Bobby Roberts Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, 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.
When I was in my late teens, I realized that my parents had been a problem. That didn't bother me since I had no memory of my parents. They died when I was two. They had a drug problem and were blown up when they were making a batch of drugs and got the recipe wrong. Five people died, my parents, one of their pals (name unknown) and a the man wife who lived next door. They had four children who were at school. The police didn't know where my parents lived. It was in a rundown trailer park.
One of the neighbors, Roddy, found me alone walking away from the fire. He took me home. Roddy took me to his partner Will's house. Roddy was a hairdresser; Will was a house builder. Nothing survived the fire, so it took a while to realize there was a missing child.
Finding a home for four orphaned children was difficult, but a childless couple adopted them. Almost no one knew I was alive. Will's father was a well-known lawyer and Will was awarded custody of me. That was pretty much a secret. They named me Bobby. No one knew my actual name. Will and Roddy were perfect parents. Will owned an up-and-coming construction company. Roddy was known as an emergency hairdresser. If something went wrong with a hairdo the day before the prom, he could fix it. He was excellent with people with birth defects. They looked good with one of his haircuts. The wife of a judge paid for Roddy to cut the hair of the residents of two adult homes.
I am not sure if I was ever adopted. Will and Roddy were all you would want for parents. They were loving, helpful, and supportive. I did well in school from the start and I got better as I got older. I wasn't athletic, but I worked on the school newspaper and got into the honor society. I knew my parents were gay, but that wasn't a problem.
When I grew up, I wasn't what anyone would call a catch. In high school I was a little less than six feet tall, stocky, and hairy. I had to shave in eighth grade. I also knew from the gym showers I was well hung. No one at school admitted they were gay. Girls liked me as a friend. but not as a date.
Will's construction firm grew, but he maintained a crew to handle small emergency projects. That made a lot of friends. In the summer I worked on small jobs for my father as a carpenter's helper. I was repairing storm damage on Mr. Thomas's house, when the rest of the crew was called away to an emergency. I stayed where I was since I was finishing the touch up painting.
Around five I had a call from Dad. A car had run into the porch of a historic house. They had to prop it up and they were waiting for scaffolding and lumber. It would be an hour or so before they could get me. I said that was no problem for me.
Mr. Thomas came home from work and was pleased with the work. He had just gotten divorced and was preparing the house for sale. He told me he had been in school with my dad, and they had a lot of fun back then. I said it was hard to see dad as being fun.
He said he was sure Dad and Roddy still had fun. Mr. Thomas looked embarrassed when he realized what he had said.
"Do you still like to have fun?" I asked.
"I would like to get into it again," he said.
"I'm a week short of twenty. I started school late," I said. I've never done anything, but I am thinking it's about time."
"You look like you need a cool drink," he said. "It's hot as hell out here." We went into the house.
The air conditioning was off, but it was comfortable inside. We went to the library. Mr. Thomas stripped off his polo shirt. I took off my tee shirt. I was soaking so he took it and draped it over a wood chair. I had dropped my jeans and jockeys. Mr. Thomas did the same and took a step closer to me, dropped to his knees and swallowed my cock.
I had an odd flashback. It was a small child who was tasting an ice cream cone for the first time. This was what my cock was made for. It wasn't just to piss from, it was for Mr. Thomas to suck. Somehow, I knew Mr. Thomas knew that too.
I knew that some people referred to Gay sex as "unnatural." This was as natural as it could be. After sucking me for a few minutes, Mr. Thomas stood up, dropped his trousers. I was on my knee's seconds later, trying to swallow his entire cock. He moaned. He was uncut and I used my tongue to push the foreskin back.
I caressed his knob and tasted the fluids drooling from his slit. It was sweet and tasted good. It wasn't urine. I shivered when I realized I was tasting another man's sex juices for the first time. When he shot off, it was beautiful. It was also plentiful. He seemed to pump out sperm for minutes. I knew that couldn't be true. When I swallowed the last drops, I asked if he wanted to take mine.
He said it would be better if we started fresh and asked if we could trade numbers. That was fine with me. My cell phone rang, it was Will. He said they were cleaning up and would be on the way to pick me up and a few minutes.
Mr. Thomas and I dressed. I went outside to wait. Mr. Thomas joined me with a check to pay for the work. I had no idea what would be next, but I wanted very much for there to be a next time. I was going to Mid-State University. It was thirty miles away. Roddy had bought a new car and gave me his old car. That meant I could get home easily.
That was nice, but it puzzled me. It turned out Roddy had cancer, so he wanted me to be available to come home to help. I loved college, it was more challenging than high school, but more interesting and rewarding. I was older than many of the students, many of whom were pretending to be kids. I found friends who were interested in the same things I liked.
When I went home for Christmas vacation, Roddy was doing well. He qualified for an experimental procedure that might work. He was worried that Dad would be alone if he died. I told him I would be there when he needed me. Dad took Roddy to see his parents. There had been some bad times between them, but that was in the past. They wanted to be a family and they wanted Dad to be a part of it. Roddy was very pleased.
After they left, I dropped in to see Mr. Thomas, he had company, Larry Miller. Miller was TV weather and news man. I realized that had interrupted something. When Mr. Thomas went off to get drinks, Miller came over to me. "Thomas told me you had a good time the last time you were here. He and I share an interest in naked games. He said you were fun."
"We had a good time," I said, "Do you think a threesome would be more fun than a duo?"
Larry smiled. "I may be a little rusty, but I' m willing to give it a try," he replied. When Mr. Thomas returned, we all stripped naked. Larry had gone to pot, but the part I liked the best was still in good condition. He dropped to his knees and swallowed my cock. He remembered how to make friends. I would have thought I would be nervous being naked when meeting a new guy. It wasn't a problem at all.
We traded places. While Larry's body had gone to pot, his cock was fully functional, and his ass was firm and welcoming. I got him on his back and shoved my cock into his ass. I think it's hard for an ass to express emotion, but I think his sphincter thought it was the 4th of July. Thomas was fucking me. He lost control and filled my ass with cum as I filled Larry's rectal void. We rested. Someone knocked at the back door of the house. Mr. Thomas went to the window, looked out, and said, "It's OK."
He went to the back door. There was some mumbling and then Thomas brought Sargent Otis Smith of the city police to us. "I have found another man who wants to join our merry band," Mr. Thomas said. I didn't know Sargent Smith, but I had seen him around.
He was tall, muscular, and about forty-five. Thomas came over to me and introduced me to Smith.
"Bobby, Sargent Smith is a top. He sometimes complains that he likes a tighter ass than we older guys can provide." Tommy explained.
"Tommy, you make me sound like a crude looser." Smith said as he stripped. "I like to relax and chill out."
"That's fine with me," I said. "Does shooting all the sperm in your balls deep into me relax you?"
Smith smiled. "As a matter of fact, it does," he said. "I do have a high stress job. Sometimes I need to unload two or three times. Is that a problem?"
"I will let you know when it's a problem." I said. We all laughed. It was not a problem.
Smith moaned "Oh Baby!" as his cock slid deep into my ass. It was more of a cock massage than a fuck and a little later I felt him squirting his cum deep in me. I felt a wave of his affection as he ejaculated. We were both shocked at the emotions we felt.
I later realized that Smith and I were similar in many ways. We were both masculine men who craved sex with other men. Will, my father was masculine, but he liked Roddy, who was effeminate. They got along well and loved each other. Will topped; Roddy bottomed. It worked for them. I knew I would need to have a different relationship with Smith.
When Smith pulled out, my ass remained dilated. Larry and then Thomas took time filling the void.
Thomas had an engagement that evening, and the group broke apart. We all agreed that we wanted to get together again.
I went home, had dinner, and fell asleep. Two days later I had a call from Will who said that Roddy was very tired and had taken a turn for the worse. He would spend a few days longer with Roddy's parents.
I went out for a walk. Otis Smith drove by in his cruiser. The opened his window and I walked over.
"I just finished my rounds. Any chance we could talk?" he asked. I said yes and there were the remains of a pot of coffee back in my kitchen. He came home with me. He knew where I lived. I made a better cup of coffee than the standard Sherriff's office brew and he appreciated it.
"I am embarrassed to be here. It's hard for me to admit I enjoyed it so much," he said.
"Are you talking about shoving your cock deep into my ass and then draining your balls in me?" I asked. "I case you are worried, I loved it."
"That is what I wanted to talk about. I loved it too,' Otis said. "I was afraid it was too much."
"I have a suspicion that too much is what you want in sex," I said. "Is your problem that you felt too much?" He nodded.
"Let's go to my bedroom and see if we can feel too much again," I said, and we did. An hour later we knew it wasn't a fluke. It was better. Otis fucked me to an orgasm, pulled out and then ate every quivering drop of my load.
"I didn't know anything could be that good," he said. "Are you okay?"
"Somehow, your cock feels like it was meant to be in my ass. I could feel every squirt. It was beautiful," I replied.
We talked for a while. Otis told he that he liked sex with men. He said he had some pals from school he messed around with. He told them he had sex with a guy, and it was much more intense then what they did. He thought they would be shocked. They wanted to know more and were interested in doing more. Two of his buddies had seen gay porn and thought it was interesting. I was on my back and he to fingers in my ass, massaging my prostate
"Is there any chance that you might like to meet my pals?" he asked.
"I wouldn't want you to think I am a slut, but I suspect there are few gay men who would not say no to an orgy," I said. "I'm not much interested in a ladies' tea party, but a naked tea party with hard cocks and ass holes ready to be explored, is just fine."
"That might be a learning experience for the guys," Otis said. I was almost ready to shoot off when his radio began to beep. There was an accident, and he went off. My phone went off. It was Will. Roddy had died two hours earlier. He wanted me to call his friends and let them know. The funeral was going to be at Roddy's family plot.
I was afraid the funeral would be a dismal affair if Roddy's family were shocked at Roddy's gay friends. Everyone was good and friendly. They were all glad to meet me.
Roddy considered me to be his son, and there were pleased to meet me and knew all about my childhood and college career, Roddy had contributed to me, his nephews and his nieces' college funds too.
A week later Will was back running his construction company and I was back at college. I had a good year at college, and I spent the summer working for the construction company. Will picked up several large projects in the spring and the firm was loaded with work.
I ran into Otis and he asked if I was still interested in getting together with his friends. I told him I was still interested. On the week after 4th of July, Will went to New York City to meet with some old friends. Otis had his little group together on the same weekend. We were to meet at the Miller House, Roger Miller owned the house now, his parents had died several years earlier.
Roger was ten years older than me. His mother had been the country treasurer for twenty years and Roger inherited the position. Three other men were in the group. Billy Yount was a dairy farmer; Sam Cohen" ran a men's clothing store and Stanley Montvale was a surveyor. I was younger than them, but I had seen them around. While I was younger than they were, I knew a lot more about gay sex than they did.
"I know your dad, Will, well," Stanley said, "We work on the same projects all the time. Otis is convincing. I'm shy and a bit uneasy about this."
"Don't worry. You can relax. This isn't an initiation or a test." I said. Otis and I hit it off. This is just for fun. Nothing is required," I said. "One of the nice things about man sex is that there is no evidence left behind. I can assure you there will be no baby in nine months."
"I have only known Bobby for a little while, but we hit it off big time," Otis said, "Let's just say that I discovered a lot of things we have done at the pond were just the dog paddle. Bobby has been preparing for the Olympics.
"We are all boys here. We all have the same equipment. They all work the same way. My parents died before I got to know them. I never got the talk about making babies. Two gay men raised me, and their genitals were for having fun, not making babies," I said.
"It turns out that making babies is a big deal. Playing with your pals is just fun, at first it was a bit messy. I discovered that if you licked up the mess or swallowed it, there was no mess, only the fun, I knew how good it felt when I shot off. I discovered that taking a pal's load as he shot off was good too, and it got better the more I did it. Your tongue can't get down into a guy's cock, but your cock is designed to serve your load into my mouth."
"There in one problem. Most guys I know hide their feelings and emotions. We all like to keep things private, I discovered a little switch that turn off that switch when a guy is sucking a hard cock. There is an attractive characteristic to that switch. It turns on that as soon as sperm dribbles from your cock. Your playmate and you have only beautiful memories," I said.
"Incidentally, all of your parents' warnings about sex and getting a girl in trouble vanish when you are sampling your pals' special sauce." I added. The men laughed. I began to strip, and they followed my lead. We were all erect or at half-staff.
I went over to Roger and Stanley. Roger was a tall, thin, rather dapper man with every hair in place. He was smooth, but in good shape. Stanley obviously spent a lot of time outside. His face was weathered. he was an outdoors man, with tanned body and a dusting of sun-bleached hair over his body.
"I am not that shy," is it okay if I get the ball rolling?" I asked as I dropped to my knees.
I took Stanley's cock head into my mouth.
"What if I pop?" He asked.
"I like fresh, home brewed cum," I said. As I sucked Stanley got rock hard and began to drool precum. The rest of the men gathered around us.
"Is it okay if we watch?" Sam asked.
I pulled away and licked up the precum drooling from Stanley's cock. "I don't think of you as an audience," I said. "You are preview of coming attractions." The men laughed and got closer. The men relaxed and were more comfortable.
Sam got on the floor and licked my erect cock. He liked it a lot. I liked it too. It turns out that five, naked, erect men can find pleasure without much searching.
I knew the men were uneasy, so I rearranged myself to make my asshole more evident. That little trick worked like magic, far better than I expected.
"Are you okay?" Roger asked. "I didn't know you could massage the inside of a man's ass."
"It looks like fun," Stanley said. "I'm afraid I might shoot off."
"I think that is the grand finale," Roger said. Stanley shot off and Sam took his place.
I played the young sophisticate by crying, "Fill me up!" Sam had a huge orgasm. When it pulled out some sperm drooled from my ass. Roger came over and shoved his cock deep into me.
"Holy fuck! I didn't know it would be that good," he cried.
Gang rape and gang bang are unattractive phrases. Sequential cock massage is a mouthful, as is a sperm enhanced rectal massage.
When the last man pulled out of my ass, everyone was relaxed and mellow. The men discovered that depositing their sperm in a friendly man's ass was relaxing. The tension and danger of a fire tended to fade as their cocks skipped into my ass. When a man began to slow his thrusting, I would tighten my ass and assured him I wanted it all.
Each man climaxed in me and enjoyed it. Roger asked if I wanted to fuck him. I told him that I did, but I wanted him to be fully loaded. A full load makes a man more receptive.