Post Game Party 5
By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com
This is a story about adult men intended for adult men. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that I have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. If you have any suggestion or comments, please e-mail me.
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We all had breakfast and the plan was for us all to go our individual ways and meet at the house for dinner at 6:00. Tommy Senior said he would take us out to a good restaurant. Tommy Senior got me to the side.
"If you could get back here by two, it might be fun," he said. "I'm going to see some friends. I think you might like them. I know they would like you." I said I would try to make it if I could. I went back to the museum to work on my paper.
Lem was busy too. He had called Sam and found out Sam wasn't on duty until 2:00. Lem said he was with some pals, and Sam told him to bring them along. Lem and Carl went to visit Sam. I spent a few more hours at the museum. I ran into Tommy there. He was working on an American painting there.
I was uneasy about meeting with his father later that day. "Your Dad asked if I'd like to meet some friends of his this afternoon," I said. "Are they okay?"
"Yeah, Dad's pals are nice men," Tommy said. He leaned close to me. "It turns out I had me one of them on my own. I didn't realize we liked the same sort of men."
"Was it embarrassing?"
"I was so relieved to find out he wouldn't disown me for being gay, I didn't have time to be embarrassed," he said. Tommy paused. "When I first discovered we were alike, I went with him to a party. It was stage at first, but Dad and I really like the same things. I was too uptight to admit that to myself, but when I saw Dad doing it, all was well. It turned on the other men a lot. I had a good time. Thanks for telling me. Go with him and have a good time."
I felt better and I made it back to Tommy's house by 2:00. Tommy Senior and I went to an apartment in an old warehouse on the river. The building was fixed up, but it still looked like an old building to me. We took the elevator to the top floor and knocked on the door. A good-looking older man answered and invited us in. Tommy introduced me to Alex, his old friend. "It's nice to meet you. Tommy said you were a friend of his son?" he asked. Alex was wearing a mostly unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and shorts. The shirt showed off his chest pelt well.
"We're on the football team," I said. The door rang. He went to answer it and he returned with two men that he introduced as Hank and Joe. Hank was a big, handsome man I recognized from the television. He was a former football star who was the pitchman for a line of men's skin care products. He looked older than on the television, but he still looked good. He wore a trademark flat top and brush type mustache. Joe was a little younger and looked like a military man.
"Have you been raiding cribs again, Alex?" Hank asked.
"Jake here is on the Brandenburg team," Tommy said. "He's a good sport."
"Are you ready for the major leagues?" Hank asked me.
"I've never played in the majors, but I would sure like to give it a try," I said.
"Well, I have to be on a plane to New York at 7:00, so let's get naked and get it on!" Hank said. "We can all get to know each other later." Hank gave orders and we all obeyed. I think he was one of those men who you naturally obeyed. I went right for his cock and a minute later, I tasted his cock juices. He was into it.
We were almost all naked when the doorbell rang again and another man joined the group. Will was a huge black man, who looked as if every pound on his massive frame was muscle. He knew everyone and stripped as soon as he saw we were naked.
"Damn it Hank," he said. "I forgot you liked to get down to business right away."
"Are you complaining?" Alex asked.
"Actually I was thinking of it as a compliment," Will said. "I was thinking how nice it was to get some action, without wasting time on preliminaries.
I was the youngest man in the room by a good thirty years. I wondered if I was the afternoon's entertainment. I soon discovered the men were more than capable of entertaining themselves. I was the icing on the cake, not the main attraction. I connected with Hank. He had been a blond, but he now mostly white, except his pubic hair was copper colored. He had a big white snake dangling from it and as I went after it, I discovered it was easy to deep throat. Hank liked that. I soon discovered he was as interested in my cock as I was in his. As we went at it, Tommy was servicing Will's oversized black dong, and Alex and Joe were playing.
Hank was a much nicer man than I expected. As a former football star, he could pretty well pick anyone he wanted. He was from the generation that had a hard time coming out. He had to be careful and there were people gunning for men like him. A reporter could make his reputation by outing a major football hero. I know men are supposed to be out there, but everyone is different. I could understand. I don't want other to make rules about my sex life. I have no right to make rules for Hank. I found out these guys were old pals. They had known each other for years and were comfortable together.
During a breather, we talked. "Are you into fucking?" Hank asked.
"I've done it and liked it," I replied.
"Top or bottom?"
"I've done both," I answered.
"I like to top," he whispered. "I have a long fuse and I like for fuck for as long as I can, and then fill your ass with my man cream."
"That sounds okay to me," I said.
"Jake, you're a young guy. You know I just want to fuck you. I'm not in love with you. Some guys want more," he said. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea. Some guys want to impress me because I'm a famous guy. When I'm fucking, I'm just Joe Schmo, not a retired major league player. I'm not your path to fame and fortune, your ticket to the major leagues."
"Football pays for my education. I'd like to become a doctor. I don't think I'd last a week in the majors," I said. Much to my surprise Hank kissed me. It wasn't a courtesy kiss; it was a passionate kiss.
Alex had broken apart from Joe and had distributed tubes of lubricant around the room. He handed one tube to Hank. He coated his cock with it and then did my ass. He was big, but he eased his organ onto my hole. Hank was bigger than I was so he bent my legs over me chest and kissed me as he fucked. After a while, he rolled on his back I was sitting on his cock.
Up until then Hank had been fucking me. I bounced a little then began wiggling and undulating my ass. That was good for me. Hank smiled and sort of glowed as I used my ass to caress his cock. For some reason his cock felt different for the others that had been in my ass. His cock was in my ass, but I was in control. He was responding to me. It didn't take me long to figure out what he liked. That turned out to be the same as what turned me on.
Good sex is self-limiting, and Hank began to twitch. A split second after every twitch, I felt a tickling sensation in my ass as his man seed spurted into my ass. I wasn't the passive receptacle of his cum; I was milking him. I squeezed my ass and he twitched. Hank moaned when I did that. We were both still as his ejaculations diminished. I let him get partially soft before I got off his cock.
We had been in our own little world as were fucked. The others had been watching and they approved. Will helped me get up. I was a little unsteady.
"I never seen Hank so satisfied," Will whispered in my ear. "You must have drained him completely."
"I don't know what I did," I said. "Whatever it was it was good."
Will smiled. "Well if you figure out what you did, come over to me and do it to me!" Will was big, black and muscle bound. He had a hairy chest and a big piece of meat hanging from his groin. He might have been bigger than Hank. The party was in a lull. We went over to talk with Tommy Senior and Joe. Tommy didn't look much like his son. He was shorter and heavier. He was soft and his cock hid in wrinkled foreskin. He was one of those men who had extra skin and his cock head caused a bulge an inch and a half from the tip.
Joe was thinner, taller and more handsome. He too was hairy, but I think he had been manscaped. Tommy reminded me of a shaggy sheepdog. Joe was an elegant greyhound.
Joe was not shy at all. "Well Jake, you got Hank cooking on all the burners. I was nice to see him let go and enjoy himself," Joe said. "I know he rear loaded you, but rest assured, I for one, don't mind sloppy seconds."
"Joe, you don't need to embarrass Jake," Tommy said. "Cool it."
"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, Jake," I tend to speak my mind without thinking when I can. "Normally I am in mixed company and I need to walk the straight and narrow."
"Joe is the morning anchor for one of the local channels," Will said. "He's always on view and he has a few reporters gunning for his job most of the time. He didn't mention that he's usually a bottom. He's been available for a sloppy second, and if my memory serves, a sloppy third or a sloppy forth!"
"Well, it was a New Year's Party, and they all were friends," Joe said. Tommy and Joe laughed.
"I don't remember you complaining,' Joe said. "Jake must think we are a group of crazed libertines."
"I will confess to that, but the spacing between crazed libertine episodes between months of being sober and sensible homebodies getting longer," Tommy said. "I'm afraid I don't get out much." He went off. I continued to talk with Joe and Will.
I mentioned I was feeling sticky. Will told me to go to the shower in Alex's bedroom. "It's one of the architectural wonders of this part of the city," he said. "It's available for all of the guests." I wanted to play some more but a little freshening would be nice.
Alex's bedroom was just a nice room. His bath was a cross between and old playboy pad, and a burial chamber for a Chinese Emperor. It had all the modern conveniences, whirlpool, sauna, a widescreen television and a lounging area. The shower was in a separate compartment. The walls were a jade green tile with gold garlands, swigs, swages and nude dancers. The shower was big enough for us all. Tommy was the only one in the shower. I went to the showerhead next to him and cleaned us.
"This apartment isn't what I expected in an old warehouse," I said.
"Welcome to the ultra chic, but slightly grungy modern urban style," Tommy said. "It features elegance and luxury with an edge. I take it you don't read the shelter magazines?"
"Where I come from we get our decorating ideas from the Rent-to-Own places," I said. "Shag carpet was the last thing to impress anyone in my home town."
"Have you noticed that the uglier the color of the shag carpet, the better it wears?" Tommy asked. I laughed.
"My Mom had an ugly purple car. That car was twenty years old when Mom got rid of it. It was ugly but it was dependable and it just ran," I said. Tommy Senior's cock had been hidden in his foreskin earlier. As we talked, it made an appearance. It had filled the skin and then it stretched the pucker open. His knob was a beautiful share of lavender. It doesn't take much for my cock to become excited.
"You are looking good," Tommy said. "Have you shot off yet?"
"Not yet," I said. "Hank's cock was too exciting for me to take care of myself."
"It was good? Hank was in you for a good half hour. You must be tired out?"
"It sure was," I said. "I ready to go again." Tommy sank to his knees and sucked my cock. His warm mouth enveloped my cock and his tongue seemed to be everywhere.
"Damn, that's good," I cried. My cock twitched and shot a single volley of sperm into his mouth.
He looked up from my cock. Tommy had beautiful blue eyes. I put my hands on his shoulder and pulled him up. I wanted to have full-blown orgasm later. I sank to my knees and sucked him. I was just being polite. As I licked his knob, I tasted his precum. I was hooked. Cocks don't lie and Tommy's cock wanted more.
I had no plans to connect with my pal's Dad, but that is exactly what happened. His man juices excited me. His fireplug shaped cock was the perfect shape to dispense it. Five minutes later, I was swallowing the sperm that made my pal. I thought that maybe that was bad, but I liked it so much, it wasn't a problem. I was talking the last drops when Will came into the shower.
He came over to us. I stood up. There was sperm on my face and in my mouth. I hadn't swallowed yet. Will put his arms around us. "Jake, you win a gold medal. Tommy is famous for being hard to get off." Tommy pulled me closer and we kissed. His sperm filled my mouth; he wanted it. Will left us alone.
When I returned to the living room, Will asked me if he could fuck me. I said I wasn't sure. His cook looked as if it was too big. I was afraid I had offended him. It was quite the opposite.
"You would be surprised how many redneck Bubba's want to take a big black cock," he explained. "My cock is an achievement for them, not a pleasure."
"I wouldn't have guessed that," I said. "I would think your cock would be the last thing they wanted."
"Forbidden fruit tastes sweetest," Will said. "My Dad told me in the sixties, a black lover was the ultimate status symbol for an upper class girl who was mad at her parents. Strom Thurman screwed an underage maid. It's hard to tell if that was just lust or if the intention was to humiliate her."
"How do your rednecks like your cock?" I asked.
"You'd be surprised how many big Bubba's have small holes," Will said.
"Do you force it in?"
"Only if the guy is begging for it," he said. "I don't understand men who get excited by pain. It's a turn off for me."
"I've never had that happen to me," I said.
"You're a big man," Will said. "Watch out for men who look for small guys; that can mean problems."
"Have you screwed small guys?"
"Asshole size is unrelated to weight!" Will said with a smile. I never know where my cock will fit!" A little later, I was sitting on Will's meat. It was big and filling. It was a tight fit at first, but as I became use to it, it felt better. It was too much for me and I got up.
I was relieved for a little while, but I soon felt empty and I sat on it a second time. I was able to bounce on it the second time. Will and I shot off together. It was getting late, so Tommy and I returned to his house.
We all went to a good restaurant and were back at the house by ten. I wasn't the only one in the group to have a good time. Lem's meeting with Sam was a success. He had a good time. Everyone had a good time.
We went back to Brandenburg the next afternoon. The football season was almost over, and my schedule changed. I up until then, my life was all football and study; there was no spare time. I didn't have a lot of extra time, but now there was some time. I was able to think about how my life had changed. I had seen the year as a series of unrelated events, separated by football games. The events were pleasurable and unexpected.
Lem asked if I would like to go to Richmond again. He was in contact with Sam and we could stay there. I was willing. While I had been at school, my Mom found a boyfriend. Johnny was a widowed brick mason. His kids were grown. He was a nice man and he offered my Mom better life than waiting tables. They were going off to meet his family after Christmas. It was a good time for me to be away. I also wanted to look at the big medical school there.
I left in Lem's old Dodge for Richmond, as Mom went off to North Carolina. We arrived in Richmond in the early afternoon, and we went to the Museum. That was fun. The place was decorated for Christmas and has special music in the galleries. It wasn't much like looking at the decorations at the Dollar General at home. Lem loved it. It was a long way from his hollow in the mountains.
I ran into Will at the museum. He asked if I had any spare time. I told him I did, and gave him my cell phone number. He asked if I would have any trouble getting away. I told him my friends were with the program and it wouldn't be a problem. Will smiled.