Long Summer 3
By Bald Hairy Man
If you are offended by gay sex or are underage, DON'T read this story. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex is made in this story. If you have comments write me at bldhrymn@excite.com, or bldhrymn@yahoo.com
It took a while for my mind to clear. I was still, as was Joe. I didn't think there was any extra room in my ass, I was afraid if I moved at all I might rip open. It didn't hurt, but I knew it could. After a minute or so I relaxed. As I did, Joe's massive organ slipped even deeper. Oddly it felt better. I think the horse cock found its rightful place in my ass.
Joe was completely still, not moving at all. I moved my hips and a wave of intense pleasure swept over me. I couldn't breathe. It was good. I did it again.
Willy held the small bottle to my nose and told me to take a deep snort. It did. I wave of desire for Joe's cock enveloped me. Any hesitation or fear I had vanished. It was just me and Joe.
"That's it," Joe said. "I knew you'd like it."
"That boy's a keeper," Mike said. To tell you the truth, I had forgotten Mike and Willy were in the room. Looking back, I should have been embarrassed having sex in front of two men I didn't know, but I felt a brotherhood with the two men. After all, both men had fucked me moments earlier. Now I realized I was sitting on the Mount Everest of cocks. I was proud of my achievement.
I had gone from training wheels to a Harley in a half hour. Joe was careful, both because of his leg and out of concern for my ass. I slowly undulated on his meat and the sensations got stronger. I bounced a little and began to shoot. I had a four-alarm orgasm. My cock shot off like a Roman candle. I was gasping for breath. Joe was moaning. He was real loading me as I drained my balls.
I hardly knew Joe, but I knew his cock and my ass were meant for each other. Mike and Willy were enjoyable. Maybe as a young guy having sex with older men I should have felt used, but I enjoyed it as much as they did. I was actually pleased I could provide pleasure for grown men. They thought they were fucking me. I thought I was using their cocks to get me off.
Joe was different. The sensations were greater by a power of ten. It wasn't just more intense. Joe fucked my brain. We connected. I had been conscious of Willy's cock in my ass. Somehow, when Joe's cock went deep, we made a single sex organ. I lost all sense of what was Joe and what was me.
Willy and Mike helped me get off of Joe. They slowly lifted me off of his cock. Joe was still hard and it was exciting. I felt a twinge as his huge cock head plopped out. I suddenly was empty and deflated. Mike noticed my reaction, and he slipped his cock into my vacated ass.
"Relax, baby," Mike murmured. "Just cool off and wait until you get in control again." Mike got fully hard again and he shot off in my ass. I don't know if you can have a therapeutic fuck, but that's they way it felt to me. It was a soft landing.
The party broke up I helped Joe get into bed and went to sleep. I slept like a log. The next day was quiet and peaceful. The physical therapist came by, but no one else. Ruby had to go home early, so she had prepared a casserole for me to put in the oven. As always, it was good.
At dinner we talked. "Have you recovered from last night?" he asked. "That was an awful lot for one night. I got carried away by the moment. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"I'm the one who got carried away, I'm afraid," I said. "I really didn't know you could do that."
"Are you hurt?"
"No. A little sore, but not hurt."
"How do you feel about what happened?" Joe asked.
"It's hard to say. If you told me what I happened, I wouldn't have believed it," I said. "I've never enjoyed anything as much as I enjoyed you."
"That's the way it felt to me too," Joe said. "I've never had anyone open up the way you did. You didn't resist at all. You let me in, and when you relaxed, you opened even wider. I've never gone so deep."
"Do you want to do it again?" I asked.
"I sure do, but not tonight," Joe said. "You need to rest and get your head on straight."
"Can you tell I'm a bit . . ?"
"Disoriented?" Joe said, adding the last word to my sentence. I could tell. To tell you the truth, I have been a bit disoriented myself. I made dinner and we had a quiet night at home. The next day was a busy one. Joe had a big appointment at a bank to get financing for a project. I was the chauffeur and it was more of a production than I thought. Getting him in and out was easy enough, but I had to stay in the background as much as possible.
Joe didn't want to look handicapped. He felt it made him look like a bad risk. I was waiting for him in the bank President's outer office. I was ready to help when needed. My Dad had got me a good suit for high school graduation, so I could look like a young intern not a personal servant.
The president's secretary had a son about my age and we had a nice conversation. She was a nice woman, but I realized she was also checking up on Joe's health. She wondered if I was bothered to be acting as his servant, rather than as a more conventional intern.
I told her I was happy to be of help. "Mr. Tocelli Is a strong man who just has a bad leg," I explained, "I get to sit in on meetings I would never get to attend normally, so it's been an eye opener for me. It all seems effortless for Mr. Tocelli, but there's so much to think about and know. " I guessed the secretary was too smart to fall for any line I might give, so I was straightforward. I didn't volunteer too much, other than it was kind of odd to be helping a man who was stronger and bigger than I was. "I had never though such a little thing could such as a broken leg could slow you up for two or three months. On the television they recover in a week."
The secretary noted my comment about months. She seemed to relax after that.
After the meeting I got Joe back in the car and we returned home for a session with the therapist, Rex. Rex arrived with another young guy, Waldo. Waldo was in his last year of physical therapy school and now an intern. He was a huge, clunky looking guy with a mustache. He couldn't have been more than 23 or 24 but he was well on the way to being bald.
Waldo was friendly, but a bit of a redneck, Gomer Pyle type. Actually he turned out to be a combination of Gomer Pyle and the strongman in the circus. Joe was a big man and one of the biggest problems I had was his size. Waldo could pick him up like a baby. It took some work for me to help Joe to get on his feet from a chair. Waldo just lifted him up. I was a bit uneasy about him, but after ten minutes of work with Joe, I could tell he knew his stuff.
While he was with Joe, Rex told me about him. Waldo was a farm boy from Wisconsin who was away from home for the first time on this internship. "He's not very sophisticated, but he knows his stuff. I think he comes from what they refer to as a limited background. He's having a rough time with cash. He doesn't get paid for the internship and he has no money."
"What's he living on?"
"He lives in his van and seems to get Raman noodles," Rex said. "I can't tell if his family is just poor, and if there's a problem. I suspect the later from a few comments he's made. He worked his way through school. That's really rough in Physical therapy. It's a difficult course of study. This is his final internship, so he at the end of his cash. "
Rex went in to help. I noticed Joe was getting along well with Waldo. I took Waldo to the kitchen to get a snack. Ruby and Waldo hit it off well. She gave him a piece of cake, then fed him a sandwich, and then another. Waldo was a "yes ma'am" kind of guy and he was very appreciative. Louie appeared and had soem cake.
"I've got a problem, Miss Ruby," Louie, the gardener said. "They want me to work full time at the nursery. They'll give me insurance and benefits too. The money's good, but I don't want to leave you and Joe."
"Good money's good money in my book," Ruby said. "They treat you well, don't they?"
"Oh yes. They're good people," Louie said. "I need to talk to Joe."
"I think he'll be pleased," Ruby said. "You can't pass up a good full time job for a part time one." She looked at Waldo. "We can find another gardener." I don't know what sort of radar Ruby had, but the CIA needed her on their staff. She seemed to sense the situation.
I had a little radar vision too. Waldo glanced at me from time to time and I could tell his intentions weren't platonic. There was a little lust in his eye. Waldo certainly didn't look like a gay guy, but I had a feeling he was. Rex's mention of a family problem made sense.
The next evening Waldo moved into the room above the garage. He was going to do part time gardening for Joe as he finished his internship. When I saw the room over the garage, it didn't seem inhabitable to me, but that's not the way Waldo saw it. He was a fixer-upper and loved it. It was furnished with left overs from the house. They turned out to be beer than anything he had ver had. Waldo was happy as a lark.
Waldo was built like a brick. His shoulders were broad, his chest was the same, as were his hips. He had a hang dog look and appeared lugubrious, and effect enhanced by his handlebar mustache. Ruby cooked him breakfast and he got dinner if he was home. He was always helpful and polite to Joe, but when he glanced at me, he looked smitten.
Joe was amused. "You need to put that boy out of his misery," Joe said. "Give him a blow job or something."
"You think he wants that?" I asked.
"That or something like it," Joe said.
"He's never made a move."
"I think he's shy," Joe explained. "I don't think he's sexually experienced. You're going to have to make the first move."
"You think I'm experienced?" I asked, laughing.
"Everything's comparative," Joe said. "I know he's not a looker, but he's a good man."
"I was waiting for him to make the first move."
"That may be a long wait," Joe replied. "He thinks he's ugly and will be rejected. He isn't the beach bunny or muscle stud you see in porn movies. I don't think he's at all self confident." I thought about what Joe said."
Waldo's garage room had a half-bath, but lacked a shower. I told him he could use mind. That night I was in bed when Waldo knocked at my door and asked if he could shower. I said sure. I was watching the television. He was in the shower when I realized there were no towels. Ruby had washed them and told me to get the clean ones out of the dryer. I got them from the laundry room and returned to my bedroom.
When Waldo tuned off the shower there was silence from the room. I opened the door. "I bet you're looking for some towels?" I called in.
Waldo was standing naked in the shower with a sheepish look on his face. "You'd guess right," he called back. I took the towels into the bath. Waldo was a big man, but he looked even bigger naked.
"Don't blame Ruby. I was supposed to get the towels. Here you are," I said as I handed him the towels. Waldo started to dry off. I returned to my room and turned on the televison. A minute later Waldo came out of the bath. He was wrapped in the towel.
"I don't have a robe," he said. His clothes were in a bundle under his arm.
"I'll let you in on a secret. Normally Joe and I go naked after we go for a swim," I said. "It's easier then getting clothes on over the brace. I hope you don't mind."
"Buck naked?"
"Well, it's only men here," I said. "We all have the same equipment."
"I'd be embarrassed to be naked in front of you guys," Waldo murmured.
"If anyone should be embarrassed, it should be me," I said. "You and Joe have a lot more equipment than I have. You're hung!"
Waldo looked at me. "You think so?" he asked. "Daddy said I was hung like a goat."
"I think that's a compliment," I said.
"You think so?"
"Horse hung, bull balls, they're all compliments," I said.
"Momma said I was like Daddy, too big to be good for anything," Waldo said. "She said it was too painful."
"Well Joe's as big if not a little bigger than you, and I'll bet he gets some use out of it," I said. Waldo was standing next to the bed.
"The girls like him?" Waldo asked.
"I don't know about the girls," I said. "I know men do. Joe says a cock is for fun, and you might as well enjoy it with your friends."
"You think he's bigger than me?" Waldo asked in a whisper.
"I don't know. I've never seen you hard," I said as I took the towel off and took a long look at his cock.
"Is it okay?" Waldo asked.
"It's more than okay," I said as I began to suck his cock. His cut cock head was a perfect mushroom, the size of an old-fashioned silver dollar. Waldo had already tented his towel before I took it off. He was hard as a rock a few licks later.
"You don't need to do that," Waldo moaned.
"You don't like it?" I asked.
"No, it's wonderful. You don't need to do it. . . ?"Waldo whispered. He had a very wide cum slit and I got my tongue into it. As it pushed my tongue in, pre cum rose to meet it. He was excited.
"Do you mind if I get naked and we do this right?" I asked.
"Shit no!" Waldo responded. I stood up a quickly stripped off my shirt and pants.
Waldo looked at me naked. "You're beautiful," he muttered.
"Do you think you could suck me?"
"I bet I can," Waldo said.
"Get on the bed and we can 69," I suggested. That was fine with him. From the 69 position, his cock was easier to suck. His erect cock, curved the same way as my throat. He was oozing bucketfuls of pre cum now.
His cock was almost as long as Joe's, but his head was bigger and his shaft was thinner, thinner, but not thin. It was almost like sucking a big lollipop. He was slow getting to suck my cock.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes," Waldo said uncertainly. "Do I have to suck your cock?"
"Not it all. Do what you want to do," I said. "As long as you don't mind if I continue sucking your cock?"
He giggled. "That's fine. It feels great." I returned to my cock sucking duties. By now his precum was a constant flow. His ball juice was sweet and plentiful. He might have been shy, but his cock knew a good thing. A few minutes later his tongue made contact with me cock. It was a tentative probe at first, but then he took my entire cock head into his mouth.
Waldo choked when he tried to deep throat me the first time, but had no problem the second time.
The phone rang. It was Joe. He had slipped going to the bathroom. We raced into his bedroom. Fortunately he had slipped and not fallen. He was in the turtle on his back situation. He wasn't hurt, but he couldn't get up either. With Waldo there, we got him back into bed easily, but it would have been difficult if I had been alone. I was glad Waldo was with us.
Waldo got to see Joe naked for the first time. I think he liked that. Since we were both naked, Joe knew what we had been up to. Waldo was still half hard and was still drooling some. Joe winked at me and told me he was fine. We could go to our rooms.
In the hall outside the bedroom Waldo talked. "Damn, you were 100% right about his cock. It's a beauty. It might win first prize at the county fair."
"You're close," I remarked. "It's even better when it hard." By now we were back in my room. "Are you ready to resume our play?"
"Are you sure you want to do it with a guy who looks like me?" he asked. I guess when the gods passed out poor self images, Waldo got a double dose.
"I admit you aren't handsome, but you sure are a lot of man," I said.
Waldo smiled. "You like your men by the pound?"
"By the pound, but I like men by the inch too," I said as I went after his cock for the second time. It was much better this time. Waldo had relaxed and got into the swing. After ten minutes he was a good cock sucker.
"I'm going to shoot!" he cried. I kept on sucking. Waldo unloaded and I was the first to taste his man seed.