Reverend Bubba 2 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 winarch47@yahoo.com.
"I know I can trust you now. I guess you know that it's hard for me to relax. I was so used to doing what my mother told me to do. Now that she is dead, I am lost," Bubba said. "I don't know how to relax. It's hard to know what to do. The staff is lost too."
"I am new here. You have noticed that I am gay and not ashamed about it?" I asked.
Bubba smiled and said, "There have been one or two clues."
"I believe that your body is your body. There are no good or bad parts," I said. "Sex and sexual urges are good when it generates pleasure for you and your playmate. Pain is not the objective of sex. I enjoy sex with men. I am not sexually attracted to women. I have no desire to impregnate a woman due to a one-night stand. I also don't tell a man I will fall head over heels in love with him if he lets me shove my cock up his ass."
"You do suck ," Bubba observed. "I noticed you swallow."
"I am friendly," I replied. "I noticed you seemed to like it. I like the taste, but I also think that if a guy makes it, it's polite to take it. Spitting it out might be interpreted as rude. When I took your load did it bother you?"
"I didn't know anything could be that good," he said. "I couldn't believe a guy could suck me off and take my seed."
"I am not a virgin, but being the first to suck off and swallow a guy's load is a thrill," I said. "Some men just drain their balls. I knew this was new to you as I tasted the first ejaculation. Eight or nine ejaculations later I realized you were discovering a new life."
"I didn't know a new life existed," Bubba said. He paused and then asked, "Is it odd that so many men who work with me are gay? My mother hired them all. She was a good Christian woman."
"Your mother was shocked by heterosexual sex. I wonder if she ever considered the gay alternative?" I suggested.
"She was my mother, but I just obeyed her. I never understood her," he explained. "She got mad at me, but I almost never knew why. I'm pretty sure she would not approve of man-to-man sex."
"Have you studied the Bible?" I asked. "It rarely mentions gay sex. It spends more time on what foods you should eat. It says David loved Jonathan, and Jesus had a "beloved apostle." If being gay was such a big deal, why doesn't it say so? I can tell you, do unto others as you would have then do unto you, is exactly my approach to gay sex."
Bubba laughed. After a pause he asked, "Do you ever get tired of sex?"
"As of yet, I can say that has not been a problem," I answered, "Men are greatly varied, but men you know well, and I mean men you know very well, can still surprise you. Once and a while I find a man who is a perfect fit. In man sex, perfect can change and evolve."
"Do you need to plan for that?" he asked.
"It would be nice if that happened, but usually it is unexpected. It just happens," I said.
That afternoon I had a talk with Dooley in my apartment. He wasn't my type, but my ass was a perfect fit for his cock. He had a spectacular orgasm in me and then rolled me over in my back and fucked me a second time. I told him that Bubba wanted to relax some of his mother's strict attitudes toward sex in the male staff.
"Why is that?" he asked.
"Let me tell you in the strictest confidence," I replied. "He discovered that while he obeyed his mother with respect to sexual relations with women, he has been feeling alternative sexual attractions."
"I wondered about that," Dooley said in a whisper.
"There are myths about men being attracted to effeminate men. His interests are the opposite," I said, "He finds strong, muscular men to be of interest."
"That is of real interest to me," Dooley replied.
"You know all the male staff well. I think Bubba is unhappy. I think he needs more exercise with likeminded men," I said. "To be direct, I think he would benefit most from what I might call intimate exercise."
"I can understand that. Bubba seems to be a hot house flower." Dooley said. He paused and added, "I have seen you in intimate couplings. Have you traded seed with him?"
"I have taken his seed, and he has sampled mine." I replied. "Let's just say he has never been penetrated from the rear. I have mentioned that to him, but he is uneasy. I have a suspicion he would like a more manly, muscular man. I think taking such a man's seed would excite him."
"If I mentioned that I do my best thinking when my cock is deep in a tight hole, would to be shocked?" he asked. I laughed. A little later his cock was deep in my ass. My squirming ass massaged Dooley's cock. He may not have done much thinking, but he thoroughly investigated the deepest recesses of my ass. He lost control. Dooley later told me I had been the best ass he had ever fucked.
"I could feel you shooting, it was beautiful," I moaned.
"What hours is your ass open for business?" he asked,
"For you it would be 24/7," I said.
Dooley struck me as a difficult man. Eventually I realized he was a very gay man in a very dark closet. He was not imaginative, and he could not find a way to be gay and at peace with himself.
Two days later Dooley, Theo, and Marty were swimming in the evening. It was dark when Bubba jumped in the water and joined them. The pool has small lights on the side and Theo noticed that Bubba was skinny dipping. After a half hour they went to shower.
Theo said he might see if I was home. Then went through the secret door to dee if I was nude.
"Are you home," Theo called. I said yes.
I asked them in. I was nude. Theo, Marty, and Bubba purported to be surprised that I was nude. None of them had a future in acting.
"I hope you don't mind my informal dress code," I said. "I used to be worried that I wasn't well endowed. I see you men have no worries in that department."
"We are all guys here," Theo said, trying to play the role of a macho jock.
"My mother was overprotective. For a long time, I didn't know that all men had the same equipment." Bubba said. "I thought my cock was for pissing only."
"One of the guys at school showed me how it worked," Marty said." He told me the cock is more like a Swiss Army knife than a pen knife. His family moved away so I didn't find out what he meant."
"I bet Rex could explain that for you," Bubba said.
"I try to be helpful. Most guys are appreciative of my lessons," I said. "Some say there a few rough spots, but once they have delt with them, all is well."
"No one got pregnant?" Bubba asked. Everyone laughed.
I was beginning to show hard. Much to my relief, Bubba was firming up nicely. The conversation was tending to be sexual, and while the men may not have wanted to show their interest, cocks are not shy.
"I would like to have some fun. I am not looking for love, but I would like to do a little intimate exploring. Does that offend anyone?" I asked.
"How intimate?" Theo asked.
"I was thinking about a 19th century explorer who has discovered a new land. The locals are friendly, and he wants to engage with them and their culture. He wants to probe into their culture. He wants to intimately know them, and to let them probe him intimately and in depth," I explained.
"What if one of your natives go too deep?" Bubba asked.
"To use a common phrase, I think our explorer would think he hit the jackpot!" I replied. Everyone laughed.
"I want to say one more thing. In everyday life we worry about going too far and making a mess. My objective is to treat the mess as a treasure and share it with friends," I explained. I dropped to my knees and began to suck Theo. Dooley was sitting on a chair and I was pleasantly surprised when Bubba dropped to his knees and tenderly licked Dooley's cock.
I noticed that Bubba's legs were spread exposing his asshole and his pretty little rosebud. Marty went over and licked Bubba's rosebud. I realized there would be a migration of sperm from balls into rectums before the night was over.
Everyone was a perfect gentleman. A bloated cockhead would touch an asshole. The man with the asshole would spread his legs wider and sometimes moan. The knob would push deeper until it encountered the sphincter. There would be a hard thrust. When the fucker's nob encountered the bottom's prostate, and all was well. Since I was fucking Bubba, I took my time. A few seconds after I introduced him to his prostate, I knew he had no idea it was there, and it was there. I decided to see how long and how many ways I could caress it, massage it or ram it. It was a total success.
It wasn't just the pleasurable sensations. Bubba didn't know the prostate existed and he didn't know the sensations he was feeling were possible.
We had an audience, but Bubba didn't notice. He was in a new world, floating in heaven alone with my gently thrusting cock. I looked up and saw Dooley. His bloated cock looked like it might explode. I wanted to help him out, so I pulled out of Bubba. Dooley came over to take my place in Bubba's behind. Dooley's cock was a bit thicker than mine, and his cock head was bigger. In a split second, Dooley's cock was rubbing Bubba's prostate. Bubba shivered and moaned.
I noticed Bubba pulled his legs apart to welcome the new visitor to his ass. I am smaller and lighter than Dooley. Bubba's cock was sticking straight up. I straddled him and was facing Dooley as I impaled myself on Bubba's cock. Since Bubba was skewered on Dooley's cock, I bounced on Bubba's tool.
Technically Bubba was fucking me. I thought I was milking him. Marty fed Bubba his cock. This was a total sexual engagement.
Much to my surprise, Dooley, who tended to be reserved, leaned forward and we kissed. We were sexual triplets, linked by hard drooling cocks. He was inspired by our close genital connection. I had no idea what would happen next.
While Bubba's ass and cock were fully involved, I later found out that Bubba was gently licking Marty's precum. Later when I thought about it, I realized that precum was a taste treat compared to sperm. Precum is alive with promise of a sexual climax. My attraction to sperm relates to the feeling I have to the man who made it. While the man I am sucking may be twitching and moaning as he unloads, the last spurts taste of disappointment knowing the sexual episode is ending.
Marty was the first to shoot off. My back was to them, but when Bubba cried, "Feed me, I want it all!" followed by sucking sounds, I knew what was happening behind my back. Dooley picked up his pace and I realized he was rear loading Bubba, as Bubba was almost ready to shoot off in me. I don't know who shot off first.
Bubba was shivering, but it was impossible to know the exact order of the orgasms. I wanted to be a cool and collected observer, but since there were three men simultaneously shooting off, I lost my concentration.
I have a fantasy that I am a scientific observer studying male sexual habits and behaviors. Sometimes this is when I am with an acceptable, but not exciting playmate. This is odd and not too realistic. Cocks are not well suited to be scientific instruments. They are entirely worthless studying orgasms. Your body has its own plans during orgasms.
I have some friends who are nice guys, but not sexually exciting. They are okay guys. We sometimes fuck. Somehow, I forget they are not exciting when my hard cock is up their butt. The sex is great.
Our little group broke up after the orgasms. The men waited until their cocks stopped drooling the last drops of sperm. I thought things had gone well.
The next day the sun rose at the appointed time, and all was well. I hoped Bubba noted that and was at ease. His mother had run his life for 40 years. I was afraid that one night of sex might not be enough to change his life. I was sort of right, but mostly wrong about that.
It was a shock for him. If his mother's god was as mean and narrow minded as he thought, there might have been a lightning bolt or two. He had fiddled around with gay sex. He had dipped a toe in the sea of homosexual sex.
The night before he had jumped, naked, into the deep end of the pool. Several men had fucked and seeded him. He had both fucked and seeded a man. It could have been terrifying, but it felt so good, he didn't care. The was one big question. If man to man sex was so bad, why did it feel so good.
His mother had a long life. Most of the time she was preaching about the evils of sex. If she was so virtuous, why was her life so joyless? She was mostly mean and unhappy.
He told me that he hadn't realized you could feel pleasure. It didn't occur that intense sexual pleasure existed. He told me that he liked me and trusted me, but he could hardly believe that Dooley's cock could send him to the moon, and that Marty's cock fluids could excite him. Bubba told me that tasting Marty's precum was more exciting than anything he had experienced before.
Bubba was also surprised that everything in his normal day was just the same as it had been before. The sun rose and set at the same time. Lunch arrived at the same time as always. I told him he was discovering normal life. Sex was a normal part of ordinary lives. I was hoping he would relax and smell the roses.
That night he came to see me, and we talked. "Will the men respect me once they have seen me naked?" he asked.
"Bubba, did you notice we were all naked?" I replied.
"They saw me hard with a cock up my ass," he said.
"Getting naked is expected in sex. Sex is a part of human life; it is part of all mammals' lives. We are the only ones who think it needs to be hidden. Monkeys in the zoo have no problems with open sex," I said. "Public sex was a part of public life in some cultures. Much of our hangups date from the Victorian period."
"I guess you are right about that," he admitted. "What happens next?"
"That is up to you," I said. "I would hope that you can treat sex as a normal part of your life. It would be good if you could realize that you cock is a basic part of you. It's not just a drain, but it has recreational uses. Gay sex includes giving and taking. Sharing intimacy and intense pleasure. With men you are not making babies or making an heir."
"Will it last?" Bubba asked.
I laughed. "Some guys think you first time experience is your best you must be doing it wrong. I'm a practice makes perfect man. I have a feeling that more times my prostate and your cock head meet it will only get better," I said. "Orgasms also get better after you get to know your partner."
"It's hard for me. This place is so filled with my mother and her obsessions," he said.
"For some reason, your mother hired gay men. Assuming they are normal gay men, I suspected all of them would like to connect with you. When I say connect with you, I mean they would like to take your load in their ass." I explained.
"Would they expect me to return the favor?" he asked.
"Your cock is big enough for most men." I replied. "You may not have noticed but when Dooley fucked you, your ass was wide open. I had the feeling that when Dooley shot off, you felt it and you climaxed too. Is that right."
"I think that is right," he answered.
"You are an isolated, lonely man. I have a feeling that when Dooley climaxed in your ass you felt closer to him than any other man. He wasn't just shooting his seed into you; he was hoping to connect with you. You aren't alone anymore." I observed.
"Do you think letting every man here should get to fuck me?" he asked.
"I want you to be comfortable with sex. I was thinking of inviting a few men over tomorrow night for a pool party. You and I know the men well. I know them as good, sensible men and as sexual playmates. I want you to join us. This is not required, but I would like you to be with men who share our sexual interest."
"Do I have to have sex with them?" he asked.
"Of course not," I replied. "This is a friendly, non-aggressive group of men. You are an impressive, handsome adult. You can watch, play in the shallow end of the pool, or jump in the deep end of the pool. That is up to you."
"Do they like me?" he asked.
"You are the boss, and you are a good boss. Life is much better here since you took charge." I explained. "You are also horse hung and handsome. They don't know that aspect of you. I have no doubt that they would like to know that aspect of you. You are the boss, but you are also a member of the gay fraternity. One for all and all for one."
"That's a nice way to look at it," Bubba said. "Is that your motto?"
"No, it's all sperm is equal," I said. Bubba laughed. His laughter seemed to be a good sign.