The Abbey 2
By Bald Hairy Man.
This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely.
Say what you will about the church, once we decided to revitalize the Abbey of St. Sergius and Bacchus, the word was out. The plan was to open the Abbey in five or six months. I moved there several weeks after my first visit and our first bothers arrived a week later. There was a need. I got calls from priests and parishioners who had men who would be suited for the abbey. We were after men who had fallen through the cracks. In modern America there were many of these.
Technically they were going to become lay brothers in the order. I thought this was a stretch in some ways, but I worked out well. The first man to join us was Mario Sabato. He was young and had been badly injured in a motorcycle accident. Physically, he was somewhat lame, but the major damage affected his brain. He had lived with his elderly parents. According to his priest, they all but imprisoned him. They wouldn't send him to a home or even a group home. A monastery was acceptable for them.
Mario's priest said the parents wanted to protect their son, but Mario had normal needs and desires. He needed to be with friends and have some sort of a life. His mother treated him like a child. When Mario arrived at the monastery Ivan and Franz took a shine to him. Mario was handsome if a bit pale and sickly looking. He had not been outside in a year or so.
The next day Bob Wilberforce arrived. He was a retired Marine, 63 years old. He had a heart problem and was on disability. Bob stated his occupation as a retired alcoholic. His disability payments were small and left him living on the edge of homelessness. He was a bluff, outgoing man who freely admitted his problems. He didn't mention he was also a much decorated war veteran.
Mario and Bob were good for me. They had problems, but they weren't major or serious. I had a chance to discover how to run the place. Fortunately, everyone liked Ivan. He was a natural leader of men and liked finding projects for the men.
Fortunately Mario and Bob were so grateful to be out of their former situation, they were willing to help. Mario had been watching the cartoon channel for four years and liked physical activity. At first he was very slow and got frustrated trying to accomplish simple tasks. He had trouble getting his body to do what he wanted.
Ivan was patient and Bob seemed to look on Mario as a son or younger brother. Ivan had discovered the ruins of some garden structures and a grotto. They decided to dig them out and restore them. Randall was planting a vegetable garden. Bob was enthusiastic about that.
I got to like and understand Franz. He had an endless capacity for doing work. He seemed like an effeminate, flaming queen, but if he wanted to do something, he would do it. If he didn't know how to do it, he'd learn. Bob took an immediate dislike to him, but after a few days they made peace. Bob had done a stint as a dishwasher in a restaurant and he took over that chore. They actually became friends.
Ron arrived two weeks later. Ron was an ex con. He was a 55-year-old black man who had spent thirty years in the pen for a crime he hadn't committed. Freed by DNA evidence, his family and friends were all gone when he left jail. He was huge, a good 6'-5" tall and muscular. While he was a physically intimidating man, Ron was lost when he got out and needed a place where he could be safe.
Ron was a sweet guy, but his IQ was just above borderline retarded. Ron loved the garden. His grandfather had one, and he had fond memories of fresh cooked vegetables. Ron knew nothing about gardening, but he was willing to learn. Ivan called him the human roto-tiller. Ron could move dirt.
The six of us made a miss matched group, but after a few minor miss steps, we all got along. I was so busy my schedule didn't mesh with the other brothers except for meal times. It was a week after Ron arrived when I was in the steam room for the first time with the men.
I was with Franz when Bob popped his head in. He saw we were naked, sitting on the bench. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," he said.
"Come on in," I said. "We're all bothers now."
Bob, Mario and Ron entered. "It a big room," Bob said. "Big enough for all of us."
"Brothers?" Mario asked.
"Yes. Brothers," I said.
Ron laughed. "I bet you didn't know you had a black brother," he said. The rest of the men laughed too. Ron sat next to Franz. He looked down and saw Franz's horse cock. "I didn't know white guys had cocks that big," he said. Ron was a bit shy and had his hand over his equipment.
There were gales of laugher.
"We are bothers after all," I said. "Even if we're brothers who have just met. Maybe you and Franz really are related."
"I don't have a brother," Mario said. "I've never had a brother."
"I use to play with my brothers. I was the youngest. We had lots of fun," Ron said. "We can have fun."
"I never had any bothers, but the guys in my unit were like brothers," Bob said. "One for all and all for one. We called ourselves the 23 Musketeers."
Ivan came into the room with Randall. "It's nice to see this place filled with men," Ivan said. "This is the way it was meant to be."
"Ivan the Bear!" Mario exclaimed. He stood up and hugged Ivan. Ivan hugged him back. They sat together. Ivan had his arm around Mario's shoulder. Mario was hairy too, with a thick mat of chest hair. Ivan rubbed Mario's shoulders. As he did, both men's cocks began to rise. When Franz saw that his cock inflated like a balloon.
The steam wasn't very thick, so you could see everything. I didn't comment on the erections. Pulling my legs up, I sat back. In this position my balls, cock and hole were exposed. Ron looked at me and smiled.
"I've been in prison too long," he said. "As I use to tell the new guys, don't advertize what's not for sale."
"There's nothing for sale here," I said. "Every thing here is free for the asking."
"You do need to ask politely," Ivan added. "We're all alone here, there's nothing wrong with having some fun, is there, Brother Jules?"
"Some might disagree, but there's nothing wrong with helping a friend out," I said. "If `do unto other what you would have them do to you' is the golden rule, some fun with friends is fine."
"My Momma told me sex is bad. Girls get pregnant," Ron said.
Bob laughed. "I think I can speak for everyone here and assure you, none of us will get pregnant," Bob said. There was more laughter. It took Ron some time to get the joke, but he finally got it and joined in the laughter.
"Are you serious about having fun?" Bob asked. "Real fun?" Bob was at half staff. He had big, plumb sized balls and a short, thick, uncut cock. The head was peaking out of the skin.
I stroked my cock. "We don't have televison here," I said. Ron looked at my cock and smiled. He moved his hand and exposed his cock. It was longer than Franz's, but not as thick.
"We had fun in the prison too," he said. "But it wasn't always nice. My friend Edgar was nice, but he got out ten years ago."
"As I said, the golden rule is our rule," I said. "We're brothers who share."
"How do you know what's okay?" Ron asked. After all those years in prison, Ron wanted to make sure he understood the rules.
"Just ask, Brother Ron. Just ask!" Ivan exclaimed.
Ron looked Franz in the eye. "Can I suck your cock?" he asked. "I've never sucked a cock that big before."
"Be my guest," Franz replied. "I've never said, " no" to a man in need!" Ron dropped to his knees and deep throated Franz's horse cock. Ivan stroked Mario's cock and Bob looked at Ivan's hard meat.
"Take it from me, Bob," I said. "Ivan won't mind." Everyone was occupied except for me. Since Ivan, Mario and Bob already formed a threesome, I decided to join Franz and Ron.
"Is it what you expected, Ron?" I asked.
"It's better," he replied. "Damn, it's big." I glanced over at mine. "Your cock is nice too."
"Do you like to suck?" I asked. "What else do you like?"
Ron looked at me uneasily. "I like lots of things," he answered. "I don't know if they're all nice."
"What do you mean?"
"Some things are dirty," he whispered.
"Ron, things are only dirty if you're doing them for the wrong reason," I explained. "If you're doing it to humiliate or embarrass a person, it's dirty. If you're doing it to give him pleasure and to feel pleasure yourself, it's not dirty."
"You think so?" he asked.
"Yes. Telling a joke to embarrass someone is bad, but telling a joke so you can all laugh is just fine."
"People use to make fun of me because I'm so small," Franz added. "Guys use to call Ivan the gorilla or the bear."
"You have a horse cock, no one should make fun of you," Ron said. I reached over and played with Ron's cock. It was half hard and must have been ten inches.
"You're big too," I whispered to him. Ron smiled. I stoked it.
"That feels good," he said. "Really good." I leaned over and licked the slit. It was moist with pre cum. I took the entire cock head into my mouth. Ron's cock twitched and I think I tasted the slightly bitter taste of cum. He must have squirted a single glob of man seed.
"If this is what brotherly love is, I'm all for it," Bob said. Randall was behind him and hand his hands on his shoulders. I couldn't see, but I think Randall's hard meat was rubbing the back of Bob's head.
"I don't know about you men, but I need to get out of here and into a cooler room," I said. We went into the big room and I got in the central pool. The sun was setting and it golden-pink light filled the room. Franz sat on the edge of the pool, pink was his color, and his huge member was bathed in the pink glow.
Franz was small and delicate, but his bloated cock was anything but delicate. It was thick and club like, covered in throbbing veins. His cock head was a purplish-blue and pre cum drooled from the slit. I felt an itch deep in my ass and I knew his cock was the only way to scratch it. I'm not much of a bottom, but I wanted Franz's cock. Even though it was bigger than any other cock I had taken before, somehow, I knew it would fit.
I was staring at it and Franz must have guessed what I wanted. The edge of the central pool was a wide stone seat. Ivan had several bottles of baby lotion sitting on the bench. I squeezed some on my hand and worked it into my ass. Then I poured some on Franz's erect member. I coated it with the slippery lotion.
Ron and Bob saw what I was doing. "Do you think you can take it?" Bob asked.
"I think so," I replied as I straddled Franz's love pole.
"I steady you," Bob said as I lowered myself on the organ. Ron got on one side of me and Bob got on the other side. They held me steady as I sat back. I bounced on the cock head.
"Take your time, bother Jules," Franz said. "We've got all the time in the world. Take it easy." I continued to bounce on his head.
"Lift up and let me squirt more of this lotion in there," Bob said. The cool liquid felt good. Ivan came over to us.
"Take a sniff of this," he said. "A little bit of sugar makes the medicine go down." I took a deep snort from the small bottle. I bounced again. A second or two later the fumes hit. My ass suddenly opened up and Franz's monster cock head was in the dark side of my ass. In another second my entire ass opened wide and I felt as if I were melting onto his cock. It was in.
"Damn, that was pretty," Ron said. "I've never seen anything that pretty since Edgar took mine."
"I saw it, but I still can't believe it fit," Bob murmured.
"Where there's a will there's a way," Ivan said. "Are you okay?" he asked me. I nodded, since I couldn't talk. The sensations were too intense. "Try and relax. It will feel better in a minute. Shit, it will feel great in two or three minutes."
Ivan had been there before and he knew what I was feeling. He was right. I was dazed at first, then the sensations became interesting and novel. It's difficult for a middle-aged man to feel something really new, but that's what I was feeling. After two or three minutes Franz's cock began to work its magic.
Somehow his cock and my ass began to merge. They functioned as a single sensory organ. My twitches and his thrusts began to work together. The sensations began to snowball. I think it was more like a small stream in a flash flood. What started as a small dribble osd sensation, turned into a stream, then became an overwhelming deluge of sexual ecstasy.
I don't know exactly what happened. I could only feel; I couldn't think. What ever happened, it was good. The brothers were watching me and got into it too. When I shot off they were all sprayed with my seed. No one complained.
Ron and Bob helped to lift me off of Franz's cock. When it cleared my ass, Franz began to shoot. I felt his jiz squirting against my hole.
"Look, Jules' ass is still open!" Mario cried. Apparently Franz had streched me so wide, my ass stayed open for a few seconds after he vacated my hole. Ron left me on my back on a stone bench.
Mario came over to me, raised my legs and eased his cock into my ravaged hole. Mario had a nice, sensibly scaled cock. My ass lining was sensitive after Franz and Mario's cock felt good. He was gentle and careful as if he were afraid of hurting me. Mario began to moan as he filled my ass with his cum. Having come of my sexual high, I knew what Mario was doing. I have no idea when he had last shot off, but he must have ejaculated for a minute or two before he pulled out.
Mario's cock was still dribbling when he pulled out. Ron saw it and dropped to his knees. He lapped up the ball juice.
"I think we're all going to be having a good time here," Bob muttered. "I hadn't guessed anyone here was into it as much as I am. I'm a cum hound too." He rubbed Ron's shaved head. "We'll have to fight over who gets the next load."
Ron stood up. "Be my guest. It just a habit for me," he said. "In the pen it was best to eat the evidence."
"I like it fresh from the spigot." Bob said. He got on his knees and coaxed a few more drops of cum from Mario's cock.
"I like it here," Mario said.