Fits Like a Glove

By Robert Winthrop

Published on Jan 12, 2023

Gay

Fits like a Glove 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 winarch47@yahoo.com

The party had been great, and I had met some unexpected men. To say I met them was an understatement. To meet a stranger rarely included getting naked and fucking like rabbits. I felt that I should have been embarrassed and ashamed of what I had done. It was a new and shocking experience. I had admit it also had been wonderful, totally unlike any thing I had experienced before. It was as if I had been a country boy used to a small town and suddenly found myself in New York City.

I realized I was an inexperienced young man and some of the gym members liked that. Many of them were willing help me to get experienced. After my experience with Judge Watson I was more open to the possibilities. While anything sexual was confidential and secret, I had a feeling the Judge mentioned I was interested and, more importantly willing.

I soon discovered that Judge Watson had friends. The best way to describe them is as being deeply closeted and horny as shit. A few knew my parents or guys I went to school with. Mr. Dunn was a pharmacist. Mr. Goodall was the high school coach who replaced the coach I knew. Major John Roberts was a state trooper. Dr. Smithson was the chief surgeon at the hospital.

John Dexter became a good friend. The higher ups at the office thought he was just a job superintendent. He knew people. He had assumed the screw ups in the project were due to my being new to the job. When I sent him the drawings of the phase 3, it was clear the higher-ups were the problem. The word got out three months later there was a rearrangement in the senior levels of the department. Staff who knew the job were promoted. I became a designer. That is a big improvement from being a junior designer.

Somehow I became the point man to deal with a serious traffic problem with the police. Our project was causing traffic problems, with supply trucks and concrete mixers blocking the road at congested times of the day. The neighbors were complaining. The neighbor was a major industrial operation, and workers were getting to work late.

The former senior man at our office had directed the contractor to build as fast as possible. I met with Major Roberts and the solution was easily resolved. Our former leader worked 8 to 5. He wanted the concrete mixers at the site at 8:00. He didn't seem to know that there were minimum temperatures for pouring concrete. The concrete mixers blocked assess as they waited for the temperature rise. I suggested that scheduling mixers at the middle of the morning, the temperatures were right, and there was still time to install protection from the night time chill. Everyone was happy.

After the meeting Major Roberts came over to me and asked, "You were at school with my son, Junior, weren't you?"

"Yes, but don't think we were in any of the same classes," I said.

"He said you were a brain," Roberts replied. "He has a good job now. He likes it and is getting some training. He paused. "By the way, Adrian told me you are nice guy. He thought we would get along well."

"I try to get along with every one," I said. "Did Adrian tell you we had some fun?"

"He did," Roberts replied. "He mention he made a deposit in a special place."

"Are you interested in that?" I asked.

"Not really," he said as he leaned closer to me he added, "If a guy likes to eat man seed, I can supply him with my own home brew. It's real fresh." He then told me that he had a complicated schedule, but he would like to get together sometime. I said that was fine with me.

I think Major Roberts was a leader of men, but he seemed to be timid sexually. I doubted we would meet. I discovered that while I am good with mathematical formulas and theorems, I was a poor judge of the sexual drive of a middle-aged police man.

A week later, Major Roberts knocked on my door at 9:30 on a Friday night. He was coming back from an out-of-town meeting.

"I was coming into town and saw your lights were on. Are you busy?" he asked.

"No. I was thinking about reading a good book, but I can postpone that," I said. "Come in!"

"I'm not bothering you?" he asked.

"Not at all," I replied. I offered him a beer or a cup of coffee. He opted for the coffee. I had a half full pot in the kitchen.

"Any excitement in your life?" he asked.

"There is little excitement in the world of sewer design, unless there is a disaster. Luckily, sewer disasters are too smelly for extended television coverage," I said. "How was your day?"

"Long, annoying, but without any major disasters," he said. "That counts as a good day. Given how stupid your basic criminals are, they can still surprise you," he said. "I'm always on edge. It's hard to relax."

"My days are like that too," I said, "Did Adrian mention I know some good relaxation techniques?" I asked.

"No, but he said you are a nice and friendly guy," Roberts said. "Somehow I got the feeling that it was more than just friendly."

"My uncle Bixby likes no strings attached fun," I said. "He told me it was okay for fall in love for five minutes before and after you shoot off. Anything longer than that can cause problems."

"Your Uncle is a wise man. I could use ten minutes of love," Roberts said.

"I was about to take a shower and go to bed," I said.

"A shower sounds real good to me," he said. He began to unbutton his shirt. We went to the bathroom. I had an over-sized walk in shower.

Roberts was a handsome fifty-year-old man. He must have exercised regularly since he was still in good shape. I was embarrassed since my body was barely okay. That was not a problem, since his attention was solely focused on my cock. Some people might thing that was superficial. He and I were both after sex, and erect cocks made our interests clear.

I knew that Roberts was bold and daring. He had medals for bravery. He was a bit timid about sex. Going after a well armed criminal requires a different mindset than sucking sperm spurting from a man's cock. After fooling around, we ended up in my bed and fifteen minutes later I had a mouth full of Robert's sperm. It was a complete success. He almost fell asleep, but rallied ten minutes later.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked.

"Why would I be mad at you?" I asked.

"I shot off in your mouth," he said.

"I should be thanking you. Your load was massive. It was good." I said. "Did you notice I took every squirt?"

"It was so good, I didn't notice any thing other than the best orgasm in my life!" he said.

We had a nice talk, interrupted by two intense sexual episodes. It was difficult for Roberts to escape from his police personality and explore his sexual potential. I knew engineers like that. Their world was numbers and calculations. This is great for a professional Engineer, but can lead to shitty interpersonal relationships. Roberts went home. He had the morning shift the next morning.

Three days later I was at the drug store picking up a new prescription for allergies. The pharmacist had to discuss the potential problems with the drug. Mr. Dunn called me into a small room. As a mater of policy, these discussions had to be private. He told me the only problem with the drug was related to excessive alcohol consumption. I said I was a social drinker who didn't have a social life.

He laughed, and then leaned close to me. "Adrian told me you might be interested in finding new friends. I was hoping I could help you with that?" he asked.

"Did he mention he and I had a nice time?" I asked.

"Adrian is never that direct. He said we all shared a common interest," Mr. Dunn said. "I am more participatory than Adrian. He said there was more to you than met the eye. I have some hard to reach places you might help me with." His phone rang and another person was waiting. "If I called you, would you be interested in helping me?" he asked. I told him I would like that as I left and went home. He was on duty to 7:00 PM that evening. He called me a 7:15 PM. I asked if he would be able to drop by. He said that would be nice.

Mr. Dunn was tall, thin and bald. I had seen him jogging in the morning and I assumed he was fit. He was at my house five minutes later.

"I'm glad you're home. I was nice for you to ask me over," he said. "Adrian told me you were friendly and accommodating. He's an old friend."

"He was a friend of my parents. It seemed odd to meet him at an informal event," I said.

"He told me you were accommodating. I accommodate him once and a while," he said. "Sometime I take and some times I give. Have you ever been on the receiving side of his friendship?"

"No, but I noticed some men really like receiving." I said. "I'm interested abut uneasy about that."

"I have a few things that banish your uneasiness," Dunn said.

"The blue pill?" I asked.

"I need to know you better before we sample some of my goods," he said. He overtly rearranged his balls. I did the same. We were naked in my bedroom five minutes later. He was moderately hairy and he was jogger muscular, not weight lifting muscular.

Dunn's mouth enveloped my cock before I had a chance to lick his cock. I shifted into the sixty-nine position. His cock was long and thin. He was a master cock sucker, and I reacted to his cock sucking skills for a while before I began to suck on his cock. His cock was excited and I immediately tasted precum drooling from his cock. Dunn was an okay guy, but he seemed more attractive as I tasted his sex juices oozing from his tender cock head.

During a brief calm period, he said, "We could kick it up a notch if you want something more, intense." He then he asked me if he could fuck me. I said yes.

We rearranged our selves. "Take a sniff of this stuff," he said as he held a little bottle.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's called poppers on the street," he said. "It tends to excite you and opens up some private places in your body. Some guys don't like it, but most like it a lot."

I took a sniff. For maybe thirty seconds it didn't smell that good. A minute later, Dunn's cock was at my ass and seconds later his cock was deep in my ass. I sullenly wanted to be his sex slave. I couldn't understand how I could live with out his cock in my ass. Dunn took a sniff, and seconds later he and I knew I would be his sex slave.

"You know I have to breed you, don't you?" he whispered in my ear.

"Fill me up, I want every drop!" I said. A few minutes later his cock owned my ass. He lost control ans flooded my ass with is seed. A second or so after his massive ejaculation, I shot off hands free, we exchanged sperm volleys for what seemed like minutes. It was beautiful.

If I had been able to think straight I would have been worried about the intensity of the emotions. When the ejaculations diminished and Dunn's cock shrank to a normal size, my emotions returned to a satisfactory level. I could think again.

Are you okay?" he asked. I said yes.

"The first time I took poppers I was afraid I my partner was in love with me. I would become my playmate's permanent lover. He was a nice guy, but not that nice," Dunn said. "We are still friends, but we now know its only temporary. Are you comfortable having sex with men you barely know?"

"Surprisingly I am. I guess you know that my family was very conventional. Dad was a golfer, and we never went on vacations to the beach. Bermuda shorts and a knit shirt with a little alligator on it was as close to nude as he ever got. Sex was hardly mentioned. My youngest brother was five years older than me. They were jocks, and I was not. We all got along well, but we weren't close." I explained. "I discovered gay sex at college, but it was rare and quick. Very quick."

"You seem to be okay with sex now," Dunn said. He gave me a bottle of poppers.

"It's a lot more than okay," I replied. We talked for a while and he went home. I took a shower and went to bed.

When I woke up on the next Sunday morning. I made a regular eggs and bacon breakfast. I tried hard to do nothing for the day. I usually worked 50 to 60 house during the week and it was nice to wind down.

Someone knocked on my door. I was young guy in his early twenties who introduced himself as Junior Roberts. He said a friend of his, Mr. Dunn from the pharmacy said he should meet me. He looked familiar, but this was completely out of the blue. All of a sudden I realized he was Major John Robert's son. He was a younger, more muscular version of his dad. I asked him in.

Mr Dunn was the only gay man Jimmy knew. The boy was terrified that his father would throw, him out if he found out he was gay. He had run into Dunn in a park after dark. Jimmy gave him a blow job and was shocked when he realized it was Dunn. Dunn was more shocked, at the time Jimmy was a minor. Since then Jimmy had spent four years in college and had a job working for an environmental planning firm.

We talked for a while and I told him to tell his father and get it over. I thought waiting and dreading it was worse that doing it.

"I've worked with your father. He is a reasonable man, and he seemed to have a firm grip on human nature and the variety of people and their problems. Being gay is a piece of cake compared the alcoholism or paranoia," I said. "I personally I think hiding your sexual preference may do more damage than the preference. What ever you make think of gay men, unwanted children is not one of them."

Jimmy was intelligent and sensible. He understood what I was saying. It was a good conversation.

Apparently during the conversation, I glanced at his crotch several times. Several times he noticed my glance. I knew that while a penis is useful and sometimes pleasurable organ, it can't conceal its interest in sexual activity. Most of the time it serves as an early warning system, detecting the slightest trace of sexual opportunity.

My cock betrayed me. I later found out that Dunn had mentioned my sexual interests and told Jimmy I was both interested and skilled. Somehow we ended up in my shower and then in my bed. I didn't want that to happen, but my cock and Jimmy's cock seemed to have over ruled our common sense.

Jimmy wasn't that experienced, and he wanted to try getting fucked, something he had heard about, but never got too far being fucked. He told me that my cock was thicker than the guys he had played with. It turned out that he liked looking at big cocks, was wasn't sure he would enjoy them. Had he told me that before we started, I wouldn't have played with him. Hurting a man during sex play is a big turn off for me.

He didn't tell me, and I didn't hurt him at all. As I pushed my cock deeper, he discovered deeper and much more intense levels of pleasure. He told me he hadn't dreamed sex would be so intense and pleasurable. I almost told him he needed to improved his dreams, but I pushed a little deeper and hit a wonderful place. No comments were needed.

No one had shot off in his ass. I knew that was a turn off for many men who were new to man sex. When he felt me shooting, he loved it. He thought that meant he was accepted as an adult man. I noticed that he reacted much as his father reacted to my cock in his ass.

I thought he might go home, he stayed. He made no effort to dress, so we were still naked. I am not a mind reader but when I asked if he would like to fuck me he said yes. Johnny's cock was ready.

Johnny covered his cock in lubricant and then slowly and carefully worked in into my ass. It was almost too careful. My ass was not 100% virgin, but I figured too careful is much better that not careful enough. It was good for me and great for Jimmy. He was close to shooting off three times but was able to hold off. He finally lost control and flooded my ass with what must have been months of sperm imprisoned in his balls.

I could almost feel years of sexual urges in sperm form flowing from his cock into my ass. It was lovely and beautiful.

"I've never done that before. Did I do it right?" he asked.

"When a guy drains his balls into another guys ass, it hard to do anything wrong." I said.

Next: Chapter 3


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