Salvation Falls 4 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
Life at the apartment got better once I understood the relationship between Bruce and Tom. It was never bad. It actually had seemed very warm and friendly compared to living in Salvation Falls. I hadn't realized that Bruce and Tom had been holding back. They were a loving couple and they expressed that love sexually. I found both men attractive and I had to admit seeing them sexually aroused did nothing to lessen their attractiveness.
Boyish looking men were the main attraction for gay men, if common wisdom is accepted. It would be easy to see me as an innocent virgin surrounded by older rakes who desired my body. That may have been going on, but not with Bruce and Tom. While they liked sex, they had all they needed. They weren't driven. They weren't at all effeminate and weren't attracted to bois. Their friends tended to be hardworking successful men who had jobs or a profession. They didn't go to the clubs or gay bars looking for a trick.
Waldorf was looking for bois. He was too old now and not wealthy enough to get them. I worked for Waldorf regularly while he recovered from the accident. I also got to know Luther well. Luther was a successful wrestling promoter who somehow had connected with Waldorf years earlier. Luther said they were a couple of sorts, but they were more like a mutual aid association.
"I picked up Waldorf in a bar one night and discovered he would do anything I wanted. I mean anything. I was a hot property then and he like his boys a bit rough," Luther said. "I broke a leg really badly and things went bad for me. I had a one-track mind and couldn't think of anything to do but be a professional wrestler. I was into pain killers big time."
"Things went downhill fast. No one gives a shit about a wrestler who can't wrestle anymore. No one except for Waldorf. He saved my life," Luther explained. "I had always treated him like shit, but he found me in the gutter and took me home. He sent me to college and I got a degree in business, and here I am. Waldorf has problems as do I. Luckily he can save me from my problems and I can save him from his."
"I have no idea how he hooked up with you," Luther continued. "He likes men who are either too rough or pretty boys who are users. He wants to be a punching bag, or a sugar Daddy. Both roles are bad for him. You seem like you are just a guy."
"That's pretty close to being true," I said. We got along well.
A week or two later Waldorf was off in Westchester County with some friends hunting for antiques. I had to do some re arranging in his loft. I had to pack some props to be sent to Philadelphia. Luther came in with a friend of his, Buster. Buster was obviously a wrestler. Luther was always reserved and a perfect gentleman, but I could tell Buster was interested in me.
Frankly, this flattered and excited me. Buster was a muscleman, but a bit short. In a photograph, he would have looked like a real bruiser, but in reality, he was cute. He also had a Bronx accent that was almost a foreign language. They said hello and went off to the bedroom.
I continued packing. I had just finished fifteen minutes later when Buster came out of the bedroom and came to me. He was naked.
"Jacob my boy, I was hoping you could help me out," he said. "Luther and I were having some fun. I bottom mostly and Luther tops always. Well, I was feeling like I wanted to slip my cock into a warm ass, just to keep me in shape. I need the practice. Well, Luther tells me you are new to the scene and he thinks you're a virgin. Is that true?"
"I've sucked some," I said. I was a bit taken aback by Buster's directness, but he looked really good naked.
"No, I mean is your ass virgin?" he asked. I told him yes. I didn't tell him Hank had played with my prostate. I wasn't sure that counted.
"I've never been in a virgin ass before, so I was wondering if you might try me on for size?" Buster asked. "Luther thinks I'm crazy to ask, but I figure, if I don't ask, I won't get it."
"Do you get what you ask for often?" I asked.
Buster thought a little. "I do more often than not," he admitted. "I've got a nice cock, but not too large. No one has ever complained, and most guys come back for a refill."
I was going to tell him no. "Can you take your time and be careful?" I asked. Somehow that was not as definitely as no as I thought it would be.
"Sure Jacob. My first experience wasn't good and I could never do it that way," he said. "I'm mostly a bottom now, so I've worked things out. Luther's a good top, but he's a few sizes bigger." Buster put his arms around my shoulders and guided me to the bedroom.
"I don't believe you talked him into it!" Luther exclaimed as we walked into the room. Luther was a good-looking man in a business suit, he was spectacular naked. He seemed much bigger naked when I could see his massive musculature. "Sometimes I underestimate Buster's charm." I stripped and joined them on the bed. I was close to being fully erect. They liked that but it made it hard to play hard to get. Soon the three of us were in a tangle of cocks and mouths. Every time I moved my head there was a cock nearby. While it was exciting, it was also surprisingly comfortable.
They were both nice guys who made no bones about their desires and wants. I soon was sucking Buster's organ as Luther lubricated my ass. Buster's had beautiful equipment. He was rock hard and oozing his ball juices.
"How is his man pussy?" Buster asked.
"Nice and tight," Luther replied. "He's ready too. I'll hold him open. I'd like to see you take him." A few seconds later, I was on my back with my legs spread wide and with Buster's cock head probing my ass. I was very exposed, very open and excited.
Buster poked at the hole a few times. He pulled away; Luther coated the cock in more lubricant and Buster went at it again. He made a few increasingly hard pushes.
"Jacob, open up for him. Let him in!" Luther urged. "You've got a buddy at the back door and he wants to play." It slipped in. It was painless, but I didn't know what I was feeling. I was a little confused. Buster rested a few seconds, then began to thrust gently. On the third or fourth thrust, my body figured out why his cock was in my ass and I began to moan.
At some point I heard Luther ask, "Jacob, you've been plowed, do you want to be seeded?" I moaned something that Buster took as a yes. Buster pumped franticly briefly and then calmed down. He pulled out. I didn't know exactly what happened, but I had a good guess. My head was spinning some due to the confused rush of sensations.
The feelings were sexual, but my cock hadn't generated them. They came from inside me. I was still confused. I knew I enjoyed it, but had no idea why or exactly what had happened.
Luther held me. "How are you?" he asked. "It looked like you took it well." Buster was on the bed next to us. He was sleeping. "Did you like it?"
I nodded. "I think so."
He smiled. "I thought so too. You relaxed as Buster slid in you," Luther said. He had one arm around my shoulder. The other fondled my balls. I was still spread eagled, and his hand touched my hole. "You're nice and juicy now. Buster shoots a good load," he continued. One of his fingers entered my ass. "It's slippery in your ass. He's lubricated you well. Some guys think a cum filled ass is messy. I think it's a turn on. Did you know cum is one of the best lubricants?"
I shook my head.
"Some guys don't like sloppy seconds, but I think that because they haven't tried it," Luther observed.
"You're a lot bigger than Buster," I said. I again meant to say I was tired, but the words came out differently. He rolled me over and got on top of me. Luther nuzzled his cock head in my hole. A second or two later his entire organ was in and I were on the way to the moon. I hadn't been sure what I felt when Buster fucked me. Each inch of Luther's tool drove me crazy with pleasure.
For the next hour or so, Buster and Luther alternated fucking me. Fucking is a crude word. Buster referred to it as ringing the man chimes. It felt that way to me. I felt guilty. It seemed impossible that the fuckers could feel anything as good as I felt. I fucked Buster and it was good, he seemed to love it too. I wasn't sure if it was Buster's tight ass, or knowing that Luther's man seed filled his ass was more exciting.
I watched Luther fuck Buster and realized Buster liked it as much as I did. Later after Luther shot off in my ass, Buster held my legs apart and told me to relax my ass. As I did, Luther's sperm oozed out. Buster licked it up. I was shocked but shot off again I was so turned on.
They had to go to a play that evening so I went home. Tom was late and I had some time to gather my thoughts. The reverberations of the Chimes Buster and Luther range were still with me.
I knew my folks thought sex was dirty. I suspected they had never experienced sex as a pleasurable event. Mom told me about the pain of childbirth and the ordeal of married life. I wondered if they were doing it right. I admit having a man shove his cock up your ass would certainly qualify as a "dirty" act. I had been unaware it was possible. That I actually would do it would have seemed impossible.
Yet I had done it and enjoyed it. It seemed as if each new sexual experience was better than the one that preceded it. It was beautiful. When Tom came home, I told him about it. He seemed worried at first, but was relieved when I told him how good it was. He didn't know Luther or Buster.
"Fucking is much more personal than sucking," he said. "Everyone can suck well and while some have better technique than others, it hard to do it badly. Fucking depends on how open your ass is, and how big your playmates cock is. Sometimes it's a bad fit. Sometimes it doesn't fit at all. I know some men that can't do it, or can't enjoy it."
"Do you think enjoyment may be due to the prostate?" I asked. "I can certainly tell when Luther rubbed it. It was like an electric shock. It was easy for me. Buster was good, but Luther was better. He was also bigger."
Tom smiled. "I am beginning to suspect my brother gave birth to a size queen!"
"Is that bad?" I asked. "You are bigger than Luther."
"It's a case of different stokes for different folks," he replied. "Size queens are pretty common. Everyone likes to look at big ones. Before Bruce, I sampled my share. Some were good, but others wanted to take my cock as an achievement. It's hard to enjoy fucking a guy who has clenched teeth due to the pain. The strange thing is they often didn't want me to stop. They wanted it, but didn't enjoy it."
"They must have enjoyed something?"
"I think they wanted to say they could take it," Tom answered. "It took a while for Bruce to like it.
"Really?"
"I think his ass is a half size too small for me. It took some work," he replied. "It's good now. Shit, it's great." We talked a while longer and I went to bed. Tom had a hard time staying up after ten.
The next day I went to work for Davis at his apartment. His apartment was large and filled with stuff. It was an art gallery and warehouse as well as the place he lived. He sold many things on line, and I packed them for shipping. It was easy work, but Davis said I had a knack for it.
In the late afternoon, he told me that Hank mentioned I was inexperienced. I said that was true, but I didn't say I was a bit more experienced now than I had been when I talked with Hank.
"I was shy and inexperienced when I was your age too. We were a nice Catholic family. The priests and nuns put great store in spiritual pleasure, but didn't seem to mention physical pleasure. I had the misfortune of being a good boy. I did what my parents told me to do, and was the perfect obedient child. That was good when I was a young teenager, but a problem when I was older." Davis said. "Bad boys seemed to know more about life than I did. I wanted to do more and know more, but I had no idea how to get that knowledge."
"That sounds like my life," I said.
"At the same time I had urges and desires that terrified me. I didn't know what they were and was quite convinced they would send me straight to hell if I acted on them. Like many boys I had a crush on the coach and was madly in love with my Boy Scout leader," he continued. "Today the media gives the impression that everyone was molested by a teacher, priest or coach. I was willing, but no one came forward."
"Did you eventually find someone?"
Davis smiled. "I did. When I was in college, I met a visiting lecturer. He was just visiting the town and asked for directions to a restaurant. I was heading in that direction and eventually I went to his room. Somehow were ended up naked and in bed."
"Was it good?"
"Thomason was as nice as he could be," Davis said. "He had a conventional life and got out only rarely. He knew much more about sex than I did. He was gentle, considerate and easy going. I started the night a virgin and ended it a very happy gay man. It was lovely."
"He was experienced?"
"Only when compared to me!" Davis exclaimed. "He had bought several gay porn magazines. I had never seen one before, and they showed some things he had never done. We tried them out. Thomason was a superb cocksucker. He just told me to lie back and let him do the work. It was magic. I was terrified I might shoot off in his mouth, but when I did, he loved it, sucking up every drop. He had a thick, rather stubby cock but his cockhead was very tender. I sucked him."
"I took his load just to be polite, and it was better than I thought. He had never fucked or been fucked before. He asked me I would do it to him. I wasn't sure about that, but I did it. My cock was like a hot knife slicing through butter. He loved it. I had the impression sex was something you did to another person. Thomason and I shared the experience. I did it with him, no to him."
"I had his legs on my shoulders and my cock deep in his ass. Every movement I made was wonderful. I made deep strokes and couldn't believe his reactions. He was gasping for air and begging for more. You would think that shoving your cock into the ass of a man you didn't know would be uncomfortable or embarrassing. My cock belonged in his ass. It was sort of like being tucked into a warm bed on a cold night."
"I was so preoccupied with my own feelings I was surprised when I saw his cock spewing sperm all over his hairy gut. I was shocked. His ass constricted and twitched as he shot off. That got me going. I had my first whole body orgasm," Davis explained. "It was as of my entire body had become a super cock and it was totally involved."
"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked.
"Of course I do!" Davis said with a twinkle in his eye. "I would love to explore you sexually, to find out what turns you on and gets you going."
"That sounds educational," I remarked.
Davis laughed. "The education aspect is purely incidental. Perhaps pure isn't the right word," he said. "I am an older man who enjoys younger men. I use to be a hot property, but I am definitely near my sell by date. I hope you don't think I am a dirty old man, but I understand it if you do. I would like to have sex with you for my own pleasure, but I am more than willing to contribute to your enjoyment."
There was a gap in the conversation. "I'm kind of dusty and dirty, do you think I could take a shower?" I asked. Christmas came early for Davis. I'm hairy for my age. Davis was hairy too, but in his case, every inch of his body was tanned, toned and manicured. His cock was long and thin, but pretty. Hank's cock was utilitarian. Tom's battering ram-like impressive. Davis had a friendly looking cock.
I rinsed off in a shower then Davis took me too his Jacuzzi, and turned the jets on. The water felt great. He was in no rush; there was no pressure. I was more eager to get to his cock. He appreciated that. It was also much larger erect than soft. I thought I had figured out the ratio between soft and hard cocks, but I misjudged Davis.
We kissed. He loved my tits, but eventually I sat on his cock in the Jacuzzi. I was facing him and it was wonderful. Davis seemed to know what I was feeling. "This will only get better when you have done it more and are completely naked," he said.
"I think I'm naked now."
"You are still tense and nervous. You don't know what is expected or what you should do," Davis said. Eventually you will relax. You will eventually realize your cock and even your ass are sensory organs like your eyes or tongue. You will be as comfortable exercising them as you are tasting food or listening to music."
"Well, they aren't exactly like my ears," I replied.
Davis laughed. "You are right. When you eat food, you feel the joy of taste, but the food is simply consumed. Right now, my cock is rubbing your insides and giving to pleasure. Your tight hole and warm ass are intensely stimulating to me. We are sharing experiences; both are pleasurable, but slightly different. The more we share the more pleasurable the experience will be." I squeezed my ass and Davis moaned.
"It is difficult for many men to open themselves to the possibilities. We are taught to be strong and reserved," Davis continued. The more open you are, the better it will be. That is both emotionally and physically."
"Are you talking about my emotions or my ass?" I asked.
"Your ass is just right!" he replied. "Would you, by any chance, like to switch positions? I would love to feel your cock in my ass."
"I've very excited. I wouldn't last long," I said. I didn't need much convincing to fuck him. He told me to take my time and I did. I didn't know what to expect, but it was better than I dreamed. Inside his ass, all was warm and juicy. His sphincter was tight and resisted my initial entry. Once I was in, he used it to grasp my cock. Moaned especially when I was in deep and then slowly pulled out.
We traded positions several time. With each new entry, the sensations became more intense. It was wonderful.