he collapsed on top of me and stayed there until he lost his erection. I squeezed my sphincter to make sure every drop of sperm was in my ass.
A man named Elmer came in the room. He was in his seventies, nearing eighty. Hal had been his boy toy, and was now his caregiver. When Hal pulled out of me, Elmer came over and began licking my ass, coaxing Hal's sperm from my hole. Elmer looked frail, but his tongue was long and penetrated my ass. I relaxed and let he take the sperm cocktail in my ass. After maybe ten minutes, Elmer fell asleep. Hal gently pick him up and took him to their room.
The next day Marcel came to me. "I need to apologize to you. I filmed you and Hal going at it and Elmer eating the remains of the orgasm. It was unexpectedly beautiful. If you feel over filled today, would you consider coming to me" I could both reduce the sperm load in your ass, and replace it with a fresh load direct from my balls," he said.
"I can try," I said. "It seems my dance card is full."
Marcel laughed. "They will make room for me. They are important men; I am a great cook!" he said. "They need me for that special event!" he laughed.
"You like the taste of sperm that much?" I asked.
"That is a puzzlement to me," he said. "I don't know if it is the taste of sperm, or if knowing the pleasure represented by the sperm provides the thrill. I have a fine collection of painting and art work. Perhaps, I am collecting the taste of great men's sperm. Everyone has to have a secret hobby!"
I laughed.
"By the way, I plan to add your sperm to my special collection," he said.