Salvation House. 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 bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
Franklin Howard and Jeremy Jones created Salvation House as a home for troubled Christian Men. The residents could have conventional jobs but stayed at the home to protect them from the sins and dangers of the world. Howard and Jones were members of the Universalist Salvation Church. They welcomed all Christian men from many denominations, but they tended to attract men from evangelical or fundamentalist denominations.
Franklin was Episcopalian and Jones was Catholic. They attracted men who were varied. They were connected by their faith and a common sexual preference, a preference for men who liked sex with other men. Most came from strict, fundamentalist back grounds. Most were disturbed by their preferences. Some had been disturbed to the point of self-harm.
It might surprise some people to know that a few of their pastors, ministers, or priests were aware of these sexual preferences and when the encountered a needy man they recommended visiting Salvation House. Franklin and Jeremy were good at handling these problems. They provided the opposite of Gay Conversion therapies. They channeled these sinful thoughts into good relationships. Franklin thought that men needed to encounter heathy, mutually satisfactory sex with other men. Jones believed that the Good Samaritan was gay, and the parable was intended to direct gay men into loving concern for their fellow men.
Some might think Franklin and Jeremy were guided by expediency and selfish interests, but they would be wrong. Both men realized that good sex was its own reward, but that good sex was created for a reason. If gay sex was so bad, why was it so enjoyable? Jeremy felt that while flowers were beautiful, the reproductive purpose of flowers didn't require beauty. Reproduction could exist without pleasure.
Both men realized that self-interest and physical enjoyment played a role in sex. The pleasurable aspects of sex were not bad when used for any function other than reproduction. Music is pleasurable even if it is not a hymn. A painting does not need to be of a religious scene to be beautiful.
Salvation House provided two services. You could find sexual satisfaction there. More importantly you could find that satisfaction in a safe, one hundred percent private environment. Your secrets were safe at Salvation House. Officially it was a retreat center where men could find peace and calm through prayer.
While stays at Salvation House had a fee, Franklin was a wealthy man. The building had been a residential home for troubled men. It had a mixture of private rooms and barracks type spaces. The barracks had been used for deeply troubled men who needed supervision. The Residential home went bankrupt and Franklin bought it for a song.
Both Franklin and Jeremy were eccentric men. Franklin considered himself to be a deep thinker. Jeremy was more down to earth. He referred to the barracks as the meat rack. Both men were endowed with oversized sex drives, but both kept that drive under control. Franklin was endowed with and ability to recognize problem men. Since they didn't provide any mental services the sent men with that sort of problem to an appropriate facility.
I am Julian Maxwell, and I was one of the first residents of Salvation House. My parents were attracted to what might be best described as eccentric and extreme religious purity. They didn't care if the religion was Christianity, Muslim, Jewish, Hindu, or worshiped Elvis. As long as it was extreme, they liked it. Sexual abstinence was the dominant characteristic of all these religions or cults with the possible exception of Elvis Cults.
I met Jeremy at a health club in the swimming pool. My membership was a perk of my job. The company I worked for encouraged its staff to exercise after the President had a heart attack. Most of the staff exercised at noon or after work. I went early in the morning. Jeremy and I were often alone in the pool and we showered after swimming laps.
I was a scrawny, rather ordinary 30-year-old accountant. Jeremy was a handsome, tanned guy who was fifteen years older than me. I was shy and tried to hide my genitals. Jeremy was outgoing, not shy, nor modest at all.
I was hairy and had large genitals. My parents thought that was a problem since it seemed to back up Darwin's evolutionary theories. I was a throwback. Looking back that was strange, but I discovered my father was my mother's second husband. She never told me that Dad wasn't my father. He was a college football player and it had been a shotgun marriage. He died in a car accident.
After a few weeks I was brave enough to look at Jeremy. That meant he could see me. He was handsome, and I noticed he didn't have a tan line.
"Damn, I hadn't guessed you were so well hung," he said.
I blushed and said, "It has been an embarrassment."
"I would bet 90% of the men in the world would be willing to trade. It's a beauty!" he replied.
I noticed his cock looked bigger and realized he was getting hard. My cock was doing the same.
"I live a few blocks from here. Would you like to have a cup of coffee?" he asked.
"I have to get to work," I said.
"Do you swim on Saturdays? How about tomorrow?" he asked. I said that would be fine.
I could hardly sleep that night. I thought I wouldn't show up, but that would be rude. The next morning, I went to the gym as usual and Jeremy was there. An hour later I was in his apartment. Fifteen minutes later he was sucking my cock.
I didn't know anything could feel that good; he knew what he was doing. He wasn't shy at all and also knew lots of things you could do with a cock.
He asked me if I liked what he was doing. I said yes. I told him I wasn't sure what I should be doing. I was afraid I might make a mess.
Jeremy told me I was doing fine. He said my cock tasted great and he liked eating the stuff that drools from my cock. He then began sucking me again.
It was good, but I soon recognized the word good wasn't enough to describe what I felt. In my thirty years, nothing I had experienced came close to equaling what I felt as Jeremy sucked me. Suddenly my cock exploded in his mouth. My cock was twitching, and he was eating the sticky goo I shot into his mouth. I thought I had done something wrong, but Jeremy seemed to like it.
"What do I have to do?" I asked. "What do you want?"
"I've just swallowed what I want," Jeremy said.
"Do I have to swallow yours?" I asked.
"That is for when you want it," he said. "Eventually you will want it, but that takes time."
I didn't think that would happen, but I was still hard. He coated my cock with some cool slippery stuff. He suddenly straddled me and sat on my cock. It slid deep into his ass. It was warm, slippery, and tight. He began to bounce on my cock.
"There is more juice in you balls," he said. "I want you to shoot it into my ass."
"I couldn't do that," I said. I didn't know if I was fucking him, or if he was using my cock to massage his ass. Jeremy tightened his sphincter to grab my cock, and I shot off a second time.
"Damn, I can feel you shooting. You're a keeper. You've got potential," he moaned.
I was embarrassed that I had shot off in him. Of course, it felt wonderful. The intense pleasure did battle with the embarrassment.
Somehow Jeremy knew what I was thinking. "You cock is attached to your body. It's not only for pissing, shooting off is a natural function. It just does what come naturally," he explained.
"You liked it?" I asked.
"I sure did," he replied. "I'm not exactly new to this, and I can assure you, that I loved every minute of it."
"I've never done anything like this before," I said. "What am I supposed to do now?"
"Julien, you are not supposed to do anything, least of all something you are uncomfortable with. I enjoyed it and you enjoyed it," he said. "You can go home and never see me again. If you want to come back, I would love that, but that is up to you."
We got dressed and I went home. I wasn't sure that I would return. It was too much for me.
Don, my oldest friend from school, came by. He was at a theological school and wanted to be a preacher. I told what I had done with Jeremy. I thought he would tell me to repent, although I wasn't sure that repenting would be enough to be forgiven for what I did.
Don told me that he had thought about doing the sort of stuff, and he wanted to know what it felt like. I told him it was scary but shockingly pleasurable. He wanted to know about Jeremy and if he was a nice guy. All of that was a surprise to me.
Someone said that to know yourself is the beginning of all knowledge, or something like that. I had the feeling that Don and I didn't know ourselves at all.
Two days later I realized that I wanted to see Jeremy again. A little later I realized that I wanted to have sex again, and I wanted to do more. I wanted to suck his cock. In the back of my mind I wondered what his cock would taste and feel like. I wondered what he felt when my cock was up his ass. I told Don about that. He told me he would like to meet Jeremy.
I was surprised when Jeremy said I was welcome to come over with Don. I didn't occur to me that bringing over another young gay man for sex would not be a problem. It turned out that Don had some experience with men but had never been with a man in a private house.
When we got there, we stripped, and Jeremy immediately began to suck me. Don had no hesitation sucking Jeremy. A little later Jeremy sucked Don. Don was moaning. I was close to Jeremy's cock and somehow it was in my mouth. I knew I was into cocks, but I was surprised that his cock head and the stuff drooling from his slit really turned me on. I had never tasted a man's sex juices before. It was incredibly intimate. I was tasting his sexual excitement.
"I'm shooting!" Don cried. I knew Jeremy was taking his load. A few seconds later Jeremy shot off in my mouth. I felt as if I had won the lottery. I don't think I knew you could or would eat another man's sperm. It was pure sexual excitement.
The three of us relaxed. Don said he had never been completely naked with a man before. "I thought I would be embarrassed. Being naked and erect was inconceivable."
"You liked it?" Jeremy asked.
"It was beautiful. I loved it," Don replied.
"I get excited working a guy's cock up to an orgasm," Jeremy said. "I have to admit I love a cock in my mouth, or up my ass."
"My parents didn't seem to think there was a good side to sex. I grew up wondering why anyone would do it," I said. "On the good side, they never mentioned sex with men. I guess that was too awful for them to even consider."
"Your parents must have exchanged notes with my folks," Don said.
"I don't think that is unique," Jeremy said. "My parents were worried that my sisters would get in trouble. They weren't worried about me. I couldn't get pregnant. Does it bother you to be with an old guy like me?"
"Your cock seems young," I said. We all laughed.
"I guess you've been around," Don said.
"I have. Does that bother you?" Jeremy asked.
"I suspect there are a lot of things we haven't tried," Don said. "I wouldn't mind learning some new stuff."
"I like it all. I like sex a lot too, but not everyone likes the same stuff. I like to fuck, but sometimes my cock doesn't fit my playmate's ass. Some guys don't like eating sperm and get turned off if you shoot in them," Jeremy said. "Julian's cock was a perfect fit for my ass."
"Did you fuck him?" Don asked.
"Not yet, but I have a feeling Julian is going to invite me in some day," he replied.
"I kind of think I would like it," Don said.
Jeremy smiled. "You think you would like to have a guy shove his cock up your and pounds away until he shoots off?"
"That's not the most poetic way to describe it," Don said.
"Well, I actually take my time getting into an ass. It can get wilder when we get into it big time," Jeremy said. "I have an old pal who I sometimes share playmates with. Sometimes, I fuck a guy while my pal sucks him. When I shoot off my playmate shoots off and my pal takes the load. That is spectacular."
We talked and sucked a little more and then went home. Don said he might like to meet with Jeremy's pal. I was still shy, but Don was more open. It turns out I was just as open to sexual adventures, but I didn't want to admit it. Looking back this was odd. I must have still thought that gay sex was bad and that men didn't really want to do it. I admitted to myself that I liked it, but I seemed to think that guys wouldn't want or like me.
Don was handsome, and I could understand men liking him. I knew my cock was sort of large, but I saw that as a deformity. That turned out not to be the way gay men saw it. While I was shy, I was less shy when I was naked and erect. Jeremy told me I was accommodating. He said that was high on the list of gay virtues.
A week after Don and I met with Jeremy, he called and said the pal he had mentioned was coming to see him on Saturday and he asked if I wanted to join them. He added that if Don wanted to tag along, that was fine with him.
Saturday, we were at Jeremy's house at two in the afternoon and we met his friend Franklin. He was a distinguished looking older man. He was cordial and pleasant. We were at ease and comfortable with him. After talking a little while he explained he relationship with Jeremy.
"Jeremy and I have been friends for years. I assume you have guessed that we have been more than just friends. Our relationship has been as friends and as sexual partners. We are comfortable enough to include other men in the sexual aspects of our relationship," he explained.
"We enjoy sex greatly and look for men who enjoy it as much as we do. We are not new to man sex. Our amateur days are long past. Jeremy thinks you would enjoy us, and we would enjoy you. We share our cocks, anything that drools, or spurts from our cocks, mouths, and asses for our common enjoyment. Does that shock you?"
"That sounds great to me," Don said. "I've never been fucked, but I'm game."
"I'm not 100% sure about it, but I'm so excited I want to try it," I said.
"Can you see yourself squirming in pleasure on a cock in your ass?" Franklin asked. I said that I thought I could.
"Well, let's get naked and see what happens," Jeremy said. We went to his bedroom-exercise room and stripped. Franklin was in good shape and tanned from head to toe. His cock looked huge.
"Damn you're big," Don said as he looked at it. "I don't think it would fit."
"Don, in the gay world cocks are never too big," Jeremy said. We all laughed. Jeremy began to suck Don, and Franklin began to suck me. I knew they weren't amateurs, but Franklin was a superb cock sucker. I had thought that cock sucking was all the same. He knew how to get me going and then we balanced on the cusp of an orgasm for what seemed like hours.
We broke apart and traded partners. Don was sucking Franklin with great enthusiasm.
"Do you think you could sit on my cock?" Jeremy whispered in my ear. I nodded. Jeremy lubricated his cock before he told me to squirt some lube in my hole. I straddled his cock and carefully sat on it. His knob slipped in easily.
"Bounce a little and your sphincter may think my knob is politely knocking on the door," he said. I did as he suggested. "You're nice and tight. That will be good for me when you let me in," he said.
"Can you just push it in?" I asked.
"I could, but I want you to let me in," he said. I wasn't sure I could do that.
"Damn, I'm shooting!" Don cried.
I was distracted for a second, and Jeremy's cock slid deep into me. I moaned. I had a sensation that we had merged. My cock was rock hard.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Is it all in me?" I asked.
"Every inch," Jeremy replied. "If you want more cock, Franklin would love to stretch you a little more."
In what seemed to be a few seconds, Jeremy had pulled out of me and Franklin was deep in my ass. He had a big cock, but it seemed that his cock head was even bigger. I guess I knew I had a prostate. Franklin knew where it was and what it did. His cock head massaged it and then went way deep.
"I leak a lot when I'm fucking. I usually ask a guy if he wants me to cum in him. I don't think I can hold it back," Franklin said. "I can do a squirt or shoot the whole load into you. Which do you want?"
"I want it all," I said. By then he was already ejaculating. When he was finished, he pulled out and Jeremy re-entered me.
"Damn, it's smooth as silk," Jeremy moaned. He shot off quickly. I was on my back on the bed with my legs spread wide, Franklin and Jeremy's cum was drooling from my ass. Don was still hard, and he used his cock to push the thick cream back into my ass.