Play Pen Four
By Bald Hairy Man e mail bldhrymn@aol.com or at Bldhrymn@excite.com
This is a fantasy, for men, not kids, not for anyone who got to this site by accident, not expecting to find gay stories. No effort at realistic or safe sexual practices has been made. If you have any comments, please send the to me at bldhrymn@aol.com
Everyone was wiped out and I didn't want a bunch of slightly drunk Prison guards out on the highway so I asked the men to stay over. They were all willing and I told them there were four beds and two couches in the house and to make do as well as they could. We all showered and went to bed.
I ended up sleeping with Carter and Juan. I woke around five. Carter was awake.
"Feeling alright?" I asked.
"Sure, my ass stings some." Carter answered. I reached over and toyed with his cock. Fully relaxed, the cock head was deeply inside the foreskin. I am cut, but seem to have been getting more and more interested in the skin. "I felt some things last night I never felt before." He added.
"Want to try it again?" I asked.
"Sure do. But not today. I need to rest my hole. Never bottomed before. I usually top."
"It can be uncomfortable until you find a cock that hits the right spot." I said, feeling a touch of sympathy for the big man. "Did any one hit the magic button?"
"Shit. They all did. Paul was great, and they got better as they got bigger." He confessed. "When Butch sat on my cock while the Doc fucked me, I thought I was dead and in heaven."
I had worked my finger into the foreskin and encountered the wet slippery areas surrounding his oozing cock head. He wasn't erect yet, so it must have been left over from the night before. "You may turn out to be a bottom slut!" I said. I slid down in the bed and began to work my tongue through the puckered tip of the foreskin. Carter sighed.
"You must be mind reader." He said. Juan was awake now and had been listening to our conversation. He began to play with Carter's tits. I reached over and played with Juan's cock as I lapped up the ooze in Carter's skin. I was beginning to get excited. As Carter and Juan's members began to rise, I began to feel the tingling sensations of sexual arousal. I didn't know where this scene was going, but we were all interested in the trip.
My tongue reached the head and I licked the underside of the gland. The thin membrane connecting the head to the skin was sensitive. His cock twitched every time I touched it. Carter was moaning as his cock expanded and trapped my tongue inside the skin with his bloated head.
Juan moved and lifted my ass, and buried his tongue in my hole. Carter oozed a huge glob of pre cum, and the taste further excited me. The skin was stretching tight as it tried to contain his cock head and my tongue. Carter had a convulsion and the head popped free of the skin and I deep throated his entire cock. I was so pre-occupied with the cock, I barely noticed that Juan had his head at my back door. He didn't knock. He just barged in. Carter's orgasm flooded my mouth and with three thrusts, Juan filled my ass.
"See what I mean!" Butch said, standing at the door to the bed room. "Slam bam, thank you ma'am." Carter and Juan were too involved in their orgasms to notice. I began to feel some sympathy for Butch's training program. I hadn't shot off yet, and would have liked a longer play period.
Butch was on duty this Saturday, as were Juan and Chuck, so Juan quicky dressed and left. I made breakfast for Carter and Catfish. Paul had spent the night too. Beau drove up and joined us. The conversation turned to my farm. "What do you do with the slave quarters?" Catfish asked.
"Nothing now. They are stabilized, but I don't have the money to restore them. They are too small for a family to rent." I said. "I guess you've figured that my life style limits the tenants I would like to have living here?"
"Can we go inside?" Carter asked. We cleared the breakfast dishes and went out too the quarters. They were diminutive wood frame buildings with steep, metal covered roofs. They only had two rooms with a fireplace in between.
"As far as we can tell each room held an entire family." I said. Each room was about fourteen by fourteen feet and had a ceiling height of about seven feet. The two giants, Beau and Carter looked at the spaces as if they were the guest suite at the Hanoi Hilton. Paul and Catfish were small men and seemed intrigued.
"This would make a nice little apartment." Catfish said. I could almost see his mind working. "It would be easy to fix up the place."
"I've restored the rest of the place I don't think I can afford to get these buildings habitable until the state gets a lot more generous with its employees." I said.
"Oh hell!" Paul said. "I need to get home, I got things to do and places to go." This announcement inspired a general departure of everyone except for Beau. Beau clearly had something he wanted to say, apart from the other men.
After they left, he started talking. "We found another set of cameras, and a computer hook up."
"Computer hook up?"
""Quick cam to a modem connected to some one in Richmond." He said.
"Was it still working?" I asked.
"It could work. That is it was operable, but it had not been connected since you've been here." Beau said. "I checked the phone logs." I took charge of the prison eighteen months earlier.
"Do you know to whom it connects?"
"Ready for a big time political problem?" He asked. "The Lieutenant Governor's office. Private line."
"Curiouser and Curiouser!" I had some trouble getting this information to sink in. "Do you know when it was installed?"
"I sure do. Two years ago when our current governor held that office." Beau said." Just before he got elected on the Christian, anti-gay platform. Do you remember the screw up that occurred when you were assigned here?" My appointment caused considerable confusion in high places in Richmond. I had attributed it to suspicions about my politics and unmarried status.
"The head of the Board of Corrections appointed you because the governor was out of sate and Warden Baldric died of a heart attack. Baldric was a closet queen if there ever was one, and the head of the Board of Corrections wasn't in on the scheme."
"Senator Williamson was the head then." I said. "As close to being a normal Republican as they get. Wasn't going to let the Governor rollover his own power base."
"He out foxed the governor, and they couldn't get the cameras out, or a friendly warden in. What do we do with this information?" Beau asked.
"I don't think I am going to do anything with it. But I may just let Warden Smith in on our secret. He has no tendency to show mercy." Smith's brother was an ambitious state legislator, of comparatively moderate politics. Smith was ambitious himself, and while he was fundamentally unscrupulous as to getting his way, he had a genuine disgust with hypocrites. While he was deep in the closet, he never bashed gays, and was true to his friends. "I think we might invite him over for dinner sometime soon."
I called Charlie Smith that Monday and asked him over. He said Friday would be fine. His wife was off to visit her mother in Roanoke for the week end and he could use a good meal. I recalled that Charley was the least domestic man I had ever known, truly unable to boil water.
"And how have those men I sent you worked out?" He asked.
"Better than I could have guessed." I said. "As you may well imagine, Butch is working them into our way of doing things. He thinks they need to be more flexible."
"I have another two guys to trade. One is my staff psychologist, and the other an electrician. I think they would fit your operation well." Charlie said. "Will Butch be at our dinner? I'd like to talk to him again."
"Butch will be there, and another guy. Will that be a problem?" I asked.
"Hey, Warden Willie. Your friends are my friends." Charlie said. He said he would be here by seven on Friday. The rest of the week was uneventful. Exercise class was a success. Catfish and Chuck spoke to me about the slave quarters on the farm.
They wanted to fix the buildings up in exchange for rent. They would provide the labor, if I provided the materials. I was skeptical, but they offered to put in a day or two of work to demonstrate their construction skills, so I agreed to give them a try.
This was a sensible scheme, until Thursday night when the motel the two men were staying in burned. Their rooms survived, but the place was closed so they moved into the slave quarters on Friday afternoon. There was a shower and toilet in the pool hose so they didn't need to bother me in the main house, but I was uneasy about backing into a situation with two tenants.
I arrived home at five thirty and found the two of them ensconced in one of the two houses. Their trucks were loaded with their possessions and tools, and I realized that they must have worked construction at some time in their life. I told them that I had a guest that night and that they were to keep out of the way. They might not even notice that I had a house guest. They understood.
Charlie arrived on time as did Butch and Beau. We filled him in on our discoveries of the taping system. He didn't say a word. But I could tell his mind had gone into overdrive. He would find a way to use it. We had dinner and sat down outside sipping a drink as the sun set. Beau and Charlie got along well, and the sexual chemistry was good. I told them about my temporary tenants.
"Good move on your part." Charlie said. "The staff loves it when you help out in an emergency. They feel they and depend on you." As if on cue, we heard splashing in the pool and wandered over to see what was up. Catfish and Chuck were swimming laps. When Catfish saw us, he swam over .
" Sorry to bother you, we were just trying to cool off." He said. Chuck swam over , and even in the dim light you could tell he was naked.
"Warden Smith," I said. These are two of our new recruits, Catfish Noland and Chuck Smith."
"It's nice to meet another Charles Smith!" Charlie said as he extended his had to them.
"Actually, Chuck isn't my nick name. It's my name." Chuck said standing up in the water exposing half of his cock.
"Cooling off sounds pretty good to me. It's a hot night." Warden Smith said. "Let's take a dip."
We stripped and got in the water. I admit that everyone in the group had a good idea of the lay of the land. The water was cool and refreshing. It was also clear that Charlie and Chuck were interested in each other. They discussed potential relationships, and discovered that their families were both originally f rom Amelia County. "We must be cousins." Charlie said.
"Kissing cousins?" Chuck asked.
I'd rather be a fucking or sucking cousin." Charlie said and he got out of the pool and sat on the edge. Chuck wasn't the brightest guy in the world, but he knew an invitation when he saw it and he started to suck the warden's cock. I sat on the edge next to Charlie and Catfish began to lick my head. Butch went over to Charlie and sat next to him on the other side. Beau came up behind Catfish, lifted him up and lowered he onto his cock.
Beau was 6'-4 and Catfish was 5'3", and I knew that Catfish's feet weren't touching the floor of the pool. He was solely supported by Beau's cock. Catfish seemed to like it, "Got you hooked!" Beau said.
"I wouldn't mind hooking me something tonight." Catfish said. Beau lifted Catfish up, and showed Charlie the small man's huge, and very erect cock.
"Chuck and Charlie, you were both virgins a week ago. Tonight should be a good time to open up again and enjoy it more." Butch said. "The more you do it the better you will like it. I'm sure Catfish would mind giving you a lesson or two."
"Shit, I still have my training wheels on!" Charlie said. "That donkey dong looks like it's suited for someone looking for a graduate degree." He paused. "I guess that means you Willy boy?"
Butch must have told Charlie much more about my sexual interests that I had thought. But Catfish did look mighty appealing. He had wrapped his legs around Beau for augment the stiff cock lodged in his ass. Beau has his arm around his chest and Catfish looked like a figurehead on a ship. That is if figure heads sported ten to twelve inch erections. Butch had brought some lubricant to the pool so I coated Catfish's dong and worked some into my ass. I laid back on the pool edge and opened up.
It was Catfish's cock, but Beau was doing the fucking. He directed the cock into my hole. Catfish was game, but could only move his cock an inch or so by tensing up and relaxing. It took three tries to find my asshole.
"Beau, I'm at the door!" Catfish said. "Let's ease our way in."
"Still hard?" Beaus asked.
"I sure am!" Catfish said. "So is the warden. Slip forward so my whole head is in the door." Beau had fucked me many time and knew what I liked. He shoved forward an inch or so and forced the cock head through the sphincter. Catfish's head was massive.
"Go deep!" I cried. I felt the shock of entry. My ass filled, and I moaned; so did Catfish. Beau rammed his ass as Catfish rammed mine. I couldn't talk, it felt like there wasn't room in my ass for my prostate. Beau pulled back. I could breath, then rammed forward. Every time the pressure was unbearably pleasurable. He did this ten or twelve times and I shot, spraying a huge load on my chest. "He's shot, Beau!" Catfish said.
Beau pulled back, and Catfish's cock was free, hard and began to spew. "Damn! It looks like a fucking fountain!" Charlie said. In the moonlight arc after arc of cum shot through the air and splattered on my chest and on the paving around the pool. The cum sat on top of my hairy torso and looked like pearls in the light. As Catfish finished, Beau lifted him off of his cock and sprayed me with a third load of cum.
Damn that's feels good!" Beau cried. We were all winded. "Catfish, you whole insides were contracting and spasming. It was like a milking machine!"
"Damn it if I don't like my visits here, Willy!" Charlie said. He was on his back at the edge of the pool , had his legs spread and Chuck was rimming him. "Something needs scratching six inches in my ass!"
Chuck stood up. His cock stood straight out. "I got seven, go you mind if I over shoot?"
"No problem, cousin." Charlie said. Butch coated both men's cocks with lubricant, and worked a few fingers into the warden's ass.
Chuck positioned his head at Charlie's ass and thrust deep. He pulled out immediately and was ready for a second thrust.
"Slow down, man!" Butch said, "This ain't a race!" Butch restrained Chuck. "If the warden doesn't mind, we're going to have a lesson in slow screwing." Butch did not wait for the warden's consent.
"Now Chuck, just work that head of your into the hole, slow like." Butch gave detailed instructions. " You've got a nice knob there. That's where most of the feeling in you cock is so we want to get it nice and shinny. Just pop it inside a few times."
"Charlie, you just tell me when Chuck hits something nice and I'll get him to stop and do it again. Ley's go another few inches in, nice and slow." The instructions were detailed and clearly what Charlie and Church wanted. Charlie was squirming as Chuck went deeper. "Now you're inside all the way. Now Chuck's going to pull out, and Charlie can then the grab the slippery cock of yours and hold it"
"Jeeze! That's great!" Chuck cried. "Fucking great!"
"Now let's repeat the lesson, until you get it right." Butch instructed. The two men were undulating together ans Chuck got into the scene. I was flat out on my back recovering from Catfish's donkey dong, when Butch came over, spread me wide and fucked me. I admit he had been in my ass many times over the last eighteen months, and the cock was as exciting as it was the first time.
He looked like Sean Connery, or a Colt model, but was surprisingly interested in his partners. He told me once that he liked to find all of a guys hot spots. He would turn them all on and what the guy dissolve in sexual ecstasy. He knew my spots and discovered that they coincided with his interests. We were perfect lovers.
`I'm shooting!" Chuck cried. Charlie popped the same time and Butch followed. The games for the night were over.