Seed & Feed 3
By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com
This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that I have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. This is an all new story. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments.
Few things are more annoying than having a man you hardly know, understand you better than you understand yourself. Jack seemed to think I was a size queen who longed to get fucked by his horse cock. When he told me this, I didn't laugh in his face only because I was too polite.
Two days later I found myself thinking about his cock a lot, almost constantly in fact. His cock was so big it was almost ugly and Jack was no looker. What got me excited was Jack's masculinity, I think. He was just about as masculine as was possible. Some of that was because there was nothing pretty or handsome about him. He was all man. The rest of my attraction was for his cock.
Three days after our conversation I found myself walking down his street past his house. As luck would have it, Jack was on the porch. He asked if I wanted a beer, I said sure and went in his house. I expected the place to be a rat's nest. While it wasn't fancy, I was neat and clean. Jack owned a big mut named V-8. V-8 hated me when I walked in the door, but as soon as Jake told him I was a friend the animal began to wag its tail. I had never seen as complete a transformation in a dog.
"V-8's a great dog. He's the perfect watch dog," Jack said. He gave me a beer and we sat in the living room.
The doorbell rang. Jack answered it. It was the UPS man, Roger. It took me a few minutes to realize Roger wasn't making a delivery. He saw me in the room and smiled. He made a daily delivery of components and computer parts to my office, so we were acquainted if not friends.
Roger came in and sat while Jack went to get another beer. "Are you and Jack old friends?" Roger asked.
"Not really, I've seen him around, but never got to really meet him until recently," I said. Jack came back with a beer for Roger and a refill for me. Roger was a good-looking man. He must have been a runner; he was lean and toned. He had a close-cropped brown beard, clear blue eyes and curly brown hair on his chest peaking out from his brown shirt.
We talked for several minutes, but the conversation was forced. We all knew what we wanted but didn't know how to get the ball rolling. I knew what I wanted and suspected Roger and Jack wanted the same.
Jack made the first move. "I'm not sure about you boys, but this has been a slow week for me sexually speaking," he said. "You guys have never met, but take it from me, we all share a common interest. Let's get naked and have some fun."
Roger smiled. "You know I've always liked your sophisticated ways," he said. "I'm game if Jed is?" I was going to play hard to get, but I started to undo my shirt buttons instead. We went to his bedroom.
Like the rest of the small house, the bedroom was neat and clean. Jack turned on the television and had a gay porn movie playing. I had never seen one before.
"Damn, I like your taste in movies," Roger said. Roger was good looking and he got better looking as he got naked. I was embarrassed at how excited I was, but Roger was just as hard. His cock must have had magnetic properties. I was on my knees sucking it in seconds.
"Let's get on the bed so we can all have some fun," Jack suggested. We moved to the bed and soon he was sucking my cock as Roger sucked his. After about five minutes, Jack said, "It's time to rotate." We shifted and I was sucking Jack while Roger sucked me and jack took care of him. I was pleased he was willing to suck me. Roger was a good, enthusiastic sucker.
Roger was a good-looking man and I was surprised he like to suck. I didn't think of myself as a handsome man and somewhere in the back of my mind there was the idea that men were gay because they couldn't get sex with women. I knew Roger could hop into bed with 50% of the women in town. Roger obviously loved man sex. I knew he wasn't faking it.
We took a breather. "It seems we broke the ice easily enough," Roger said. "I've never been in a threesome before. It's like cinemascope on a wide screen."
"When things work out, it's great," Jack said. "No one here seems to be shy. I'd really like to fuck some. Are either of you guys game?"
"You know, I think I'm ready to give it a try," Roger replied. "My asshole has an itch only your cock might be able to scratch."
"Jed hasn't tried it yet either, so maybe we could put on a demonstration," Jack said as he looked at me. "Roger wasn't too sure about it himself until I convinced him it's worth a try. Just think of me as Dr. Jack, Professor of Penetration."
"I guess I'll try it too," I said.
Jack smiled. "Well you boys lie back on the bed and spread your legs. I'll do some opening exercises." He had a tube of lubricant on the side table. He covered his finger with the stuff and touched our asses. "Open wider, I want to get in!"
Roger did exactly what Jack asked and I followed suit. "Open that hole wide!" he ordered. Jack just played with the opening, circling around the hole but not entering. It felt good, but I think Roger liked it more than me. He was moaning. All of a sudden Jack pushed his finger through the sphincter. It was okay, but again Roger liked it more.
Jack had one index finger in my ass and the other in Roger's and was doing the same thing to each of us. It felt good, but I could take it or leave it. Roger was really into it. As Jack pushed deeper, he pressed something in my ass which sent me to the moon. Suddenly Roger and I were both moaning and twitching on Jack's fingers.
Jake had hit my prostate for the first time in my life. I knew prostates existed because of the prostate cancer awareness programs. No one had told me what it did. Somehow they don't mention the recreational potential of the prostate. I had never been so hard in my life. I could barely breathe.
Jake pulled his finger back and let us catch our breath. "I guess you boys understand why you might like to take it in the ass," he said. I nodded. There was now way I could talk for a few more seconds.
"A good finger fuck in a good thing," Jack explained, "but having another man's cock in your ass is a lot better. There's something about having a throbbing piece of man meat in your hole to give it an extra edge." He was hard as a rock and I didn't see how his monster could possibly fit in my ass.
"Damn it's big." I said. "Are you sure I can take it?"
"It may take a while. A few stretching exercises may be in order," Jack said. "You help me with Roger. I'll work on you." I put some lube on my finger and working it into Roger while Jack used two fingers on me. Jack told me where the prostate was and soon I had one finger on each side of the tender gland. Roger went crazy as squeezed his prostate.
I started to suck Roger as I fingered him. He loved that and my constant massaging of his prostate turned his cock into a precum fountain. Jack now had three fingers in my hole. I was excited more by Roger's precum than by Jack's fingers, but I wanted more in my ass. Wiggling my fingers, Roger moaned.
Jack lifted my ass up so he could get to my ass more easily. My mouth was filled with Roger's cum fountain. "We'll try doggy style first," Jack said. "Jed, your virgin days will be over in a few seconds." He nosed his cock into my hole. He didn't shove it in; he just applied pressure.
"I've got a nice big mushroom all slobbered with juicy lube," Jack said in encouragement. "Open your ass lips and let me in." He had a small bottle on the side table. He took it; unscrewed the top and held it to my nose. "Take a nice deep sniff. Poppers can work wonders."
I did as he asked. For a second or two nothing happened, then a wave of desire and lust swept over me. I wanted to swallow Roger's cock hole. My ass lost any ability to resist. Jacks cock popped through the sphincter.
"Damn, you took that real good," Jack said. "Like a pro." He pushed deeper into my ass. There had been a brief sharp pain and as the cock went deeper it vanished. Jack was slow and easy. The only difficult thing was the actual size of his organ. I calmed down after the burst of sensation generated by the poppers.
It was hard to straighten out my emotions. I was sucking the cock of a man I barely knew and had another man's organ probing my ass. I should have been shocked and perhaps disgusted. Try as I might, I couldn't work up the Victorian sense of being appalled by sex. As Jack continued pumping his bloated organ into my ass, the feelings turned from being so new I couldn't understand them, to good and then to intensely pleasurable.
As he pulled out, I squeezed my sphincter to hold it in. "That's it, baby," Jack whispered. "Wiggle your ass a little. It will make the cock fit better." It felt more than better. When I twitched my ass, his tube of man meat directly rubbed my prostate. He was right. The fingers didn't approach the intensity of the cock. I began to shoot, spraying my cock on his sheets. Jack continued to pump until the orgasm was over. Then he pulled out.
"Roger, do you think you're ready?" Jack asked. "It will be a little while before Jed is up to speed again."
"It will be a week or two, I'm afraid," I said.
Jack chuckled. "I'll bet you ten dollars you'll be ready to go again in twenty minutes," he said, clearly am mused. "It's Roger's turn, but I need a little time to recharge." I looked at his half hard cock. It was drooling man cream. Oddly, I felt pleased. I wasn't sure I was doing it right, but I figured if he had climaxed, I could only have been so bad. He was standing as a lob of cum emerged from his cock and dropped to the floor connected by a thin filament to t he slit.
"You're making a mess on the floor," I said.
"Don't worry," Jack said. "V-8 loves it, just like his Daddy. "
We talked for about fifteen or twenty minutes and as Jack had foretold, both he and I were hard again. Roger was a harder nut to crack. I thought he would be wide open with all the finger play in his ass, but he must have tightened up as soon as Jack's cock touched his hole. Jack looked crude, but he was careful with Roger. I had guessed he'd be a slam-bang-thank-you-ma'am fucker, but he didn't want to hurt Roger. Roger had to get home, so he left.
I stayed with Jack and he gave me his theories about fucking. Jack told me he was looking for a return engagement with Roger. "The first guy to fuck me was Charlie Padimore, the truant officer. It left a bad taste in my mouth for years. Someone finally taught me right and it's been different ever since," Jack said.
"Who was your teacher?" I asked.
"I don't usually kiss and tell, but it was Father O'Brien from St. Mary's. He dead now, so I guess it's okay."
"You could get some big bucks with that story if he were alive today," I said.
"Hell no," Jack exclaimed. "My folks are Bible thumping Methodists. They were old-fashioned Christians, not mean enough to be like the crew you see spouting off on the television today. I was trolling for cock in Riverside Park; hooked O'Brien and brought him home to play. It was a dark night. Boy was I surprised when I found out who I had." Jack chuckled. "Not as surprised as he was! He was into twinks and he got the Abominable Snowman. O'Brien was a good sport, though. We had a good time. I wasn't his type and he wasn't mine, so it was all sex without emotional entanglements. "
"We got together every few weeks for several years. He was horse hung and it seemed a shame he wasn't able to bring more joy into the world with his cock. It was a beauty," Jack continued. "The Father was a sweet man and let me do anything I wanted to him and I do mean anything. Eventually, he let me know he liked to fuck, but he didn't insist on it. Well, I owed him, so I figured what the hell. He was slow and easy. By the time he popped in my ass I wanted it big time."
"What ever you did was good for me," I said.
"You're nice and open," Jack said. "That makes things easy. Roger may be too muscular. Those buns of steel can be a detriment in some situations."
"You mean being a couch potato and over weight nerd pays off when I comes to taking it in the ass?"
"Were you fat?" Jack asked. "You look good now."
"I'm trying to firm up things," I said. "If I let go to could get to 250-300 pounds in a heartbeat. My father was that big. He died of a heart attack."
"I don't mind some beef on a man," Jack said. "Sex with really heavy guys is difficult. It takes too much work to get to the cock. The gut gets in the way."
"I can tell you're a romantic," I said.
"I like sex with men and I admit it," Jack said. "Platonic relationships with men are good, but sexual ones are better, as far as I can tell. It funny, I know several men who are looking for Mr. Right. They always seem disappointed. I'm happy with Mr. Right Now. I like the sex and the buzz you get having sex. If I find true love, that will be fine. If I have good sex, that's fine too."
It was getting alter and I went home. It had been a good night.