The Talent Scout;
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.
My parents were short on imagination. I am John Smith. I do not have a middle name so I was the only John Smith in school, there were four John Smith in school, but I was the only one with no middle initial. I could sing, and I was talented and by high school I was in all the plays and concerts, I had been a tenor, but at 13 years, I became a baritone-bass. I was a real baritone, but I could pass for a bass.
In college I became a baritone-bass-conductor-director. I was imaginative, but more importantly I was diplomatic. I tended to get along with people. I am now the executive director of the Golden Mountain Chorus and Symphony. After a few years it became, "up and coming," and "well regarded." We were well regarded as many of our members moved on to better things.
I am gay, but I never mixed business with pleasure. Young, talented, men and women do not need a messy sexual affair to launch their careers. The casting couch is not a musical instrument.
I became a reputable talent scout. I could tell the difference between a man who had talent and one who only wore a costume of a talented man or woman. I also could help then to save their voices form the demands of high-volume rock music.
A few of my musical friends were sexual friends too. One friend, Julian said that I was a good friend and sex partner, but not a lover. It was enjoyable, pleasurable, but not more than that. After the exchange of sperm we were still friends.
By accident I visited Julian when he was with new sex partner, Scooter. Scooter was a redneck's redneck. He was about twenty-five, and a construction worker. I had a brief conversation, and was ready to leave, when Julian asked if I had done a threesome.
I said no, but I wasn't opposed to the idea. Scooter asked what I liked to do. I said I sucked and fucked, but if anybody came up with something new, I was ready to try it. Julian said that he wasn't very adventurous.
The conversation might gone on for longer, but Scooter began to strip. Julian and I followed his lead. We went to Julian's bedroom. Scooter said he came from the worksite and needed to shower. We all showered. Five minutes later we were all showering and the tenseness associated with finding a new sexual playmate vanished. Scooter was in good shape, hairy, uncut, and hung.
"I've never fucked a guy before. Guys said my cock is too big." Scooter said. "I have a short fuse and am afraid I might shoot off in an ass."
"I've done it all," I said, "I like them big, and I love to feel a man shooting his load in my ass. I do like a guy who opens his ass for recreational purposes." Julian watched us in silence, but he was rock hard. We finished the shower, dried off and went to the bedroom.
I sucked Scooter's cock, Julian sucked mine and Scooter sucked Julian's. All was well. Julian was quite enthusiastic. Often it took some time to taste the pre cum drool. The juice was already flowing. Scooter's cock drool was plentiful from the start as was his enthusiasm. We switched positions enough to make my hole available to Scooter's tongue. I soon felt his tongue exploring the rosebud and pushing deeper into my hole.
Julian moved so he could suck my cock and watch Scooter. He must have liked it since his cock was drooling. I had tasted his drool before, but this was high-test. Julian was usually reserved. I wondered if he knew his cock was drooling enthusiastically. Scooter had his tongue probing my ass.
Scooter pulled out and lubricated his cock and my hole. "Should I go in in slow or fast?" he asked.
"Go in slow." I said. "Your cock will know when you need to go fast!" He pushed his cock in a few inches.
He stopped when he encountered my sphincter. "What should I do now" he asked.
"Make a few thrusts getting stronger each time," I said, "I want it in me, it will give way." Thirty seconds later my sphincter gave up the battle and he was in. He stopped at my prostate when I shivered.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked. Scooter's cock was thick, so there was no way to avoid the pressure. I was moaning in pleasure, but I managed to tell him to fill me up. Ten minutes later he began to ejaculate and injected multiple volleys of sperm into my ass. Our threesome broke up, but we were happy men.
The next day Julien called me and asked if I was okay. I said I couldn't be better.
"Scooter is quite a man. I wish I could let myself go and be more like him," Julien said. "I assume you noticed I am a snob. My parents were that way, and I was brought up being better than the lower orders."
"I could tell you were relaxing some," I said, "I thought you were enjoying it?"
"I was carried away," he said. "That doesn't happen often." We talked a little more and I realized he was trapped in his parents' world.
A week later Scooter knocked on my door. I lived in a cottage. Scooter said he hoped our meeting had been okay. I said it was a pleasure, and asked him in. I am not an art collector but I did buy paintings and sculptures I liked. There were paintings form gay artists who were interested in the male body. None were porn, but there were no fig leaves. Scooter liked them.
We had a second fuck session. It was just as successful as the first. Afterwards he asked if I wanted to fuck him. I said I would like too, but it was up to him.
"Some men don't like it. It may not fit, and it can be painful. Yours is a perfect fit for me," I said.
"I have a good friend I told about you," Scooter said. "I didn't give your name or anything. He would like to meet you."
"I don't know about that," I said. "A threesome would be fine. I am not sure about a one on one."
Scooter smiled. Ten minutes later he deposited a second load in my ass. He dressed and went home, a happy man.
I went to see Julian the next day. He donated to the Golden Mountain Chorus. The town had an abandoned movie palace, The Capitol. He knew the man, Dick Manson, who owned it. One of the man's businesses had done too well and he badly needed a write-off. He was willing to give it to the Chorus.
I went to see the Capitol with Julian and Dick. It turned out that while Dick had no interest in the arts, his wife did. he had recently lost a teen age daughter to cancer and his wife had been devastated. She had been in one of our youth choruses. They sang at the funeral.
The Capitol was in good shape. Dick was good about maintenance, and he remembers watching Westerns in the Saturday matinee in his childhood. It had a beautiful, over-the-top interior. Dick had run the heat during cold spells to protect the decoration. I was very interested.
A fully equipped modern theater could easily cost millions of dollars. Renovating an old, fully equipped theater was a bargain, an expensive bargain, but a bargain.
In its prime, the Capitol was popular. Everyone had fond memories. That included the Mayor and city council, the local college, the general populace, and the major businesses. Dick's daughter's death had been a shock for upper class families. They were shocked that disaster could strike them.
Things fell into place quickly. Six months later the Golden Mountain Chorall owned the Capitol theater.
I was the hero of the day. It turned out that being a bit hyperactive, well organized, and knowing everybody was winning combination.
I got along with Dick well. He came with Julian which struck me as an odd combination. I discovered Dick, Julian, and I shared one common interest, gay sex. Dick and I shared an interest in anal sex. I was a safe person for him to fuck. Julian didn't take it in the ass, but he was a good sucker.
Given the Capitol Theater gift it seemed that taking him up the ass was the least I could do. Dick was well hung but graceless. I knew I could fake it if necessary. It was not necessary.
I barely admitted to myself that I was rarely displeased with a man's fucking technique. Actually, I was never disappointed by a cock my ass. Dick knew I was enjoying it. His cock was an honored guest, not an invader. I didn't just take a cock in my ass, I massaged it. He was surprised when he shot off multiple volleys. His cock was still twitching after he pulled out.
"Damn, I didn't expect that," he said. "I am embarrassed."
"Did it feel good?" I asked.
"It sure was," he replied. "Was it good for you?" I said it was.
Dick pushed his cock back into me, bent over and we kissed. We broke apart.
"I'm embarrassed again. I didn't expect that." Dick said.
I smiled and said, "Dick it is alright to feel pleasure when you shoot off. I liked it too. It's natural and was good for both of us."
Dick was a conventional man and found it hard to admit he enjoyed gay sex. He did drop in from time to time, unannounced. Once he came at the same time as Scooter. I knew the while I wasn't his type, Scooter was.
"I know why we are here together. Why don't we pool our resources and have a good time?" I suggested.
Both men wanted to fuck me, and all was well. While I am an openly gay man, Dick and Scooter were straight except for their interest in gay sex. Scooter admitted he liked sex with men. I suspected Dick had isolated moments of sexual madness with men before he reverted to his regular self.
The men alternated fucking me. That was good, but soon was more than just good. Scooter shot off first and that was more than good for Dick. He fucked my sperm filled ass with great enthusiasm. I had opened my back door doors for recreational use, but this was more than I expected. Dick wanted to leave, but I told him it would be better to relax and calm down. He would avoid a wet spot on his pants that way.
I had a feeling that both men had a second orgasm trapped in their balls. I don't like to be an old fag, but I was right.
Dick eased his cock back into me. Scooter sucked my cock until Dick pulled out and told Scooter. It was his turn. Dick sucked my cock until Scooter popped. Scooter pulled out, and Dick took the last volley Scooter's cock. The men dressed and went home. I had a good idea that we would meet again soon.
I had aways thought I was like a perpetual motion machine. I fainted after a fund-raising event. I thought I might have had a heart attack. After testing, the doctors told me my problem was plain old exhaustion. My normal six in the morning to one or two the next morning schedule was a problem.
The board appointed Liz Smith to be my assistant and Henry Willard to be my assistants. Both had worked with me for years. Willard was a diplomat. Liz would have made a good warden for a prison for incorrigibles. Liz was a good person but didn't suffer fools lightly. Fortunately she was not a sadist, and was kind, but realistic.
My workload was much reduced. I was more relaxed and had a sensible schedule. I had known Henry for years. He knew what I liked, and scheduled appointments accordingly. I worked four workdays and weekend I went to performances but did no conducting for anything other than working with some choral groups.
I was surprised when Dick told me he would like me to meet a friend of his, Frederic DeVille. Frederic was the Chairman of the Board for a large industrial firm. He belonged to the same golf club as Dick. Frederic was a good golfer. Dick was a poor golfer. They accidentally met in the shower room. While they barely knew each other, Frederic discovered a new world when his cock visited Dick's ass.
A week later they came to my house on Saturday morning. Frederick was a big, bear-like man.
He wasn't handsome, but he could be described as commanding and memorable. His wife had died in a car crash and his kids had been in one of my youth choirs.
"You know I am gay. I like sucking and fucking. That includes giving and taking. I am afraid the technical term is horny bastard or gay slut," I said. "I like to be sucked, suck, fuck and be fucked. I like cum spurting from your cock and up my ass. You may have guesses I am not shy."
"I enjoy squirming on your cock up my ass, drinking it from your cock," I said I am not shy.
"I want you to have fun. I love what I do. I want you to feel the same way," I said.
"I'm a big guy," Frederick said.
"I have no ideas how far my ass can stretch. I would like to find out!" I said.
We went to my bedroom and stripped. Frederick was bigger naked than dressed and his cock was uncut and big. Dick was naked too. I dropped to my knees, took Frederick's uncut tool into my mouth, and peeled the foreskin back to expose the foreskin. My tongue found his wide slit and I tasted precum. I licked it and Frederic moaned. All was well.
His cock head had been unused since his wife died. His cock appreciated the attention. I had no idea if he had previous gay experience or it was just mother nature expressing itself, but Frederic was into naked gay sex. He sucked my cock when Frederick fucked me, and then traded places with Dick. Frederick's cock was filling, and was in full working order. His entire cock was in me with no room to spare.
It was thick, long and intensely pleasurable. I loved it, but I soon realized it was more pleasurable for Frederick. The was just enough space to allow me to squeeze his cock. My ass massaged his cock. He had never felt that before and he loved it.
He would pull his cock out so only his cock head remained on the dark side of my sphincter. When he pushed in, I grabbed his cock with my ass muscles. He and I loved it. I found out later that while his was proud of his cock, he never realized the full, pleasure giving potential of the member. I enjoyed his cock and played with it.
Frederic was a macho, well endowed man who never fucked an appreciate partner. His wife had been a good, Southern Baptist girl. She had been a beautiful woman, a good mother and affectionate woman, but sex played a minor role. She had been dead for ten years, but the last of his children had just gone to college. His only other interest was golf. My ass was a revelation to him.
I barely knew him, but my ass fell in love with him. The love ended when he climaxed, but it was better than anything he had felt in years. He wasn't my type, but his cock was, and I knew from long experience I would come to like him.
Frederick pulled out after a long orgasm. Dick entered my cum filled ass. That too was good. A few minutes later Frederick's mouth enveloped my cock head. It was tentative at first but soon his tongue was exploring my cock. It was beautiful, and soon it was clear he enjoyed it. My precum was flowing. He was uneasy at first, but eventually he was feasting on my cock drool.
Dick began to climax, and when he pulled out of my cum filled ass, he kissed me. Frederick re-entered my ass, he was more forceful and vigorous. Dick kissed Frederick. Frederic had become a sex crazed man and shot off in me a second time. With all the sperm in my ass, it was pleasurable for me and Frederic.
I was surprised when Dick and Frederick alternated sucking the drool from my ass. I suspected that Frederick had never used his tongue to coax sperm from an ass before. We all showered, dressed an they went home.
Sunday morning Frederick knocked on my door. "I'm sorry to bother you. Can we talk?" I asked him in and offered him coffee. He loved the coffee. He normally used instant coffee, and actually brewed coffee was a treat.
"Are you okay with what we did the other day?" he asked
"I certainly am," I said. "I had no expectations and I enjoyed it."
"You know I am not gay. I had no idea I liked gay sex," he said. "I liked it a lot. I didn't know it was that good.
"Our sexual equipment is designed for pleasure. For some people it is only triggered by people of the other sex. You can't disable the possible triggers." I said. "I suspect that your sex life is limited. I have a feeling that a tight, warm place in my ass set all your sexual triggers off." I said.
"I came in you." He said.
"I did notice you flooded my ass with your semen. I loved that. I suspected you haven't let go in years?" I said. "Is that true?" he nodded.
"I should tell you something about myself," I continued. "I don't need true love to enjoy sex. I can enjoy sex with a man without the romance. A good attitude, a hard cock and a good orgasm does the trick. Romance is not needed. That being true, I could feel your pleasure as you shot your cum into my ass."
"I didn't mean to shoot off." he said.
"That isn't a problem. Your cock just did what it was meant to do," I said.