Polar Lodge 4 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@yahoo.com
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To say the massages were good understated the case. It wasn't a case of let's pretend it's a massage and get on to the happy ending. It was a real massage, very relaxing and pleasurable. Ram took the lead and told me he like Indian tantric techniques. His objective was continuous sexual stimulation, rather that achieving an orgasm.
While Ram took the lead, Titus was involved too. Titus wasn't into the slow and gradual approach to anything, but he was a good sport and he was interested in any activity that could be vaguely related to sex. I was interested in all things sexual too, but while Titus was bold and direct, I was timid and uneasy.
Ram talked as he massaged. He first worked on Titus. He converted Titus to his approach and the big black man fell asleep. Ram then turned his attention to me. He explained that most modern people tended to think of themselves as a collection of parts, some of which were better than others. "Some focus on their musculature, or intellect," he said. "For centuries those with intellects looked down on mere physical aspects of life. That might be due to intellectual and philosophical theories, or to religious inclinations."
"For many Christians the body was prone to evil and the objective was to have a pure mind," he continued. "I think we must consider man as a single organism made up of many elements, intellectual, spiritual and physical. When you focus on one aspect of the organism, you short change the others. Thus you diminish your true humanity by this single minded focus."
"I want you to open yourself to the possibilities. There are no bad or good parts of your body or mind. The physical and spiritual aspects of life are equally important. In your culture sex is a dirty or forbidden part of life, and abstinence is highly regarded. Some regard beauty and pleasure as unworthy and regard rejecting pleasure as admirable. That is a perversion, as is living only for pleasure and self-gratification," Ram said.
"One of the best things about sex is that mutual pleasure is the ideal. We all know that while masturbation is enjoyable, it doesn't approach the sexual heights of intercourse. It seems to me that when a wealthy man shares his riches he is happier than the man who hoards. A man who collects art wants to share the joy, not lock the works away." As he talked he oiled and massaged my body and I felt tension draining from my body.
I relaxed as he talked. "There are many people who hoard and are self-centered. You may have noticed that most hoarders live alone. I never thought of them as happy people. Being buried in a gold coffin doesn't make death less final. Sex is a special situation since you penetrate your partner's body to create the ecstasy," he said. I was almost asleep by then. I think I may had dozed off. I had a beautiful dream. Oddly, when I undulated my hips the dream intensified. It took me a little while to understand that Ram's very erect cock was deep in my ass and was generating this intense pleasure. Technically I was fucked, but that wasn't the way it seemed to me. I woke from my reverie and moaned.
"You are happy?" Ram asked as he slowly pulsed his cock.
"Oh yes," I replied.
"I should have the mind control to do this for hours, but I can't always control myself," he said. "Would it bother you to have my man seed in you?"
"I think I would like that," I replied. His pulses became deeper and faster. I felt a tickling sensation in my rectum. That was shocking and intensely pleasurable. He pulled out.
"Titus wants to massage you," Ram said.
"He's so big!" I said.
"You are very open; you will enjoy it," Ram replied.
He and Titus rolled me over on my back and Titus lifted my legs to his shoulders. His knob was at my hole.
"Don't worry, Steve," Titus said. "I'm really careful and everyone comes back for more." He pushed and his cock head slipped into my ass. It was hard to believe, but I didn't need to worry. His bloated knob seemed to caress my sphincter. He continued to push until I was filled. Ram was right; I was open and receptive.
I think Ram's cock was almost as long as Titus' organ. His head was the same size. However, the black man's shaft was a wide as his head, and it was as if a log was in my ass. My hole was stretched as much as it could be, but when I tried to move my ass, waves in indescribable pleasure swept over me. It had felt that way when Ram's knob rubbed my prostate. With Titus's thick shaft the pressure on the small gland was continuous and almost unbearably pleasurable.
For the first time in my life I couldn't think or understand; I could only feel. I would have been unconscious except for the continuous waves of sexual ecstasy that swept over me. I was his sex toy. I was merely an extension of his massive cock.
Looking back on that experience, I realized that I had never lost myself in sexual pleasure before. Sex was good and each new experience at the Lodge was better than the one before, I had no idea it could be so total, so complete. Titus and I had become one. The feeling only lasted as long as he was in my ass, but it was a spectacular feeling.
Two weeks earlier I wouldn't have believed these feelings were possible. If I had thought they existed, I would have thought they were demeaning and humiliating. Titus's cock had transformed me from being an independent, adult man in to a sex toy for a man I barely knew.
After a while, Titus pulled out. He must have realized I needed to rest. I felt a tremendous sense of relief as my sphincter returned to its normal size. For a minute or two I felt good, but then I began to feel empty. I was in my side and Ram nosed his cock into my recently vacated rectum.
"I think our friend needs a soft landing," he said to Titus.
"Don't get too soft," I said. I was shocked at my directness. It was hard to believe I said that.
"That will not be a problem for me," Ram said. "I suspect it would be even less of a problem for Titus." He paused. "Titus, I recommended taking it easy and slow. How was it?"
"I hate to say it, but it was real good," Titus replied. "I usually like to pound like a wild man, this was beautiful. It was difficult to hold back."
"You should try to keep it slow and let it build up to an orgasm," Ram said. "That can be good too."
"When I shoot I make a huge mess. I don't know if Larry is ready for that. He's not my usual playmate. Most guys I fuck are wrestling fans and intensely excited. They are fans or they are white boys taking a trip to the wild side and they want some black, joy juice tickling their insides," Titus said. "At one time I thought that was exclusively a white girl thing. They could drive their momma or poppa crazy by telling them that her cunt was filled a black guy's baby making cream. I remember when I first got into man sex. I loved it, but I couldn't admit just how much I loved it for a long while. White guys pretended it was some sort of an initiation, or a test of manhood. We were all fooling ourselves. I tip-toed my way into real man sex."
"Larry can tell you when he's had enough," Ram said. "Slip it in slowly and keep it slow." He pulled out.
I was a little tired but I shifted my legs to make it easier to get to my ass. Titus interpreted that as an invitation. Quite frankly I'm not sure I could have admitted to myself that I wanted to be fucked again. His cock seemed much bigger this time, but it also was more exciting. I had thought of it as an experiment before, like one of those odd Zen exercises. This was clearly sexual. As his monster went deep he moaned. I wasn't the only one to be feeling intense sexual pleasure.
When Titus said he had enjoyed it, I felt differently about him. I wouldn't have minded some real pounding. I did rotate my ass and shift my legs again to maneuver his cock into a better position for me. I didn't think he would notice, but he did. He began to concentrate on the good spots. I was tired and the slow and rhythmic movements of his cock had an almost hypnotic effect on me. I dreamed of his warm man cream flooding my ass. When Titus pulled out his semen began to drool from my ass. In my dream Jim was nearby and he used his huge organ to force the sperm back into my hole.
It was very realistic even though I knew it was a dream. When Jim shot off, Ron replaced him. Eventually every man at the lodge took a turn. I was afraid there wasn't enough room in my ass for all the sperm, but it wasn't a problem. It seemed that being gang banged by every man at the lodge was the most natural thing in the world.
Titus moaned again. "Oh baby, oh baby, this is good!" I felt the first volley of his orgasm tickling in my ass. I had a moment of panic as I realized a black man was shooting in me. I didn't realize I had racial fears like that. The second ejaculation was stronger than the first and the third was still stronger. By then I was shooting off and my fears had turned into intense pleasure. His spurts and my spasms merged to form a massive joint orgasm.
When it was over I tried to keep his cock in me. I wanted to milk every last drop. Of course I couldn't hold his cock in my cum-filled ass. When Titus pulled out, Ram returned his rock hard cock to my quivering ass for a third time.
This time there was nothing casual about him. He fucked me hard and strong. A few minutes later his sperm joined Titus's cream.
I should have been disgusted at my complete surrender to my sexual impulses, or more correctly I had surrendered to Titus and Rams sexual needs. I felt good. I hadn't realized that I could let my preconceptions go and just go with the flow. Yes, I had let two men use me for their sexual pleasure, but my balls were completely drained too. I was pleased that I could satisfy them.
I fell asleep and woke refreshed. I don't know if I'm just a bad judge of situations, but I assumed the new day would be a bit uneasy with new men and new guides. During the night Jim had introduced Woody to his prostate and Karl had experienced sex with Rocky and Anthony. Karl had never had a sexual experience with a man that lasted for more than fifteen minutes. During the night both men discovered the world wasn't black and white, but in color and cinemascope.
It's not every day that middle-aged men discover an entirely new approach to sex, and in Woody and my cases, a new sex organ hidden in our asses. We all had been through years of famine and now found ourselves at a banquet. When I came to the lodge, I had no idea what it would be like being fucked. I suspected Woody had even less idea.
It was an unusually warm day for the mountains and after breakfast we gravitated to the pool. Ram and Titus weren't shy at all. After fifty years of waiting Woody and Karl were not interested in taking it slow either. They had to catch up on a lot of loving.
I overheard Karl talking with Rocky. Karl said, "Last night was beautiful."
"It was good," Rocky replied. "You know I have a partner, Gerald. We have an open relationship, but I don't want to give you the wrong idea. Look around. Everyone here is into it big time. Spread your wings, enjoy them."
"What if they say no?" Karl asked.
Rocky smiled. "Well, that might happen, but I never seen it happen yet," he said. "This is a sex camp for over sexed men. If you feel horny, fondle a cock, or bend over and show your hole. Someone will fill it. We're all here for fun." He paused. "I assume you noticed last night, a little fun can turn into a lot more than that if you are lucky."
"Does that happen often?" Karl asked.
"For me it happens often enough," Rocky replied. "Sometimes you find you are sexually compatible, other times you or your playmate just hit the right spot." As they chatted, Anthony and Ram joined them. I knew that was going to turn out well.
I was near Woody and we talked. "I take it that you had a good time?" I asked.
"It was so good, I'm almost embarrassed. I didn't know you could feel those things," he replied. He leaned closer to me. "Actually I'm embarrassed I liked it so much, and can't believe I let him do those things to me. You saw him in me."
"Woody, I saw you and you looked good and happy too," I said. "I had never been naked outdoors before I came here. I sort of knew someone might suck a cock. I didn't know if could do it. I didn't know a guy could shove his cock up my ass and send me to the moon."
"They did that to you too?"
"The sure did and I loved it," I replied. "Last night was the first time I've been fucked. I hadn't guessed it would be that good. I liked having Ram and Titus in me enjoying themselves. It may have been undignified, but I didn't care."
Jim was in a lounge chair talking with Anthony and Karl. Karl got down and began to suck Jim's organ. Ron joined the group. When Karl came up for air, Jim's cock was impressively on display. Anthony straddled it and began to sit back. As the cock eased into his ass, Anthony's cock grew. Ron and Karl continued chatting and Ron helped to stabilize Anthony as he impaled himself. This both shocked and excited me. Anthony was new to the Lodge and I knew he was shy. He wasn't just taking the cock, he was working it.
Titus came over to Woody and me.
"You boys have that needy look," he said. "I was hoping I could be helpful."
"You are too big to help me," Woody said.
"Larry here thought I was too big too, but it wasn't a problem," Titus said. As we talked, Rocky came over to join in. I should have guessed that he was into wrestling. It was more correct to say he was into wrestlers. He was trying to play it cool, but Titus knew all the danger signs. Rocky was into the macho-biker look.
I thought Titus would play hard to get. He told me he had a lot of experience with white boys who wanted it in the ass. Under the scary exterior Titus was a nice guy and he liked his fans. Titus was over sexed too and was pretty much ready willing and able 24/7.
Rocky was a big, solid man, but he looked small compared to Titus.
"You are bigger in real life that you are in the television," Rocky said. He looked down at Titus' cock. His cock was almost always semi-erect. "All of you is bigger."
"You have nothing to be ashamed about yourself," Titus said.
Woody looked diminutive next to the wrestler. "I'm a shrimp."
Titus looked at him. "You have good balls. I'll bet you shoot one hell of a load," he said.
"It's really messy," Woody said.
"There is no such thing as a messy orgasm," Rocky said. "I like it straight from the spigot so nothing escapes."
"Nothing escapes from the ass either," Titus said. "I usually leave it deep in a place that has never been touched by a cock before. Sometimes it's so deep I start messing with their brains."
"Is that good for you?" I asked.
"My cock feels the same, but it is a turn on to watch a guy lose it and become my cock slave," Titus said.
"I don't know if I would like that," Woody said. "Have you ever lost it?"
"Once or twice," Titus admitted. "I don't mind being naked. But once and while I get into it big time. I was with a couple of wrestling pals. I was plowing Frankie, when his pal nosed his dong into my rear door. I don't like being fucked, but this really hit the spot. Every time I pulled out of Frankie, Buddy pushed in. We were like pistons in an engine. Eventually Buddy and I shot off and damn if I didn't suck on Frankie as Buddy ate his cream from my ass. A little later I fucked Buddy and then ate him out."
"Were you embarrassed you did that stuff?" Woody asked.
"Yes, I lost it. I like to remain in control," Titus replied. "But let me tell you, I remember it and sometimes I still can feel Buddy's tongue in my ass, licking up his spooge."
As he talked we all got hard and motioned for me to get on my hands and knees. "Spread your legs wide," he said. "I want to go deep and I want you open!" My ass was cream filled from the night before and he was oozing pre cum.
Everyone was watching. I would have thought that would embarrass me, but it seemed to turn the guys on and they were impressed I could take the huge organ, especially Woody and Anthony. Titus was waxing poetical about how good a well-used ass felt and how much he liked sloppy seconds. I felt his cock twitch a few times and I knew he was enjoying it. "Damn, I'm fucking close," Anthony said. "That looks hot!"
Titus pulled out. "If you're close shoot it in Larry!" he said.
"Would he mind?" Anthony asked. A second later he was in me.
Anthony was well equipped, but it seemed small compared to Titus' monster, my ass closed on Anthony's cock. Unconsciously, I clamped my sphincter tight and rotated my ass. I would have thought that Anthony's organ would have felt like the second place prize, but I felt incredibly close to him and wanted to please him. He was very excited but it took five or six wonderful minutes before he shot off. I could feel every spurt.
When he pulled out, Rod took a turn. I looked at the audience. There was no one watching me. They were occupied with their own games.