The Top Hat Club. 2
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 winarch47@yahoo.com
We had little events at the carriage house. It was small and cozy. In the country you could pretend you were skinny dipping like the old times. In the carriage house, it was crowded, and Stevenson suggested that you could make more space when your cock was in another man's ass.
We added a poet to our group, Valentine Rose. Val was a delicate, small man who possessed the genitals and attitude of a bull in heat. He came with a painter friend Rocky Endurance. Rocky looked like a wrestler but was a Cubist, Futurist, Dada, or an Impressionist depending on wind direction as far as I could tell. He was energetic and emotional.
Rocky was madly in love with the man he was with from the time he became erect and the orgasm. He then fell out of love. Sensible men enjoyed the interlude of love but were relieved when it was over. A long-term relationship with Rocky was exhausting.
Stevenson was able to sense the human being under the pretentions and affectations of eccentric men. Val had been a conscientious objector and served as a Red Cross medic on the front. Rocky was a flyer who faced death every time he took to the air. All was well with them when they were sexually engaged.
The most unusual of our new members was Officer O'Toole. We were on his beat. He was a caricature of an Irish Cop. He was loud, boisterous and had red hair from head to toe combined with a heart of gold. He lived with his widowed mother and two sisters and a brother. He had a sensible approach to prohibition and a firm dislike of opium dens.
I don't know how Stevenson discovered O'Toole's sexual interests, but the cop had an exceptionally thick fuck tool and huge balls. I walked in to find O'Toole sucking Stevenson, so I joined in. We formed a little ring connected mouth-to-cock. I sucked O'Toole. His cock was responsive and dripped and drooled precum. Eventually I swallowed all the cop's load.
His mother taught him to be neat, and not only did I take his load, but I also took the post orgasmic drips. He told me he was pleased I took his load; I swallowed the evidence. He liked that a lot. O'Toole's balls were productive, and he ejaculated massive loads. He would drop by once and a while. I would suck him to an orgasm, swallow his load and then he would go back to his beat, relaxed and smiling.
By accident, Roster and Bunny visited us when Rocky and Valentine came for a drink. O'Toole came by after he finished his shift. I thought they were unlikely men to get along. We lived in the Village and the area was known for eccentrics. They knew Stevenson had a taste for man sex, and open minds with respect to sex.
Valentine, the delicate poet, and I were attracted to O'Toole. Rocky took a shine to Stevenson and Bunny. I had heard stories about men who "weren't in the mood." Curiously, Stevenson and I never knew anyone who had that problem. I was not sure such a person resided in Greenwich Village.
There was one aspect to the Top Hat Club I came to realized was important. Top Hat sex between men could be leisurely and relaxed. Most man sex was a race to the orgasm before someone caught you. It was often in the dark in unpleasant places. It was tense, quick, and soon over.
With friends in a private home, men could relax and explore. You could enjoy the path to the orgasm as well as the orgasm itself. Rocky had a chance to explore Bunny' ass. Rocky's cock took the opportunity to massage Bunny's prostate. Since Stevenson was sucking Bunny's cock, he told Rocky when Bunny was getting close.
For the first time, Bunny experienced total nudity. Physically he was totally naked, but he was now sexually naked since Rocky and Stevenson had control of his sex organs. Bunny had only one choice, ejaculation. Rocky miscalculated and shot off deep in Bunny's ass. Bunny began to ejaculate, and Stevenson took every drop.
O'Toole's ass was virgin, Valentine's thin cock slid easily into O'Toole's ass. I was sucking the policeman's cock as he sucked me. Valentine's thrusts generated a reaction in O'Toole's cock. That got my sex juices going, and O'Toole's was turned on when he tasted them. He discovered the road to an orgasm was part of sex. Sex wasn't just the orgasm.
O'Toole had a beautiful orgasm. He dressed and went home.
"I don't think your cock is too big for my ass," Valentine whispered to me.
"I'm still fully loaded. I might make a Mess," I said.
"I want it all, every spurt and every drip," he replied.
I didn't expect Valentine to be experienced. I was fucking his ass. His ass was massaging my cock. It was beautiful.
"Damn your good," he moaned. "Is it all in me?"
I made a hard trust. "It's all in you now!" I said. He moaned again. I relaxed and gently probed his ass. Valentine relaxed too. That allowed me to get deeper into his body. I do not fall in love, but I do make friends. You don't get closer to another man more than sucking his cock or taking his cock in the ass. Valentine wasn't my type, but we became friends.
Valentine joked that he had taken so much of my sperm, I was his brother. He got close to O'Toole too. They were physically and intellectually opposites. Remarkably O'Toole's over sized cock was a good fit for Valentine's delicate ass. Valentine was a good observer of people, and he saw O'Toole as a man in need, who needed to slow down and relax.
As a cop, O'Toole was always on the watch, looking for problems and potential problems. When his tool eased into Valentine's ass, O'Toole could relax. He could focus on the sexual intensity. Valentine told him to slow down and enjoy the trip, not just race to the climax. The sexual experience went from five to ten minutes to a half hour.
O'Toole believed in fair play and eventually he opened his ass to Valentine's cock. Valentine introduced the cop to some hard-to-reach sex organs in his ass. O'Toole was surprised and pleased. When sex is good, it requires no explanation. No one has to tell you it was good or bad. You know immediately.
I came to realize that I was known as an unusually accommodating man. I was surprised by that. I didn't think that was true. When I thought about it, I realized that I rarely said no to any sexual opportunity. I was with a group of like-minded men and that influenced my thinking.
I talked about that with Stevenson. He told me not to worry. He thought that being a sex crazed slut was one of my best qualities. I was a bit taken aback by that, but Stevenson tended to be a realist, and if he thought I was sex crazed, I was sex crazed.
Several day later I was still thinking about my sexual drive when Rocky came by with some paintings. Since we had a regular stream of visitors, he used our place to display them. These paintings were unusual since they were of flowers. They were native plants of Greenwich Village, so there were weeds that could thrive in harsh conditions. Much to my surprise, they were quite beautiful. They weren't conventional, but they were striking.
I liked them and Rocky was surprised. We had a nice conversation and somehow, we were soon in my bedroom naked. Rocky looked more like a construction laborer than an artist. When I took a good look at him, I realized he was my type. It turned out that he was a pipe fitter. His pipe fit in my ass.
His cock was a perfect fit. He had considerable stamina and fuck for a half hour or more. He must have oozed precum nonstop. When he finally shot off, it was unexpectedly affectionate. He had a good time, and he injected a thank you note in my ass.
"I usually dislike shooting off. It means things are over," he said, "It was so beautiful in you, I wanted to leave a present. I hope that is okay for you?"
I told him it was more than okay for me. When he left, I had a warm feeling for him.
Stevenson was a way for a week at his grandmother's funeral. She was 97 years old, and Stevenson described her as being closer to normal than anyone else in the family. I stayed in the mews.
Rooster and Buddy came by to see me. "As you know we have been friends and sexual playmates with Stevenson for years. We are in a rut. I was wondering what it would be like if we were to let our hair down and see what happens," Rooster said.
"I was thing we might do an audition for an orgy at Nero's palace," Buddy said. "We have noticed that you are into variety and might be interested."
"You think I'm that slutty?" I said.
"No, we were hoping you're that slutty," Buddy replied.
I burst into laughter. "You guessed right!" I replied. Minutes later we were naked.
Their objective was to double fuck me. Rooster and Buddy were closer than they let anyone know. They wanted to be cock, to cock in a tight ass. They hoped to shoot off together and bathe their cocks in their pal's sperm.
I know I'm an accommodating man, but sometimes I get surprised when I realize how far I can go to accommodate friends. I had a feeling they knew more about me than I did. Rooster and Buddy were well equipped, but their cocks were long, but of average thickness. They had large plumb like knobs.
Roster asked me if I had ever taken two cocks up my ass. I said no. He then asked if I would like to try it. I said it might be interesting. Rooster and Buddy took that as a yes. I thought it was a maybe, but I didn't correct him.
Buddy was on the bed lubricating his cock. I sat on it and his cock slid in easily and he knew it hit some good places. As usual, I played hard to get when I moaned, "That's beautiful!"
"The men told me you had a great ass," Buddy said. I wiggled around some, and Rooster took up position, nudging his cock into my ass. He made a hard thrust and he was in.
"Damn, it's tighter than I guessed," Rooster said. "You are a wonder!" Rooster's cock was fucking me and massaging Buddy's cock. Rooster made careful motions easing deeper into me. Buddy was moaning as Rooster's cock rubbed his cock.
Rooster slowed up a few times when I got too close to shooting. "Billy, I'm right on the edge and can shoot off at any time. Tell me when you've had enough. I can pull out or shoot off in you."
"Fill me up!" I said. A few minutes he lost it and read loaded me. Buddy began to shoot too. They alternated ejaculating, so I felt each man squirting. When they calmed down, Rooster pulled out, followed by Buddy. I felt empty, but Rooster had his tongue in my ass seconds later. Buddy said he had to go to an appointment, so he dressed and left. Rooster stayed with me.
"Could you tell that Buddy, and I are really close?" Rooster asked.
"I guessed you weren't casual acquaintances," I said.
He laughed. "During the war I avoided personal relationships. So many men died, getting too close to a man made it worse," Rooster said. "I didn't know I could love a man like Buddy," he said.
"Did you get engaged in my ass?" I asked.
Rooster laughed again. "You are close to the truth. Buddy and I are both tops. Your ass was a wedding chapel for us. I hope that doesn't offend you?" Rooster explained. "The newspapers would describe it as a private ceremony in a private chapel. There was an exchange of tokens of affection."
"Was it what you hoped for?" I asked.
"Yes, and more than I hoped. Your ass was much more than I expected," Rooster said. "I thought your ass would be just the container for our cocks. You welcomed us to your ass. I could feel your excitement. It was lovely." He dressed and went home.
A minute or two later, someone was knocking at the door. It was Officer O'Toole. I asked him in.
"I was called in late last night due to a messy murder. I'm off duty now," he said. "I saw Rooster and Buddy leave. Are you still interested in some company?"
"Well, we had a nice workout," I said. "I wouldn't mind some more fun, but the left a souvenir in my ass, so it might be messy."
"Is messy and slippery the same thing?" he asked. I said yes.
"Would you like to take a second load?" he asked.
"It would be the third," I said. He was already unbuttoning his uniform. We went back to my bedroom. O'Toole's cock was thick and pushed Rooster and Buddy's sperm deeper in me.
"Even though your ass has been used, it's still tight," he said. "It's still beautiful. Lube is good, but when it comes straight from guys balls, it's beautiful."
"It gives you a little tingle?" I asked.
"It's more than a little tingle," he replied. "Is it okay if I take my time?"
I liked O'Toole more than Rooster and Buddy. Their sperm gave extra stimulation to O'Toole. He was churning their sperm into a love potion deep in my ass. His cock seemed a little longer and was going deeper into me.
O'Toole's first ejaculation inspired me to shoot off. Each of his ejaculations made my cock shoot another volley of cum.
"That was beautiful," O'Toole said. Do you think that fucking a guy and shotting off in his ass makes you friends?"
"It sure is hard to pretend you are strangers when a guy unloads his balls in your ass," I said.
"I have a big family, and know lots of people," he said. "I don't have many friends. I'm too afraid they will discover I like sex with men. Do you think we could get close?"
I told him we could work on it. "If I said that sex with you is spectacular, would you think I'm superficial?" I asked.
"I think about my cock slipping into your backside almost every night," he told me. "I get excited watching other guys plow you. I sound like I'm a sex maniac when I say that."
I smiled. "A little sex maniac makes your sperm sweeter," I said. Ten minutes later he was Officer O'Toole again and I was a friend, a happy friend.
Stevenson returned for the funeral with a 20-year-old nephew, Alistair. Alistair had made a pass at him. Stevenson rejected the pass but told him he had a friend him out. Officially Alistair was here to see the big city. The other news from the funeral was that Stevenson was $4,000.000.00 richer. I knew he was wealthy but didn't know how wealthy.
The next morning, Stevenson was off to spend the day with his lawyers and bankers. I was alone with Alistair. I thought we might see the sites of the metropolis. He told me he wanted some sex.
"I'm a complete stranger," I said. "We've just met."
"I've only had sex with strangers," Alistair said.
I laughed and asked, "I had the same experience when I was younger. If I suggested we get naked and see what happens, would that be too much?"
"I've never had sex with a naked man before," he said. "I'm more than ready!" We went to my bedroom.
Alistair was slim. He had been on the crew team at college, so he was muscular. He had a hairy chest and was well equipped.
"Your big," he said. I dropped to my knees and began sucking his uncut tool. When you want sex, talking is a waste of time. He was soft when my lips touch the tip of his foreskin. By the time I pushed back the skin, he was fully erect. A minute or two later I had his entire cock in my mouth. He moaned.
"Pull off! I'm afraid I'm going to shoot," he cried.
I pulled off. "Try to relax, I want more sucking time on your cock," I said.
A minute or so later Alistair said, "No one has sucked me before. I was afraid I was going to shoot off in your mouth."
"Don't worry about that. I like sperm. It's not a problem," I said. "A cock has to do what a cock has to do. It wants to drain your balls. Once it is in the mood, it will eventually get its way."
"You would take mine?" he asked. I nodded.
"Do I have to take yours?" he asked.
I said it was up to him, "Sex with me is voluntary. I don't have a list of requirements."
With that information, Alistair relaxed. I had a good idea of what he wanted. I figured it might take a while for him the admit that to himself. I thought it might take a week or two for him to get comfortable. A sexually repressed young man can grow up quickly where there is a friendly cock in his mouth. Sexual urges are at their height then. He was like a dam that had a little leak. During a flood, the leak can expand and then fail in seconds destroying the dam.
I was caressing Alistair's tender cock head when I tasted a drop of cum. A second later my mouth was filled with his sperm. I swallowed and Alistair filled my mouth a second time. When he stopped shooting, he looked at me, saw his sperm quivering in my mouth and we kissed.
More correctly, he was feeding on his own cum. We had a little tongue battle over who would get most of his sperm. I let him win.