Long Summer 4
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
Waldo turned out to be a nice guy and appreciative. I was a worldly sophisticate to him. He also thought I was handsome and smart. This was a new experience for me. I had always thought of myself as average and I was flattered by Waldo's attention.
Waldo knew less about sex than I did and that was nice too. Joe and his friends were experienced, but it was fun to try things out without worrying. I was afraid what I was doing was wrong. Waldo hadn't done anything other than sucking off a trucker at a rest stop once. He was curious and once we broke the ice, he wasn't afraid to try things out.
I was curious too, but wouldn't admit it. When we had sex, Waldo would ask if it was okay, and then would ask what might make it better. After I got Joe settled for the night, Waldo would drop in for a shower and we explored cock sucking. We discovered there's a lot to like about cock sucking. This went on for a week or so, then Waldo had to go back to school of several days to take an exam.
When he returned, we sucked for a while then he asked me in a whisper if I knew about fucking. I told him what I knew. He was really excited by that and wanted to try it.
"You want to get fucked?" I asked. From the look on Waldo's face I could tell he hadn't thought of that. He wanted to fuck, not to bottom. Waldo's face looked confused, then crestfallen. "You want to fuck me?"
"No, it's a silly idea, I'm sorry I brought it up," Waldo said. He looked frightened, as if I was going to get mad at him for suggesting it.
"If you want to, we can try it," I said. "You need to take your time. Can you do that?"
Waldo nodded. "You're not mad at me?"
"Of course not, it's just that you're big. You need to take your time," I said. I had told him what I knew but had given no details of my experience with Joe and his friends. Joe was experienced and I suspected getting fucked by a guy on first try might be very different.
"I've never fucked a guy," Waldo said. "Shit, I've never fucked anyone." He was silent for a few seconds. "I'd like to try it."
I was uneasy about it, since Waldo was new to anal. He was a big boy and it might be rough. Fortunately Waldo was more worried about hurting me than I was. It turned out Waldo was also a natural top. He instinctively knew what to do. Later he mentioned that while he was big, he could fit into small places. Waldo was talking about his entire body, but his description fit his cock too.
I wanted to try sitting on it, but Waldo wanted to try it doggy style. I got on my hands and knees and he got behind me. He liked lubricant and he squirted some in my ass, then used his finger to work it in deeper. His finger was thick and it felt good. He rammed my prostate. I think this was by accident, but Waldo knew a good thing when he found it.
I was really enjoying that when he positioned his cock in my hole. He nudged it in carefully, making small pumping movements. His mushroom head was shaped like a nose cone and my ass relaxed. He pushed a little harder and it popped in.
Waldo put one arm on my shoulder and one on the small of my back. He pulled up on my shoulder and down with the other hand arching my back. The next thing I knew, his goat balls were flopping on my balls and I was fucked. My arched back must have been the perfect match for his rock hard, curved cock. It was wonderful.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"It's fine," I said. He made two or three deep thrusts.
"Shit, I'm shooting!" he cried. I could feel his cock twitching in my ass. He must have had ten or twelve massive ejaculations. He continued to twitch for a while, then he pulled out.
"I guess you liked it?" I asked.
"Damn," he replied. "I had no idea it would be that good. Sorry I shot so fast. I couldn't help it."
"That's all right," I said. We talked for a while then Waldo went to bed.
About a half hour later, Waldo knocked at my door. "Glen, do you think we might do it again? You don't have to if you don't want to. It's hard for me to believe how good it was," he said.
"Well, come in and let's see if we can do it again," I said. To make a long story short, we did it again and it was better than the first time. This time Waldo held off for five or six minutes before he popped. He fell asleep in my bed.
He woke up at four in the morning, cuddled up to me from the rear. He eased his cock into my ass a third time. His cock was like the bow of a violin, and my prostate was the instrument. This time we made beautiful music for an hour or so. I didn't know a guy could stay hard for so long, but Waldo did it. I had enjoyed getting fucked before, but this was different. It was a gentle massage of my most private parts by his organ.
When Joe screwed me, I was acutely conscious of the huge organ occupying my ass. With Waldo it was what he did with his cock, more than its size. At six Waldo went to his bedroom and I slept until Joe got up. It was a full day with business meetings in the morning and therapy in the afternoon. Waldo had a class that night, so Joe and I were alone.
After dinner we went to the pool. In the water Joe could maneuver much more easily, but with less stress. "I heard you and Waldo going at it last night," he said. "Was it as good as it sounded?"
"I'm sorry. Did we wake you up? I didn't know you could hear from my bedroom."
"I can't. Somehow you must have switched the intercom on," Joe said. I must have blushed. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, I liked listening. It was a real turn on. Did you enjoy it as much as Waldo did?"
"I guess I got really into it," I said. "It was different."
"Waldo's a lover, not a fucker," Joe said.
"It's all fucking, isn't it?" I asked.
Joe laughed. "That's the only word we have, but it covers a wide range of sexual activities. By nature I'm a fucker. I like to get the cock in an ass and go at it like a pile driver. Now when you sat on my cock, was I fucking you, or were you fucking me? It was anal sex, but I was the passive partner. You were impaling yourself."
"Fucking is one thing if you are in control and another if you're on the receiving end," he said. "I would guess Waldo was giving you something more akin to an anal massage?"
"That would describe it," I said. "It wasn't like you."
"Did I hurt you?" Joe asked, looking concerned.
"No, you were more intense," I explained, "there was a flood of sensations, I couldn't get my bearings. It hurt some when you first got in. Once you got going, it was so good it didn't make any difference."
"I love to fuck, but I'm not into pain," Joe said. "I've fucked some guys who wanted it just to say they could take someone as big as me. I don't mind satisfying a man's curiosity, but if it hurts them, it's a real turn off."
"If they want a big cock, why not try a dildo?"
"Cocks are aren't the same, boy!" Joe proclaimed. "Dildos are poor substitute for the real thing. If they were the same, they'd be on sale in every drug store in the nation. The cock is a sensory organ. It's hard but warm and there are no hard edges. It self lubricates when the going is good."
"I guess it was made for fucking." I remarked.
"Mine was, and so was Waldo's," Joe said. "I was uneasy when I fucked you. You were tense and frightened. Of course I knew you were horny. Mike and Willy had taken care of the introductory classes. I knew you liked it and if you could take me, you would love it."
"I was afraid you'd think it was a slut or something," I said.
"I was hoping you were a slut!" Joe said, laughing. "You're not a slut. You're receptive. It's good to know your prospective sex partner is willing. Years ago I went to the bars a few times. Spending six hours of drinking and conversation and then discovering a guy is saving himself for Mr. Right is a pain."
"You were looking for just sex?" I asked.
"There's no such thing as just sex," Joe replied, "If it's just sex, you're doing it wrong. I don't think there's anything wrong with two guys getting together and fucking themselves to heaven and back. It's a lot better than drinking themselves to sleep."
It was a little chilly outside, so we went in the house and I got Joe showered and ready for bed. I sucked him in the shower and he gave me a good load. Returning to my room, I made sure the intercom was turned off.
Waldo returned at 10:00 and came in for a shower. We talked as he dried off.
"You know, I could really get into this fucking business big time," he said.
"Not noticed some enthusiasm on your part." I remarked.
"It seems to me you showed some enthusiasm too," Waldo continued. "Let me ask you a question. If you like to fuck, do you have to a cock in the ass too? I'm not sure I could do that."
"I'm not sure, but I don't think there are any hard and fast rules," I said. "I kind of assume the more you do, the easier it is to make friends."
"My hole's really tight," he said. I was on the bed and rolled over so he could see my ass. That was inspiration enough for Waldo. Two weeks earlier, I don't think I could have visualized being in bed with a guy slowly pumping his eight-inch cock into my ass. Now, that seemed to be the most natural thing in the world.
Waldo came quickly, but he left his cock in my ass. I waited until he got hard again and he resumed his massage. It was relaxing. Waldo left early the next morning for his job. It was Friday and Ruby was off for the weekend. I had a lot of cooking to do. Joe was busy with work and the day flew by.
When ruby left, Joe told me Willy and Mike were coming over after dinner. "Mike had a friend he's like us to meet," Joe explained.
Waldo got back from work, and joined us in the kitchen. Joe told him about our company. "You're free to join us, if you're in the mood." The phone rang and it was an important call for Joe, he went to the den to answer it.
I clued Waldo in on the Willy and Mike. "I don't know if I could get naked with some guys I don't know," he said. "I'm no beef cake model."
"I wouldn't worry about that," I explained. "You'll have no problem getting along."
"There's another problem. Joe's my patient. I don't know if it's right to mix work and pleasure?" Waldo mused.
Joe returned to the room. He had overheard the last part of our conversation. "If you want to join us, please do," Joe said. "Willy works for me 40 hours a week and we're sex buddies for an hour or two every few weeks. I've never demanded anything extra form him, and he's never tried to get special treatment from me. What happens in Los Vegas stays in Los Vegas."
Waldo said he'd join us. He went off to get some work done in the garden before it got dark. He was a hard worker and took his deal to do gardening in exchange for a room seriously. Willy and his friends came at 8:30. The sun had all but set. Willy was in his trademark Hawaiian shirt. Mike introduced a guy who was with him as Russ. Russ was maybe forty, a bit beefy and looked like me might have been an auto mechanic like Mike. He had a close-cropped, ginger colored beard.
Willy introduced his friend, Gussy. Gussy was an older Englishman, bald and pink. He had a white beard and a flamboyant, curled handlebar mustache. He looked like the old Victorian Major you see in old movies. It turned out he was an actor who was in town teaching a class in Shakespeare at a local university.
We went to the pool and talked. Russ turned out to be a welder. He and Mike were interested in Joe's metal brace and they got into a detailed conversation on that subject. I was with Willy and Gussy. Gussy was a good conversationalist. Waldo joined the group. He had just showered after his gardening chores. I think he was relived to see Mike and Russ there. He could tell they were like souls.
It had been a hot day and Joe wanted to get in the pool. I helped him out of his clothes. And then I stripped and got in the warm water. Waldo eased Joe. He was so big. He had no problem with Joe's hefty body. The rest of the men stripped and joined us. I was so busy with Joe, I didn't get a chance to check out the equipment, except for Gussy. He had big balls, but not much cock. He was uncut and I could only see the puckered foreskin. The rest of the cock must have been buried in his bush.
Clothed, Gussy looked fat, naked. He was a muscleman. He had wide shoulders, a barrel chest and his paunch turned out to be a sculpted six packs. He was hairy, but since his hair was white it was hard to see.
Gussy was checking out the equipment too. He did a double take when he saw Joe's meat and had a long look at Waldo. The water was warm and it was a good temperature for Joe.
Mike, Russ, Waldo and I did lapps and had a few informal races. I was surprised at how well Russ moved in the water.
I mentioned this to Russ and he laughed. "I've got a swimmer's body as long as you remember Sea Lions are good swimmers. The water's not just for otters."
"You seem to power yourself through the water," I observed. Russ had a massive upper body and shoulders.
"Do you work out?" Gussy asked. He liked what he saw.
"I'm a welder and sometimes blacksmith," Russ said. "I spend a lot of time lifting heavy metal. You're into weight training?"
"I'm not into it, but I do it," Gussy replied. "I was in a play several years ago that required me to bulk up. I just happened to meet a young stud there. What started as chore turned into a pleasure. For a while, at least."
"You wore the young stud out?" Russ asked.
"He was after someone with a lot more ready cash to offer," Gussy said. "I knew it wasn't my physical beauty, but I hadn't guessed he wanted a sugar daddy. There's no fool like an old fool."
"From personal experience, I can attend there's no need to be old to be a fool," Russ said. "My momma says I need to be a lot more picky about who I bring home. I seem to find guys who need help, guys I can save. Momma finally told me a lot of men make their own bad luck."
"I like pretty boys," Gussy said. "I use to be one, and when I got older I spent a good twenty years trying to look young. I finally gave up on it, ditched my wig and grew a beard. Sudenly I had work again."
"And you've given up on pretty boys?" Waldo asked. Gussy nodded. "And waht are you looking for now?"
"I like spending a night with congenial company," Gussy replied. "Although I have to admit, if it's congenial company that likes to fuck like rabbits. That's fine with me too."
"Maybe this is your lucky night," Waldo said.