Post Game Party 3 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, any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com
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Sex with Buster, Skeeter and Scooter was strange. They called it messing around and that may be a legitimate category of sexual activity. It was laid back and almost casual. They weren't shy. As far as I could tell, Uncle Buster was just one of the kids. Skeeter came over to me. "Did Lem tell you about our games?" he asked.
"He just said you guys liked to mess around," I said.
"That's half right. Some of us like to mess around; some of us love to mess around. You are amongst the lovers here," he said.
"Well, I think I am a lover too," I said.
Skeeter smiled. "Lem told us you were a good sport. Did he tell you we like fucking a lot? Do you fuck? Have you felt Lem's insides? "
I nodded. "I've topped, but never bottomed."
Skeeter smiled again. "If you want to kick it up a notch and try something new, just let us know. Buster has a special knack for opening up virgins. He likes to be the first, but he also likes repeat customers."
"Was he the first to fuck you?" I asked.
"Actually, I fucked him first," Skeeter said. "That was really exciting."
"How did all this start?" I asked.
"It started at the old swimming hole. We had gone skinny-dipping for years as kids. We were all naked and I liked what I saw. We'd always skinny dipped, but I got more exciting as we got older. I wasn't into boy tools, but man meat was something different. We use to spend a lot of time wandering in the woods. Daddy wasn't much fun to be around most of the time. I've grown a lot since then, so Dad's not a problem anymore, Skeeter explained. "We were wondering and found Uncle Buster bear ass naked in the pond."
"That must have been embarrassing."
"Embarrassing isn't the word I'd use," Skeeter replied. "I'd never seen adult man parts before. I liked it."
"We all liked it," Scooter added. "We didn't plan to do anything but look. My cock wanted more than that. Buster was Dad's brother, but he didn't inherit Dad's bad temper. Granddaddy was a nice guy; Grandma was hell on wheels. Buster has Granddaddy's personality."
"Looking turned into feeling and feeling turned into sucking," Skeeter said. "I wanted to try Uncle Buster's cock, but he wasn't so sure. What surprised us was that Buster liked sucking us. Not only did he suck us, he gobbled up our cock cream. I didn't know you could do that. We talked and wanted to know about screwing around and fucking girls; we asked him about that."
"I told them fucking girls was a problem," Buster said. "I know that in theory it's okay, but it's not so good when all the girls you know are first cousins. I told them it was better if they fucked a man. A man's ass is tighter and men don't get pregnant."
"That was sensible," I said.
"I wasn't being sensible," Buster said. "I like it in the ass. I let them plow me and eventually I got to do them. Skeeter and Scooter got their rock off in my ass. I liked it; they liked it. Eventually I fucked Skeeter and Scooter. Damn if they didn't like it too. We're all horny fuckers." He leaned close to me and whispered. "Did you shoot off in Lem's hole?" I nodded.
"We all like to do that. We always go for the gold. There's less mess when you shoot in an ass or swallow it," Skeeter continued. "I know having your ass filled with Mountain Man scuz may not sound like fun, but I bet you will like it."
"I just met you guys!"
"Jake, let me tell you, you aren't going to have our babies!" Skeeter said. I laughed. I thought having Lem's Uncle fuck me was a crazy idea. I was in a group of sex-crazed Mountain men who were after my ass. I should have gone home.
Luckily, I didn't. A half hour later, I was on my hands and knees with Buster massaging my sphincter with his cock head. He gave me a little sniff of something and Buster was in all the way. At first, it was okay, but not great. In some ways, I was relieved to be fucked. I had done it and I now knew I could take a cock in my ass. Buster had a long, thin organ and after a while, it began to feel good. He was very casual until he came close to shooting; he was like a run-away locomotive then. After he shot off he pulled out.
The group wasn't organized. You played with whoever was next to you. I fucked Scooter after that and then Skeeter fucked me. Skeeter wasn't as long as Buster, but he was much thicker. His cock was more difficult to take, but more exciting than Buster's organ. At the end of the night, I screwed Buster doggy style. I think his ass had two nephews' loads in it already. His ass was still tight and firm. His ass was a slow cooker filled with sperm. It was wonderful as my cock slid into the man stew.
Lem mounted me as I savored the sensations of Buster's hole. He slid in easily and I couldn't believe the feeling. I was churning the sperm in Buster's ass as Lem rubbed every good spot in my ass. As I felt his sperm flood my ass, I filled Buster. I was wiped out. It was later and I went back to the dorm.
The next day I asked Lem if his Uncle's description of their skinny-dipping was true.
"Mostly," he said. "They were my favorite cousins and they seemed old and sophisticated to me. Skeeter's two years older than I am. I liked being naked with them and suck. It took a while before I really liked getting fucked. it wasn't bad, but it got getter. I was thinking about that, but I don't think I would do anything different. Those summer days messing around were the best days I had."
At the next out of town game, we had motel rooms. The day before the game we found out there was a mix up in the reservations, and we were short several rooms. There was a member of the College Board, C. J. Jeffers, who offered to put us up. This time I was with Coach Miller, Max Smith, the quarterback and Tumble Jones, a tackle. It was a good game and we won. We were all in a good mood as we drove to Mr. Jeffers' home.
It was a mansion, and looked liked something out of Gone With the Wind, only bigger. Mr. Jeffers had been unexpectedly called out of town, so a friend of his, Dr. Wilson Lambe played host. The butler, Robinson, had set out cold cuts for sandwiches and refreshments. He also showed us our rooms and told us that if we were tired not to worry about socializing. He would bring sandwiches to our rooms. He also mentioned there was an exercise room in the basement. We all went to talk with our host, Dr. Lambe.
Three friends, Wally, Smitty and Gussy had joined Dr. Lambe. They were staunch team fans. Smitty owned a tire recapping business; Wally was a church organist and Gussy was a nurse who worked with Dr. Lamb. Everyone was friendly and conversation was easy.
Usually the post game chat was about the game, but since Max and I were pre-med, the conversation turned medical. Coach Miller and Tumble talked football with Wally and Smitty. It was a pleasant time.
Dr. Lambe said it was late and most of us must be tired. "I know football conversation can go on for hours," he said. He then mentioned there was a sauna in the basement exercise room. It was the only sauna in town. He said he liked to use it when he was here. He asked if any of us who didn't want to go to bed we might like to join him.
There was nothing overt in his invitation, but I had a strong suspicion he had other plans for the sauna. I didn't know who would take him up on the offer. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that everyone was interested in trying the sauna. We trooped into the basement to see the exercise room. It looked like an old playboy pad. It was extravagant and luxurious. The sauna was in the corner with a shower and changing room next to it. "The sauna would feel good after the cold wind during the game," Coach Miller said.
Lambe turned on the sauna and began to strip. Coach Miller joined him, so we all followed suit. "It may be a little cozy in there," Lamb said. "It's a big sauna, but you are big men," Lamb said. He gave us a towel, but it was only for sitting on; it wasn't provided for modesty. We were ass to ass on the benches, but no one seemed to mind.
Lambe and his friends were nice men. I assumed they exercised some, but they weren't gym rats. All seemed to be well endowed. Wally and Smitty were downright impressive. It was also the first time I saw Coach Miller naked. He was a good coach and a great professor, but physically he was unimpressive. Coach Miller tended to fade into the woodwork.
The room was quite dark, and while there was a little conversation, there was much more feeling around. I was between Smitty and Gussy. After five minutes, Gussy was feeling me out as my hand strayed close to Smitty's huge tool. When I found it, it was already hard. I looked around the sauna. Everyone was either hard or nearly hard. There was no need to pretend I wasn't interested.
"I guess we have broken the ice," Dr. Lambe said. "For those of you who have never been here before, let me tell you we are all open-minded and versatile. I am afraid several of us here would like to breed you. If you don't want that, just say no. You don't need to do that forcefully, a whispered, no, will do the trick."
"What if I want to fuck?" Tumble asked.
"Well just come here to see me right now!" Lambe said. Everyone laughed.
It was getting hot in the sauna so we went to the exercise room. The doctor went to a closet and returned with a contraption. The contraption was a sling. I had never seen one before and wasn't sure what it was. The doctor strapped himself into it and it all became clear.
Tumble was first in line. Tumble was massive and had a matching cock. I had seen him naked in the shower room and while his balls and cock head were all big, there didn't seem to be any shaft. When I saw Tumble's organ hard, I realized his shaft was thick. The doctor reacted dramatically and enthusiastically to the penetration. Dr. Lambe was a comparatively small man, but the thick tool wasn't a problem.
I knew the doctor was a prominent man and was surprised he was so overt in his interests. I soon realized that none of the men were shy or at all uneasy about sexual. No one seemed to hide his tastes. It seemed a bit undignified to me, but it saved time.
Smitty asked if he could suck me. I said sure. We connected and we hit it off. He seemed off hand when he asked, but as soon as his mouth touched my cock, he became energetic and playful. Smitty was big, solid and pale. He looked smooth from a distance, but there was a coat of thick curly hair over his body. If you listened to his words, you would have thought he was cold and businesslike. He was actually warm and almost cuddly. His cock was big, both thick and long. He was very uncut, with more foreskin than was needed to cover his organ.
He soon had me excited. He seemed to love my cock. Even when he was fully erect, his skin covered his knob. The head was about the same size as the meaty shaft, but the slit was wide and drooling. I liked licking insde the slit and tasting ahis drool as it emerged from his balls. We took a breather after about ten minutes.
"I'd like to fuck you," he said, "Is that okay?"
"Yes," I replied.
"You noticed I am big?" he asked. I nodded.
"I'll take my time, but if it's too much let me know," he added. "If it doesn't fit I don't want to enlarge your hole. Doc Lambe has good lube and some special poppers. He has the old ampoules, not the modern stuff."
I didn't know what he was talking about. I was nervous about taking him, but I figured he knew his stuff. Actually, I wanted to please him and I wanted him in me. Smitty wasn't a conversationalist, but somehow he exuded friendliness. He reminded me of a Saint Bernard dog. He was in heat, but was friendly.
Gus, the nurse seemed to know we were in need. He came over with lube and a small box of what looked like cloth covered capsules. "Do you want me to help you with him?" Gus asked. Gus had been with Max and there was sperm on his beard. Max was resting and watching Coach and Wally go at it.
"No, I'll take care of everything." Smitty said. Smitty returned to sucking. He started with my cock head and then he licked my shaft. Next, he worked over my balls and finally went after my asshole. He seemed to enjoy my hole. He was trying to get his tongue into it. His tongue wasn't long enough, but I felt good.
Gussy was watching and when Smitty went for my ass, he went for my cock. That was really good. Later, Gussy fed me his cock while Smitty lubricated my ass. Gussy seemed cool and collected but he was oozing sex juices at a good rate. That excited me more. Gussy pulled away when Smitty had my ass ready.
I was on my back on the floor. Smitty took my legs and pushed them back exposing my hole. His cock was nestled in my ass. He was gently pushing, but he had not popped through. It was at that second when I discovered a cock looks biggest just before a guy shoves it in your ass. My ass tightened up. I wanted Smitty's cock, but my ass seemed to be a bit squeamish. He was pushing harder.
"Do you want it?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," I replied.
"He's tight, Gussy," Smitty said. "Help him out a little."
Gussy took out one of the capsules, snapped it and held it to my nose. "Take a deep sniff!" he said. I did as I was told. It was a strong chemical smell, not bad like ammonia, but strong. I suddenly felt a warm glow come over me. I relaxed. A second or two later Smitty's cock was deep in me. It felt wonderful. It wasn't too big anymore. I wanted it all.
I got it all. I wanted more. If his cock had been a few inches longer, I would have taken. Hell, if it had been the Empire State I'd have taken it, spire and all. I wiggled my ass and the organ shifted into an even better place.
"Damn it Smitty, you've got a live one," Gussy said.
I didn't care what anyone said. I was alone in the world with only Smitty's cock to keep me company. That was all I needed. Smitty began to thrust. He started gently and then built up steam. When it was almost too pleasurable he stopped, leaned over me as we kissed. He gently pumped his cock in my ass. I had never had a deep sexual kiss from a man before. I was dizzy.
Smitty didn't say anything but I could feel his heart pumping as he fucked and we kissed. I could tell he was as excited as I was. I felt something tickling in my ass. It was deep and it took me a little while to realize it was Smitty shooting off. I relaxed and wallowed in the warmth. Somehow, I knew he was feeling the same. He pulled out slowly. I stood up. I was still hard and Doc was still in the sling. I walked over to him.
"There is room in the inn," he said. I positioned my cock at his hole and pushed. I wasn't lubricated, but there was a combination of lube and Tumble's semen in his ass. My cock slid in effortlessly. While it was easy entering him, he tightened his sphincter as soon as I was in. He gripped my cock. I thought he would have been tired, but he didn't seem tired to me.
Doc was playful. He toyed with my cock. We had fun, he couldn't resist my thrusts, but it felt good when he tried. All good sex is self-limiting. Suddenly I was shooting off in Doc's ass. I pulled out. The party was winding down and we all went to bed.
I shared a bedroom with coach. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. When I woke, Coach was awake. He was standing looking out the window. He was naked. I had first seen him naked the night before, but there was so much activity, there was no time to look at him closely. He was thin and wiry. He turned and saw I was awake.
"I hope that night wasn't too much for you," he said. "Barry thought you might like it."
"It was unexpected, but it was fun," I said.
"I enjoyed it, too," Coach Miller said. He paused. "I had a good time, but I didn't get off," he said in almost a whisper.
"I could help you with that, if you want it," I said. Miller came nearer. His cock was almost in my face. I leaned closer and took his cock into my mouth.
His cock had seemed average in the sauna, but it was much bigger in my throat. Uncut, the remains of the previous night play remained trapped in the skin. Soon fresh man juices oozed for his cock. Miller didn't react much, but his cock said all he needed to say. He got in the bed with me. He sucked me for a while and fingered my ass.
"Your ass is nice and juicy. Is that Smitty's doing?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. "It was good."
"Does it bother you to have you ass filled with old man spunk?" Miller asked.
"I like it," I replied. "I think they is room for more." He told me to roll over and he eased his cock into my well-used ass. Technically, I guess he fucked me. It was more of a gentle anal massage. It was relaxing and exciting.
Someone knocked at the door. It was Gussy. He had spent the night. He came in got in the bed and began sucking me. I think Miller shot off two or three times, but he didn't pull out. He continued the massage.
I filled Gussy's mouth three times. He continued sucking and both sucked up any post orgasmic drool and the worked me up to another climax.