Date: Wed, 8 May 2013 12:22:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Best Sex Ever 10a

Best Sex Ever 10
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

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Cousin Billy and I were halfway home when the rain hit. We had been working
a big construction job in Norfolk. We knew there was a big storm coming,
but we thought we could beat it. The rain came down in sheets; visibility
was near zero. We came to a police roadblock.  The highway ahead was under
water. The trooper told us it was closed behind us too.  We turned around
and were barely able to get to the motel office without crashing.  It was
an old motel.  We got in the office at the same time with another guy in a
suit. We asked for a room in unison.

"I only have one room left," the guy at the desk asked. "You guys flip a
coin to see who gets the room."

 "Is there another motel?" the man asked.

"Shit no, but if there was you wouldn't be able to get there.  The storm is
supposed to last he night. It unusually takes ten to twelve hours for the
water to recede once it stops raining. The water is going nowhere.

"It's a wet night to spend in the car," Cousin Billy said.

"Could we share the room?" the man asked. "I wouldn't feel good about any
of us spending the night in the storm." That made sense.

The clerk at the desk charged us extra for the third man, but that was
fine. We had been paid for the week that morning.  The man in the suit
introduced himself as Randall Fitzhugh. He was an interior designer. He
wasn't exactly what you would call a leader of men.

"I'm Bubba and this is my cousin Billy," I said. "We're carpenters."  That
sort of ended the conversation for a while. The parking lot was full; there
were several 18 wheelers wedged in, so we parked a good 150 feet from the
room. We were soaked by the time we made it too the room

The room was unimpressive, but it was clean and dry.

We had a TV but it had only a few channels.  Fortunately, one of them was
the weather channel.  It was soon clear that we were stuck for the night.

Randall perked up. "I just remembered I have some food in the trunk of my
car. It was for a party tomorrow. Are you men hungry?"

"Shit yes!"  Cousin Billy said. "We missed lunch. We thought if we left
early we could beat the storm."

"I'm soaked anyway, I'll get it. Randall ran out to the car.

I had pegged Randall as a fag the second he opened his mouth.  The sounded
like one of those gay types you see on the television. Cousin Billy and I
are straight, but we don't mind some fun once and a while.

The truth is we both have a problem with the ladies. Our moms think we look
okay, but just about everyone else of the female persuasion thinks we are
ugly. I am tall, hairy everywhere except the top of my head and wear a
goatee with a handlebar mustache. It was droopy after the rain. I think it
suits me. Uncle Bobby says it doesn't make me any uglier.  I take that as a
compliment.

Cousin Billy is short, stocky type built like a fireplug. He's hairier than
I am and wears a mullet. Uncle Bobby wasn't as complimentary about his hair
style as he was about my beard. Billy likes to play air guitars, and talks
about trucks most of the time.

When I was 14, I realized I wouldn't need to carry a stick to keep the
girls away. Cousin Delburt got a girl in trouble when I was 15 that that
impressed me greatly. It wasn't that he got a girl in trouble; he had to
marry her. She was a mega-bitch and Delburt has never had a good day after
the shotgun wedding.

One of the wonders of God's creation is man, and the incredibly convenient
location on our private parts. Cousin Billy and I discovered that early and
exchanged notes. We were both imaginative and pretty soon we exchanged
helpful hints. Billy got me to spurt for the first time.  That was messy so
Billy ate it up the next time. We weren't particularly fastidious, but mom
did the laundry. He was a nice Baptist lady who wouldn't appreciate the
stains.

We were unlucky heterosexuals who were sexually active. If you could find
any way to have fun with a cock, Billy and I did it.

We didn't have a type, but if we did, Randall wouldn't have been it.  He
returned with the food and he was shivering.  It was a cold rain. We had
already begun to take off our wet clothes and Cousin Billy was already in
the shower. I told Randall to strip and get under the hot shower.  I
couldn't help but notice that Randall sported and impressive tool.  Billy
made room for him and the hot water worked its magic.

I was at the sink wringing out our clothes. My boots were even filled with
water. I could see Billy and Randall behind the translucent shower curtain.
The next time I looked, Randall was gone.  I looked again and I saw he was
on his knees sucking Billy.

I poked my head into the shower. Billy had his eyes closed. That happened
when he was real happy. "Is there room for one more?" I asked.  I don't
play hard to get.  Randall looked at me.

"Damn, look at that fucking man snake!" he exclaimed.  I took that as a yes
and joined them. Randall was a friendly man.

The hot water was beginning to run out so we got out and dried off. Back in
the room I took a long look at Randall.  He was tanned, somewhat muscular
and well groomed.  He was still semi-hard and that did nothing to diminish
his appeal.

Most people would think he was an attractive man, but his cock drew me to
him. I was familiar with my own and Billy's, but not with any others. I had
seen other members of my family at the swimming hole, but never in action.

"I guess you've figured out I'm gay," Randall said. "I hadn't picked you
out as a member of the club."

"We're not gay," I said.

"We do mess around some, once and a while," Cousin Billy said. Billy
couldn't play poker at all. He put his cards on the table for everyone to
see right off the bat.

"How often is once and a while?" Randall said with an amused look on his
face.

"Well it ain't that rare, truthfully speaking," I said.

"Well I don't mess around as much as I'd like," Randall said. "My partner
died a few years ago and it's been hard to find a replacement."

"You have a nice one," Billy said. He was looking at Randall's cock.

"You men aren't my type, but you have attractive features," he said.

"Such as?" I asked. I was kind of interested. I wasn't use to being
mentioned in association with the word attractive.

"I like handsome, beautiful, young men," he said. "They are handsome, but
most aren't over supplied with masculinity. You boys have a double dose of
masculinity. You aren't conventionally handsome."

"Is not conventionally handsome the same as ugly?"Cousin Billy asked.

Randall laughed.  "You are brighter than you look!" he said. "Let me be
frank. Being in a room with naked men affects my judgment." Billy went over
to him, dropped to his knees and began to suck.

"We've never been with a fag before," I said.

"If I told you I am a flaming faggot with the morals of a two bit whore,
who would do just about anything to get it on big time with you boys affect
your judgment of me?" Randall asked.

"It sure as shit would!" I said. "I'd think you were a friendly guy!"  I
moved closer to Randall. He leaned over to suck me. We all understood each
other.

Randall was a trip.  Billy and I thought we had figured out all of what two
guys could do with their cocks. Randall had a new set of skills. He was
open to all the possibilities. Cousin Billy and I weren't as open as he
was, but that seemed to change as we played.

We formed a triangle on the bed, linked mouth to cock. I sucked Randall as
he sucked Billy.  Billy was at my cock. Randall was a lot bigger than
Billy, but he was also juicier. He oozed sweet ball juices when I went down
on him. He was rewarding me for my efforts.

We rotated positions. Randall sucked me as I sucked Billy and he sucked
Randall. I discovered Randall was a sword swallower.  He could easily deep
throat my member.  Billy couldn't get more than half. Billy's cock was
different too. I had enjoyed Randall's goo, but Billy seemed to have
doubled his production of the sweet stuff.

Later I realized Cousin Billy and I were old pals; a new cock excited
him. Randall's organ excited me too. I knew exactly what Billy would do and
he knew me and my likes well. Randall was unexplored territory.

Randall was also talkative. Billy and I did stuff, but always in silence
and we never talked about it. Randall talked non-stop. He wasn't shy about
telling us what he wanted to do, how well we did it. We had never had sex
with a real gay guy and it was a trip.

Randall had never been with genuine, south-west Virginia rednecks
before. He seem to think we were exotic.

After a circle suck, we took a break and had some food. I tended to think
of peanut-butter and jelly as a gourmet sandwich.  Randall had different
tastes. Billy liked anything edible.  I tended to be picky, but my mom told
me to eat anything offered to me. The food was good and included several
bottles of wine. They weren't Boons Farm, but they were good. I'm not a big
drinker, but the wine relaxed me. Randall told us he liked to be
fucked. Cousin Billy and I had never done that before, so that was a treat.

Randall had some lubricant with him and he talked Cousin Billy into fucking
him.  I wasn't going to do it.  I thought it was too gay, but Billy liked
it so much I decided to give Randall a poke.

Cousin Billy has a fire plug type cock and he opened Randall's asshole nice
and wide.  I have a long, thin probe. I didn't know what I expected to feel
when I shoved my dong into Randall's ass.  Whatever I thought it would be
like, it was much better. I thought I might just pop my cock head in for a
quick dip. It was warm, tight and juicy. I went in deep.

I thought Billy would have stretched him, but he clamped on my cock, and it
felt as if his ass was shrink wrapped to my cock. I fucked like a madman
for a little while, but then I slowed down. I wanted it to last. As far as
Randall was concerned, I could do no wrong. His ass was cock heaven for
me. Randall suggested that Billy and I trade off, switching places when we
got close to popping. That worked out really well for the three of us.

As we took turns I began to feel some new feelings.  When Billy fucked
Randall he spread his ass wide. It wasn't exactly wide in invitation but it
looked vulnerable. I felt an itch in my ass too, and it needed to be
scratched. I looked at Billy and Randall and wonder which cock might
scratch the itch.

The other feeling were romantic.  I'm not a romantic man, but I felt odd
stirring about Randall and even Billy. Thrusting my cock deep into a man's
ass was exciting.  I wondered what it would feel like when I shot off in
him. In the back of my mind I was thinking how nice it would be if I was in
Billy's ass, rear loading him.

I thought these feelings would just vanish, but they didn't; they became
stronger. Now I realize that fucking a guy is not a good way to diminish
sexual feelings. I was embarrassed until I figured out that Randall and
Billy were feeling the same way.

Randall was experienced and very gay. I don't think he completely
understood the difference between gay sex and just messing around. We took
a break to cool down.  Randall said the longer we postponed shooting off
the better the orgasm would be.  That sounded good to Billy and me. He was
on the bed fluffing up Billy's chest hair. Billy looked content.

"You guys are a surprise," Randall said. "You are lots of fun."

"I've had a good time too," I admitted. That sounded wrong. "I mean a
really good time.  I didn't expect that either."

"I hope I don't insult you, but you aren't my type," Randall said. "I like
my playmates pretty."

"I don't think I have a type," I said. "Your ass is a wonder!"

Randall laughed. "I guess I should say something about your cocks," he
said. "I haven't had a workout like that in years. I liked being double
teamed."

"Do you get fucked a lot?" Billy asked him.

"I use to in my salad days," he replied. "I'm over the hill now."

"Your hole is nice and tight," Billy added.

"With a butt plug like yours, everyone is going to be tight for you,"
Randall said. "Now, Bubba has an anal probe. His cock is designed to
explore."

"Did I hit any new spots? I asked.

"Let's just say you went so deep you were messing with my brain," Randall
said.  He was silent for a little while.  "Do you boy ever let it go and
let it all hang out?"

"What do you mean?" Billy asked.

"Do you ever just let your cock do the thinking for you and go at it
without thinking about what other people might think?"

"Not really," Billy said. "I can see it might fun."

"I tend to be prim and proper person," Randall said. "I was a dandy when I
was young.  I discovered that when you're having sex, no one cares if every
hair in in place.  No one cares about attitude when his cock is in your
ass. He wants you to go crazy with excitement. If you lose it, it's because
of his cock. They like that. Let me tell you, your chance of getting in his
ass doubles."

"Why is that?" I asked.

"Most men had a sense of fairness.  If he fucks you silly, he feels good
and maybe he owes you something. He also sees how good it is and maybe
wants to experiment a little.

"That makes sense, but I'm not sure I want to lose my virginity to you," I
said.

"You're not losing your virginity. You are gaining a new sex organ,"
Randall said. "The first fuck can be difficult. It best when a stranger
does it sometimes."

"It seem really gay," Billy said.

"How did it feel when you were in my ass pounding away?" Randall asked.

"Fucking good," Billy said enthusiastically. As I said, Billy was a bad
poker player.

"Let me make a little suggestion,' Randall said. "When you are hard and in
an ass, why don't you pretend you are gay and go with it?  After you've
shot off, you can turn straight again."

"Why would we do that?" I asked.

"Because it will make the sex better," he replied. "You wouldn't hold back
in a fist fight.  Don't hold back in sex. Go at it full tilt."

"That makes some sense," Billy said. He paused. "What does it feel like
when we are in you?" You could tell he was thinking about the
possibilities.

"Every cock is different, but it's exciting every time," he said. "Bubba
has the perfect ass opener. It wouldn't over stretch your hole, but it
would go really deep. Let me make another little suggestion.  Why don't you
do me doggy style.  Keep your hole open and let's see what Bubba can do to
ring your chimes?"



We didn't exactly agree to do that, but when Randall got in his hands and
knees, Billy was there in a flash.  He popped in easily, but he seemed to
take his time. His fireplug seemed to hit Randall just right and all was
well. Billy hole was open. He had a hairy ass with swirls of hair and a
small hole. A little pink rose bud peaked out.  It looked delicate.

Maybe I'm not the nicest guy in the world.  I knew I shouldn't shove my
cock into his business, but I also knew there was no way I wasn't going to
fuck him. I coated my cock with some of Randall's lube and I assumed the
position. Cousin Billy shivered a little when my lube covered knob touched
his hole.  I pushed and little.  Billy's hole was clamped shut.



Then I had a hard thrust and damn, if my entire cock didn't vanished into
Billy's body. He moan. It wasn't a moan of pain, or a "oh shit" moan. Billy
was real tight and it was almost hot. I was perfectly still, but my cock
wanted to unload. I was able to control it after two or three spurts. I
wanted it to last. I could feel Billy hear pumping away. He was still too.

After a little while he started pumping in Randall's ass again. I began to
explore his ass. I realized I loved Billy. He wasn't my friend or buddy. I
loved him.  It had been fucking Randall, but this was different. I didn't
know an asshole could say I love you, but Billy did.

Billy began to shiver as he rear loaded Randall. His ass clenched my cock
with each ejaculation. I filled his hole to the brim. We broke apart.

Randall knew about Billy and me before we did. He was the only one who
hadn't shot off.  He eased his cock into Billy ass and then pulled
out. When Billy saw my man seed on Randall's cock he went after it and
licked it clean.

We all took a shower, and were ready to go again. I think Randall was
playing cupid. In the shower he fucked Billy again and I sucked him. I had
taken his cream a few times, but Billy liked mine so much, I didn't do it
that often.  I took it all this time and boy was it good, I took every
drop.

We went back to the bedroom. He held me open while Billy worked his cock
into my ass.  Billy was slow and careful. It was as if he thought I was
delicate. He eventually worked his cock head into the dark area inside my
sphincter. That was okay.  Randall switched places with Billy and he
lubricated his cock. He was slow too, until he had a few inches in me.
That was when he rammed me hard and deep.

To tell you the truth, I don't know what happened next.  When I knew what
was going on, Billy had his entire cock in me and I was a happy man. At the
time I didn't know what happened, but Billy's beer can was just long enough
to ram my prostate and use it as a punching bag. He wasn't gentle at all
about that, but my ass seemed to like the rough treatment.

We spent the rest of the night round robin fuckin each other.  I discovered
that in sex marathon, you don't get tired, you just get more open.  When
you get more open, your buddies' cock go deeper.  We eventually fell
asleep. When I woke up the next morning, my cock was in Billy's ass.  That
was as good as things could get.