The Three Wise Men 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, any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com
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Gilchrist entered the stream room and we all squeezed a little tighter. Doug told him that he had been describing his early encounters with Smitty.
"Somehow, everyone seems to remember their first encounter with Smitty," Gilchrist said. "I was lucky enough to know his sculptures long before I met him. I avoided that "thank god we're not in a dark alley" feeling that Smitty inspires."
"Not everyone has that lounge lizard look that you have," Smitty said. He looked at me. "Gilchrist has a family history of stunningly attractive men and women. What makes that even worse is that the physical beauty is accompanied by impressive intellects and fine personalities. It doesn't seem right for one family to get it all! I think I was the first member of my family to be able to tie a shoe!"
Gilchrist laughed. "Smitty overstates the case, but I will take any compliment I can get. He seems to have channeled his activities into making beauty, rather than being beautiful," he said. Gilchrist sat next to Smitty and fondled the sculptor's oversized organ.
"I think Gilchrist had put his finger on Smitty's appeal, an exuberant personality, impressive talent, and a cock that would make Godzilla proud!" Doug said.
"His cock is both a huge sexual tool and part fly paper for fags," Gilchrist observed. "He just whips it out and waits for a horny fly to land on it. When I first saw it, I thought it was too big for everyday use."
"I'm getting too hot; I'm going to take a break." Smitty said and he left the room.
"It does look too big for everyday use," I said after he left.
"You might think that, but Smitty does well. I've never know him to make a pass at a man. They come to him. He teaches a studio class at the university and he's very popular. He is also an absolute straight arrow with the students. There is no hanky-panky with them ever," Gilchrest said.
"Well it's Tyler's birthday, and I was hoping Smitty would give him a birthday present," Doug said.
"That is open-minded of you," I remarked.
"Well after a little episode with prostate cancer my top days are over," Doug said. "Tyler would never cheat on me, but he loves the bottom so I pick out playmates for him."
"You picked out Smitty?" I asked.
Doug laughed. "Everyone at this party would be a perfectly acceptable top for Tyler," Doug said. "I know this sounds kinky, but watching him take a cock turns me on. I felt less guilty of neglecting him." By this time, I was getting too hot, so I rinsed of in the shower and went back to the exercise room.
Jake was standing next to a sling and he was strapping Sutton into it. "Come over here. Sutton has been kind enough to open his ass for the general amusement," Jake said. Sutton's friend Earl was watching as Bud lubricated Sutton's ass.
Johnson came by. He was fully erect. "Is there a line? Is this general admission or reserved seats only?" he asked.
"I am available to all, but I think I might like to start with something thinner than your beer can," Sutton said. "Do you have a problem with sloppy seconds?"
"Not at all, I like a man who has been deep lubed," Johnson said. "To tell you the truth a load or two of man cream is the best lubricant there is for me."
Sutton laughed. "I can see I am in a group of virgins," he said.
"Sutton's partner died three months ago," Earl said. "He claims to have become a virgin again. I told him that Bud and I could help him with that. Sutton says he not sure everything is still in working condition."
"I told him I was looking for a new soul mate," Sutton said. "Earl told me that would take too much time. He thought I should give my sexual equipment a tune up."
"Earl is a romantic?" I asked.
"I'm a romantic realist," Earl said. "I've known too many men who desperately go looking for a new partner after they lost the previous one. If you go looking for plain old fun sex, it reduces the pressure. You can hunt for a new partner at leisure." As he talked, Earl effortlessly slipped his tool deep into Sutton's rectum.
"Damn, that's good!" Sutton cried. Earl began to slowly thrust, but soon began to pick of speed and force. He was on the cusp of really pounding Sutton's ass when he slowed down.
"You plowed me. Do you want to seed me?" Sutton asked.
"I do, but not now. Let me turn you over to one of my assistants," Earl said in to tones of a stage magician. "I will finish you off later." Bud stepped up to the plate. Bud popped in easily. He had short, stubby fireplug style cock. If I understood Sutton's reaction correctly, Bud made a direct hit on his prostate. Bud was a hairy, stocky man and he fucked like a steam engine going full speed.
Bud stopped suddenly and stood still. After a minute, he slowly pulled away. Sutton's hole was briefly open. As it closed, Bud's opalescent man cream drooled from the hole. Johnson was waiting. He collected the drooling sperm on his cock head and then shoved it into Sutton's quivering ass.
I briefly feared this might be too much for Sutton, but when I looked at this face, I saw there was no problem. Johnson had a thick and massive cock and it clearly hit all the good spots. Sutton had a positively blissful look on his face. All was well.
I had never been in a sexual situation like this before and I have to admit it wasn't the way I thought it would be. Images of Roman orgies, or a party with the Marquis de Sade filled my mind. This party was more like a party room at a Rotarian Convention. I grant there was much more anal sex here, but it seemed like a bunch of older men having a good time.
Sutton seemed happy, as did the men fucking him. It was hard to tell who was having the best time. It seemed pretty equal. The tops were considerate and wanted to give Sutton a good time. I soon realized Sutton was an experienced man and knew how to make sure the tops enjoyed themselves. Tony joined in, but I noticed his cock didn't seem to have the magical effect on Sutton that it had on me.
Sutton did wear down and he had to leave the sling to rest. Gilchrist asked if anyone wanted to take a turn in the sling. Much to my surprise, I volunteered. I knew men who let their cocks do their thinking for them, but I wasn't one of them, until now. I had taken several drinks, but I wasn't drunk. I don't know what got into me. The group accepted my offer enthusiastically.
I didn't know what to expect. I was with a group of men I barely knew and I wasn't particularly attracted to any of them. They weren't my type and if I saw them in a bar I never would have sought them out, or indeed sat next to them. None of them were candidates to become the love of my life.
They were pleasant and seemed to be affable and accommodating. The party consisted of interesting conversation and sex. The sex was purely recreational. The objective seemed to be for us to have as much fun as possible. Everyone was sexually excited; everyone was willing and able to join in the fun. No one was looking for more than that.
The plan was to have as much good sex as possible and then go home and have a good night's sleep. Dreams of an intense love affair were not part of the night's activities. All of the men were comfortable being naked and erect. Naked men can't hide their interests, and with a sling in the exercise room, it was clear that anal action was on the agenda.
It some ways I felt as if I had fallen through the looking glass. It was a topsy-turvy world. All that was normally concealed in dark rooms was in the open. This things that you did in a locked bedroom with the lights off were done in the open and seemed perfectly normal. They all knew what they liked and weren't ashamed of it.
As I watched Sutton, I was confused. He was being used by a series of men as a sexual plaything. As the third man fucked him I realized Sutton was using them. His enjoyment seemed total. Sutton was one of those, every hair in place television reporters, perfectly groomed and dressed.
When he got in the sling, I noticed he had a perfect little asshole. Assholes aren't my thing, but his was lovely. It was hard to believe even Earl's thin organ would fit. Fit it did, as did all the subsequent cocks. The hole was soon covered in lubricant, and then by precum and eventually semen.
Johnson strapped me in and when my legs were in the air attached by leather straps to the chrome frame of the sling, I had second thoughts. Johnson seemed to sense that. "You don't need to go through with this. Some guys like it, but it's not for everyone."
When given the chance to get out of it, I decided to go ahead. Sex always made me a bit uncomfortable. I am naturally reserved and a bit prim and proper. It's hard to look your best when you are sexually engaged.
You can't be any more naked than when you are in a sling. Not only are you naked, your legs are spread and your ass hole is on view, open and defenseless. I had watched Sutton take three cocks and watched him react to each thrust.
Earl was the first in line, I wondered if this was going to be an instant replay of Sutton's sling adventure. Earl lubricated my ass. I realized he was into asses and he took his time and clearly enjoyed his work. I enjoyed it more.
"I hope you are ready, Bob, I sure am!" he said. "You know you don't need to do this," he added almost whispering. "I'd understand. Not everyone is turned on by a bald hairy guy. I know I'm not a catch."
"Let's do it," I replied. Earl was ready. I had watched him fuck Sutton, but he had an entirely different approach to my ass. He nosed his cock head into my hole gently. He played with my sphincter and then popped through the sphincter eased down my love tunnel.
The sensation was odd. I thought of cocks as a generic organ, all are basically similar. Earl had a friendly cock. While it was sexually stimulating, it was sort of like being fucked by a friendly dog. It was happy to be in a new place, and explored every hidden nook and cranny of my rectum. His cock head made friends with my prostate quickly, and then discovered some places I didn't know existed.
I would have been perfectly willing to let him play for several hours. He was stimulating but I felt no desire to climax. Earl didn't feel the same way. He was relaxed and comfortable, but he suddenly turned rigid and rear loaded me with the entire contents of his balls. He had a distinctive climax. He had spectacular ejaculations, separated by gaps of several seconds. The ejaculations were strong and I felt his semen squirting and tickling my ass lining.
He pulled out and shot a final volley at my asshole. When he pulled out Wally nosed his cock in. Wally's organ was both thick and long. It slipped in my sperm lubricated hole easily, much to my surprise. Wally was slightly effete and a touch Queeny. Shoving his cock into another man's asshole turned him into a he man. he wasn't rough, but there was no question; he was fuckign me. I realized later, when you are a well endowed as he was, there was no need to be concerned about your play mate. His oversized organ took care of that.
I also discovered that Wally specialized in marathon fucks. He could do it for a half hour easily. After ten minutes he began to moan. "Damn, I'm cumming!" he cried. He rear loaded me and pulled out.
Smitty was watching. "Damn, I love lube straight from the balls of a hot stud!" he said. A second later, his monster cock was at my hole. "Bobby boy, just relax and let me in," he said. "There is way too much lube in you to resist." He gave a sharp thrust and his knob was on the dark side of my sphincter. It stretched me wide. I think if he had been a quarter of an inch thicker, it would have ripped me open. Smitty thrust again.
The next thing I remembered was feeling Smitty's pubic hairs tickling my ass ring. He had a cucumber type cock. It tapered as it reached his body. Every inch of his organ was in my ass; I was stuffed, but comfortable one it was all in. It was hard to think. While I was disoriented, I felt good. Oddly I felt as if I was merely a sexual accessory to Smitty's cock.
When my mind cleared, Smitty began to fuck. It was all enveloping and I wasn't sure I could take it for long. It turned out Smitty couldn't either. When he shot off it was like having a fire hose shooting in my ass. He pulled out. Tony appeared out of nowhere. I had no idea where he had been earlier, but he showed up as Smitty vacated my hole.
Tony's cock shoved Smitty's drooling semen back into my ass. After being stretched wide by Smitty's monster, my ass grabbed Tony's more modest organ. He shoved deep and I went to the moon. I don't know exactly what happened, but a little later my torso was covered with my sperm and Tony was almost dehydrated he shot off so much. The men watching us enjoyed the show.
I know I should have been embarrassed, but the sex was so good I didn't care. Erections are contagious, and everyone had shared the experience and enjoyed watching. I had always been embarrassed by watching by sexual pleasure. I know we all experience it, but it always seemed too personal. With these men, it seemed we were all in it together, sharing experiences and sensations.
The party wound down and I went home. I should have been ashamed of my overtly sexual behavior and allowing them to use me as a sexual punching bag. I didn't feel that way. I was still feeling a sexual high. I was intoxicated by sex. While I knew a hangover was on the way, when my head hit the pillow in my own bedroom, I was still happy.
I still felt good the next morning, until I discovered my wallet was missing. It was either lost, or had been taken. It didn't seem possible any of the men at the party had taken it, but I barely knew any of them. It was possible. After looking for it franticly, I called Gilchrist. He said he would look for it.
A minute or two later Gilchrist returned the call; it was in the floor in the bedroom that served as the undressing room for the party. "Forgive me, but I looked in it. It seemed to have a full complement of credit cards as well as your identification and well over a hundred dollars of cash. A wave of relief swept over me.
"Would you mind if I drove over to get it?" I asked. "I feel naked without it."
"Of course not, come over and share breakfast with us," Gilchrist said. "Jake and Johnson are still here." I thanked him, dressed and went to my car.
It was a sleepy Sunday morning. Christmas was in two days, but it seemed as if everyone in town decided to sleep in rather than go shopping first thing.
Gilchrist greeted me at the door wearing a robe. He asked me in. Jake and Johnson were at the table. They had set a place set for me.
Gilchrist gave me the wallet and then went to get me some scrambled eggs and bacon. "I hope you have no ill feelings from last night's festivities," Jake said. "It was a nice group of men, but the activity level can be a bit intense for someone new."
"I feel fine," I replied. "I have never done anything like that before. Everyone was nice and careful. There seems to be no ill after effects."
"It's always a shock when someone volunteers to take Smitty's tool. He gave you the highest recommendation."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Smitty tends to attract mountain climbers. You know, the men who do it not because they like it, but because they like the challenge. They take it, but are relieved when he pulls out," Johnson explained. "You both took it easily and then played with his monster while he fucked you. He was impressed."
"I don't remember that," I said.
Gilchrist laughed, "That is an unfortunate side effect of sex with Smitty. It's so intense, you tend to slip into a sexual trance. Smitty loved it."
"Do you review the sexual exploits of all your guests after a party?" I asked.
"Of course we do!" Johnson said with a twinkle in his eye. This morning he looked particularly Santa like. "We are three gay old codgers after a sex party. It required by the club membership rules! Earl told us he didn't really shoot off. He said your ass suctioned every drop of man seed from his cock. It was the best orgasm he had in years."
"I think that's why Smitty slipped in so easily. Earl and Wally did the deep lubrication," Johnson said. "Earl was originally Sutton's boy toy. He older now and since Sutton's lover died, he regained his position. Sutton told me Earl saves it up. The first time Earl shot off in Sutton's mouth he choked. Sutton likes man cream. That was a complaint.
"I didn't realize that you and Tony were lovers," Gilchrist said. "You sure made a beautiful couple."
"Were not lovers," I said. "We've just met."
The three men looked at each other. Jake smiled. "You just don't know it yet. It was obvious."
"Why do you think that?"
"Tony is fun, but he's a bit of a slam, bam, thank you ma'am kind of lover," Johnson explained. "That is not the way he treated you. He was the master violinist and he played you as if you were a Stradivarius. I didn't know he was capable of that."
"Well, we are not lovers," I said.
Gilchrist smiled. "Not yet," he said.