The Three Wise Men 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, any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com
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When I arrived back at my apartment after visiting my folks over Thanksgiving, I discovered my true love had left and taken anything that he could have remotely considered his. He didn't exactly rob me blind, but it was borderline. Taylor lived with me for a year, and after a year, he wasn't my true love anymore, but I had no idea he was that unhappy.
I had several lovers before. I tend to be enthusiastic and quickly get involved, and I admit my taste in men isn't perfect. I seem to like young, pretty boys who are a bit wild and flighty. I'm 34 now and I hadn't realized I was a bit over the hill; I also had a good job in a bank and a steady income. The boys who liked that soon discovered my income could not cover regular vacations on tropical islands, or visits to Europe. They went looking for bigger game.
I thought Taylor was different, but I must have missed the danger signs. I wouldn't say I was crushed when he vanished, but it was a blow to my ego. It sure wasn't the best way to kick off the holiday season. I had a somewhat solitary life. I was strictly a one man at a time person and I didn't bring my love life to work. I am a senior loan officer who handled large commercial loans. I found overly friendly people often were just searching for a better rate, so I tend to be reserved.
A week after Thanksgiving I was having dinner in a favorite restaurant. It was quite late since I had been at an important meeting that ran over its allotted time. There were only three men at another table and me. They were a loud and cheerful group, but not offensively so. They were celebrating a birthday and the trio was obviously gay. There was nothing overt, but there was no question in my mind about their sexual orientation.
As far as I was concerned they were well beyond their sell by date by at least two decades, but they were witty, clever and fun to listen too. As dinner wound down, the waiter appeared with a cake. One of the men came over to me. "Would you like to join us for a cake?" he asked. "There is more than enough and I'm afraid we may have been too loud and ruined your quiet dinner."
I smiled. "There is no problem at all, but I would be glad to join you," I said. I was surprised I said that, I would normally beg off.
I went to their table and introduced myself as Bob Hallowell. The birthday boy was Johnson, a Santa like man. With him was a beefy and muscular man named Jake, and a tall, rather aristocratic looking man named Gilchrist. They were a mismatched group with the youngest in his late fifties. Johnson was the oldest and celebrating his 67th birthday.
As I said they were clearly gay, but there was nothing overtly gay about them. I just knew. I had an after diner drink with them and was aware of a strong sexual undertone. We talked and I let slip my problem with Taylor. They seemed to know I was gay too, and were unconcerned.
I easily get infatuations, but these men definitely were not my type. While I wasn't turned on, I was sexually stimulated in an odd way. It was an odd combination of curiosity and lust. It was also involuntary. I was sitting next to Jake. He was a retired construction man and he seemed to ooze sex. I had heard of pheromones, but I think this may have been the first time I actually experienced them. He was very masculine, but not aggressively a he-man. He seemed to exude masculinity.
Dinner was over and we left the restaurant. I wanted to get an address or a contact number from at least one of them, but I couldn't think of any way to do it without sounding odd. Johnson asked me if I would like to join them for a nightcap at his house. It was just a few blocks away. I agreed. Jake and I walked faster than the other men, so we were ahead of them.
Jake leaned close to me, "After drinks we usually strip down and have some fun," he said. "If you are into that, you are free to join us. Johnson likes them young."
"What about you?" I asked. I shocked myself. I'm never that forward, and never had considered anything with a man his age.
"I'm pretty open minded," he said. "Let me warn you, this isn't an old ladies tea party. We're all into it big time."
"That sounds good to me," I replied. That statement was completely untrue. I had no idea what I was getting into, or if I would like it. I seemed to be under a spell.
"Great, Johnson would love to sample some young man cream," Jake said. "He loves the special sauce."
"Are you still into the . . . special sauce?"
"I sure am!" he replied. "Mine is really thick, by the way and I tend to have gully washers."
I am not an adventurous man, and my visit to Johnson's house was completely out of character. I usually carefully plan and I never just wing it. Somehow, I was soon in Johnson's house with three old men in heat. I felt a little like a turkey who just received an invitation for Thanksgiving dinner.
The house sat on a side street and looked ordinary. It was completely renovated and restored and was beautifully furnished. Apparently, Johnson was an art collector. I didn't know much about art, except for a few elective art history classes, but I could tell Johnson wasn't buying sofa-sized paintings from a trailer in a shopping center parking lot.
We had a drink and talked. Jake suggested we go to the rec room and get comfortable. He winked at me as we went to the basement. This wasn't your normal basement rec room. It focused on a central pool that served as a hot tub. While the room contained some exercise equipment, the pool and a large flat screen television dominated the room. Elaborate terra-cotta tile covered the entire room.
"Is everyone ready for a good soak?" Johnson asked. No one answered, but the three men began to strip. I joined them. I'm not comfortable being naked in a group, but they were so at ease, I was okay with it. I felt a little like we were kids skinny-dipping.
My partners and lovers were all distinctively boyish, slim and elegant. All were smooth and shaved if they weren't naturally hairless. Jake, Johnson and Gilchrist were all older and much more mature. All were hairy, but in different ways. Jake was a polar bear, covered in a thick coat of while, curly hair. His skin was pale and the only color was his pink tits. It was odd to see such a masculine man with such delicate skin color.
When he was dressed, I thought Johnson was fat. Naked he was big, but not flabby. While his hair and beard were white and his main of hair was Santa like, his body hair graded from near white near his neck to pitch black at his pubes. He had darker akin and his cock and balls were quite dark. He was cut, and his knob was both big and on display. Jake's cock head was just a thick bulge in a thick tube of foreskin. It was completely concealed.
Gilchrist was tall, slim and well tanned. He had a hairy chest and a treasure trail connecting it to his pubes. He must have worn a Speedo, since his man parts were pale and the tan line well defined. He had a long, thin white snake dangling from his bush.
I was use to boy parts, not man tools. There was nothing delicate about the men or their genitals. They were the sort of men I normally wrote of as old trolls or geezers. By the time I slipped into the pool, I was half-hard.
Jake and Johnson both noticed, but they didn't mention it.
"I assume you noticed the dress code here is a bit informal?" Johnson said. "We are all quite comfortable being naked."
I smiled. "You are nudist?"
"I think it would be more correct to say we are sensualists," Gilchrist added.
"Where I come from we call that being horny bastards!" Jake said. We all laughed.
"I stand corrected!" Gilchrist said good-humouredly. "I am the curator of ancient art at the museum. What was a religious rite then is now plain old sex."
"You are pagans?" I asked.
"Well, I am in good shape if the rule is to do unto other as you would have them do unto you!" Jake said. "I'm really willing and my pals are too." There was more laughter.
"I'm not an eye-for-an-eye type Christian," Johnson said. "I was brought up by the kind of Christians who like to punish sin and sinners, but were weak on the love thy neighbor aspect of Christianity."
"I had the same background," Jake said. "I do need to confess I like certain parts of my fellow man more and other parts. There are one or two parts I may like excessively."
"Jake, I've noticed that too, but I have to admit I like that about you," Johnson said. "I like you as a man and as a friend, but there is one part of me that is in love with you!"
"I need to warn you Bob, that I'm not too good about expressing affection," Gilchrist said. "I tend to express affection in orgasms. That may be messy, but it's really sincere and heartfelt." The conversation was light hearted and funny, but I had the feeling it was sincere. They were men who liked and enjoyed each other.
They loved each other as both friends and sexual playmates. I didn't know if they were lovers or just playmates. I tended to think of sex in relationship to a grand passion, with the one and only true love. They were friends who enjoyed themselves sexually. Jake was talking about friendly sex rather than passionate sex.
I was interested in passionate sex, but I didn't have too much to show for it. They were inviting me into their world of sexual play. Normally I wouldn't have considered them. They were too old, too hairy and definitely not cute enough. I had a friend who said he only went trolling for trolls when he wasn't lucky. I wasn't sure about the whole thing, and I wasn't sure I should have come home with them. I was trapped in Johnson's basement rec room.
One part of me felt that way, but another part wanted to get down a dirty with them. Leading the charge was my cock and two well filled balls that wanted to have a good time. Normally I was proud that my mind took the lead in sexual matters, not my cock. For some reason I felt honored they were asking me to participate.
"I need to warn you that we are into no holds barred sex. If it feels good, we will give it a try," Jake said. "If you are uncomfortable with organs that drip, drool and squirt, you won't have a good time. We don't hold back and we don't worry about keeping our hair combed nice and neat like."
"Damn it Jake, the only place where you could comb your hair and have a part in on your back!" Gilchrist said. "Taylor I was a bit uneasy about that when I first met Jake. Now I feel as if I've been cheated if I don't get to lick sperm from his chest hair."
By that time, I was excited and ready to go. I was a little worried I was the Thanksgiving turkey and they would use me up. Actually, it turned out I was just a new member of the club. There was no hazing or initiation. I was invited into their games as a full and equal member. I had the feeling they adjusted their normal play routine to let me in.
They didn't push or shove. They didn't demand or require. They let nature take its course. An hour and a half later I realized that want I had thought was intense sex was but a pale reflection of what was possible.
As we talked, Jake stood up to get out of the water. His cock was too much of a temptation for me, so I leaned over to take a lick. It turned into much more than a lick. I had never been with an uncut man, and the skin fascinated me. I sucked the tip into my mouth and then inserted my tongue into the tube of skin.
As soon as my tongue was on the dark side of the skin, I tasted Jake's rich sex juices. My former lover oozed a little just before he shot off. As we had been talking Jake must have filled his foreskin with his man ooze. It all but intoxicated me. I had been squeamish about anything that oozed for the cock. I was uncomfortable with pre cum and scared of semen.
Somehow, Jake's ooze was completely different. It was distilled essence of man, a rich brew indeed. I slowly worked my tongue deeper into the tube. When I finally reached his cock head, I felt as if I had discovered gold. Jake's cock responded to my attention. It became harder, longer and thicker.
When my tongue touched his knob, I tasted fresh ball juices oozing from his wide slit. When my ex partner oozed a little blob of precum just before he popped, I was excited. Taylor was verbal and liked to talk, but otherwise he was like making love to a log. The little blob was the only indication he was turned on.
Jake's cock twitched and he shivered as my tongue worked it magic. I could feel and taste his excitement. I give presentations as part of my work, and Jake was like a responsive audience. He didn't need to tell me he enjoyed me. I knew. When the excitement diminished enough for me to focus, I noticed Gilchrist and Johnson were going at it hit and heavy on the other side of the pool.
"It might be nice if we joined the birthday boy," Jake whispered. I told him that was fine with me. We went over. I sat on the edge of the pool so Johnson could suck me. I don't know if they have world championships for cock sucking, but if they did, Johnson would have been a contender. He was good.
His tongue, mouth and throat massaged may cock. He apparently could tell when I was close and changed his technique. I was on the edge of an orgasm several times.
As Johnson sucked me, Gilchrist fed me his cock. The white snake remained long and thin, but when it was erect, it curved downward, rather than up. It slid down my throat effortlessly. I closed my lips on it and he slowly pulled out. As he did, I suctioned a huge glob of precum from his organ. It tasted differently from Jake's, but it was still good.
As he pulled out, I pulled the foreskin back over his cock head. When he pushed back into my mouth, I got my tongue into his foreskin and caressed his head. His head was almond shaped and not very large, but his slit was exceptionally wide. I pushed my tongue into the slit and tasted the smooth skin that lined the cum tube. Gilchrist shivered a little and a blob of pre cum emerged. I liked this and soon had Gilchrist producing blobs of his sweet sex juices whenever I wanted. He had some extra skin and I liked pulling over his knob when he pulled away. I liked working my tongue into it even more. I was use to cut men, and didn't know the recreational potential of an uncut man.
This was so good I knew it couldn't go on for long. I felt my juices rising, I wanted to warn Johnson, but it was too late. I was afraid he would be annoyed, but that wasn't the case. I later found out that Johnson called sperm cock caviar. He loved it and liked it best when produced by young men. As I fed Johnson, Gilchrist fed me. All of a sudden, he filled my mouth with his warm semen.
I wasn't partial to semen, but this was the first time I had a mouth full of it. I had tasted a drop or two of my lovers, but I had always been squeamish. It seemed bitter. Gilchrist's sperm was thick and creamy. It seemed less bitter, and it was warm.
A few seconds earlier, it had been stored in his impressive balls. Now it enveloped my tongue and his sperm was swimming in my mouth. I felt a sudden attachment to Gilchrist. I think this feeling was enhanced by having Johnson gobbling up my own seed. Actually, the gobbling part was over and he was licking my organ lollypop style. The main show was over, but Johnson liked the relaxed afterglow. He coaxed the remains of my orgasm from my cock. I thought he had it all, but there were a few more ejaculations left.
I discovered I liked the afterglow too.
It was getting late and the party broke up. Jake left at the same time I did.
"I had a good time," I said.
"Is that all?" he asked. I looked at him and laughed.
"You noticed?" I said. "It was really good. I'm sorry I didn't get to do more with you."
"I'd like to do more too," Jake said. "Am I right in thinking you relaxed once you got into it? You were tense at the beginning."
"I did relax," I said.
"I need to get home," Jake said. "Let's get together when we are fresh and rested." We parted.
I was confused when I got home. On one hand, I thought I had let my standards slip. I didn't associate with this kind of men. I was still young and attractive. I could do better. While that was true, I had to admit the sex had been great.
When I woke up the next morning, my mind was clearer. I wasn't worried about the old men or the trolls. I could only think of Johnson licking my cock like a lollypop, and the warm taste of Gilchrist's semen. I also thought about Jake. What did his sperm taste like, and was there any his thick, beer can type cock could fit in my small asshole?