Nineteen Hundred Part 2
Bald Hairy Man
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!
At the end of the summer, just before school reopened, Londontown all but closed down. This was the last time for a vacation before businesses and the school were in full operation. It was hot and humid and it was a good time to take a trip to a lake or visit friends and relatives. I was busy getting ready for classes, and Rufus was restocking for the fall and winter.
Rufus had a little party for close friends over over the weekend starting on Friday evening and ending on late Sunday afternoon. It was more of an open house when men could drop in and renew old friendships. His house was large but there weren't enough bedrooms, but the residents and visitors were willing to share and there were accommodations for all the guests.
Rufus described it as an extended picnic. That was untrue, unless you considered warm sperm served directly from the balls picnic fare. Issac Stockton came early and stayed later. Freddy was there, with Blackey and his best friend Don. I was surprised when Father Edgar O'Brien came over. He was at the end of his annual vacation, and spent the last two days with Rufus. I also ran into Edwin Saterwhite, a lawyer and the Mayor of Londontown.
There were two teachers from my school at the party. Douglas Minor was an English teacher and was a serious rather aloof man, and Coach Butch "Hurley-burly" Smith also attended. I got along well with Coach. He had some varsity football and basketball players in my classes. Several of his best players were in my classes. Butch and Douglas personalities were polar opposites, but they were both good men, most interested in their students.
Evergreen Lodge was on the edge of town. It had a fine garden and by the end of the summer the greenery provided complete seclusion from the street. Rufus had a caretaker, Mr. Jones, who wandered the property with a huge hound named Mephistopheles. The dog was a good judge of character, and any suspect visitor immediately knew the Evergreen Lodge was not a public park.
Most of the men had been to the party before and they knew what to expect. It was not a conventional party. It was a sexual event with little bits of conversation included. While I had been uneasy about this, but I realized a lot of sex with a few conversations was not much of a problem for me. The biggest problem was admitting I enjoyed it so much. I was afraid some of my unease might offend some of the guests. That turned out not to be a problem since my genitals were 100% into the sex.
I was also surprised that my first connections were with Coach Smith and Father O'Brien. Father O'Brien was comfortable having sex with men, bur was most comfortable with non-Catholics. Coach liked to be with men who were not into sports. Neither man wanted shop talk with their sexual playmates. O'Brien told me that some guys thought sex with a priest might improve their chances of getting to heaven. Smith told me he liked man sex much more than he did shop talk about the teams and the chances of getting to the tournaments.
While I was young, but my ability to accommodate and reciprocate was much admired. I was new to the scene I discovered a new skill with the Butch and O'Brien. They were experienced and eager. Since they were well known men locally, they were to insure their playmates enjoyed the sexual experience. If any playmate was unhappy, their lives could be ruined by a whisper.
They both had long, comparatively thin, cocks. They quickly discovered I could take both cocks simultaneously. The tight confines of my ass maximized genital contact between their cock and my ass. I had never been double fucked before. They took their time. Butch bellowed when he shot off.
Several men applauded. They knew what a bellow meant. It was the first orgasm of the evening. Seconds after Butch shot off O'Brien climaxed. He shivered and twitched with each ejaculation. Both men had extended, productive orgasms. I liked that a lot. We attracted an audience. Cum drooling from my well used ass excited them.
I was surprised when Edwin Saterwhite, the Mayor, raised and spread my legs and used his tongue to coax the freshly ejaculated sperm from my hole. I relaxed as he worked his almost prehensile tongue to search my ass. Apparently, he was known for this. I didn't know him well. My experience was mostly of his pompous speeches at official ceremonies. When he finished harvesting sperm from my ass he asked if he offended me. I said no, but it has surprised me.
"I am not at all athletic, but I was the water boy for the teams at school. I was a joke, but when they had some sexual play, they would let me clean up whatever drooled from an ass." He explained. "This may may sound strange but I loved it. While the boys kidded me about it, I knew they loved it too,"
"And you still love it?" I asked.
"You couldn't tell?" he asked.
I smiled and said I liked it too. "Are you interested in making a deposit in my ass?" I asked.
"You would let me do that?" he asked. "Would you let me lick it up after?" I nodded.
Edwin was overweight and hairy. He had a thick, stubby cock and huge balls. I had never taken a cock like his before. Surprisingly it was a good fit. My ass was just tight enough. He didn't fuck my ass, he massaged my prostate. That all but drove me crazy. He moaned as he shot off, pulled out and began to coax his freshly deposited sperm from my ass. He loved it.
I got to know Edwin pretty well during the weekend event. His pompous and pretentious style hid an intelligent and well meaning man. He had been unhappily married to an unpleasant woman. She had died and he was a good father to his sons. He ran a successful business in addition to being a good mayor. While his rhetorical style was old fashioned, he supported modern water and sewer systems. He supported parks and playgrounds and school.
His sexual interlude with me was a major event in his life. I provided the perfect ass for his needy cock. He rarely topped.
At that time I barely knew I had a prostate. Edwin's cock was the perfect tool to work the prostate. His pre cum was the perfect lubricant. When he ejaculated he bathed my prostate in slippery sperm and then filled my ass with home brew. I loved it and I loved the multiple explosions of sperm in my ass. Edwin was shivering and shaking with each ejaculation. Even after he sucked up his sperm from my hole a few of the men at the party discovered the secret lubricant filling my ass.
The weekend was a success for me. The sex was good, but more importantly it was comfortable. It was without the stress I associated with man on man sex. Everyone was into it and willing. There was no drama, only pleasure. I thought that stress might have added to the excitement of man to man sex. I came to realize that a cock didn't need stress to get excited. The cunning placement of the prostate was a great contributor to anal pleasure.
I realized that while Edwin and I were off in a secluded corner. it seemed that most of the men noticed our connection. Naked men can't hide their feelings.
Most of the men had been to parties at Evergreen lodge before and knew what to expect. There were several new men there to freshen up the guest list. I was new ans several working men were invited. Rufus was a good judge of character. Wilson Malloy from the bank was there. Dennis the cook was also a participant.
Elder Stockton, who owned a lumberyard, came with two lumberjacks, Rudyard and Theo. Rudyard looked to be more closely related to a bear than a human, and Theo was muscular French-Canadian from Quebec. His English wasn't good, but he seemed to have no problem being understood. Rufus claimed that no one had any problem understanding Theo's cock.
When I first saw Rudyard and Theo were so big they were intimidating. Once I were directly connected to their cock, all was well. Rudyard started working in his early teens. His father was a lumberjack and died in an accident. He was the sole support for his mother. No one guessed the was a minor when he was 14.
Once you got past the reddish-brown coat coat of hair covering his body and the beaver sized beard, his blue eyes twinkled. I had run into men like him in my night classes. When men are confronted by adversity, some give up, some do what has to be done. Somehow, Rudyard reminded me of one of those powerful stream shovels that could do the work of twenty men.
Theo was big, but not massive. He was built like a gymnast. I found out he was the man who scaled a tree to cut off the upper branches. I could speak some French from my college days. Theo was polite and he treated my efforts to speak with him as a good gesture.
Both men liked man sex, but they clearly weren't sure of the rules and expectations. While there were what might be described as a fine figure of a man, most of the guests were upper class and they weren't sure how to get the ball rolling. Due to my teaching experience especially night school, I had experience with a broad range of people, especially with under educated working men.
I sat with them at lunch and, mentioned I had an itch in a hard to reach place. I assumed the subtle refined approach was not necessary.
"I would like to help you with that, but guys seem to think I have no easy piece of meat," Rudyard said. Theo didn't know what we said. My limited French and some obscene gestures clarified the conversation.
"Theo wouldn't mind helping you out," Rudyard said. "I was hoping you might both take a poke," I replied. "No one had been up my ass yet. That depends if you like sloppy seconds. Not everyone enjoys that."
"This might be your lucky day," Rudyard said after he talked with Theo. "We've never tried sloppy seconds, but I doubt that would be a problem. I was thinking I should go first." He paused briefly. "I think he would like to fuck a hole filled with my load. It might be messy. Is that too much for you?"
I smiled and Rudyard raised my legs, exposing my asshole. He didn't exactly fuck me. His huge cock occupied me. By the time his entire tool was in me, I wasn't exactly sure who I was. It was almost too big. I wondered if I could live the rest of my life squirming on his cock. I don't know if he took his time, or if I had lost my sense of time. Eventually he shot off. He pulled out seconds before Theo filled the void.
Theo churned the sperm stew in my ass. His cock wasn't as thick as Rudyard's, bit it was longer. When he pulled out after he shot off, my hole gaped open. Elder Stockton's tongue explored my ass. A man I didn't know joined him sharing natures bounty. I was surprised to see Father O'Brien squirming on Rudyard's cock. I had a feeling O'Brien was at the gates of heaven, with the heavenly host looking on approvingly.
My event with Rudyard and Theo seemed to have been inspirational. It wasn't exactly wild, but everyone seems to have been inspired.
Of course Rufus' weekend end party was well planned, and men were expected to be sexually engaged. It was not choreographed. While we all knew there would be man-to-man sex, exactly what or with whom was unknown. While most of them men knew each other, there were some who were here for the first time.
I discover several unexpected things. While some men are shy, most men lost that shyness when sexually aroused. It is hard to be standoffish sucking a man's cock or squirming on his tool when it is up your ass. Sharing orgasms, or tasting a man sperm is a lot more than shaking hands on a street corner. You can claim to be shy, but sucking up and swallowing his sperm is intimate.
It is also nearly impossible to remain aloof as you drain your balls into a needy mouth. A hearty "Nice Job!" followed by shaking hands is rarely appropriate.
My connection with Rudyard and Theo was a success and other men were eager to make them feel welcome.
Blackey and his pal Don were talking with Coach Smith. Don was a young, muscular guy who worked on the loading dock. He had the look of a football player, but he had left school at fifteen. His father was the town drunk who was in jail for trying to killing Don's mother. Coach Smith waved at me to come over.
A few minutes later Smith was fucking Blackey and I was with Don. We talked and I fondled Don's cock. He leaned close to me. "I saw you taking Theo's cock up the ass. I didn't know a gentleman would let a guy like Theo do him."
"He is an impressive man," I said. "I don't want to sound like a sex crazed man, but he and I were ready, willing, and able. He looks good, but his cock hit all the good spots in my ass." "It looked as if he shot off up your behind," Don said in a whisper.
"He did and it was real good. It was beautiful. I love it when a man loses control and shoots his man juice in to me." I said. "I like sucking man seed from a guy's cock, but it's even better when he squirts it up my ass. I get really excited."
"I've never done anything like that," Don said. "Until I met Blackey I didn't know guys could do stuff like that."
Of course I knew what he wanted, so I dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around his semi erect cock. He moaned. "I'm afraid I might shoot off," he whispered.
"That's why we are here," I said. "Just do what comes natural. You have beautiful cock." I returned to sucking his cock. I noticed Blackey smiling as he watched us.
A few minutes later Don's cock was deep in my ass and Don was the happiest man in the world. His cock was rock hard and I guessed his balls were close to being overfilled. A few minutes later he couldn't hold back any longer and he flooded my sex tunnel. His ejaculations were forceful, so I felt every spurt.
When he pulled out Blackey and Edwin were at my ass fighting over the cum drooling from my ass. Don asked if I was okay and I told him I was more than just okay.
"I made a mess in your rear," he said.
I smiled and told him cumming in me was a gift not a mess. It turned out that Don was a lot more than okay. He seemed to think that piss and sperm were related. "They are completely different. They just happen to share a common path for deliveries," I explained. "Piss is a waste product; sperm can make babies. For some men, sperm can also make good friends."
"Do I have to take it up the ass?" he asked.
"No," I replied. "You're a big man. You will figure out what is good for you. When you suck a cock you can pull away when you sense a guy in going to shoot. You can take the load and spit it out, or you can take it and swallow. I figure if a man is going to make it, and shoot it off I might as well take it."
"Does it taste good?" Don asked.
I laughed. "Well it's never going to replace icing on the cake," I said. "I figure that if a man is excited enough to make it in he balls and shoot in into me, it's only polite to take it. I should tell you I wasn't just being polite with you. For me, your load was the icing on the cake!"
When Blackey coaxed the last sperm drops from me ass. "Don, I told you that Dudley was a regular guy. He's a good sport too," he said. "Many of the guys like him are standoffish." He leaned close to Don. "All of the men here are playful, but they are afraid someone might tell tales. That why I licked up your seed from Woodrow's ass. There is no evidence."
"Do you like the taste?" Don asked.
"Yours did," he replied. "This my sound odd, but you and Dudley have sweet tasting man scum. You two seem to match."
I was surprised when my cock got hard from our sex talk. Blackey got on his hands and knees, he then spread his legs so his hole was open. I was getting ready to get up and take a poke, when Rufus came over and shove his fuck tool into Blackey's ass. Looking back it certainly was not the first time Rufus's cock visited Blackey's ass. Blackey liked it a lot.
All was well at the party.