Downsize 4
By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@excite.com
This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. These are all new stories. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments.
Charlie's basement was a fully equipped gym complete with a shower and hot tub. Carpeted and luxurious, it was a spa type room, not an exercise room. It was.
"How about a steam?" Charlie asked. We agreed and soon we were sitting in the steam filled shower room. It had shower heads on one wall and a marble bench on the others. Charlie was a blond bear, with a heavy coat of hair, reddish and curly. His big balls served as a display stand for his cock head. He was cut, and the silver dollar sized head sat directly on the balls, no shaft was visible. The piss slit must have been a half inch wide and already had a bead of pre cum oozing from it.
"Bill said you like cops?" Richard said. "I like guys who like cops. If they are obedient."
"Well this is your lucky day!" Charlie said. "I'm a real accommodating guy."
"I've got a lot to accommodate." Richard said. He pulled Charlie to him and forced him down toward his cock. I knew it didn't take any forcing at all, but they all knew the rules of the game and played the part. Charlie made great show of reluctance to touch Richard's cock. Once it was in his mouth he gave up the acting. I had never seen a man worship a cock before, but that was the only way to describe Charlie's approach to Richard's meat.
I think that Richard intended to have a roleplaying adventure with Charlie as the slave. There was no need to do that. Richard just put his head back, closed his eyes and let Charlie work his magic. The horse-hung police chief's cock was bloated to stud-stallion-in-love size, and Charlie looked like one of those reptiles with a detachable jaw. The monster dong slipped into his throat without effort.
"Damn. I don't believe you can do that!" Richard muttered. Bubba was next to me and began to suck me. Sex between us was always exciting but rushed. Bubba and I were comfortable enough to take our time. I confess I had considered sex as two people rushing toward a climax. We had no need to rush anymore. Bubba took his time, as did Charlie. He slowly explored my cock and balls with his tongue. As the room warmed up, we got on the floor and 69ed for a while.
"Enough foreplay." Richard muttered. "I'm ready for some ass." Charlie moaned. We got off the floor and sat on the bench.
"Let me finish you off." Charlie asked. He looked up for the fist time since his tongue came in contact with Richard's cock. "This is great. I want to eat your seed." Richard laughed.
"You think your ass is tight enough to squeeze the cum from my cock?" Richard asked.
"When did you get a taste for ass?" Bubba asked. "You were purely a cock sucker as I remember."
"I always had a warm spot for it but my donkey dong hurt most guys so much it didn't seem to be worth the effort." Richard explained. "I found this soldier from Fort Lee who loved it. I discovered I had a taste for it. Something tells me that Charlie here, won't mind at all."
All my sexual experiences with men to date had been oral. I wasn't too sure about fucking. It was really hot in the room now and we showered and returned to the exercise area. I cooled off, but realized that my heart was still racing. Bubba put his arm around me.
"Don't worry." he said. "You'll love it." I hadn't said anything about my unease, but he must have sensed it. Richard had Charlie on a mat and was fingering his ass. Charlie was moaning in pleasure. I was shocked to see a guy working his fingered into the ass. I had seen many cocks in years of locker rooms and showers, but never an asshole. It seemed too private and intimate to have Charlie spread eagled exposed to view.
"We'll all get a chance to play in Charlie's ass." Bubba whispered. "Charlie will love it." Bubba cupped my balls then stroked my cock. My dick head was covered in pre cum that was dripping like a leaking faucet. I hadn't realized that I was doing that. "Your body is all ready for it." he continued. "Let's get close so we can help."
We moved next to them. I was at Charlie's head. Richard at his ass and Bubba was in the middle. A drop of pre cum dripped to the floor. I looked and Charlie was trying to intercept it. I got on my knees and fed him my cock. Bubba smiled and Richard lifted Charlie's legs to his shoulders. I relaxed as Charlie's warm mouth enveloped my cock. I still don't know exactly what Charlie's cock sucking technique is, but he was good. Richard's cock had vanished in Charlie's ass. I could feel Charlie shudder every time Richard thrust.
I leaned forward to give Charlie a more comfortable angle to suck me and was at mouth level with his cock. Charlie had a fire plug cock, short and really thick, but the fire plug was topped with a monster mushroom. I stuck my tongue out and touched the tip of it to the piss slit. Richard made a particularly vigorous thrust. Charlie spurted a glob of pre cum and I swallowed the whole thing.
The night before Bubba, Richard and I had sex, but it was sequential. This time the three of us were having sex together. I felt sorry that Bubba was left out, but I wasn't going to do anything about it. It was too good for me. Charlie and I were 69ing while I watched Richard fuck Charlie's ass three inches frm my face. His huge glistening cock relentlessly pounded Charlie.
I felt something at my ass. It was Bubba's tongue. I was unbelievably turned on. I spread my legs to give him better access and discovered that allowed more of my cock to get in Charlie's mouth. Thirty seconds later a harder blunt object was at my ass. I opened wider, and Bubba's cock slid in deep. It was as if my ass had been designed for Bubba's cock. Charlie oozed with each of Richard's thrusts. I did the same when Bubba rammed my prostate.
Suddenly there was sperm everywhere. It wasin my mouth, in Charlie's mouth, and in our asses. We were all still except for our beating hearts and ejaculatory twitches. Bubba and Richard were kissing each other as the unloaded. I swallowed a mouthful of Charlie's cum. He filled me up again. I know that an orgasm only lasts a few seconds but this was like slow motion on a VCR. It seemed to go on for minutes.
I think I must have been almost unconscious of anything but the climaxes. Everything was quiet and still except for the twitching that marked another ejaculation. With four of us climaxing together, the ejaculations continued for a while. I would think that it was over and Richard would twitch and ram Charlie again. Charlie would ooze a small cum bead, and get me going again. It would be over then Bubba would ram me then I would spurt. This continued for ten minutes.
"I can truthfully say," Richard said, "that there isn't a single drop of sperm in my balls. Damn! It's good." He slowly pulled his cock out. Bubba did the same and we slowly disentangled. We went to the shower and cleaned up. We were relaxed but Charlie still had enough drive to suck Bubba for a while. We had to get back to the hotel, but we all had Charlie's number.
We drove back home early the next morning. It had been a good weekend.
"I hope there weren't too many new experiences." Bubba said. "There was a lot going on for two nights."
"I will say I did some things I hadn't even considered." I said. Bubba looked worried.
"You enjoyed them, I hope?" he asked.
"That I did." I said. "Enjoyable, intense and unexpected. I had no problem at all."
"That's good." Bubba said. "I'm afraid I have a very high tolerance of sexual activity. I never thought of sex being confined to a single person."
"I've never thought of it that way," I said, "but I may be the same. I was brought up in a conservative family. Sex was never mentioned. I don't think I thought of sex as a part of my parents' relationship. I never associated sex and love."
"You were married!"
I laughed. "I'm not too sure my wife did either." I said. "Sex was required but not enjoyed. I think she thought of marriage as a contract. I provided the cash, she provided the children."
"And when you lost your job, you broke the contract?"
"That's the way it looks to me." I said. "The idea that sex is fun and a recreational activity is one that I think I can get used to." Bubba laughed.
"I got use to that years ago." Bubba said. "I have a lot of friends. We may not be married, but we do help each other out. If you'd like to, you can meet them." I said that I would like that. I understood that Bubba wanted to be a friend, and wanted to be a close friend, but he didn't want to change his life completely to accommodate me. He wanted to include me in his life, but not drop his previous life for me.
In a marriage, that was sometimes necessary. The demands of children and work often do away with your previous lifestyle. This isn't required for friends, and both Bubba and I were comfortable with that.
the Grange meeting
Bubba called me the several days later and asked if I wanted to go to a Grange meeting. I knew about the Grange from my readings in 19th century fraternal groups and the origins of unions, but didn't realize they still existed. I asked his if it was a 19th century survival. He laughed.
"The Wythetown Grange is the social club of the old bachelor farmer contingent." he explained. "It's more social than political now. This is an annual meeting. They are having the Father-Son Banquet." I laughed.
"I thought they were bachelor farmers?" Bubba laughed.
"They are. This is a leftover form the old days. They bring younger friends over for a night of food and cock. A few years ago they found a social group of young guys from the volunteer fire department. They hit it off really well." Bubba said. "The Father-Son Banquet is a joke, but it's a good one. Some of the firemen are married and it gives them a good excuse to get away."
"Well, I'll give it a try." I said. The banquet was on a Thursday night and Bubba picked me up at six. We drove for twenty minutes into the countryside and then turned down an almost hidden dirt road. We arrived at a clearing with about ten trucks parked on the grass and an unpainted wood building in the middle. It was ramshackle and looked as if it could barely hold up. There was a man at the door.
"Hey Bubba! You've brought a friend?" the man asked.
"This is Bill from the school." Bubba said. "He's a member of the fraternity and wants to become an official member. Bill. This is Boy Carson." We shook hands. Boy was 50-60, tall, thin and looked like the straw man in the Wizard of Oz. He had a firm handshake and beautiful pale blue eyes.
"Glad to meet you." he said. "We're just getting started so you haven't missed any thing." We entered. The room was illuminated by oil lamps. When my eyes got accustomed to the dim light, I realized that the space was elaborately decorated with wall paintings and fancy window and door trim. It was a remarkable contrast to the exterior. It was warm, and since there was no air conditioning, it was a tee shirt and shorts affair.
Bubba introduced me to the men. There were about twenty guys and I only got a few names. Ernie was a tall well built man who worked at the Radio Shack. He looked muscular and had a good tan. Steve was a middle-aged blond with a crew cut and a mustache. Rod and Mark were farmers. Several guys had a Civil War reinactor look with long straggly beards or strange goatees. There were a few younger guys.
Dinner was standard cook out fare, but not bad. There was beer and the event seemed very cordial. I was talking with Boy and noticed that the crowd in the room was clearing out. I first though guys were going home, but I looked out the door and saw that all the trucks were there. I mentioned this to Boy. He smiled.
"Bubba didn't mention the Grange Hall?" Boy asked.
"I thought that this was the hall?"
"No. This is the dining room. The hall is upstairs." Boy said. I hadn't realized the building had an up stairs. It didn't look big enough. "The play room is up stairs." he said. "Leave you clothes on the pegs on the stairs and go up and check it out." Bubba came over and heard the conversation.
"Boy. Why don't you take Bill up stairs and show him the ropes. I'll watch the door." Bubba said. Boy took me to a closet that turned out to be a stair to the upper floor. It was very dim but you could see that one side had pegs, and a shelf on it we stripped on the stair and hung our clothes on an empty peg and put the shoes in the shelf. Boy felt me out.
"Damn. That's a big one." he whispered. I felt him. He was long, uncut and was already dripping pre cum. I swirled my finger around his cock head, spreading the pre cum over the mushroom.
"You're ready. Aren't you?" I said.
"I sure am." Boy said. "Let me tell you the rules. No conversation. In the old days the guys would play upstairs while the meeting went on downstairs so they didn't want anyone to know what was going on. Everyone is hot and willing. Every cock and every ass is available. If they weren't, they wouldn't be up there." he said. "Do you have any trouble with that?"
"Nope. Any problem with trespassing? Are any of the guys lovers?" I asked.
"No problem at all. If they are upstairs, they know the rules." Boy replied. He took me up to the room. It was an attic space with the ceiling height at the sides at five feet, but the center of the room was at the peak of the roof and very high. There was a continuous bench at the side of the room. Everyone was naked and sucking as far as I could tell in the dim light. I was looking around when Boy dropped to his knees and began sucking me.
Ernie was next to us, Steve was sucking him and a younger guy named Brian came up, touched Steven on the shoulder and took his place. As I got used to the dim light, I could see more of what was going on. Boy pulled off and took me around the room. I was rock hard, as were most of the guys in there, but I seemed to be immediately popular. Eight inches was a popularity inducer! I had never been in a situation when my cock was on display before, but I was the center of attention. I didn't mind that at all.
This was the first time in my life being considered as a sex object of desire. Maybe if you were a famous movie star, you would get tired of all that attention, but I certainly wasn't at that point. I was a long way from that point. It was nice to be considered attractive, and odd that it would happen for the first time as a middle aged bearded man.