Tyler, Virginia
Part 1
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a fantasy, for men, not kids, not for anyone who got to this site by accident, not expecting to find gay stories. No effort at realistic or safe sexual practices has been made. If you have any comments, please send them to me at bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com
Tyler appears on the maps as a town, but when you get there it is just a cluster of buildings on the sides of a road. It is the seat of Tyler County and we have the courthouse, a jail and clerk's office sitting in a square. There are two large houses that use to be taverns and a few small lawyers offices. There is a church a half mile to the west and the school's a half mile to the east. There are maybe twenty houses scattered along the road over a mile and a half. There is one gas station-grocery store here. That is Tyler.
Virginia usually puts the county seat in the geographical center of the county, so it's equally convenient to everyone. In Tyler's case, the town is equally inconvenient to everyone. It has never grown beyond the bare minimum required to be a county seat.
I am Carlton Jackson, life long resident and janitor at the High School. I am one of those guys who's referred to as being a confirmed bachelor. No one wonders why I didn't get married. The Principal of the school once said, I looked like the missing link, more gorilla than man. He likes me, so I think he was just stating the truth, not trying to insult me.
There aren't any gay people in Tyler, except for maybe Mr. Roberts, the Music Teacher and Johnnie Beller, the Florist. I know for a fact there are a lot of guys who like sex with men. Technically they don't have sex with men, they mess around. I think that's a subtlety lost on most people outside of Tyler. Fortunately for me, messing around involves a lot of mouth to cock contact and on occasions some cock to ass fun, so I'm happy.
Most people think I didn't get married because I'm so ugly, or I just "haven't found the right girl". Truthfully, I never was much interested in girls and was always happy with my buddies and pals.
My Mom wasn't much of a mother, although she was a lot better than my Dad. Dad left when I was four and never came back. I was raised by my Grand folks. They were strict Southern Baptists who had a joyless life, embittered by their daughter's poor marriage. They always said, I was two months premature. Since I was an 8 pound baby, no one believed that. I was a good kid, but that was not enough for them. Looking back, I understand why Mom was the way she was. She had no idea what a mother should do other than snarl and worry.
Fortunately for me, by the time I was 10 or eleven my Uncle and Aunt took over raising me. They had one son, Junior and wanted him to have a playmate. They were nice people and normal. Junior and I got along well. As I matured, I grew. Dad was a big man and I was big. Being ugly in school is bad, but being able to play football is good. I wasn't good enough to get a scholarship, but I was the best Tyler had in the tackle division.
I played every game for the whole game. If it wasn't for me the quarterback, Bob Wilson, would have looked like hamburger by the end of the season. Judge Wilson, Bob's father, appreciated that, so they helped me out when I needed it.
When we kids began to mature, we did the usual, "Will you show me yours, if I show you mine?" stuff with out friends. We moved on from looking to touching after a while. By the time I was fifteen or sixteen, two or three of us had tried sucking. Junior had dropped out of our playgroup by then, but Bubba Schmidt and Ronnie Williams were game. On the football team Bob Wilson was into it too. I was on the wresting team. There were erections there from time to time. By the time I was 18, there were five or six kids I messed around with.
I worked at the gas station pumping gas in the summer as soon as I was old enough. I was 16 when Bob drove in and had me fill up his dad's car.
"Carlton, when will you be off?" he asked.
"5:30." I said. "The usual time."
"Like to get together for some fun?" he asked. I thought a minute. I normally had to go home for dinner at six on the dot, but it was church night and I was on my own. Grandma didn't like me covered in oil for these events and there was no way I could get cleaned up in time.
"Sure, where?" I asked. Bob got real close to me and whispered.
"There's an old guy I met. He wants to play around." Bob said. "Would you like to meet someone new?"
"Sure, what's he like?"
"He seems nice." Bob replied. "He's hung like a horse. His cock is a monster." The tank was filled. Bob said he'd be back at 5:30. I had another hour to work. It was a long hour. Bob appeared exactly on time and we drove into the country about three miles and turned down a farm road.
"What's this guys name?" I asked, "How did you meet him?."
"Keith's his name. He was at the house doing some repair work on the shed. You remember some of the roof blew off in the storm a week ago?"
"He's a builder?"
"Sort of. He was a contractor, but had some financial difficulties. Dad had him in court over something and helped him out. Dad said, the guy was being screwed." Bob explained. "Dad hired him to fix the roof. He did a good job, Dad was happy." At this point we arrived at a small farmhouse. It had seen better days, but it was neat and there were signs of new repairs. As we got out of the car, a man emerged from the house.
Bob had said, he was an old man, but he looked as if he was about 40-45. He was bearded, had blond hair, was average in height and seemed fit.
"Hi, Bob." he said. "This is your friend?"
"Yep, this is Carlton." Bob said. "Carlton, this is Keith." We shook hands.
"Nice to meet you." he said, smiling. "Come on in." We went into the house. The interior was nice. Simple, but nice, it was in great shape. He must have started his renovations on the inside. We talked a bit. He was from the Norfolk area and had inherited the farm from an aunt. A client had defaulted on a big contract and he had lost his business, so he had moved here to regroup. There was a lull in the conversation.
"I'm so new here I don't know many people. Quite frankly, I'm horny as hell." Keith said. "I was kind of hoping you guys felt the same."
"I'm afraid I'm always horny." Bob said. We all laughed.
"Me too." I added.
"How about we go to the bedroom and get more comfortable?" Keith suggested. We went upstairs. Keith was taking his shirt off as we went up. We did the same.
The bedroom was nice too. Keith stripped off his pants and was naked. He looked at us. We must have looked shocked.
"Uncomfortable being naked?" he asked.
"Not really." Bob said as he took the rest of his clothes off. "We've been naked in the shower room a lot, but not . . ."
"But not naked for sex?" Keith completed Bob's sentence. "Are you guys okay with this? I don't want you to do anything you don't want to."
"Shit! I want too." I blurted out. We all laughed again. Keith was in good shape, tanned from working outside a lot. His dirty blond beard matched the curly hair on his chest and the hair continued to his bush. Bob was right about the cock. It was soft, but he had a thick looking six inches. Bob was on his knees in a second sucking Keith's meat.
"That's it baby. You wake it up." Keith said. He was holding Bob's head and stoking his hair. "Don't be standoffish, Carlton. Come over here and let's see what you've got." I still had my shorts on. My cock had tented them, so I was a bit embarrassed. Keith must have been able to read my mind.
"Hey, kid. We're here for sex, not a Sunday School lesson. A hard-on is the name of the game." he said. I dropped my shorts and walked over them. I don't think I had ever been as hard as I was then. Keith stoked my cock. A quick spurt of cum emerged. I was embarrassed again.
"Try to hold it back." Keith whispered. "But don't be afraid to shoot when you feel like it. I know at your age you can be ready to shoot again in ten minutes." he was smiling. "Bob, you are doing just great!" The older man touched the bead of cum and smeared it over my cock head. Then he licked it off his finger. I couldn't believe he did that. I shot another bead of cum.
"You are ripe, aren't you?" Keith asked. "Let's all cool off a bit and take a shower." Bob didn't want to stop sucking, but Keith made him. When Keith's cock finally emerged from Bob's mouth, I finally got to see how big it was.
It was a good ten inches, thick and covered in veins. It wasn't pretty at all, but it sure turned me on. My cock is a solid seven and Bob's was a pretty six. My balls were still first, real bull balls, but Keith's cock was a beauty.
Strangely, my ass was twitching as I looked at it. I had never fucked, none of us had, but my ass knew what it wanted. We went to the bathroom and got into the shower. Both Bob and Keith worked on me. Oil is a bitch to get off.
I was enjoying the hot water when my cock was swallowed. I looked down and it was Keith. Somehow I thought we would be sucking him, but hadn't considered the possibility of being sucked by him. I could have understood it if he had sucked Bob. Bob was handsome, but Keith picked me. He was good. All of us guys in Tyler were self-educated cocksuckers. I had a feeling Keith had learned from a master.
We finished the shower, dried off and went back to the bedroom for a heavy-duty suck session. My friends and I were laid back, very cool cocksuckers. We kind of pretended we didn't do it and that it wasn't very important in out lives. I'm sure Bob and I liked sex as much as Keith, but Keith admitted it and showed just how much he liked it. I had never been anywhere when it was possible to relax and enjoy it.
Keith's bedroom was a revelation. We were completely naked, sucking whatever cock was nearest and enjoying every second of it. I shot off four times. Bob shot twice. I had liked sex with my friends before, but this was all new. I guess it would be like thinking all cars were Model T's and discovering a Jaguar. I had no idea it could be this good.
Keith was laid back, but willing and enthusiastic. He didn't force us to do anything, but he did have ideas. He liked my precum. I hadn't realized what it was and it sure hadn't occurred to me it was edible. I tried his and liked it, but not as much as Bob liked it.
Bob had sort of drained him, when it came to be my turn at the spigot. He got Bob to finger his ass to freshen up the flow. He had a tube of K-Y next to his bed. Keith told Bob where to probe and then started to moan.
"What have I hit?" Bob asked.
"The magic nut, the magic button. You just rammed my prostate. Push harder!"
Bob did as he was told and Keith moaned again. I started sucking Keith's cock and there was a fresh supply. We eventually formed a triangle, linked cock to mouth. I was sucking Bob while Keith sucked me. Keith touched my asshole as he sucked. I guessed he wanted to finger me, so I opened up. I wasn't 100% sure of that, but I figured if Keith liked it, I might.
I didn't just like it; I loved it.
It's not everyday you discover a new sex organ. I was in heaven. About five minutes later I located Bob's prostate. He had the same reaction I did. While I was exploring Bob's ass, I forgot to concentrate on my own cock and suddenly I was going to shoot. I warned Keith, but that didn't make any difference to him. He kept on fingering my prostate and sucking my cock while I shot off.
If a guy could die from sensory overload, I would have done it. I had never felt anything that good or intense in my life. The orgasm went on for an hour or two, at least that was the way it felt. I was still sucking Bob while I shot off. Bob began to shoot in my mouth. I was too confused and occupied to move, so I took his entire load.
It wasn't bad. Cum doesn't taste as good as precum, but the cock spurting and twitching in my mouth was a turn on. Bob was shivering in excitement as he unloaded. We calmed down for a while and Keith suggested we trade positions, so I was sucking him while Bob sucked me. That was just as good.
What was really strange was how fast I got to like it. Everything I had done with my friends before was timid. With Keith it was sex using high test, high performance with STP added.
"Do you guys like to fuck?" Keith asked. We must have looked puzzled, or confused again. Keith laughed. "Would you like to get a lesson in man fucking?" We didn't answer, but we didn't need to. He knew the answer.
"I haven't had a cock in my ass in a while, but if you take it slow, let's give it a spin." Keith said. He took out the K-Y again and coated Bob's cock. Keith got on the bed and put his legs on Bob's shoulders.
"Now take it slow and slip it in my ass." he instructed Bob. Bob was rock hard and he put his cock in Keith's asshole and pushed.
"Bounce a little, pushing a little harder each time." Bob tried that and each time his cock head slipped further into the hole. Bob has a nice mushroom, big with a flared edge. On the ninth or tenth push the entire head vanished into Keith's hole. They both sighed together.
"That's it, slip it in all the way now."
Bob did as he was told.
"Just rest it there a while, so I can get use to it." Bob said. I was really turned on by now. Keith's balls were resting on Bob's pubic hair. I couldn't see Bob's cock at all, but Keith's was hard and oozing. After about thirty seconds, Keith told Bob to start pumping.
Bob was slow at first, but he pick up speed really fast. Keith was moaning in pleasure. Bob shot off in Keith's ass.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cum so fast." Bob said as he pulled his cock out. He was still spurting. I saw some cum ooze for his cock, so Bob shoved it in again.
"Nothing to worry about, Bob. A man's got to do, what a man's got to do." Keith said. "Plus, we've got a back up player here. Are you interested in trying it, Carleton?"
"Shit yes!"
"Lube up and shove it in!" I took the tube of lube and coated my cock. The cool lubricant felt great. I put a lot on, since I was a lot thicker than Bob.
"You don't need to be as slow as Bob." said Keith. "He's got me opened up, it should be easy for you." I put my cock at his hole and pushed. He was right, my entire cock slipped in on the first thrust. There was a little resistance at the hole, but the rest was clear sailing. I've got a club cock, with the head the same size as the thick shaft. I'm uncut and his ass peeled the skin back, so my bare cock head rammed deep.
It was hot and juicy inside. As soon as I was in his ass clamped tightly, gripping my cock. Keith lost it. He moaned, growled and purred. He undulated his ass and wiggled to get as much of my cock as he could. His ass gripped my loose foreskin tightly, but my shaft was free to move inside the skin pounding deeper into his ass.
I was as excited as I could be, rock hard, but I had already cum twice. I wanted to shoot, but I couldn't do it, so I fucked him like a mad man. I don't really know what I did, but whatever it was, Keith loved it. I must have spent a good ten minutes pounding him, before I felt his ass contract and he began to spray the room with his cum. He actually hit the wall behind the bed.
I watched volley after volley of man seed spray from his cock and soon his whole body was shaking. As I admired the show, I pulled out and forgot my cock . It began to shoot. I had figured all the cum in my balls had been eaten by Keith, or Bob earlier. As I said, I've got bull balls and there must be an extra place in them for super orgasms. I didn't hit the wall, but it was damn close.
We all lay on the bed and recovered. I looked at Bob and our eyes met. We both knew our lives had changed.