Thirty-Fifth Reunion 3
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
When we returned home Steven was a different man. To those who knew him casually, he was the same; a prickly and demanding man. I knew he was confused. Part of the problem was that it was difficult for him to admit he wasn't perfect, that his personality lacked some of the basic elements that make a man human. The problem was made more difficult because the solution of the problem was hanging between other men's legs. Making things even worse, the cock had to be large to be truly successful.
Steven was intelligent, gifted, and driven to be a success. He had achieved success, but lacked a rich private life. He had many casual friends and acquaintances. He was well known and successful. In the interior design world, sex was often a stepping stone used to meet people you could use to get ahead. One of his first bosses killed himself after a beautiful boy he loved dumped him for a second rate designer of a much larger firm. Steven kept away from office or professional entanglements
He was aloof and shy in any non-professional situations. He was used to being brilliant and alone. While I was a successful real estate agent, I wasn't "A" list. I wasn't a social butterfly. I had to laugh to myself. I had no butterfly like characteristics.
On a Saturday afternoon, he called and asked if he could come over to talk. Of course I said yes.
"Our trip to see the Rudyard Thompson house was a rare treat, but it has left me disoriented," he said when he got to my house. "It was a beautiful house, and the people were friendly. It has been long time since I met men like them. I have to admit if any of them knocked on my door in New York, I would probably call the police. I was 100% wrong about them."
"They were nice guys. They weren't potential clients, looking for a job, or trying to sell me something," he added. "They all seemed to like sex with other men. They weren't shy and they weren't trying to get anything or prove anything. They seemed to be at ease and comfortable. One man described my ass as being comfortable and exciting."
"Did he shoot off in you?" I asked.
"He did and his buddy fucked me too. He said he loved a cum filled hole. I could feel that," Steven continued. "I felt it when he shot off."
"Did that bother you?" I asked.
"I guess it did in the sense that I was hot and bothered," he said. "It was much more exciting and pleasurable than I would have guessed. I had disliked taking a load. I thought men were just dumping used sperm. For the first time I felt these men were leaving me a thank you gift."
"You like it now?" I asked.
"That is the problem. I don't just like it, I crave it," Steven said. "I didn't know sex could be this good. I have discovered another thing. My family is middle class. Dad sold insurance and mom was a kindergarten teacher. I was desperate to move up in the world. I wanted to be elite and I did it. I was shocked at the excitement I felt with guys who worked at a lumber yard. What I thought was sex was just delicate young things frolicking at a garden party. The sky was the limit with them as long as they didn't muss up their hair or their spray tan. I suspected some were just adding to their list of sexual conquests."
"I thought the guys from the lumber yard were practicing cave man sex," he continued. "I was shock when a guy shot off in my ass. I begged him to stay in my ass until he was soft. He said he couldn't do that but he had a pal who loved sloppy seconds. His friend was Tom-Tom. He's a nice guy, but his cock is huge and he fucks like a pile driver."
"Was that a problem?" I asked.
"It was as if I had been driving a Ford Fiesta, and suddenly was in a high powered race car," he said. "I discovered that too much cock is right for me."
My phone rang. It was an old friend and playmate, Aristotle. Ari was a master of all trades handyman, I had used him to do minor repairs to properties I had for sale. He was a solid, tall man of about fifty. He now worked for my former office since he made repairs quickly and without fuss. My office staff loved him. He was always willing and helpful.
Ari had once found me in a compromising and potentially embarrassing situation. The man I was with left and he was nice enough to refill my ass and make a generous sperm donation. It turned out that I had the ass of his dreams.
Ari told me that sometimes he had terrific urges to fuck a guy. He hoped I was okay with it. "I'm too big for some guys," he explained.
I said I was fine, and his cock really hit the spot. He asked if we might do it again. I told him I hoped so.
The next time he came by we got naked and went at it like dogs in heat. He had been used to rest room or behind the bushes sex. Being naked was a big turn on for him.
I hadn't seen him in a year, since my retirement. It turned out his mother had been sick and he had spent all his spare time helping her. She had died a month earlier and he had months of sexual needs.
Steven was visiting me. When Steven saw him it was lust at first sight. I asked Ari if he had enough sperm to satisfy two men. I knew the answer.
Ari was Greek, and when he stripped his hairy body and well defined muscles made him look like the centerfold in a Bear magazine. Ari was open minded. If it was sex, he liked it. His body all but shouted out top, but I knew his ass was open for recreational visits.
As soon as we were naked, Steven was in his knees sucking Ari's cock. I would have been more correct to say he was worshiping it. Ari is not shy man who hides his emotions. His enthusiasm for sex seemed to have transferred to Steven, who was almost crazed in his treatment of Ari's cock.
Maybe ten minutes later Ari's cock was massaging Steven's ass. My cock had found a warm welcome in Ari's ass. Somehow, I matched Ari's thrusts into Steven and we became a well coordinated, middle aged fucking machine. We were perfectly synchronized, and when Ari began to ejaculate into Steven, I began to shoot off into Ari.
When we broke apart, Ari took Steven's cock into his mouth and nursed it to an orgasm. Steven had looked as if he was wiped out after Ari fucked him, but when Ari's mouth began to caress Steven's cock, I could see Steven react.
When Steven climaxed, Ari had to go home. He was up at six and at work at seven every day. Much to my surprise, Steven spent the night with me. His cock made several visits to my ass, and I am pretty sure he climaxed deep in my ass several times. I wasn't entirely sure if he shot off in me or I dreamed he shot off in me. Which ever it was it was intensely pleasurable. In the morning, I fucked him and by then his ass caressed and massaged my cock. It was beautiful.
A week later Ari came to see me again. This time he was with one of his construction workers, Joey. Joey was in his mid twenties. He was a short, bearded and quite hairy electrician. He was working with a demanding former client of mine and Joey wanted to know if the client paid. I told him the guy was okay. "He's incredibly demanding, but he always pays," I explained. "By they way, if you explain you had a better way to do the work, he is fine. As long as he knows why you are doing something, he understands."
Several days later Ari called me. "Rob, I don't know if you know that some of the workers in my company are gay. Once and a while we play together. Joey is one of the younger men. He's not much into old men, but he thought you were a nice guy. He has two of three pals who like group play. Once and a while they like a little variety." he said.
"Are you recruiting playmates for them?" I asked.
"Let's just say I keep my eye open for opportunities. Most of the men I know are pretty up tight. I was wondering if you were looking for opportunities?" he said.
"I'm not looking for opportunities, but if something pops up, I might take advantage of it," I said.
"What is the chance you would take this opportunity?" He asked.
"I would say it's on the high side of 100%," I replied.
Ari laughed. "Do you want to see the other guys on my crew who might participate?" he asked. "Do you think that guy who was here the last time we got together would be interested?"
"I will ask. I would be surprised if he said no," I said.
"I thought he had a good time," Ari said.
I told him I was willing, and I would call Steven. I told Steven that Ari's staff was made up of skilled craftsman. They were not to the manor born, but I liked them. He said he was interested.
We got together on hot Labor Day weekend. My neighborhood was all but abandoned as everyone went to their cottages on the shore or in the mountains. When Steven arrived he came with a friend, Marcus, who was also interested. I knew him as Steven's right hand man.
At 11:00, Ari came with four pals, Denny, Butch, Julio and Tim. Joey was visiting family. I knew them as good men. We went to my play room. It had been my children's playroom, but it also had a shower. That was for the pool in the back yard. We had tired a shower nozzle outside. My wife didn't like kids and teenagers running through the house soaking wet, so I added the shower room for the pool.
We stripped. I wasn't sure the working men knew exactly what Marcus was. He was known as the Queen of Heaven at Steven's office. I don't like to make wild generalizations about gay men, but Ari's men might have noticed that Marcus' cock was eight plus inches of all man.
I knew he was also turned on by rough trade. Ari's men were not rough, but they appreciated Marcus' willingness to accommodate them.
"I assume you all know why we were are here. We could spend some time getting to know each other," I said. "I am here to have sex with any one who is interested. I am not a shy man and my virgin days are behind me. I like to suck, fuck, be sucked and get fucked. If you have any additions to this list I am willing. My friends, Steven and Marcus have similar interests. We all give and take. I was thinking we could get to know each other better after we play,"
"I need to warn you. I like friends with benefits. I'm want to have as much fun as a naked guy can have," I added.
"I need to confess," Marcus said. "I fall in love with every man I meet. I only stay in love with him as long as he's shooting off in my mouth or ass. For me, love is deep, intense and short lived." The men laughed.
"Can you take two guys at the same time?" Tim asked. Tim was a beefy, hairy bear with a beer can like cock.
Marcus took a very obvious look at Tim's equipment. "I don't want to make a commitment now, but I am definitely willing to negotiate!" Marcus said. There was more laughter.
I wasn't sure that things would work out well. I assumed that Ari's men had mostly oral interests. They turned out to be adaptable and willing to explore. Marcus knew how to make friends with gay men. There were no problems; eight naked men can work things out. While Ari and his crew weren't on the social register, they were good men. Everyone at our little party liked sex a lot. I should have known that shyness and timidity can be overcome by an erect cock.
There was another surprise. Ari's men were quickly at ease, and imaginative. Some of them had fantasies that became real. They were more inventive, enthusiastic, and energetic than I had guessed. Steven, Marcus and I were more accommodating than I guessed.
Denny and Butch had never topped before. Denny's knob was almost aerodynamically shaped to slip past Steven's sphincter. Butch's cock became a battering ram designed to go deep into Marcus' ass. Tim and Ari double teamed me. I was surprised when Julio slipped his cock into Denny's ass as he played with Steven.
There was an early round of orgasms. The men showered and we had lunch.
This gave everyone a chance to recharge for the second round of sexual explorations. To say the men were mellow and relaxed understates the situation. As far as I could tell, relaxation did not diminish the men's sexual urges. Apparently the morning's sexual activities made the men more aware of their unexplored sexual potential.
"Were you planning to have another sex session this afternoon," Ari asked.
"I was hoping so," I said. "Are your pals into it?"
"They are a lot more than just into it," he said. "They might be a lot more vigorous now that they are more comfortable. I think every one's balls have refilled to overflowing. Some of my guys might open their own asses for your exploration." Ari knew his men well.
Technically what happened is a gang-bang. Marcus referred to it as a series of sequential, anal, penetrations complete with orgasms. It was good for me, but I think it was better for Ari and his crew. They liked plowing through their buddy's sperm and making a contribution. This was the grand finale. They dressed and went home.
Steven and Marcus remained.
"How are you feeling?" Marcus asked. "That was a marathon session. The guys loved it, but tops always love it. You made a lot of men happy. I hope you did that without damaging any of your sexual equipment? It was a marathon for you."
"I'm not sure exactly. I was surprised that when a guy shot off in me and then pulled out, I wanted anther man to fill the void." I said.
"Don't take this as an insult, but you have all the makings of a first rate slut!" Marcus said.
"How in hell is that anything but an insult?" Steven asked.
"I think a good man can give and take. Some men think sex exists solely for their own pleasure. Good men think it's a shared activity. They are interested in their partner's pleasure as well as their own. I have discovered through experience, and I mean years of experience, that shoving my cock into welcoming ass, is vastly better than inserting it into an ice cave. I love it when the man I am fucking shoots off as I cum in him," Marcus said. "I have noticed that you enjoy a responsive man too."
Somehow, a few minutes later, Steven was deep in my ass as Marcus fucked him. Steven was the filling in a fuck sandwich. We went at it for about ten minutes. We were close to being perfectly coordinated. I could feel the excitement build as cock after cock slid in a well lubricated ass. Of course the machine like efficiency of our thrusts resulted in a general exchange of sperm. We were all happy. After that, we all needed to rest. They went home. I took a shower and a nap.
That night I had a strange dream. While I was being gang fucked, I thought then men merged into a single, multi-cocked creature. I could no longer could tell who was fucking. In my dream the multi-cocked creature divided into its parts. Each cock had a distinctive feel and technique.
Tim, the bearish man with a beer can like cock emerged as a distinctive man. With his shoulder length hair and massive beard, I assumed he was a fat, hairy, redneck with a short cock. He turned out to be 95% muscle, and his cock was telescoped into his body. When he began to push it into me, it kept on going deeper and deeper.
He asked in a whisper if he had gone too deep. I told him I wanted it all. I took it all and he rewarded me with fire hose like ejaculations. Tim was a carpenter, but he specialized in restoring elaborate period wood work. If an elaborate balustrade or fireplace surround was damaged he could fix it or make perfect replicas of damaged elements. A craftsman-carpenter with an ability to use his cock to rearrange your ass to intensify you pleasure is a major find.
A few days later I talked with Ari about him. Tim's father took off when Tim was sixteen. Tim got a job as a carpenter and had supported his mother until she died a year earlier. Ari said Tim was hired as a basic carpenter, but the longer he worked for him, the more he could do.
"I discovered his sexual interest after his mother died. He is scary looking so he doesn't seem to attract pretty young boys. He isn't rough at all, so he doesn't attract the leather and chains men," Ari said.