Date: Thu, 23 May 2013 22:42:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: BestSex Ever 15

Best Sex Ever 15
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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I am Brian Beaudette, the morning weather man for WZIP in Franklintown
Virginia.  It happened to be the smallest market in the state to have its
own station. The owner of the largest media conglomerate in Virginia had a
summer house near here, and that is why we existed.

It's safe to say that you begin your careers here, and if you have made it
out in three or four years, you go into real estate or become an insurance
salesman.  I have been here for twenty years. I am referred to as the
mainstay or the workhorse of the station. I'm good about local events and I
can personalize the news and weather.  That goes over well here, but
knowing a lot about Franklintown is sort of like being America's greatest
scholar of Albanian history. It is a distinction, but not a useful
distinction.

I was born here. I took care of my parents until they died ten years ago,
and I was engaged to the town lesbian for twenty years. Everyone knew I was
gay, but I was careful and as long as I didn't make an issue of it, I was
fine.

I had a friend, Tommy Wilson, who lived in Newport News. We saw each other
for a long while until he was killed in a car accident.  He was the
principal of an elementary school and he was in a cast-iron closet. No one
knew of his life with me.

When I hit fifty life turned dreary. My parents, Tommy and my lesbian
wife-to-be all died within two years.  While life hadn't been exciting, it
was full. They weren't particularly intense relationships, but I was
busy. I had places to go and things to do.

At the station, the newer staff members were getting younger and they saw
me as an old geezer. They were all the age my children would have been had
I sired children.

I began to do some advertising work for a Richmond agency for a used car
dealership, Marty, the Abominable Car Man's Super Car Lot. The ads were
cheesy, with Marty, a bombastic man from Brooklyn, and me. I played the
straight man.  They were clever and they caught on. I did similar ads for
second rate used car lots throughout the south.

I hadn't realized that a cheesy ad that worked and it was a gold mine for
me. I was in demand and paid well.

The Abominable Car Man was unlike any man I had met in rural Virginia. He
was Brooklyn through and through with an accent you could cut with a
knife. He was five feet six, stocky and hairy. He was sort of like Danny
DeVito, but not as attractive or sophisticated. He wore Hawaiian style
shirts open to the navel and was baboon-like in his hairiness. He was a hit
with southern red-necks.

In his defense, his shop had good mechanics and his cars were well
valued. He offered a one year, no questions asked warrantee and he honored
it. He got a lot of repeat business. When I first met him I though he was
rude and crude. I eventually found out his rude meant no more than the
Southerners' politeness. Southerners can be very polite before stabbing you
in the back. With Marty, what you saw was what you got.

I have a southern accent, and our best ads were of me doing an
instantaneous translation of his Brooklyn accent into the local Redneck
dialect. I had a knack for accents and I also could translate it into
Virginia Mountain dialects, North Carolina Drawls or even Georgia's
mumbling. I would do personal appearances with him too. In these I usually
played the role of a translator. Mary was funny and over the top. I am a
good straight man. It worked out well.

Soon my income from the ads was much greater than the television station
salary, but I stayed on. I was the official voice for school closings in
the winter and I was calm and unexcitable during hurricane season. I knew
the area well and I could tell whose farm was in the way of a potential
tornado and what streams usually flooded when we got more than three inches
of rain.

As an older gay guy, I was well beyond my sell by date, and Tommy's death
was a blow.  He was a good man and good in bed too, not that we made it all
the way to the bed often. In a rural areas most people knew I was gay, but
here is a difference between being gay and flaunting it.  I kept a low
profile.

When I was discovered by the advertising agencies and the video production
companies, I discovered a new group of gay men.  I was sort of a star, but
I never could do attitude and I was helpful and agreeable. They liked me.
I discovered a new world of casual sex.

I had never been able to go to the bookstores or the normal cruising areas.
Discovery would have ruined my career.  It was the same with internet
cruising. Everyone in the area knew my face. No one at home knew anyone in
advertising.  They existed in a different world form Franklintown.

I could go off to Richmond, Washington DC or Charlotte and no one at home
would be the wiser. I was older and that was a problem, but I got along
well with cameramen and makeup people. I'm clean shaven and neat looking,
but I have a moderately hairy chest and a treasure trail to my bush.

Tommy had been my only regular sexual partner and I wasn't a gym rat.
Tommy was the only naked man I knew. I soon discovered that the cameramen
had much more sexual experience than I did, and according to them, I was
horse hung.

I was pleased to know that. I had assumed I was average, and you always
like to be thought of as exceptional. I did not realize that while I was an
old man by most gay standards, being horse-hung counts. After a little
while I discovered it counts a lot.

If I were a sensitive, thoughtful man I would have resisted temptation. I
was so shocked that anyone would want to have sex with me, I made no effort
to resist temptation at all.  I wasn't particularly picky either.

In some ways I became a late blooming slut. I wasn't exactly wild and
crazy, but I had hooked up with four men over the course of a year. I had
only been with Tommy for the last 25 years, so it was a change. Tommy like
the tried and true basics of man sex, oral and 69 weekly with a little
fucking on holidays.

Tommy was also a much more comfortable with sex in the dark. He was
handsome and quite athletic, with a good body, but he like things dim. My
first new experience with the cameraman, Otto. Otto was a somewhat sloppy
bear of a man. We had a beer after a shoot, and I went back to his
apartment. This was nice for me since Otto thought I was handsome and a
catch.  I liked that.

Otto came close to falling in love with me when he saw my cock. We stripped
naked in his bedroom with the lights on, he wanted to admire me. He licked
and sucked but the really wanted to be fucked.  He was big hairy and not
groomed.  I sort of assumed he had a big ass. His ass was wide but his hole
was small and tight.  I thought I wasn't going to fit, but Otto wanted it
badly.

Tommy let me fuck him for occasions.  It was good for me, but only okay for
him. Once I was in, Otto loved it. I went deep into his ass and stayed
there of an hour and a half. I soon discovered Otto had incredible
stamina. He wanted me to shoot in his ass.  I had never done that before
and it was wonderful. I discovered I had some staying power too.

Otto cock oozed, drooled and spurted continuously. We took a shower twice
to get the sticky stuff off. It was wonderful.  Two weeks later we had
another shoot.  I was more relaxed this time and the sex was even
better. After our first orgasm Otto told me he had a pal who wanted to meet
me. Fifteen minutes later Roger was at the door. He was a lighting man.

Roger was small and very uninhibited. He had a well repaired cleft pallet
and wasn't a looker. He had a nice sized cock and a wide open ass. I fucked
the two men and then Roger went to my rear as I screwed Otto. Roger eased
his organ into my ass.

Tommy had been in me a few times, but my hole was semi-virgin.  I knew no
part of Roger was virgin, but he knew how to get in an ass easily. I didn't
expect it to be as good as it was.  Roger was a wonder. I made it a point
to meet with both men whenever I had a shoot.

Roger gave me the name of a farmer who lived near me. I knew of Billy, but
didn't know him personally. He was a big time farmer and a member of the
board of supervisors. I called him and we met in a vacant tenant farm. He
was big, bearded and handsome in a lumberjack way. I wouldn't have guessed
he was into man sex in a million years.

We went to the tenant house. It was in a woods, quite distant from the rest
of the place. He owned thousands of acres. We went upstairs and there was a
furnished bedroom. When we stripped, my cock worked its magic. Billy was a
size queen.

I turned out I was a master of misreading men. I thought Billy would be a
dominant type. He was a size queen, cum-slut bottom. He also was a romantic
who liked things slow.  Otto and Roger liked to be pounded. Billy wanted to
be massaged.

His favorite position was on his back with his legs on my shoulders. I
would slowly pump and we would talk.  Once I told him I had to pull out.  I
needed to piss. He asked if I could piss in him.  I said I didn't know if I
could do that. I could and he had a hands free orgasm as I filled him. I am
an accommodating man and Billy wanted to try things.  It was a good
combination.

My life was looking up.  I was making more money than I had dreamed about:
I was semi-famous and I had a sex life.  Otto, Roger and Billy were fun,
willing and able.  I did note that some of my sex appeal was due to my
cock, but I figured it was attached and a middle age men had to make use of
his assets.

It wasn't just sex; it was varied sex.  I had be a Johnny-one-note, now I
was beginning to use all the instruments in the orchestra.  I enjoyed every
minute. With three playmates I was a happy man.

I got along well with Marty. He thought I was an exotic, a genuine
southerner.  The ad campaign was a great success, and he knew a good thing
when he found it.

He had a big family. He had four daughters and what seemed to be an endless
supply of cousins, nephews and Uncles, from both sides of his extended
Italian family. Most had migrated south, and were either associated with
his used car business of a chain of Italian restaurants in smaller towns.

I met most of them at the grand openings of the family businesses.  They
were all ambitious and driven.  I was at a large barbeque for the sales
staff of the business when I met Marty's brother Guido. Guido was a taller
version of Marty but he had all the family characteristics.  Any Hollywood
producer who needed an actor to play a Mafia hit man would have been happy
with the men in Marty's family.  Marty's 13 year old son had 5:00 shadow.

Guido was the chef in the family and ran the best restaurants.  In southern
towns, Italian Restaurants are the same as pizza places. Guido started with
pizzas, then added more exotic fare, spaghetti, lasagna and eventually he
provided more expensive dishes such as Veal Parmesan.  He eased his
southern Baptist and Methodist clientele into better food.

On Friday and Saturday nights he provided a special of real high quality
Italian food. People would pay twelve to fifteen dollars for it. "You know
it's expensive but it's so good," they would say.

Guido catered the barbeque. We were at a historic plantation house on the
James and it was a beautiful day. The place had limited toilet facilities.
The porto-potty man had failed to deliver and it was politely suggested
that the facilities were for the ladies and the men might avail themselves
of the bushes. The gardens were elaborate and the bushes plentiful.

I was behind a boxwood hedge when Guido made use of the same ornamental
feature. My cock was fully exposed. Guido looked at it; he smiled and he
pulled is organ out.  In the normal, I'll show you mine if you show me
yours situation, I do well. Guido was use to going well too. We weren't
exactly the same size. I was a bit longer. Guido was a bit thicker, but we
both liked what we saw. His stroked his to show it off to better advantage.
I did the same to mine.  We heard someone else coming so we put our meat
away.

A little later we talked.  I mentioned I lived in Franklintown.

"Why that's on my way home," he said.  That was true if he took an hour
detour.

"Why don't you drop by and I'll show you the sights." I said.  I gave him
my address and my cell number.  He said he would try to drop by.

I'm no fool and I know thinking about dropping by and dropping by aren't
the same thing.  When I got home he called me and said he had too much to
do. That I expected.

"I am free tomorrow. Are you free by any chance?" he asked.  That I did not
expect. I was free.  He said he could get to my place by 2:00 in the
afternoon. He arrived on time.

"It's nice to see you again," I said.

"I hope I get to see a lot more of you," Guido said.

"You liked what you saw?"

"I sure did," Guido replied. "When I meet a guy I usually like to get
naked, fuck him until his eyes cross and then drain the Sicilian high test
in my balls into his ass."

"You have a plan? " I asked.  "I tend to top too." There must have been
some uncertainty in my voice.

"I do." he said. "I always have a plan.  I've never been with a guy who is
as big as I am. I thought I might like to experiment a little. Have you
bottomed?"

"A few times, it can be good."

"I've tried it a few times too, but the cocks were small and didn't do
much," Guido said. "The guys I fuck love it. I was wondering what it felt
like."

 "What if it doesn't feel that good?" I asked.

"I'm a big boy.  Big boys don't cry."

"I like to take it easy, when it comes to assplay," I said. "I like repeat
customers. My closest friend wasn't into it much, but he did it to keep me
happy.  I took my time. My friend died a few years ago."

"I tend to have fuck buddies," Guido said. "I'm not good on the kissy-kissy
stuff."

"I never would have guessed that," I said.  Guido looked at men and then
smiled.

"That's a joke, isn't it?" he asked.

"I use to think I wanted true love," I said.  "I have recently discovered
mindless sex is pretty damn good!"

"You fuck them?" he asked.

"I sure do. They come back for more."

"Do you shoot off in them?" he asked. "Some of my pals don't like it when I
do that.  I like it."

"Do your playmates ever try to milk your cock afterwards?" I asked.

"No, do your pals do that for you?" he asked. I nodded.  "Do you think they
would like me?"

I smiled.  "I know they would like you," I said.

"Are you willing to share?"  I nodded again. Guido began to strip. For a
moment I wondered if it was possible if a man could be too masculine. Guido
had broad shoulders, and six pack gut and was covered in a thick coat of
curly black hair. He was a gorilla.

A little later his uncut cock was in my mouth and I knew definitely that
you couldn't be too masculine. I worked my tongue into his puckered
foreskin. He had been oozing for a while and his Sicilian high test was
slightly fermented. It was pure distilled man scum.

We got on the bed and we sixty-nined. I could tell Guido was uneasy about
sucking, but once his lips made contact with my knob all was well. He came
really close to deep throating me.  Since I was sucking him I tasted his
cock react.  Guido hid his feelings, but cocks can't be discrete. They tell
the truth all the time.  Guido was enjoying my cock. He was enjoying it a
lot. I was certainly enjoying his cock.

"Brian, I'm loving this but I need to fuck," he said. "Are you willing?"

"Are you willing to take mine?"

Guido looked at me. "I think I am. Would you like to do me first?"

"How about flipping a coin," I suggested.  He flipped the coin and I won. I
had lubricant available and I took my time lubricating Guido's ass. He was
uneasy, but I was slow and gentle. Once I worked two fingers into his ass I
located his prostate and that small gland was in working condition. I don't
think he knew it was there. He began moaning.

I lubricated my cock and poked gently at his hole. I toyed with his anus.
I pushed in deep enough to stretch his hole open and hit his prostate. I
gave his prostate a nice buff and shine and then went deep. He was moaning
and whimpering a little, but it was a good whimper. I alternated deep
thrusts with prostate massage.  That seemed to keep Guido occupied and
happy.

I am more of a social bottom than a confirmed bottom man, but as I poked
Guido, I felt this itch deep in my ass that needed to be scratched. Guido's
rock hard cock looked as if it would be the right tool. I pulled out of
him, straddled his cock and sat on it.

He had been oozing a lot of precum and it slipped in easily.  I caught
Guido completely by surprise. A second or two later I felt something like a
fire hose spurting in my ass. I did a fancy dance on his pole and then
massaged the organ. He eventually went soft but my ass worked its magic and
his erection returned after some sphincter therapy. He shot off a second
time and I got off his pole and slipped my cock into his ass a second
time. It was an easy fit this time.

This time I fucked him proper and when I flooded his ass with my cream,
Guido shot off too. I took that as a compliment. We went at it, round robin
fucking for another two hours. Guido wasn't much of a talker. He expressed
affection through orgasms and erections.

I did discover I was the first man to plow and seed him and that was a
complete success. When he left he told me he had never been completely
drained before. It took a little while to realize that had been a
compliment. He also called me the next day and thanked me for a good
time. Late in the week he called again and asked if he could come over
again. I was busy that weekend, but I said I was going to meet with a
friend on Sunday. He could join us if he was interested.  Guido said he
wasn't sure.  Ten minutes later he called and said he would join me.

I was going to meet with Billy and Billy had said he would like to try a
threesome.  I had never been in a threesome either. I was in an adventurous
mood. Guido came by at once and I drove us to the farmhouse. Guido was
nervous.

"I've never done this before.  It might be odd to have someone watching,"
he said. "This guy is all right?"

"He's a nice guy," I said. "I'm not sure anyone will be watching. Billy and
I are doers!"

"You aren't going to gang up on me, are you?"

I laughed. "Billy likes the bottom.  Unless he can gang up on you by
opening his ass extra wide, you are safe!"

"I don't know what he might think of me."

"I have a feeling once your cock is in his ass, it won't make any
difference what he thinks," I said.

Guido smiled. "I guess you are right about that," he agreed.

When we came to the farmhouse Billy was waiting for us on the front
porch. He was muscular, shirtless and tanned.  Guido loved what he
saw. They were both macho men and the felt mutual attraction. What happened
next was beautiful.

Guido and Billy were two intensely masculine men who forgot they were macho
and allowed their cocks to take charge. They gave up on their hang ups and
worries and just decided to enjoy themselves. Billy was a bigger man, but
Guido was more muscular. Billy was blond and his hair was bleached by the
sun. Guido was dark and hairy. We went to the bedroom and stripped. Both
men tended to hold back, but when the stripped, both were fully erect. That
is a good way to say I'm glad to meet you.

I knelt between them licking their cocks as they talked. After a minute or
two both men were oozing. The conversation was Guido's idea of romantic.

"Damn you're a big boy," he said, "I love to fuck, can you take my cock?"

"I sure as shit can," Billy replied.

"I like to dump my load in your ass."

"I'd love that," Billy said. "Will you take mine?"

"No, I don't do that," Guido replied.  There was a pause. "That isn't
exactly true. Last week Brian here, polished my ass and he gave it a sperm
bath."

"Brian's fucked me many times. How did you like it?" Billy asked.

"I liked it. I liked his cream in me too," Guido admitted.

As I mentioned before, Guido expressed affection through erections and
orgasms. By that standard the three of us had an exceptionally affectionate
afternoon.