Inevitable

Inevitable 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@aol.com.

Fergus and Don's little party was a bit larger than I anticipated. Fergus came with his Choir Director, Lloyd; the Bass, Alberto; and the tenor of his choir, Reggie. Don arrived with his trustee, Malcomb, and two of the trustees' old friends, Doc Davidson, who was a druggist, and Al, the owner of the local lumber yard. They all admired William's Rest. The house was a sophisticated log cabin, and they liked the look.

We chatted for a while and then I gave them a preview of coming attractions. "Fergus and Don told me that all of you are men who enjoy the company of men. Years ago, I realized that if you looked at the men who live in our town, you would be surprised that all of them have a cocks and balls. These are never mentioned and unless you go to a gym or played high school sports. There is no indication that we possess those organs, or ever played with them.

"I am a Presbyterian and I have a little knowledge of predestination. If god had intended that we never play with our cocks, why did he place them in such an easily accessible place?" The men laughed. "It's easy to understand a realistic rule to avoid sex with women. Until modern medicine, there was a good chance she might die in childbirth. I am not a scientist, messing around with men has few side effects. Playing with our genitals is pure enjoyment. As far as I know, no one has even suffered chapped lips due to sucking cock," I explained. The men laughed again.

"This is to be a naked sex party. There is no objective other than sex. That may sound superficial to some. I should confess, that years ago I sometimes saw the faces of several friends only months after we had exchanged blow jobs. We have now thirty years of good sex and friendship," I explained.

"I would like to suggest that we get naked and see what happens," I added. "I can assure you that I like it all. As I look around, there is no one I wouldn't like to play with. That includes both giving and taking." Fergus and Don began to strip. That inspired the other men. As expected, they were a mixed bag of varied sizes and shapes.

When I was at graduate school, I was with a group of young handsome men. I hit it off with two of them, but the others were more into posing. They expected admiration and thought that letting a man suck their cock as they stood like a rock was enough. The men I enjoyed were good looking, but in a non-standard way. One was five feet four, and the other was a muscular, hair covered bear. The three of us wanted to play. The bear was a grower not a shower. The smaller man had a knack for turning a duo into a threesome. He could fit in some tight places. I had a feeling the handsome men might join in only if they wouldn't muss their hair.

I went over to Don and Fergus's timid friends. Luckily, while you may be shy, your cock is ready for action. For some cocks, the slightest hint of sex is enough to put on a show. Alberto was furry and had a semi erect uncut, beer-can cock. Reggie was slim with a treasure trail linking his chest hair to his bush. His cock was standard issue, but his ball sack hung low. His balls were large. He too was semi-erect and there was a drop of precum emerging at his slit.

"I'm a little uneasy," Alberto said in an Italian accent. "I'm not use to being naked in a group."

"I was uneasy the first time too," I said. "I have a cure for the problem, if you're interested?"

I dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around his knob. I used my tongue to push back the foreskin and the caress his tender cock head. "I think I might need your shyness cure too," Reggie said. Moments later, I had both cockheads in my mouth. That was a success. Both knobs were in my mouth. They were touching and my tongue licked the tender undersides where the foreskin connects to the shaft. After about ten minutes, I stood up to get some air. Alberto dropped to his knees to suck me. I had a slight feeling I was a hors d'oeuvres. Seconds later I knew my cock had passed the taste test.

"I'm afraid I'm going to shoot," Alberto said.

I didn't stop sucking and he shot off. I'm not sure he had shot in a guy's mouth before. When I took every drop and swished it around, so each man's knob was bathed in the cock cream. I got off my knees and was surprised when Reggie kissed me so he could taste Alberto's cum. Don later told me that my little demonstration with Alberto and Reggie was inspirational.

It was most inspirational with Lloyd, the Choir Director who came over to me. Al seemed to be interested in Reggie as was Malcomb. Fergus and Don went for Alberto.

Doc Davidson joined Lloyd and me. Lloyd was a heavy man on a thin man's frame. He wasn't fat yet, but fat was in his future. Doc was short, maybe five -five. He was in good shape. Although he was short, he had not been shortchanged in the cock division. I had heard of Doc Davidson. More correctly, I had heard of his wife. She was domineering and pushy. Everyone liked Doc and felt sorry for him. She had recently left town with a flashy real estate developer. Doc was free at last. Inexperienced but free.

While Lloyd was straight as an arrow as a choir director, he was the Queen of Heaven when he was off duty. He was the nephew of one of the church's oldest members and most generous contributor. He was also the office manager. He was talented with the choir but hated the business part of his job. He told me he knew the sort of things gay men did, but he didn't have enough nerve to do it.

Doc had the nerve, but his wife had him under what was essentially house arrest. I told them that I had both the experience and the nerve. We formed the world's smallest daisy chain, linked cock to mouth. I made sure I was sucking Doc. He sucked Lloyd and Lloyd sucked me.

Sometimes having low expectations is a gift. I had hopes for Doc's cock. It exceeded my expectations. In my mouth it was an oozing magic wand. It was lovely and much better than I expected. Doc seemed to like Lloyd's cock. Lloyd wasn't a skilled cock sucker, but he gave it the old college try. Much to my surprise he loved it when I shot off in his mouth. I think my cock's juices made him understand the meaning of orgasms.

Don later told me that Lloyd was well known for overeating, and my sperm may have been a new delicacy for him. That was fine with me. The objective of man sex was to enjoy, and if a mouthful of spunk worked for him, I had no complaints. He liked feeding from a cock.

As a pharmacist Doc had access to what was referred to as marital aids. He also had so high strength amyl. That had worked for me in college. It still worked. When you snorted amyl, you desperately wanted sex. The amyl had an effect on me that I hadn't noticed; my ass demanded attention. An hour and a half later all of the men had experienced the joy of shooting off in a tight ass. They also discovered that their pals' sperm was the best lubricant.

Doc was first in line. I sat on his cock, and he almost passed out. My ass was all but shrink wrapped to his cock. He later told me his wife had a severe headache almost every time there was a potential for sex. My ass was everything her cunt wasn't. My ass was warm and receptive. Doc had never deposited his sperm in a place where it was appreciated.

Alberto injected his Italian High test into me next. I sucked him to a full erection and kissed the top of his knob before he got into fucking position. I was on my back with my legs on his shoulders. He moaned. "Oh shit, it's beautiful," as he eased his cock into me.

"I could do this forever," he said as he maintained a gentle pace of thrusts. He liked going deep on each thrust. I don't think of myself as a slut. It was clear that I was happiest when there was a cock in my ass. Alberto's bloated cock head made friends with my prostate. This was Alberto's first anal adventure. His cock was thick, and my sphincter acted as a cock ring. Alberto had no preconceptions about anal sex. It was all new to him. his cock was on auto pilot. It knew exactly was to do. He added load to Doc's load. Alberto kissed me with each ejaculation. He pulled out.

Al, the lumber yard owner, had been standing to the side. He was about forty-five but looked older. He had blond hair that looked white. He was in good shape. His cock had looked small, but now that it was semi-erect, it was looking impressive. I was on the floor. He straddled me and sat on my cock. He must have been well lubricated since it slipped in easily.

He gave a sigh of relief as my cock hit the good spots in his ass. "Damn it's good," he moaned.

"I assume this isn't the first time you've taken a cock?" I asked.

"I was in the Navy. I had some buddies there," Al said. "It still feels good. you would be the most popular guy on the ship."

"A different man every night?" I asked.

Al laughed. "That could happen, but if you were to appear in the showers, your dance card would fill quickly," he explained. "I was the low man on the totem pole. I got to fuck last. My fuck mate's ass was filled with sailors' cum. Some guys thought it was messy. I thought it was a damn good fuck."

"I can feel that your cock has refined tastes. Is this the way you fucked in the showers?" I asked.

"I was a bit rushed back then," Al said. "When I got back here, I got married and had little chance to improve my fucking skills. My wife died a few years ago and I found Lloyd."

Al was a big man. It turned out that had never bottomed, but he seemed to know that was a gap in his sexual education. I told him I would like to open his back door. Al knew that bottoms liked it, and sort of assumed he would too. I was careful. my cock made a direct hit on Al's prostate, so all was well. He had his first hands free orgasm as my tool massaged his ass.

The men were getting tired and went home. I told them if they needed a place, William's Rest was available. They said they would like that. I couldn't tell if they were being polite or meant it. Some men lose their interest when they lose their erections.

Men seem to deal with sex two ways. Some brag about every real, or phantasy sexual event. Others don't admit sex exist. It is an embarrassing appendage. Of course, cocks all work the same way and the seem to have the same objective. Cocks are dual use organs, like the mouth. Mouths are used for eating and talking. Cocks are both your bladder's drain, and a sex organ. Like the mouth, the cock is well located for draining the bladder and the balls.

The mouth plays a sensory role. It tastes and eating is a major source of enjoyment. The cock is less consistently enjoyable. Pissing can be a relief, but not a joy. As a sex organ the cock is a star. It is the most pleasurable organ in the male body. Most of us eat three times a day. Some may have sex three times, but usually it is used only intermittently. Remarkably your cock can't tell the difference between recreational sex and procreative sex. The cock consistently produces pleasure and distributes sperm. I would say that sperm is a taste treat, but its taste seems to improve when shot from a friend's cock.

I was surprised when Al called me two days after we met. He told me he enjoyed getting fucked, adding that it felt more than just a cock in my ass. "Is there such a thing as a friendly fuck?" he asked.

"There seems to be. Your cock wasn't an invader in my ass. It was an explorer," I said.

"I have a favor to ask of you," he said. "I have some old buddies from school. We messed around some, but never got beyond licking a cock. I know this sounds stupid, but do you give lessons?"

"Do they need lessons?" I asked.

"Well, I thought I was fine, until I met you," he said. "I discovered what I thought was sex was black and white. I discovered sex with you was in technicolor and wide screen."

We talked for a while. His pals were Troy Smith and Bull Radford. They were a few years behind me in school. Troy was a wrestler and Bull was a tackle on the footballs team. They came for families that were considered "problematic." They were stars on their teams but were not college material. Bull was now a supervisor in the public works department, and Troy ran an auto repair business.

I asked Al why he didn't introduce them to fucking himself. He told me they were friends. He was clumsy and he was afraid he might do something wrong and ruin the friendship. I told him I would be glad to meet them. Al asked if Saturday afternoon would be okay. I said that was fine.

The trio arrived at 2:00. William's Rest was a dream house for them. It was pretty, a bit rustic and down home. My memories of the house were not rustic. I vaguely remembered them from their high school athletic experiences. They had filled out some but still had muscular bodies. I offered them a beer. My beer was two steps up the social ladder than their regular beer and they appreciated that.

"You may have noticed my football experience is limited," I said. "If I told you the only part of athletics, I would have been good was taking a shower with a bunch of naked jocks, would you be surprised?"

They laughed. "To tell you the truth, I like that part too," Bull said.

"I think a lot of the guys liked that part too," Troy added. "The coach kept an eye on us."

"Was there any touching or licking?" I asked.

"There was a dark corner where you might touch some. I was too scared to do anymore to do that," Al said.

"I was hoping this little party won't be scary," I said. "I have a suggestion. I would have loved to be in the showers with you guys. What if we pretended that we are naked in the showers, and there is no one watching. We all have a chance to do what we want to do. You don't know me, but if you come up with a new sexual position I don't know, I will give you a reward. We can all relax and have some fun. Is that a plan?"

I began to strip as did Al. Troy and Bull did the same.

"Damn Al, your pals are built!" I said, "They are hung too!"

"They are nice guys too, but they are a bit shy." Al added.

I smiled and said, "They both deserve the gay man's handshake." I dropped to my knees and sucked Bull. He had been semi erect, but as my lips wrapped around his cock head, he became erect. There was a hint of precum dribbling from his piss slit.

Troy came close enough so that I could suck him too. They both liked that. Since I was equally happy to suck or be sucked as well as fuck and be fucked, I was a busy guy. Al, Troy, and Bull all made use of my accommodating manner. They all liked sex, but they seemed to see me as friendly leader or guide. They were all bigger than me. They didn't want to break me.

While they were reserved at first, but they got over that. Bull was almost timid. He had always been a big boy, and his mother had warned him not to hurt anyone. He was a good kid, but his father had nicknamed him the Hulk. In middle school the coach called him Bull. Luckily, that caught on.

It was late afternoon when I finally got to sit on his monster dick. It totally occupied my ass and hit all the tight places. I told him it was great. He wasn't too sure about that, but I told him hard cocks don't lie. Bull never married and never messed around with anyone other than Al and Troy.

His cock was big, my ass was tight. It was the perfect combination. When he told me his was getting close, I told him that was why I was sitting on his cock. It was beautiful. Someone had told him not to leave any sticky mess after he popped. When he pulled out, every single drop of sperm was trapped in my ass.

Much to me surprise, Troy wanted to fuck as soon as Bull had vacated his ass. He fucked me doggy style. I don't think he realized that he wanted to use Bull's sperm as lube. Troy shot off quickly. I was not surprised.

I had no idea Al had a taste for sperm. He didn't exactly insert a straw into my ass to get it all, but he seemed to have a long tongue.

A little later I asked if they would stay for dinner and spend the night. All a wanted that.