Old Men Making Friends By Bald Hairy Man
This is a fantasy and no effort to show safe or realistic sex I made. If you are underage or dislike gay DO NOT READ IT. It is not for you!!
I am Freddy and am in my mid-fifties. Most people would think that was middle aged. It the gay world that is ancient. A few might look to older men as an income source. You could use him to be "kept," or a boy toy. My only gay pal was Dizzy. He was forty-nine, He was a barber with two specialties. He could do up to the minute high style haircuts for a wedding or a prom, or provide a hair style suitable for appearing before a judge.
We were gay, but Dizzy is the best barber in town, and I am good mechanic working on trucks and farm equipment. We have no problems. We were the only men in town who could fix your truck or help you avoid jail time. We were popular.
We loved gay sex. It is mostly between us, but we have company once and a while. Skeeter, a carpenter, called once and a while, as did Willard, a cop.
Dizzy is short, thin, and delicate looking. I look like the missing link. The first time I fucked him I was afraid I would split him in half. It was a perfect fit. He had no idea my cock was perfect for his ass. I didn't know his ass was the perfect accessory for a sex crazed truck mechanic. Over the years Dizzy and I did some experimenting and discovered many pleasurable spots.
We discovered that an erect cock was the ideal exploratory tool. Sucking a cock or shoving it up an ass can only be so bad. Even in an unsuccessful exploration the cock gets to feel. Luckily for Dizzy, a sperm bath deep in his ass can only be so bad. You can't fake an orgasm.
Dizzy and I were a couple, but we knew the cock's ability to avoid temptation was limited. I discovered Dizzy in a compromising situation. Luckily, I discovered that Dizzy's pal's cum was a great lubricant. His friend, Otis, was a big clunky man. I discovered his ass was tight. By injecting sperm, I got deeper into him. He liked Dizzy a lot, but sex was better when my sperm filled his ass. Dizzy was annoyed, but when my cock fully penetrated Otis's ass, he shot off a beautiful lode into Dizzy's mouth. Eventually Dizzy and I found several men with similar interests. Many of these men were shy, gay, and unhappy. Our town was small and boring. There was no gay community, there were only gay men.
We invited a few guys to my home for a talk. Otis came with Monty, a State Trooper. Skeeter came with Carlo. He was the only good chef in town. Billy was the assistant minister in the Baptist Church. We knew them individually but didn't know if they knew each other.
I gay a welcoming speech. "Dizzy and I thought since we are the only gay guys in town we might as well have sex together. I know we all enjoyed one-on-one pleasure. We were hoping that additional playmates will mean more fun, I thought Variety is the spice of life. You know that we are friendly and accommodating. You and I have shared our bodies and explored our private places. I have a feeling that our "private places" are way more pleasurable when they are shared with friends. We all know that when you open up to friends, pleasure is increased."
When we talked to "I've never done anything like that," Monty said. "I would sort of like to try it." He moved nearer to Skeeter. The group was unsure but was willing to be convinced.
"Let me be direct. I like gay sex a lot, so does Dizzy," I said. "Sometimes it is nice to have a little variety. I like to find out how another guy reacts. Dizzy has a great ass and wonderful cock, but a little variety can be nice. Like a good farmer it is nice to plow and seed a new field once and a while. For some reason true love is not a prerequisite for an orgasm!"
"Let face it. We are all gay. We all love sex with men. The cock is a multi function tool." I said. "It doesn't require true love to work. Friendship is nice, but I admit that once and a while proximity is more than adequate to get the ball rolling." The men laughed. We talked a little bit when I began to take off my shirt, the others were ready. I went over to Billy. As a preacher I figured he would have a problem. He was tall and thin. He was also hard.
"I've never done anything like this," he said. "I'm embarrassed to be hard."
"Did you notice everyone here is hard or nearly hard?" I asked. He looked around and smiled.
"Lou is my pal, but he is big," he whispered. "I've have never taken it up the ass before."
"A little practice before you take him would be good. Whatever happens here, no one will become pregnant," I said. "He has a thick one. His cock will fit better if I lubricate your ass with my sperm." He took a glance at Lou. Lou smiled and gave him the thumbs up sign. He was talking to Monty and they had plans.
I stepped nearer to Billy, dropped to my knees, and sucked his cock. I immediately tasted few drops of precum. That was a good sign. I slipped a finger toward his hole and touched it. He moved his legs to make it more available. That was an even better good sign.
"Do I get to fuck you later?" He whispered. I said yes. Then he asked if he could cum in me. I said I was looking forward to that. All was well.
It was good for both of us. My cock is big, but there are no sharp edges. Billy moaned when my cock rubbed a good place, so the other men knew he liked it. Billy moaned when I shot off in him. He then went over to Monty and took a ride on his cock. Billy was a natural bottom.
Carlo came over to me. "Is Billy ready yet? He seems to be open enough," he said.
"I think so," I said.
"Is your ass ready for company?" he asked Billy. he nodded.
"My cock is ready," Carlo said. "I cum fast. I usually don't warn a guy. It makes a mess."
"I doubt that will be a problem," Billy said. He smiled. Carlo got on the bed. Billy slowly sat on his cock. The men gathered around to watch. They were used to sex in the dark, so it was exiting. They had never watched an asshole open to welcome a cock. They liked the show. The loved it when they saw Carlo's cock twitch as he came in Billy's ass. When Carlo's cock stopped twitching he pulled out.
Someone noticed that sperm drooled from my ass. The men liked that a lot. Dizzy got on the bed and used his tongue to pushed the drooling cum back into my ass. Our little gay sex club was an immediate success.
This little get together was a success for all. Dizzy and I lived together so sex was always available. The other men lived alone, and this provided a new sexual bonanza for them. They not only had more sexual playmates, they learned more sexual techniques. Some were bolder than others, but they soon expanded their repertoire. Quick blow jobs in a dark place was their normal sexual activity. They discovered a man's ass was tighter than a man's mouth and the pleasure of feeling their cock unloading their balls in an ass.
Our little group did not stay small for long.
I lived in a house behind my shop. My Dad fixed cars. Mom died shortly after I was born. Dad figured he could take care of me better if he lived near the place he worked so he built what is now my house. Aunt Sally took care of me most of the time. She was unmarried and couldn't have children so I was good for her. She was a good woman and I had a good childhood. I also was good about school work. I did well. I told her was was going to be auto mechanic. She gave me her "more to be pitied than to be censured" look and I did well.
She died several months after my Dad died. I had always worked with him, so the shop continued operating. Sally had been collecting inheritances from relatives for years. She never mentioned this, since ladies didn't talk about money. She invested well, and I was able to upgrade my shop.
My business did well and grew. I was local so I knew all the good mechanics and hired them as needed. I also paid well.
I bought a summer house on Mill Pond Road. I still lived behind the shop, but spent the weekend at the Pond. That was both relaxing and good for my sex life. I decided to have a little party to celebrate my new house. I called my pals and asked then to bring a pal with then to introduced them the group.
They didn't seemed very enthusiastic about that. My friends were so afraid of discovery, that they were uneasy on the telephone. Monty brought Don, a deputy in the jail and Woody, a state trooper. Billy came with Fred, the Presbyterian choir director and organist. Lou came with the wrestling coach from the next town.
My new house had been Silas DuPrie's summer home. He had lived in Philadelphia. He inherited a fortune and collected interest on it for the rest of his life. His only recreation was filing nuance suits on acquaintances. That did not include my Dad. He actually got along with Silas.
The place was secluded and hard to find. It was perfect for a bring a friend with you party. Of course all knew it was to be a sex party. While most knew each other, and they may have suspected the men's sexual interest, they didn't know. This was a get naked at they door, but after fifteen minutes, everyone was at ease and comfortable.
Many of the men never had a chance to be openly gay. Most of the men were shy, but nudity and erect cocks are effective friend makers. Making friends was hard for the men. Luckily, erect cocks tend to make friends quickly. If the cock doesn't do it immediately a little precum dribbling from an excited slit does the trick. Back in high school the water and steam concealed the erection. Here a semi-hard cock was just a friendly gesture.
In a half hour the party went from the "nice to meet you" stage to the fully erect cum dribbling stage. Most of the men had stamina for two or three orgasms. That didn't include miscellaneous dripping and drooling. Some of the men were neat. I told them that Silas had been an active gay man and years of dripping sperm from Silas and his friends cocks gave the rugs a special glow.
I also told the new men that fucking and sucking were expected. If a guy was uneasy about that, Freddy and I were more than willing to help a man in need. It turned out that pinch-hitting, cum swilling was quite rare. Luckily it turned out that the first squirt of an erect cock tends to be inspirational.
One of the guest, Rob, was a priest at the Episcopal Church in a town 40 miles to the north. Cock size and social status are not linked. That being said, Rob, officially The Reverend W. Robert Dillingham, was well endowed. He came with with Shorty Smith, a diminutive janitor at the town elementary school. Unexpectedly Rob's cock entered and then filled Shorty's ass. I was ready to call the Rescue Squad, but the monster cock fit perfectly. It turned out that Shorty loved the bottom, and Rob loved to fuck. After Dillingham delivered semen in Shorty's ass, somehow I discovered that I loved tongue fucking a cum filled dwarf ass. Looking back the combination of the priest's cum in Shorty's responsive ass turned me on.
I hardly noticed the State Trooper, Willy, fucked me as I explored Shorty's ass. The other men there knew I was versatile. I didn't know that, but I soon enjoyed Willy's cock's exploration. I was a little afraid the other men might look down on me. That was not a problem at all. Being a willing bottom and a tight ass meant that I made friends easily. I might have been a slut, but knowing my ass was responsive was good.
Willy, the trooper had a meaty, thick cock. He previous anal efforts were unsuccessful. His cock fit my ass and it was good for both of us. He had never climaxed in a willing ass before. I shot off as his orgasm was diminishing. Willy was nearing forty and to discover a new way to climax was more than good for him. He also felt my cock shooting, so he knew I liked it.
When he pulled out, I massaged his ass with my finger until Shorty came over and asked if he could lick up the sperm drooling from Willy's ass. Willy liked that a lot. He had never climaxed in another man's ass. He had never had a man harvest a lode form his ass. Shorty and I were not his type, but he discover his type wasn't what he thought it was.
Your judgment can be skewed by a one time adventure in a guy's ass. Willy discovered that his private parts could be shared and the intensity of sexual coupling could be found in unexpected holes.
A month later I was surprised when Rev. Dillingham invited me to a party at his fishing shack. The "shack" was a parishioner's deathbed bequest. Dillingham said the bequest was very late and very much needed Willy, Shorty, and Billy were invited too.
When we got to the house, Dillingham was with three young men, Peter, Paul and Sebastian. I had a strong feeling they were men of the cloth. Dillingham confirmed this. "My friends are every inch closeted, but needy. The combination of fear and sexual ineptness is a problem. They can't help their parishioners because they have no real idea about sex and sexuality." he said. "Their own sexual experiences are poor and inept."
The fishing "shack" was air conditioned and had a swimming pool. The man who gave the shack to Dillingham very much needed salvation.
We were invited to swim. No one had any trunks, but Dillingham said that it was heated and he swam nude. He stripped and it was obvious his cock was semi hard. My friends and I stripped and Dillingham's friends did same.
With erect or semi-erect men, the friends cocks reacted as cocks do when inspired. Shorty was erect but not intimidating. Willy looked like a muscle stud from a gay fuck opera. Men tend to respond to any sexual stimulus. You couldn't have had more stimulus that nude and erect men standing on the edge of the pool.
I wasn't sure what to do, but erect cocks always have a definite allure. I dropped to my knees and tenderly caressed Dillingham's cock with my tongue. His cock head popped through his foreskin. As my tongue caressed the tender organ the sun bounced off a blob of precum. Nature took it's course.
Dillingham's friends barely knew nature existed. Luckily, men's sex organs are made of sensitive skin and nerves made to connect the to the brain. These nerves definitely know their purpose and are single minded. No amount of Seminary training effects that. The party wasn't wild or crazy, but the men were able to admit sex was a part of human life. Touching followed looking and after a little while we all connected. Father Dillingham was felt good about it.
All the men knew that cocks don't bite, and now they knew they were tasting precum, not piss. My pals were experienced and knew how to introduce virgin, gay, men to man sex. Shorty was not intimidating and liked anal sex. He knew how to use his tongue to open a sphincter.
The objective was to introduce them to their sex organs and the them to meet other men with the same interests. I thought this would be difficult. Somehow I forgot that the cock was hard wired to respond to sexual opportunities. Nature took it's course.
I connected with Peter. He was a solid man coated in blond hair. He was shy and quiet. His cock could have been a go-go stripper in a gay dance. His cock betrayed his interest. When I sucked his cock, he rewarded me with precum. I some ways his cock knew more about him than he did. I shifted a little and we were face to cock. I sucked his and he took mine.
Peter was reserved but some how his entire cock was soon in my ass and I loved it. His cock belonged in my ass. It could only have been better if his sperm could have made it better.
"I'm afraid I am going to shoot!" he moaned.
"Fill me up, I want it all," I said.
"It will make a mess," he said.
"Don't worry about that," I said as he released the first of many explosive ejaculations.
Fifteen minutes later every man in the group had added his own sperm to the semen stew in my ass. Father Dillingham was the last man to breed me. When he finished ejaculating he raised and spread my legs and pushed his tongue my well used sphincter and sampled the sperm drooling from my ass. The rest of the men sampled the sperm banquet.
That stew was the manifestation of their new lives. The men left my house as happy men.
A week later Father Dillingham and Father Sebastian came by my house. They said they were just walking by and thought they would drop in. My house isn't near any thing, so I knew they came to see me.
"I greatly enjoyed my time here, but I didn't want to give you the wrong idea about me, and what we did," Dillingham said. "I am afraid it was all sex, without deep affection. I didn't want you to get the wrong impression."
"I had a good time and you has a good time. That is enough for me," I said. "I enjoyed it."
"It was so intense I was afraid you might misunderstand," he added. "Sebastian was uneasy about that."
"I don't want to sound superficial, but I don't mind opening my ass for a cock. I enjoy feeling a man shooting off in me. I know what that feels like and it is good for me and him?" I said.
"I've never done that. It is so personal." Sebastian said.
"When I was younger I thought I thought fucking was a strong guy doing a weaker guy," I said. "When I got older I realized the top and bottom both enjoyed it. I love it when I feel the top loosing it and letting his cock deposit his semen in my ass. I love to use semen as a lubricant and I know the next guy to fucked me loves sperm lubricating my ass."
A half hour later Sebastian was using Dillingham's sperm as lubricant. That was a total success. Fifteen minutes later I christened Sebastian's ass with a huge load. They went home after that, but Dillingham called me and told me that my cum had opened Sebastian's ass. My load was the perfect lube. He had tried to fuck Sebastian before but failed to go deep. For the next half hour or so, they had a complete exchange of sperm.
Sebastian had been afraid he would feel feminine being fucked by a man. Taking a man's load seemed to supercharge his own ejaculation. He actually shot off in me as Dillingham shot off in him. He was a happy man.
I guessed that most of this was fantasy, but it worked for him. I seemed to worked for me too, so all was well.