The Three Wise Men 4 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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I drove home after breakfast, but made one stop at Lowes. I needed another gallon of paint. As I drove across the lot, I heard a crash and suddenly my car was going sideways. I was a bit dazed. A car rammed the side of my car and pushed it a good 60 feet across the lot.
As freak accidents go, this was a winner. The passenger side of my car was gone, crumpled into scrap metal. The driver's side was untouched and looked perfect. I was unhurt; the car was badly damaged.
A father was giving his teenage daughter a driving lesson in the mostly empty lot. They saw me driving down an aisle. She hadn't been paying much attention. Her father told her to break; she pressed the wrong pedal and gunned it. They were in an SUV. My Volvo did all it could do, but was overmatched. I was fine. The girl was hysterical, and the father was apologetic and shocked. There were loads of witnesses and people ran to my aid.
The police and ambulances appeared quickly. The ambulances weren't needed and there was no question about who was at fault. The father turned out to be the Chairman of the Board of my bank, and he was well insured and very worried about my condition. I was fine unlike his daughter, who seemed very shaky.
I knew one face in the crowd, Tony. He too had been picking up a few things from Lowes. I'm not into cars much, but Tony was. I was wondering out loud if the car could be fixed. It had been a good car and I hated to give up on it. He looked at me as if I were crazy. "Did you hit your head," he asked.
That was when I realized my car was totaled. Tony offered to take me home. When the tow trucks came, we left. I was on the phone with the insurance company. Tony wandered around my house and looked at my paint job in the guest bedroom. He found a dripping faucet in the guest bath. He went to his truck and brought back a toolbox. While I talked, he fixed the plumbing problems and then had made assorted repairs. Some of the original baseboard hadn't been properly attached and the hardware was improperly installed. He had higher standards than the contractors who built my house. The insurance person was nice but not fast. I was on hold for several long periods.
I was sitting on the couch as I talked. When I had everything straight, I discovered I was sore and stiff. Tony was an expert is sore and stiff. As a construction worker, he had a lot of experience with it. He told me to take a long hot shower. I asked if he would like to join me. He smiled and we went to my bedroom.
"You know Tony, this situations is like a set up for a typical gay porn video. A guy is in an accident, he takes a Good Samaritan home with him and they end up naked in the shower," I said. "Do you give good massages too?"
"I've never seen a gay movie, but I had seen a slew of straight porn," Tony said. "The straight movies end with everyone fucking like rabbits. Do the gay ones end the same way?"
"All the ones I have seen do," I said. "Porn isn't noted for its originality. It can be a bit repetitious. Do you like straight porn?"
"It turns me on," Tony said. "Since I'm not married I do a lot of jobs out of town. I am usually was with a pal, Joey. Joey was into tits big time. He liked them big and didn't care if they were watermelon sized. I told him I was a pussy man."
"Are you a pussy man?" I asked.
"Well, I really liked watching a nice and cock slip into a pussy. I like Hedgehog go at it. Do you know that guy, Ron Jeremy?" Tony asked. "I eventually realized it was the cock I liked, not the pussy. I was shocked. It didn't seem possible I was gay. I'm not that way. I do like blow jobs and discovered if you hang out in the right places, there are a lot of men willing to help out a man in need. What about you?"
"Well I knew I was gay in college, but I was always careful and low key. I never liked the flaming queens much," I said. "I'm one of those gay men who can't cook and has no interest in decorating." Tony smiled.
"I'm a good cook," Tony said. "My mother was a great Italian cook. She didn't exactly teach me how to cook, but I can pick things up by just watching. I can hardly believe the things I done with Jake and his pals. It is way beyond my comfort zone."
"I feel the same way," I said. "I've never done group play and never associated with old men before. I've never been with a construction worker either."
"How has it been?" he asked. "I've never fucked a banker either. I've actually never fucked a guy before."
"It has been disconcerting and a bit disturbing," I said. "I never expected to do some of things I have done."
"I feel the same way," Tony said. "I've never done so much gay shit before. What really disturbs me is how much I liked it. It doesn't seem right to like it that much. It's both too gay and too good."
"Tony, you and I share the same feelings." I said. "I've been fucked a few times, but mostly to be polite. My partner wanted it, so I let him do it. I never expected it to feel the way it does when you are in me."
"I was okay?" Tony asked.
"It was great," I replied. "I've never felt so good."
"Was I better than Smitty?"
"Oh yes. Smitty was exciting, but not like you," I said.
There was a lull in the conversation. "I'm embarrassed to say this," Tony said. "I loved it. I didn't know it could feel so good. I thought I was a guy who likes to be with men and who liked to get a blowjob from time to time. I felt as if my cock was made for your ass. It fit like a glove; my cock was at home. The second my cock head popped in, it was good. It got better the deeper I went. As I pulled out it just got better. When I started to pump, it was unbelievable. I meant to pull out before I shot off, but I couldn't. It was just too good."
"I felt you squirting," I said. "Did you feel me squeezing my ass as you shot?"
"Shit yes!" Tony exclaimed.
"I was shocked when I felt you spurting," I added. "Let me tell you, I was never turned on as much as I was when I felt your man seed flooding my ass. I thought I might have been just having a man shoot off in my ass. Earl and Smitty both rear loaded me, but it wasn't the same."
"I don't think I love you, or anything like that, but I would sure like to be with you more," Tony said.
"I think I would like that too," I replied, "especially if it includes sex!"
Tony laughed. "I guess I could do that if I have to," he said. "You need a shower and maybe I can do a massage."
"It still sounds like a porn video plot."
"Is that bad?"
"It sounds good to me." Tony said as we went to the bath. As I said, Tony was used to being sore. He knew what to do. He found a few bruises from the accident. He said they would be fine in a few days. He was also hard the second he joined me in the shower. I was flattered. Taylor was rarely excited. I had to do a lot of sucking to get him up. I wanted to suck Tony, but Tony was already at my cock. I felt better after the shower and even better after he massaged my back.
For a big man Tony was gentle and careful. It felt great. Of course, the back massage was accompanied by an anal massage. Technically, he fucked me, but it lasted for more than an hour and I felt as if his cock was a part of me when it was over.
I discovered Tony didn't necessarily lose his erection after an orgasm. My ass lining became very tender, but his warm man cream provided salve and lubricant. He asked me if he could keep on fucking after the first orgasm. I told him to keep on going until his balls were drained. As far as I could tell, it took four orgasms.
Tony pulled out after the second orgasm. He rolled me over, licked my cock head and then took my massive load. I was ripe. He was like a little boy who was eating his fist ice cream cone. He took every drop. This seemed to re-energize him. His cock returned to my ass. I was relaxed after me orgasm, and his cock felt great.
After Tony left, I took a nap that lasted three hours. The rest of the day was quiet. The next day was Christmas Eve and I had the day off. The bank all but required the load officers to take a vacation day. There is no real business being transacted on that day and they can be generous without any cost.
Tony called me in the morning. He was off for a family event, but he wanted to know how I was doing. I was fine. Jake called, and the bank president came by to see how I was doing. He brought his daughter who made a tearful apology. We had a nice talk. Accidents are accidents and there is no way a teenager can be experienced until they have experience.
Her father made he come over, but I think she was a nice girl and she was genuinely sorry. Eventually it would be a good life experience for her. Her father, Mr. Wilding, asked if I had arraigned for a new car yet. I said I was going to look for another Volvo after Christmas. "Do you use Frederic's Volvo?" he asked. Frederic's was the local dealership; I said yes. "Ask to speak with Mr. Frederic directly, he a good man, we golf together." He asked if I had a rental. I told him all the rental cars were out, due to the holiday, but they would deliver one on the 26th. That was fine for me, I wanted a quiet Christmas at home. They left and I had breakfast.
At 11:00 or so, a man knocked on the door with a rental car. He was Mr. Wilding's insurance agent said they had misunderstood the urgency of my need. Somehow, I guessed Mr. Wilding expected much better service. It was a brand new car.
At noon, Jake came by and ten minutes later Smitty appeared with lunch. The gay telegraph is very fast and dependable. After assuring them I was fine we chatted and ate. They got the news from Tony. After some conversation, I realized they liked Tony, but I couldn't tell if it was like as in "He's a good guy," or like as in, "He's great in bed."
I did something I rarely do; I asked a direct question. They weren't the shyest men in the world. Jake laughed. "He a lot of the first and a little of the later," he replied. "He's a genuinely good man and a top notch builder. Tony's a bit uneasy about sex; he likes it but is picky. I didn't exactly light his fire, but I'd love it if I did. You are the first man he's been with that gets him going."
"I've never seen him react to a man they way he does with you," Smitty said. "I was worried when I saw him fuck you after I had my turn. I gave you the full treatment, with a sphincter stretcher, followed by a deep penetrating rectal buff and shine. I don't shoot off easily, but I rear loaded you and then worked my man lube into every inch of your ass."
"Tony was all worked up and excited when he fucked you then. I was worried he might have second thoughts the next day," Smitty explained. "Some men have a problem watching the guy they love take another man's cock."
"When we talked with him yesterday, he was fine," Jake said.
"He told you about yesterday?" I asked. I don't like show and tell much, especially when it involves my sex life.
"Tony's not much of a talker," Smitty said. "He had a glow about him. I could tell it was good between you and him."
"Were we right about that?" Jake asked.
I nodded.
"I assume he spent some time in your ass," Smitty said. "He expresses himself in orgasms better than in words."
I smiled. "If that's the case he said "I love you," four times," I explained. "He took my cream twice."
"He did?" Smitty asked. "That's a first as far as I know."
"He seemed to like it," I added.
"Did you like it?"
"I did, but I'm not so sure about him. He's a construction worker and . . ."
"And you're a banker?" Jake completed my sentence. "A friend of mine told me you tend to have flings with good looking young men. He told me your relationships are one sided. You provide all the affection, cash and vacation trips. I was thinking you should try a relationship with a man who likes you."
"I not sure I want Tony as a partner," I said.
"I didn't say take his as a partner," Smitty said. "I said develop a relationship. You can be friends, you can be friends with benefits, and you can be fuck buddies."
"When I watched Tony screw you the other day, you enjoyed it big time. That was after Smitty fucked you to heaven and back," Jake said. "Tony was different. It may not have been as good for you as it was for Tony, but it was damn good!"
"Damn, this conversation had turned me on!" Smitty said.
I laughed. "I think it's turned me on too." I said. "I'm not sure I want a deep relationship with you guys, but the fuck buddy idea has some appeal."
"I have a confession to make," Smitty said. "Tony doesn't kiss and tell, but I do. I told Jake you have a dream ass for a fucker, warm, juicy and quivering."
"Earl and Wally may have made it juicy."
"Well, Jake here shoots one hell of a load," Smitty said. "Tony asked him to stop by and check up on you. I'm just a horny old fuck. I just tagged along hoping that lightening would strike and I would get lucky!"
"It is Christmas Eve," I said. "I have nothing to give you, but I have a place where you can put your gifts."
"Is it a tight, dark and warm place?"Smitty asked.
"Let's go to the bedroom," I said.
"Damn it Smitty," Jake said as we went to my room, "I don't know how you get away with what you do!"
"All things come to those who ask," Smitty said.
"I think it's more like, "All things cock to horse hung men who ask," Jake said. We were at my bedroom and we stripped. Conversation stopped. Both Smitty and Jake were all man and aggressive tops. That might be a recipe for disaster or at least an uncomfortable interlude. It wasn't.
I thought I was experienced, but I soon discovered I had no idea of the range of possible ways to suck or fuck. Smitty had fucked me, but I discovered his cock was a dispenser of sweet essence of man juices. He had the high test of pre-cum. My ass was like the door to a whorehouse on the day the fleet came in.
Both were excited so they switched places whenever they were too close to shooting off. Jake's pre cum wasn't as rich as Smitty's but it was more plentiful. He told me he was close and asked if I wanted to know when he was close. For some reason I told him no. I not much of a sperm man, but I wanted his.
I found that sucking a spewing cock was intensely exciting. When he finished, Smitty rolled me over, put my legs on his shoulder and his cock in my ass. The then lifted me up and carried me around the room, supported primarily by his massive cock.
I bounced a little driving his organ deeper. When he returned to the bed, he let me down. He turned me over and fucked me from the rear. Things were confused after that. I fucked Jake as Smitty fucked me, and after Smitty shot off in my ass, Jake spread my legs and ate me out. He said that he and Smitty were old friends. Smitty fed me his cock as Jake tongued my hole.
Smitty had just climaxed in my ass a little earlier, but he soon filled my mouth with his special sauce. Eventually we were all exhausted, and they went home. I was wiped out, but exhilarated.
At ten that night, Tony called me to ask how I was. I told him I was fine. He was back from a family dinner. I asked him he would like to come over for a nightcap.
"It's late," he said.
"You can spend the night," I said. That was fine for him. He spent the night and never left.