Boy Genius Makes Good 2 By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers 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 bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
I had several incorrect ideas about my life. I thought my interest in man to man sex was just an expedient way to get by. I was at rock bottom, and Rudy had offered me a way to get one step higher than rock bottom. I admitted there were worse ways to get by. I now had a place to stay and eat. I certainly wasn't hard work for me.
I laughed to myself. Nothing had even approached hard work, or work period for me. I had never broken into a sweat while blowing a man.
My adventures with Rex, Randy, Art and Beer Can had been more than I expected. It was a new level of sensation and feeling I had never experienced before. Rex and Randy were handsome, almost pretty men. Art looked okay, but Beer Can looked like he was on the edge of the Caveman-Human evolution.
I was surprised when I felt Rex drain his balls in me in a series of ejaculations. Somehow, I though he had the sperm equivalent of champagne. I had relaxed my sphincter to let him in.
I couldn't relax my ass for Beer Can. It was so big he snowplowed deeply into me. I had no choice. He was using me. It was hard for me to admit to myself that I was incredibly excited and turned on as his oversized tool occupied my ass. I thought he had a thick short member. The thick part was right, the short part was an optical allusion.
Beer Can went deep. He and his cock were what they were, no more no less. It was hard for me the think a cock would be more. When he shot off, I felt every ejaculation tickle my ass. It seemed to go on for five or six minutes. I know it couldn't have been that long, but I loved every second. I was dazzled and dazed.
That night Edgar came to my room. I was on the bed. "How are you doing. The boys said they gave you quite a workout?" he asked.
"I'm not sure what I think about it," I said. "I do know that I liked it. Is that a good start for making friends and influencing people?"
"Beer Can told me you glowed when he fucked you. Is that true?" he asked. "Did the cock seem like an invader in your ass?"
I didn't need to answer the question. I was erect again. Edgar straddled me and sat in my cock. he must have been lubricated; it slid in easily. He moaned as I slid in deeper.
"Damn you have a nice one. Not too big and defiantly not too small," he said as he bounced a little.
"You sound like Goldilocks' sampling beds," I said.
"Johnson, I'm afraid you are more right about that than you thought," Edgar said. "Rudy asked me to check you out to become a masseur. You know we offer massage. You might guess the most popular massage is the Rectal Relaxation option. There's another option called the D R&R; the Deep R&R. Massages are expensive."
"You get paid more, but it's important that you combine being gentle and achieve total penetration," Edgar explained. "You might be tipped extra if you provide homemade cream at the end of the massage." He was wiggling his ass as we talked, and I shot off.
"I'm not exactly a virgin, but I could feel you twitching," Edgar remarked.
"Do you want to get off?" I asked.
"I'll wait until I get every drop of your load," he said. "You have the tops' perfect cock. Big but not too big. Your bullet shaped knob is perfect for easing past the sphincter. The men will love you."
Edgar was almost fatherly, although I assume few fathers recommend their sons become a sexual masseur. I had not demonstrated any vocational aptitudes or abilities before. I have never worked for more than six months with anyone, and that included working for relatives.
As a sexy masseur I would make many men happy. That was okay for me. A day filled with sexual activity interrupted by periodic orgasms was ideal for me. It was no surprise that my own orgasms were wonderful, but I was surprised that taking other men's orgasms in my ass or having him slurping it up from my ass was more pleasurable to me than I guessed.
I was trained in massage by Hugo, a big, older blind man. His cock was so big it was almost a birth defect. He mostly did straight massages since few men could enjoy it. Hugo was big, so he could force it to fit, but he didn't like hurting guys. He did the training since he had the largest cock you would reasonably encounter.
Sometimes god is just and kind to people who don't deserve it. Hugo and I got along well both sexually and sexually. My ass provided a dream vacation for his cock. It stretched my ass to its limits, and his ejaculations were an incredible turn-on in my ass. My cock head provided a nice battering ram for his prostate. It provided a recreational interlude for him as experienced prostate orgasms.
Since Hugo knew most of the men who liked massages, he selected my first customers. Charley was a 55-year-old construction foreman. He was with a medium sized firm and provided labor for the more specialized parts of the work. When he entered, he told me he was uncomfortable being naked with a dressed man. I told him I had no problem being naked, but it might be a bit up-front-and-personal. Charley told me he was okay with that.
He was hairy, bearded, stocky, muscular, and tanned. I did a conventional upper body massage, but I paid more attention to his ass than in a conventional massage. He told me it was hard to relax after a long, hard day. He had spread his legs some, and I was caressing his hole.
"That's nice," he said. I continued to work his hole. He moaned.
"Is that an invitation?" I asked. "Sometimes I can massage some hard to reach places. That can be more personal and intimate. It's too much for some guys."
"Can you use lots of lube?" he asked.
"Of course," I replied. I coated my cock with lube and pushed in until I encountered his sphincter. "Charley, I won't push in deeper unless you relax."
"I'm not going to relax if the past is any indicator. You will need to be a little forceful," Charley said.
I gave him a slightly forceful thrust and I popped in deep.
Charley moaned. "That's it, you've hit all the good spots," he said. "I've used dildoes before, but they aren't as good as a cock. Yours is wonderful. I know I'm not much of a catch. I don't get good looking guys like you often."
"I hope you noticed I don't seem to have a problem staying hard," I said. "I know it is really dark where my cock is playing but I have a feeling it's pretty."
Charley laughed, relaxed a little and I pushed deeper. "Damn, you found something new!" he cried.
"I know I stretched your pretty little rosebud about as far as it can go. I've opened your sphincter, and am now searching places deep in your ass," I said. "How are you doing?"
"It couldn't be better," he replied and then added after a long pause. "Do you feel like you are slumming? Lots of guys are better looking than me."
"I am afraid that I have encountered quite a few bumps and problems in my life. Having my cock in a nice, warm quivering ass is perfect for me," I said. "If things get really intimate would that bother you? One of the older guys here told me that you don't really know a guy until you exchange man seed."
"You like the milk?" he asked.
"Not always, but I have a feeling I would like yours," I said.
"Shit, I'm shooting off," Charley moaned. "Don't stop fucking, it's great. I could feel him twitching as he unloaded. I used my cock head to massage his prostate. That drove him crazy. Charley crashed after the orgasms, so I cleaned him up and he left. The next day I found fifty dollars in my shirt pocket.
I know the image of gay men is of effete florists, decorators, and actors. If you watch television most gay men seem to be transvestites. Charley didn't fit into that category, and he knew many brick masons, carpenters, and laborers. It seemed to be that gay men were common everywhere, without respect to jobs, wealth, or social status.
I also realized that human beings weren't either gay or straight. There were many variations of gay men from the flamboyant female impersonator to the quiet businessman who might have a gay interlude when he got lucky at a convention.
The next man who wanted a massage was Travis, a 45-year-old businessman. He didn't say anything about his business, but I could tell he was a golfer. He had the tan. You also could tell he had been cute when he was younger, but he wasn't that young anymore and I guessed he was holding on to the good memories. His hair was pitch black, but his chest hair was pepper and salt, with the salt gaining the upper hand. He was getting divorced. He was hunting for a new trophy wife. There wasn't enough benefit in being gay to come out.
Much to my surprise I took Travis on his first anal excursion. The secret to his success had been due to stimulating the cocks of men who could help him. He was older now and he needed to provide more. He wanted a lesson in being a bottom.
Fortunately, all of his organs were in the right place and reacted to my cock as expected. I thought Travis was basically a superficial man. Whatever you might think about being fucked in the ass, superficial does not describe it. I also suspected he was more into plotting and scheming, than thinking. As my cock pushed into his ass, he went to places he didn't know existed.
When my cock head rammed his prostate, I could tell it was a surprise to him. He hadn't guessed the intensity and was unprepared for the sensations. For a little while his eyes glazed over, and he seemed out of it. Ten minutes later he told me he couldn't take any more.
I pulled out and he got dressed and left. I wondered if he was satisfied or unhappy. He came back to see me a week later. Travis told me that his business success had been due to his good mind for business and being a cute and willing sexual partner. He said the sex was his introduction to wealthy older men. His continued success was due to his business skills.
Travis still looked good, but he was no longer cute. He more or less told me that when I explored his ass, he realized he could offer a new sexual benefit. He had never explored the anal sex. He asked if I could teach him more "useful" skills.
That was fine for me, but I told him it was better for most guys if they fucked a responsive man, not a log. Travis had been so handsome, he figured letting a guy suck him off was its own reward. Now that the first bloom of youth was past, some reciprocity was good.
After a few more sessions, Travis became a pleasanter man. He stopped being the "I'm beautiful, worship me," man and admitted to himself that he liked sex.
A week later Edgar came to see me. He asked if he could shoot off deep in my ass. That was fine with me. It seemed to me that I never said no, but it was nice of him to ask. Edgar had an impressive cock, but I discovered I misjudged it. I now know the only fool proof way to judge a cock is when it's in your ass. It was huge and a challenge to take. I was up to the challenge.
I was excited as he slowly pounded me. I loved it once he was deep in me. With each penetration I felt closer to him. If I had been able to think properly, I should have been shocked. This was a job and I prided myself on being emotionally uninvolved. When Edgar shot off, I felt ejaculation and enjoyed it more. I had a hands-free orgasm. We cooled down and he left.
I almost fell asleep when someone shook my shoulder. It was Beer Can and another man he introduced as the Bear.
"I ran into Edgar in the hall and he said you had a good time. Edgar has fucked me, and I know he shoots a good load," Beer Can said. "I was wondering if you were still entertaining guests. He reached over and played with my hole, working a finger into it. "You're still tight, but I can feel Edgar's ball juices," he added.
"It was quite a workout. I'm not sure," I replied. My cock was getting a bit firm, and that seemed to encourage Beer Can.
"His cock is sure," Bear replied in an incredibly deep voice, adding, "It's a lot easier to take big ones after you've been broken in.
"Some guys have a problem taking Bear's cock," Beer Can said. "I think you are up to the challenge." He lifted my legs and nuzzled his cockhead into my ass. I moaned which Beer Can took as a yes. He pushed a little deeper and then shot off. He pulled out and Bear replaced him.
"Just say stop if it's too much. I only go where I am welcomed," he said. He pushed in. Damn it Beer Can, I've never used your cum as lube before," Bear remarked. "Now, Johnson, I'm going to pop past your sphincter in a second. It's time to say stop."
It may be a character flaw, but since I had Edgar and Beer Can's loads in my ass, it seemed that one more wouldn't be a problem. Making good decisions is not my strong suit, but I relaxed my sphincter.
In retrospect, I had a rare outbreak of good luck. Bear's cock was challenging but rewarding. The sperm in my ass acted like ball bearings. Beer Can had a thick member. Bear's was slightly thicker and three or more inches longer. It touched every inch of my ass.
This was good for Bear and for me. Bear wasn't interested in a quick pounding and orgasm. He was like an experienced traveler who takes his time. He could relax, his cock did all the work. It turned out that he could take his time and let nature take its course. A huge cock in a tight ass will always result in an orgasm for him and for me.
When he got too close too early, he turned me over to Beer Can. My asshole hadn't returned to its normal size, so his cock just slid in easily. I noticed his cock wasn't just a cock, it was an old friend. "Are you doing okay?" he asked me.
"Everything is good," I said, "That includes Bear and you."
Beer Can smiled. "It's difficult to remain aloof when a man's privates are exploring your backside," he said. "At any moment, you could pop, or I could deliver a second load into your behind."
"Worse things could happen," I said. Beer Can pulled out and Bear refilled my ass. Three cocks had fucked me, and I was ready for more. The excitement of Bear's first fucks had passed, but the pleasure remained and grew.
"I'm getting close," he moaned after a few minutes. He immediately began to shoot. Each twitch of his body thrilled me.
When he pulled out, Beer Can returned. "My plan is to fuck you to an orgasm," he said as he began to pound me. I was close. I began to gasp for air. Bear came over to me and began sucking my cock. I shot off into his mouth as Beer Can added his cum to my ass. When I went back to my room that night, I realized that what I had thought was sex was amateur night. I had just graduated from the school of hard cocks.
Planning ahead has never been my strong point. I had enjoyed Beer Can and Bear. I would award them the Gold and Silver medals in a fucking contest, but I had to admit the fourth, tenth and twentieth contestants had been good.
Beer Can, Edgar, and Bear were not virgins or novices. It turned out that they had all awarded me the Gold medal as a bottom. The medal had been awarded in a liquid form, eight to ten inches in my ass. Big boys were always admired, but many times it was by site seers. Most big guys often heard the phrase, "That would rip me in half." Sometimes it's lonely at the top.
The three men thought I was a find, a bottom who could take what they had to give. I assumed they were ordinary men with big cocks. They were men with big cocks, but they were also wealthy. Beer Can was a beer distributor of a national brand for three states. Bear owned a company that manufactured specialized computer chips, and Edgar owned a brokerage firm which had just been bought out by a nationwide bank. They were the types who were little known, but quite and shunned publicity.
They also had encountered men who shared their sexual endowments and they exchanged contacts of men who could accommodate them. Edgar explained it to me, "A number of men can accommodate my cock, but it's wonderful when I find a man who can enjoy getting fucked as much as I enjoy fucking."
"I thirty-three and I've finally found as skill," I said. We both laughed.
Beer Can has several of his friends visiting next weekend. You are invited if you would like to be there," Edgar said.
"I'm on duty here," I explained.
"Beer Can had a chat with your boss. It can be arranged," Edgar told me.
I asked if he knew Rudy would do that. Edgar told me he had talked to Rudy's boss, and he was okay with it. I thought Rudy was the boss, but that apparently wasn't true.
On Friday afternoon I was at Beer Can's hunting lodge. I guest the house would be best described as Millionaire's Rustic. Everything about it was perfect, beautifully crafted of boulders and logs. Beer Can greeted me on the broad porch that surrounded the rough boulders of the house itself. Beer Can was wearing a jock.
"It's nice to see you, I was going to the pool, would you like to join me?" he asked. "It's nude so your birthday suit is fine.
"Is your jock formal wear?" I asked and he laughed. When we got to the pool, Bear was waiting with two men. One was Wallace Downing, the captain of the last Superbowl team, and the other was Manning Durant, the star of a long running detective series on TV. I stared at them; they were staring at my crotch. I took off my shirt and dropped my pants. I was naked and they looked happy. Bear and Edgar had been in the house and joined the group.
"You're a good-looking boy," Wallace said.
I looked at their cocks. I was impressed and smiled. "I feel like I know you," I said.