Reverend Jim 4
By Bald Haiy Man
Terry and Jim's first experience with a cock in their ass was an unqualified success. Larry and Lamont both had long, but thin cocks; perfect for a first fuck. There's no way a guy can fuck one guy and have another cock in his own ass and hold back. Jim began to shake, rattle and roll, as the pressure built up in his balls. He could only find relief by filling my ass and that he did. He had been cool and collected as he climaxed at the motel, months earlier. This time, everyone knew he was shooting and his orgasm pushed us all over the edge.
We calmed down and Terry went off to see if dinner was ready. A few minutes later, he called us to dinner. We had been getting along well before, but the sex had broken down all barriers and it was as if we had been friends for years. I have always been reserved when talking about sex, even with gay friends, but Larry and Lamont had no compunctions about it at all.
They weren't shy or embarrassed or reserved at all. They liked it and weren't ashamed of liking it. Angus thought they were Hillbillies straight from a Grade B movie and he was fascinated.
"I thought you hillbillies were macho men." Angus said. "It hadn't occurred to me you would like cock."
"Shit, we always thought of it as down home fun." Lamont said. "It was kind of a shock when we discovered what we had been doing for years was sex!"
"Sex is what you do when you get a girl knocked up and that was bad." Larry said. "Mom and Dad made sure we knew that! We had always messed around some and no one ever seemed to give that a second thought. They sure never talked about it."
"That's sort of the way it was with me." Jim said. "I knew it was bad to do it with a girl, but somehow I never found a guy to experiment with. I don't think I had any idea what the options were. My folks wanted me to be safe and stupid. They watched me like a hawk. No friends after school, no sleepovers. They kept me pure. I had no friends close enough to talk to about sex. The first time I ever did anything was with Terry and Bill a few months ago."
"You sure as hell are a fast learner!" Larry said. "Unless I'm real mistaken, you seemed to take to it like a duck to water."
"You're not mistaken." Jim said. "It may sound strange, but I really didn't know what people were talking about when they said, sex was an uncontrollable drive. All of my experiences were uncomfortable or embarrassing. It didn't help that my wife knew less and liked it even less than me. I didn't have any idea how good the physical sensations could be. We talked about the rapture as a theological concept. I didn't know it is a real, physical reality."
"Nothing like that happened with your wife?" Angus asked.
"Nothing. What's strange is I don't seem to get excited by women. Since I got together with Bill and Terry, half the men I meet seem to turn me on." Jim replied. "It's disconcerting."
"I've tried women, but quite frankly, they don't do it for me." Lamont added. "I guess that makes me gay, but I sure don't feel gay. "
"Except for the cock sucking and ass fucking part?" I asked. Everyone laughed.
"That's it!" Lamont said. "You've got it. I'm 100% straight except for the cock part! I don't know if you could say I'm a cock hound, but if there's a cock nearby, I seem to end up sucking it. It doesn't seem to me we're gay, but I'm sure as hell not straight."
"Different strokes for different folks." I said. "There's a big gap between being a gay hairdresser and a gay hardhat."
"What I want to know is where do you find the cock?" Terry asked. "I was born and raised here and never knew anyone did anything like that around here."
"I hate to say the obvious, Terry, but you spent too much time with the Sunday school crowed." Larry replied. Do you remember Cousin Alvis? He was the biggest cock sucker in the county."
"He was a lumberjack." Terry said. "I though he was too big and ugly to get married."
"Shit no, he was the best lumberman in the country and everyone wanted him in their crew." Larry said chuckling. "You always had a happy crew when Alvis was in it. He was a good 300 pounds of all muscle, but half of his weight must have been made up of man seed. He drank gallons of it. Breakfast, lunch and dinner, if he didn't drain a guys balls at every meal, he lost weight"
"How do you know that?" Terry asked. "I thought he was just a hermit."
"When Larry was driving for the lumber company, he didn't have any man seed left for me after visiting Alvis' camp." Lamont said. "I noticed the cum drought and eventually Larry fussed up Alvis was handling his needs. I had to get some in the morning before he left. To this day, I kind of like sperm and Cherrios for breakfast.".
"That's disgusting." Terry said.
"Well, I do admit it took some getting use to." Lamont admitted. "It was best when we 69ed and traded man milk. Everything tastes good when you're shooting off yourself."
"You must be better coordinated than me." Angus said. He had been listening to the conversation with great amusement. "I've never been able get my timing just right."
"We had some practice at it." Larry said. "We sucked each other off three or four times a week. Eventually, we got it down to a science. It helps that Lamont can shoot pretty much whenever he pleases. You just let nature take its course and let Lamont do the work."
"He really can control his orgasm's timing?" Angus asked.
"I sure can." Lamont replied. "I get real hot and bothered real fast, but once the pump is primed I can pull the trigger whenever I want. "I can work up to that point just before popping, then hold it. When Larry's spunk spurts and hits my tonsils, I let loose. I can pop anytime I want." He paused. "That may not exactly be true, I always shoot when Larry cums. I don't know if that's because I want to shoot off myself at that time, or if Larry's cum pulls the trigger."
"Does it happen with other guys?" I asked.
"I'm not sure. Larry's the only one I swallow." Lamont replied.
"Have you ever tried Scots' cum?" Angus asked with a twinkle in his eye. Lamont smiled too.
"Never tried foreign food before, but there's always a first time." Lamont said. "I was thinking about seeing if a foreign cock might fit in my ass."
"You're getting open minded in your old age." Larry commented. "I thought you'd want native born cock for your first try."
"I had been thinking that myself, but I'm feeling inspired by the present company." Lamont said. Just then a cell phone rang. Larry jumped up and ran to his clothes. He returned thirty seconds later.
"There's a fire at the Wilson place. Let's go!" Larry and Lamont were dressed and gone in less than a minute.
"Volunteer firemen." Terry said in explanation. Angus was a city boy from Edinburgh and he was fascinated by the Volunteer Fire Departments. Terry offered to drive us over to the fire to watch.
"Is that okay?" I asked.
"Sure, in small town's fires are a social event." Terry said. Half the town will be there." We all got dressed and drove over to the fire. We could see a pillar of smoke in the distance and were ready for a disaster. When we got there it turned out to be a brush fire, lots of smoke, but not much danger. One crew was fighting the fire, while another hosed down the barn and some out buildings.
We were on the backside of the fire, well away from the house and the farm buildings. Some of the fences had been knocked down by the firemen in their effort to get to the fire. We found a frightened foal that had gone through the gap in the fence. I have no experience with horses and Angus absolutely none. Jim knew exactly what to do and he got the animal to calm down.
We walked the foal back to the farm and reunited it with his mother. The scene there was right out of a Norman Rockwell painting. The firemen were purposefully hosing down the barns. Some neighbors were helping the Wilsons with the terrified livestock, others were busy assigning blame.
"I'd told that fool to get the fucking tractor fixed!" one man was saying. "It was an accident waiting to happen." From what I was able to pick up from the conversations, the engine of a tractor had caught fire and set the dry fields alight. Most of the buildings seemed to be either neglected, or in a state of near collapse. The Wilsons apparently weren't noted for maintaining their property.
An hour later the fire was out and Larry saw us. He came over with two other men, who he introduced as Bubba and Skeeter. I glanced over at Angus and he was in heaven. It was as if a hillbilly fantasy came to life. As far as he could tell, he was in a real life Hooterville. A forth man came over. He introduced himself as John Wallcot, a Science Teacher at the High School.
All of the men were dirty and sweaty from the fire and still excited for the exertion, but it didn't take to long to see they were good friends of Larry and Lamont. They must have known something about our sexual preferences. There were casual glances at Jim's crotch. The men knew he was hung and they were interested.
Larry whispered something to Terry, then Terry came over to Jim and me.
"These boys are some of Larry and Lamont's playmates." Terry whispered. "Larry says they wouldn't mind some relaxation and stress relief after the fire. Are you guys game?" I was thinking about it when Jim said, "Sure. The more the merrier." I realized how much Jim had changed. He had gone from having his first experience with man sex to getting into a sex party in a few months.
"Let me ask Angus." I said. Angus had no problem at all. He seemed to have found Skeeter attractive and the feeling was mutual. We walked back to our cars and drove back to Terry's cabin. The first order of business there was to shower. We knew the Firemen were soot covered, but when we looked in the mirror, we realized all of us needed a shower.
Terry's small bathroom was soon filled with naked men. It would have been easy enough for us to spread out the showering, but no one had any desire to do that. Curiosity got the better of common sense, so the small bath was ideal. I had been use to shower rooms at college and at the Y, where everyone pretended they weren't interested in the other guy's cocks. No one pretended here and it was relaxing, but sexually exciting too. There was no need to worry about bumping into anyone.
Wallcot, the teacher was a big, dark haired former Marine, who was also the wrestling coach at the High School. He was in shape and toned. His big balls and uncut cock were compactly arranged beneath his dense pubic bush. He was about 40 and was smooth; I assumed he shaved his chest.
Skeeter was small and skinny with oil embedded hands indicating he was a mechanic. Everything about him was scrawny except for his thick and meaty uncut cock. His dirty blond hair was all but gone on his head, but was thick on his chest.
Bubba was a big, linebacker type. He had a bushy beard and moustache of rich brown, almost auburn hair. He had a cleft pallet, but this had been corrected and he had only the slightest trace of a speech impediment. He was hairy from top to bottom, front and back except for his long and thin cock. He was cut and his big cock head dangled low.
As soon as they were cleaned up, the cock play started. Wallcot went after Jim's cock as if he were a man dying of thrist who had found an oasis. Wallcot had to share it with Larry, but there was more than enough cock to serve two. Skeeter and Angus hooked up immediately and were 69ing on the bed.
I found myself nursing on Bubba's meat. His cock turned rock hard the second my mouth engulfed it. It was as if someone opened a faucet. The precum flowed free and thick. It's also nice to be appreciated; the big bear-like man loved what I was doing to him. Bubba also was a moaner and everyone knew just how much he liked it.
I had never been in a group of men enjoying themselves sexually before. There had been three or four men at the Y playing, but these had always been brief interludes and the nervous tension expecting to be caught at any time had been the most memorable feature of the event. Here we were relaxed and unworried. The sexual excitement built up and grew as we got more and more excited.
We were all squeezed in a small bedroom next to the bathroom, so everywhere you turned there was another man and another cock. Everyone was willing and interested. The men and the sex merged into a single mass. I would have thought this situation would have been anonymous and perhaps impersonal. That wasn't the case at all. Somehow I got the impression we were a bunch of oversize puppies, playing and enjoying each other.
After a while things calmed down and we all caught our breath. I'm pretty sure everyone had gotten at least a lick or two of each cock.
"What in hell can we do, that's any better than this" Wallcot asked. "I just set a personal best for cock sucking!" Everyone laughed.
"You mean you don't get to suck five or six cocks every day?" Skeeter asked.
"No I don't, but it would be real easy for this to become habit forming." Wallcot said.
"You're a jock." Larry said. "I'd have guessed this would be the perfect way to celebrate a victory."
"That's a fantasy. I've never done more than taking a longer look in the showers." Wallcot replied.
"Well, the night's not over. There's a lot of time to realize some more fantasies." Bubba said.
"Amen!" Jim added.