Tyler, Virginia
Part 3
by Bald Hairy Man
Email, bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
This is an adult story for adults. It is not intended for minors, nor for persons who are offended by alternate life styles. No effort is made to use safe sexual practices. It's intended to be fun, not a sex manual.
Keith made some big changes in the sex life of Tyler. He lived by himself outside of town, so there was a place to go and relax away from prying eyes. He was a good-looking guy and friendly as hell and no one suspected he was gay. Many of the closeted men in Tyler could drop by and enjoy themselves. He joined the Rescue Squad and that introduced him to another group of guys.
He also was a good contractor, so he was working all the time and hired some men. You would be surprised how many guys found a way to drop in on Keith.
Keith liked me and I was always welcome. To tell you the truth I ran into some guys at his house I never would have guessed in a million years shared my interests. One day in the fall, I came over after a football game and he had Coach Bond from Rappidan Creek High School visiting. He was the football and wrestling coach there. He was with a friend, Carl. I knew Carl was a Principal of the middle school in the next county.
At first I though it was purely a social call, but as the tension rose, I realized it was sexual anticipation. They wanted to get it on with Keith, but weren't sure about me. Keith went to the kitchen to get some drinks and I offered to help.
"I can leave if you want me too," I said. "They're uncomfortable."
"Are you in the mood for sex?" Keith asked. I nodded.
"I'm always in the mood," I answered. "But it's no problem for me, as I said, I'm always in the mood." Keith laughed.
"I'm in the mood too," he said, as we returned to the living room. The conversation continued for a while, but sort of dribbled off.
"Well guys, Carlton and I are going to have a little recreational period before he leaves, you are more than welcome to join us if you want." Keith said.
"He's young," Coach Bond stated.
Keith smiled. "I noticed, but we've been playmates for a good while now. I can tell you he's a full-fledged member of the fraternity. I was here when we popped his cherry. He took three cocks and three loads on his maiden voyage. He's game. In case you're worried, he's nice and quiet about our play times here. Not a word."
"Well, if you think it's okay, that's fine with me." Carl said.
"Well I never do anything with the guys on my teams, but I guess there's no problem with a guy on the other team." Coach Bond said. "I'm dead meat if word of this ever got out. You understand not even to your closest and dearest?"
"I understand." I replied. "No kiss and tell for me." We went to the bedroom. It's always exciting to see a guy naked for the first time. Coach Bond turned me on; I guess sex fantasies about your coach are pretty common in High School boys. Bond was the Biology teacher at his school too and he had been a Marine. He kept the Marine look; he was crew-cut and clean cut. He was middle height, slightly stocky, smooth and muscular. He had a compact cock resting on apricot sized balls.
I was so busy looking at Bond, I was surprised when I saw Carl naked. He was well over six feet tall and looked as if the pieces didn't fit too well. He looked like a puppet that needed its strings tightened up some. Loose limbed, I guess you could say. He was pretty hairy and in much better shape than I had guessed. He was also hung like a horse. He looked bland and ordinary. His uncut cock was a hunk of man meat, a real fuck tool. It was also already half hard.
Keith and Coach went at it right away, leaving me with Carl. It took maybe two or three seconds for all of Carl's unease to vanish and we went at it like dogs in heat. He started sucking and a minute later we converted to the 69 position. Carl was a leaker and the second my mouth closed on his cock his cum making apparatus must have kicked into overdrive.
I've got no problem with the special sauce a man's cock oozes. Carl had been oozing some earlier, which had collected in his foreskin, so I got a double dose of new and aged spunk. It had a tang.
Carl was a big boy, but I had no trouble deep throating him. He had absolutely no problem deep throating me. He sucked it all in and kept it there. He tried to swallow it and it felt as if his throat was trying to masturbate my cock.
We had a wild and busy ten minutes, then we calmed down and took a time out. Coach Bond and Keith were doing well too. Coaches are take charge kinds of guys, so I was surprised when it was clear Coach Bond wanted Keith's cock in his ass. Someone told me that was typical of Marines too, but I don't know if that is true, but Coach wanted it in his ass bad.
He was on his back with his legs in the air. I looked at Carl; he smiled and assumed the same position. I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I took some lube sitting on the stand beside the bed and got ready. I got Carl's legs on my shoulders and spread them to open up his hole. He was so flexible, his knees touched his chest and his hole was wide open. My cock touched his rose bud; it twitched and my cock slid into the hole in a single motion.
I don't know how he did it, but his ass welcomed me. It was a perfect fit, snug and inviting. It almost felt as if he was sucking my cock into the dark love hole. I had fucked and been fucked by several guys and was very conscious of the asshole. With Carl I thought of the hole as sexual organ for the first time.
Carl's ass caressed my cock as I slowly pumped him. It was romantic and deeply pleasurable. I felt as if I could do it for days, just relaxing and pumping. Keith and the Coach were having a totally different experience.
They were having a fight, with Keith forcing his cock into the Coach's unwilling ass. Of course we all knew the Coach was willing enough; you don't spread your ass wide open so your partner can admire the view. Coach simply couldn't relax to let Keith in easily. I guessed Bond liked it a bit rough too. If he liked it rough, Keith could sure give it to him that way,
Finally Keith rammed him deep and Coach shot his load. The Coach had a full body orgasm with his entire torso twitching and bucking in an effort to expel all of his seed from his balls. Keith pulled out.
"Do you mind if I give Carl a try?" Keith asked. I didn't want to give up my place in Carl's ass, but I am always polite and pulled out. Keith was deep in Carl's ass in a split second and by the expression on Keith's face, I knew he was feeling what I have been experiencing. Carl was a great bottom.
Coach was still recovering from his climax. He was on his back with his legs spread. If Keith got to fuck Carl, it seemed to me I should get to take the Coach for a trial run. I lifted the Coach's legs onto my shoulders and popped my cock into his hole. I apparently caught Coach completely off guard. He hadn't expected a second cock and he was totally unprepared. I slipped into the hilt on the first thrust.
I'm not as long as Keith, but I am a bit thicker. Somehow my cock and the Coach's unsuspecting prostate hit it off, big time. Keith had fucked all the fight out of him and his ass was relaxed and open. I went deep and explored some new territory.
"Holy shit!" Coach Bond exclaimed. I could feel him trying to tighten up on me; he was trying to put up a fight, but the orgasm had been too total. He gave up and just let me fuck him. It just kept on getting better.
"I've never been screwed by a fucking student before." he gasped.
"Life's filled with new experiences!" Carl said, laughing. "Looks to me like he's doing a good job."
"I told you guys, he's with the program," Keith said. "He likes it all and does it all. What more can you ask for in a playmate?"
"I just didn't expect it," the Coach complained. He may have been complaining, but his cock wasn't. It was soft and drooling when I first fucked him. After ten or twelve thrusts of my cock, it firmed up and soon he was rock hard again. I felt his insides contract. I looked down and saw cum spurting from his cock; damn if he didn't have another climax. I couldn't believe he had any cum left in his body, but if you hadn't known he had shot off ten minutes earlier, you never would have guessed this was his second load.
I was admiring the display when my balls tightened up and let loose. This was a stealth orgasm, I hadn't realized it was going to shoot. Normally I'm the strong silent type when I pop. I'm still a bit shy and I don't want to make a show of blowing out my balls. Well, I was the weak-kneed verbal type this time. Everyone knew exactly what I was doing and feeling. I almost fainted it was so good.
"It looks to me as if you've got your first load of student seed in your ass, Bond!" Carl said. Coach Bond glared at me. I thought he was pissed, but then he squeezed his ass. He did this several times and I knew he was trying to milk me. He enjoyed it, he just didn't want the other men to know how much he enjoyed it.
Keith was right behind me; rear-loading Carl with is spunk. Carl hadn't shot off, but he said, they had to get on their way and he'd save his orgasm for another visit. I went home too.
The contrast between my Grandparent's house and Keith's was as great as is possible. It was strange, I was working almost full time and had been doing well in school, but that never had any impact on the way they treated me. They were pillars of their church, but I was always damaged goods, as far as they were concerned. There was nothing I could do that would change their opinion of me. I would be out of school soon and I planned to leave and get an apartment as quickly as possible.
Several weeks later Grandpa had a stroke. It was a big one. Somehow, with all their praying and getting close to the Almighty, they figured they were safe from that sort of thing. They weren't and they didn't take it well. Grandma was a pray-er, not a do-er. She would pray and complain and whine, but when it came to taking care of someone she was worthless.
They brought Grandpa home a month after the stroke. He wanted to be home. Everyone assumed Grandma could be helpful, but she didn't rise to the occasion. We had several nurses and caregivers who came in to help, but it was hopeless. None of them could do anything right and all of the ones who were black, were stealing her blind. Nothing was stolen of course, it was all in Grandma's imagination. She would watch them like a hawk and get hysterical if the poor woman passed near the silver.
My Uncle had to step in and both of them went to a home. Grandma thought they had a lot of money in the bank, but $100,000.00 doesn't last long for elderly people in a home, especially when one is bedridden and helpless. My Uncle was a nice guy, but there was no way he could afford to keep the two of them in a home for any length of time. He talked to me about the problem and I suggested he sell the house. I have never seen a man look so relieved. It was the only way he could take care of them.
I was relieved too. I was glad to be out of the house and away from my Grandparents. I went to see them several times a week, but this was a waste. Actually, I think Grandpa may have appreciated a visit, but Grandma was pissed as hell God had decided to dump on her. She turned downright wacky.
I got an apartment. It was one room with a bath and kitchenette, but I loved it. It was all I wanted. Most people were nice to me, because they thought I had gotten the raw end of the deal. I was planning to join the Navy as soon as I got out of school and wanted to see the world. Things were good until a car at the service station backed up on me by accident and broke both of my legs. One leg was just plain broken, but the other was pretty messed up. I was in the hospital for a week and a half, then on crutches for months. There was no way the military would take me with a bad leg. My plans had to change.
Things sound as if they were a lot worse than they really were. I always figured if God gave you a lemon, make lemonade. I found a male nurse at the hospital who shared my sexual interests and he introduced me to several nice guys. When I went home, they were willing to stop by and see how I was doing.
The woman who drove the car into me, Mrs. Evans, was a Black elementary school teacher and didn't have any money other than basic insurance, but she was a good lady. She, with her family, church and friends helped out a lot. They brought food by all the time and did all my laundry. She also took me to school and picked me up afterwards. Her cousin told me they were afraid I was going to sue. I told her I wasn't and wouldn't, but they continued to help out anyway. Grandma's church sent a fucking card.
The principal rearranged my classes, so I could stay on the first floor and it all worked out well. I was walking on my own in four months, but I had a bad limp and once in a while my game leg would just give out on me. I was going to walk down the aisle for Graduation from High School, but Grandpa died two days before and Grandma insisted the funeral be during Graduation. She got hysterical, so there was no way to change her mind.
We buried Grandpa, got Grandma back to the home and I went to my Uncle and Aunt's house. Most of my friends were in the back yard, along with the Principal, Chairman of the School Board and Judge Wilson. They had our own graduation ceremony, complete with a photographer from the paper. It was really nice. My Uncle cried. I hadn't realized it, but he had never graduated High School.
I got a job working for the school as a janitor. I joined the volunteer fire department and settled into a routine. When I got enough money to buy a car, I moved into a small house on the edge of town. Judge Wilson owned it and he wanted someone to keep an eye on the property. It was a large farm that had belonged to his grandparents. Secluded and completely invisible from the road, the property was wooded and had a few ponds, so it was a good place to wander. I hadn't realized at first, but it was also a good place to slip away to, if you wanted some fun. I was ready to play at the drop of a hat and there were several guys in town who liked that.
Keith was a nice guy, but he had an irregular schedule. His jobs took a lot of time and he had to work later and on weekends. I was dependable. That is important if you are a married guy with a warm spot for cock. If you have a chance to get away from your wife, you want sex then and now. I was the dependable source.
I'm a real friendly guy and I have to admit I seem to like man sex a lot too. I do have some standards. I think sex is fun and I don't like any of the S & M stuff. I'm not much into queens. I like men who look like men, don't have any interest in effeminate men and even less in men who want to dress like women. If you like that sort of stuff, that's fine with me, but not in my house.
Some guys like to watch, but I like guys who do it and like doing it. I've run into several guys who were really shy and uneasy about getting naked and enjoying themselves. I can understand that, but after two or three visits, it seems to me you should get into the swing of things.
Quite frankly, I'm good at man sex, sucking and fucking. I can get a hard cock to anything I want short of singing "America the Beautiful" at the beginning of a football game. One guy came by with an old friend of mine, Rusty from the Fire Department. He was named Len and I had seen him around town. He was a salesman at the House of Furniture on the Danville Road. Len was the shyest guy I had ever met. He wouldn't look at you and tried to hang out in the corner and watch.
Rusty was a big, bruiser of a guy; stocky, muscular, loud and a bit aggressive. He liked sex too and we hit it off well. We were going at it and I saw Len watching. I told him to get naked and get on the bed with us. I could tell he didn't want to, but he did as told. He was a mousy guy, thin and pale. He tried to hide his cock with his hand.
"Come on Len!" Rusty cried. "You said, you wanted to play! Get on the bed and suck something." Len did, but he wasn't going to win any awards for cock sucking. Rusty shot off in one of his typical orgasms. Rusty didn't shoot, he exploded. It was always so spectacular, it was almost as good as shooting yourself. I was spattered with a few late shots and found it was Len doing the shooting.
They got dressed and left. As he walked out Len asked, "Can I come back some time?"
"Sure," I said, "if you think you can really get into it the next time. This ain't a spectator sport; I like full body contact." Len looked a bit worried, but relieved. I knew he wanted to watch, but he now knew he had to do more. A month or so later someone knocked at my door at about 8:00 in the evening. It was Len; he was with another guy, Sonny. Sonny worked in the store with him.
In some ways Sonny looked like Rusty. He wasn't as big and outgoing, but they were the same type. Some guys want to use my place for a one on one. I'm afraid I like sex too much for that. It had better be a threesome, or it's no go. We had a brief conversation and I asked, if they'd like to go to the bedroom and get more comfortable.
"Shit yes!" was Sonny's comment. Sonny wasn't at all experienced, as it turned out, but he was more than willing and a fast learner. We all got naked and Sonny launched himself at my cock, sucking and licking it like a five-year-old with his first popsicle. He was a warehouse worker who spent the day moving furniture. He smelled of fresh sweat.
I was on the bed with Sonny sucking my cock and Len was on the side. I looked at him. He got onto the bed, straddled me and eased his cock within sucking distance. I opened my mouth and wiggled my tongue at it. He was uncut, thin and only half-hard as he moved closer so I could suck him.
I got his cock into my mouth and worked my tongue into Len's foreskin, opening the tight pucker until my tongue finally touched his cock head. Poor Len moaned when I made contact. I licked the tender spot on the underside of his cock head where the skin joins the cock. His cock inflated to full size in an instant. A few minutes later, Len was sucking my cock, while I sucked Sonny.
By 9:30 that night when they left, each had shot off two or three times and both had a load of man seed in their ass. I had actually popped Len's cherry. I'm a big boy, but he wanted it and he got it. Len turned into a regular. The next time we got together, Rusty's oozing cock head gave Len's prostate a cum bath. Len was the happiest guy on the earth when that happened.