Reverend Jim 3
by Bald Hairy Man
Email, bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
This is an adult story for adults. It is not intended for minors, nor for persons who are offended by alternate life styles. No effort is made to use safe sexual practices. It's intended to be fun, not a sex manual.
To say Jim liked to fuck is an understatement. He took to it like a duck to water. Jim loved it and was a natural top. For a horse-hung man who was fucking for the first time, he was considerate. He watched me for my reactions and could tell when he did something I liked.
His cock had needs too and Jim didn't neglect his rock hard dick at all. He wasn't a madman, but he sure was enthusiastic and surprisingly skilled. He liked total penetration and long deep strokes. I have a warm spot for big meat and had some experience with it. He was bigger and better than any previous visitor to my ass.
Jim was great. Eventually I got on my back and Jim fucked me while holding my legs open. This gave him total control. It took some getting use to, but it just kept on getting better. Jim could do anything he wanted to with me. He took full advantage of this. He tried it all.
I loved every minute of it. It was almost too much, but Jim seemed to sense when I was reaching my limit and he slowed up. Terry was watching and was almost as excited as I was.
"Shit that's hot!" Terry said. "Look at that fuck tool sliding in there! I don't believe the whole thing fits! Go deep, Jim! Shove it deep!" Jim did as he was told and it didn't take long for him to shoot off.
Jim's orgasm was confined to his cock. His face and body gave no hint as to his feelings except for a satisfied smile. He began shooting in my ass, then pulled out and sprayed me with the remains of his load.
"Can I try?" Terry asked.
"If you don't mind sloppy seconds." I said. Terry replaced Jim and had no hesitation about slipping into my ass. Terry's cock felt good. It wasn't fire works and brass bands good the way Jim was, but it was good.
I guessed Terry wouldn't last long. I was right. Terry made ten or twelve strokes before he shot off. He had a full body orgasm. He shook and quivered with each ejaculation. Strangely, his orgasms lasted longer than the actual fucking. After the initial cluster or spasms, the individual ejaculations were spaced progressively longer apart. Several times I thought he was through, when he would be convulsed by another terrific spasm. He finally pulled out and got on the bed next to me.
"Shit, I didn't know anything could be that good." Terry said. "How was it for you, Jim?"
"Unbelievable." he replied. I looked at Jim. He was stranding next to the bed. His cock was still hard.
"Do you want to go in again?" I asked.
"It's all right?" he asked uncertainly.
"It sure is all right with me!" I said. "I haven't shot off yet, so I'm still in the mood. I don't want to give you a bloated head, but your cock rings my chimes. Could you tell?" Jim lifted my legs onto his shoulders and slid his cock into my ass. Terry's cum added a bit of lubrication, making it a smooth ride. I moaned.
Terry's cock had been a nice interlude, but Jim's cock hit every good spot in my ass. My ass had readjusted to Terry's normal size meat. I had relaxed after the tension of Jim's first penetration. I stayed relaxed, so Jim's second trip into my ass was effortless. It slid deeper to that secret spot which makes it impossible to think.
"You really like this, don't you?" Jim asked. I couldn't talk at that exact moment, but I squeezed my sphincter and tried to contract my ass. Jim understood. "I'm not sure I have ever been with anyone who enjoyed it before. That makes it really different. He had pulled out and had his cock head resting in my ass opening.
"Physical enjoyment is what you are after in sex." I said. "It's best when both partners enjoy it." I squeezed my ass again. Jim smiled and shoved his cock deep. We spent the next half hour fucking. Terry had fallen asleep, but when he woke, he began sucking me. Being sucked and fucked at the same time was too much for me to hold back.
I began to shoot. Terry had no hesitation about taking my load. He ate every drop. I fell asleep.
They had to get home the next day, so we traded addresses. Jim was too nervous to give me his, but he took mine. My meeting the next day was as good as I could have hoped and I returned to my office with a major new client. I got a good commission.
I didn't expect to hear from either of them. I figured it was a nice interlude and they would proceed along with their lives. I was surprised when Terry sent me an e-mail. I sent a note back and we kept up an electric correspondence for months. I live in Philadelphia and the regular salesman returned to service the Richmond area, so there wasn't an opportunity to get together. I asked him how Jim was doing. He said, Jim was fine, but was so uneasy they didn't get a real chance to discuss his reaction to the sexual interlude.
Terry was unabashedly enthusiastic about it and wanted more. Terry mentioned his family had a cottage in the Blue Ridge. He said, he would have it to himself for a week in late October and asked if I would like to visit.
I am a good salesman and suffered from the problems of success. I had no time off. I needed a vacation badly, so I said yes. I had six months of vacation time and four months of sick time saved up, so I had no problem getting off.
I almost had to call it off when an old friend from Scotland called and said he was planning to visit me the same week. It was Murphy's Law in full operation. I had been through a good year without any social engagements and now I had two for the same week. I told Terry about it and he invited Angus to come along. The more the merrier was his motto, he said. Angus was enthusiastic too. He had never been in American mountains and thought of it as an adventure.
Angus arrived by train from New York on Monday morning and we drove to Virginia. I had met Angus years before, when he was in the United State consulting for a multi-national corporation. We hit it off personally and sexually. He returned to Scotland, but we kept in touch and he got to the United States regularly.
It was a beautiful Fall day, with a clear blue sky and trees at the peak of their autumn color. We got on the Skyline Drive and I couldn't have asked for a more spectacular day. Angus was well traveled and he felt it was one of the most beautiful places he had ever seen.
We got off the drive near Lexington, drove across the Shenandoa and went into the mountains. Terry had said the cabin was off the beaten track and he was right. His instructions were good and we found it without difficulty.
Terry greeted us on the front porch. Angus was 5-10 and a very solid 225 pounds with a thick, black beard and brilliant, blue eyes. Both men liked what they saw. It was a warm day, so we sat on the porch and talked. A pick-up truck drove up and two tall, thin men emerged.
"Angus, Bill, these are my cousins Larry and Lamont." Terry said, introducing us to the men.
"Pleased to met ya." Lamont said, with the strongest mountain accent I had ever heard. Angus had a strong Scots accent.
"You're not from here, are you" Lamont said when he heard the Scotsman. I could tell Lamont wasn't a rocket scientist.
"No, I'm from Scotland." Angus said. Lamont looked puzzled. Something must have clicked in his head.
"Bagpipes, right?"
Angus laughed. "Bagpipes, kilts and haggis!" he said. "Hillbilly?" It was Lamont's time to laugh.
"I guess you could say that!" he said. "Coon hunting, White Lightening and fucking our sisters."
"Do you do that?" I asked.
"Only when we can't find a cock." Larry said.
"Terry. I though you had no experience with man sex?" I said. "It looks to me as if your cousins are like spirits."
"I didn't play until you gave me lessons. I went to a high school reunion a month ago and discovered I wasn't the only cock sucker in the family." Terry said. "We just happed to meet at the urinal in the High School Gym and discovered we shared a common interest."
"Terry was always such a straight arrow, we never tried to initiate him into the family tradition of cock sucking." Larry said. "Our Daddy thought of cock sucking as a form of birth control."
A small car drove up and Jim got out. I was shocked. Terry introduced him to his cousins and Angus. Jim looked uncomfortable, but there was a bulge in his pants. We sat around the porch for a while, talking.
True to their word, Larry and Lamont got some home brew from their truck. We all sampled it. I am not a fan of grain alcohol, but this was close to being bourbon. It was good and everyone relaxed, especially Jim.
I went inside the cabin and helped Terry make dinner. He was making beef stew and I peeled the potatoes. He got it ready and we returned to the porch. Larry and Angus met us at the door as they came into the cabin. Larry grabbed my crotch as he passed. I stopped and he felt out both Angus and me. A few seconds later, Lamont and Jim came in. Lamont had his hand on Jim's crotch.
"Larry, we got pay dirt here!" cried Lamont. We all stayed inside and soon Larry was sucking Angus and me, while Lamont took care of Jim.
"Let's all get naked and do this right!" Terry said. Everyone was agreeable; we all stripped and settled down to an afternoon of sucking. Angus had a classic bear cock, short and thick. He was one of those guys with twice the foreskin he needed. Larry was fascinated by it.
Larry had dirty blond hair and a long beard. The beard merged with his chest hair. The chest connected to his pubic hair with a treasure trail. His cock was thin and long, a white snake. His balls hung low and were held by his remarkably hairy scrotum.
His cousin, Lamont, was a red haired copy as far as I could tell. They were almost twins. It was hard to see much his body since he was so interested in Jim's cock. He had no problem deep throating the monster cock and liked to keep Jim's cock head in close contact with his tonsils. Larry and Lamont weren't shy at all. They liked man sex and had a lot of practice.
Terry went after my cock with relish. He was like a man dying of thirst and my cock was his oasis. "Why don't we trade partners, so we can sample all the cocks here." Larry suggested after a while. "There's no better way to get acquainted than tasting a guy's dick."
"That's a lot of cocks for one afternoon." Terry said.
"Cousin Terry, we ain't planning to get married. We're just having a good time." Lamont said. "I've never sucked five guy's cocks in one day before, but there's always a first time for everything."
"When you come out and say it, it sure does have a certain appeal." Angus added. "I like to get fucked my self, but in order to promote transatlantic friendship, I'll make the sacrifice and stick to sucking." Lamont looked at him and bust out laughing. Terry got on his knees and started to suck Angus.
"I'm not after true love either." I said. "If I fall into it some day, that's fine, but I'm not holding my breath." Jim was sucking me, while Larry sucked him. He was enjoying himself.
Lamont was watching Angus and Terry. "You like it in the ass?" he asked of Angus.
"Love it." Angus said. "There's no feeling like it."
"I've heard that. Never had enough practice with it to know. Larry says, he likes it in the ass too." said Lamont. "Wouldn't mind some practice though. Wouldn't mind that at all."
"You like to fuck??" I asked.
"Only done it twice. It was with Dr. Willboro in town." Lamont said. "I liked it though. I've never bottomed."
"I pitch and catch with a strong liking for the bottom." Angus said. "Bill does the same. He's a great top, but likes the bottom too. Do you think you'd like to bottom?"
"To tell you the truth, I'd be kind of surprised if I didn't." Lamont said. "Larry and I've tried a lot of different things and I've liked them all. It just seems fucking has not been in our bag of tricks. I've been thinking there's not much you can do with a cock and asshole I don't like. We've been mostly sucking, but I'd sure like to give fucking equal time."
"I've never been to a fuck party." Larry said, looking up from his sucking task.
"Shit, Larry, we never been to a sex party either." Lamont said. "Any of you guys like to give it a try? Fucking I mean. I might like to try the bottom."
"Have you seen Jim's cock?" I asked. "He has a monster."
"That's what gave me the idea." Lamont said. "I guess you could say it inspires me." Terry produced several tubes of lubricant. I realized he was already prepared and wondered if he and his cousins had a plan. That didn't bother me at all. As long as I got Jim's cock in my ass again, I was happy.
We rearranged ourselves and we all ended up in a bedroom. Angus and I were on our backs. Jim was next to me lubricating his cock. Larry was working a finger into my ass. Terry was getting ready to fuck Angus and Lamont was lubricating both men.
"I can't believe you can take that mother fucker." Larry said, as he probed deeper. "Your ass feels tight to me. You're sure you can open up enough?" He pulled his fingers out of my ass and squirted some lube on my cock and stoked me. "Bill, you've got a nice piece yourself. Put me on your dance card. I wouldn't mind taking a ride on it myself." By now Jim was in position. He pressed and my ass gave a little.
"Try some of this." Angus said. He had a bottle of amyl, the high-powered European type. I took a snort. Everyone had been watching us and I had been a bit uncomfortable. The poppers took care of that. The only thing I wanted was Jim's cock. He caught a whiff of the poppers and pressed. His cock slid into my ass, like a hot knife going through butter. I think he actually penetrated deeper.
"Shit! I don't believe it! It fits!" Larry cried.
"Damn, that's good." Angus moaned. At first I though he was talking about Jim and me, but Terry was deep in his ass and Angus was enjoying it. Angus gave Terry the bottle and Terry took a sniff. He passed the bottle to Jim. Jim inhaled a deep breath. The next few minutes were wild.
"What in hell is that?" Jim asked after we calmed down some.
"Poppers." Angus replied. "They seem to make you a bit more enthusiastic."
"Not just a bit." Jim said. "Unbelievable." Larry had been stroking my cock, but had moved. I caught a glimpse of him lubricating his cock and then saw him getting behind Jim. Glancing over, I saw Lamont behind Terry. I could tell he was rubbing his cock in Terry's ass crack.
"Bend over and let me in." Lamont said. "I'll take it nice and slow." Terry did as instructed and Lamont thrust his hips to force his cock into Terry's ass. I would have guessed if you went looking for the prefect first cock to have in your ass, Larry and Lamont had them. Their cocks were long and thin. A friend of mine would have described them as ice-tea spoon type cocks.
Jim and Terry sighed as the two cousins' cocks entered and slid up their love tunnels. Jim gasped for breath once. I assumed that was when Larry's cock head rubbed against his prostate. With his cock deep in my ass and Larry just as deep in his, Jim was out of control. His prostate and cock were in full control.