Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2013 11:48:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Best Sex Ever 4

Best Sex Ever 4
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, any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com

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Teddy and Rod

If you looked at the census reports, they would have said the William and
Liza Wright had two children. In reality, they had one, my sister
Tiffany. She was a dream come true for them, everything they wanted in a
child.  I'm Teddy, and I was born two years before Tiffany. Unfortunately,
I was also born five months after the wedding.  They were Baptists and
became increasingly Baptist, as they got older.  I was a product of sin;
Tiffany was an angel.

They catered to Tiffany's every wish and she became a demanding, irrational
child and a nightmare for everyone who knew her. She was pretty and Mom and
Dad got into the Children's beauty pageant thing. She won a few, but that
made a bad situation worse.

To outsiders Tiffany was hell on wheels, and I was the perfect child.  I
was polite, well mannered and did very well at school. Tiffany was rude and
the parent-teacher's conferences usually started two weeks into each
year. If she was in a good mood, she could get an "A." When she was moody,
she would refuse to take the test.  She was never able to play with others.
Eventually they home schooled her. My parents never miss treated me; they
just ignored me.

My Grandparents were always nice as was my Uncle Ken. He was a bachelor
Uncle, who had lots of time to spare.  Mom and Dad didn't approve of Uncle
Ken, but they were relieved he would take me off of their hands.  There was
some talk about when Uncle Ken would find the right woman. I eventually
realized Uncle Ken wasn't ever going to marry a woman. Frankly, that made
sense to me, especially given my experience with Mom.

Uncle Ken had pals, but in all those years, I never had a single sexual
experience with any of them. One of his pals, Rod had a drinking
problem. He got drunk one night and I found him naked on the floor in the
living room.  I was 13 and had never seen a full-grown naked man
before. Rod's cock seemed huge.  When he sobered up he apologized
profusely.

Rod didn't come by for a month or so.  When he eventually visited, he no
longer drank.  At just about the time I saw Rod naked, I began to grow. I
had a spectacular growth spurt. I was shaving by 14 and could grow a beard
by 16. Mom and Dad spent huge amounts on Tiffany's clothes.  Most of my
clothes were given to me by my Grandparent and Uncles, so I sported a
slightly lumberjack look in school. I was never fat, but I was
graceless. Granddad said I looked like his father, shaped liked a brick and
solid as a rock. I wasn't born to be a ballet dancer.  I was good in
school, but especially good in mathematics, computers and the sciences.

I was going to tryout for the football team, but the Coach was the Biology
teacher, Mr. Miller.  He said I shouldn't play football.  "Your future is
elsewhere, and I don't want you to be hurt," he said. Colleges were
contacting me my junior year. After my SATs I had colleges calling me. My
folks didn't notice.  They were going to pageants from Friday to Monday, so
my visits to Uncle Ken were more regular.

My Grandmother died in my junior year of High School and I began spending
more time with him. My parents had faded from the scene by then. Tiffany's
career as a beauty queen was a full time obsession for them. For many kids
being ignored by your parents would be a big problem, but Uncle Ken and
Granddad more than filled the gap. I heard them talking about my parents
once.  They thought there was something wrong with my parents
mentally. Tiffany hated Uncle Ken and disliked Granddad. I think they
didn't pay enough attention to her.  I was a bit worried about her too, but
she wouldn't talk to me by then.

In my senior year, I had to decide between a full scholarship to M.I.T, the
University of Chicago or Stanford. I decided n M.I.T.  That was a good
choice. Being a smart computer and science guy was a problem in high
school, but not at M.I.T. I was a little afraid I was a big fish in a
little pond in High School and it would be the very different at MIT. I was
a good student without much effort at school. At MIT, I was a good student
too.  It took more work, but working in more advanced levels of science was
fun and exciting me. Much to my surprise, that while I was an outsider in
high school, at MIT, I was one of the more regular guys. I had a great time
there.

I was at Uncle Ken's house on summer vacation when I got a call that
Tiffany was dead. She had become wild and uncontrollable as she aged. At
12, she had been a beautiful girl, but as she matured, her features
changed.  She was still good looking, but not beauty queen material. That
was a disaster. She had bad taste in friends, and she was with one when she
was killed in a car accident. The driver was drunk and ran into a truck.
The car exploded and neither she nor the driver lived. Identification was
by dental records.

Mom and Dad were in shock.  They didn't seem to recognize Uncle Ken or me
and barely acknowledged Granddad. They had a big funeral, but not that many
people attended. Most of their friends had drifted away, and Tiffany had
only a few friends.  My parents were crushed. Their fantasy world died with
Tiffany.

I didn't move back with them. They were mad that I was alive and Tiffany
dead.  Uncle Ken and I had spent a lot of time with Granddad when my
Grandmother died, so I knew something about grief.  He had been grief
stricken, but Mom and Dad were devastated. There was nothing you could
do. There was nothing anyone could do.

I went back to school. I graduated and then was immediately awarded a
research fellowship to work on a major project. I also began working on my
doctorate. It was an exciting project and I loved it. I didn't go home
much. Ten years later, I had my degree, several published papers and tenure
track teaching position at Middleton College in my hometown. Things had
gone well for me.

Dad died a week after I received my doctorate.  Mom died two weeks
later. They remained bitter about Tiffany's death to the end. I inherited
everything including the house. Their lives had stopped with my sister's
death.  The house was a mess, but their savings and investment accounts
were in good shape. I wasn't wealthy, but I was in good financial
condition.

I had the summer off for the first time since I was an undergraduate.  I
knew I wasn't going to find the right girl when I was in high school.  In
Boston, I found some friends, couple of friends with benefits and a few
fuck buddies. Sex was fun, but it was best with pals who wanted some stress
relief from academics.  I had buddies, not lovers.

MIT was 500 miles away, and I had no sexual connections at home. That
wasn't a problem at first.  I had to get ready for my new classes, and
every spare moment was occupied by cleaning the house. Mom has essentially
stopped cleaning and she had filled the house with junk, dusty junk. She
collected dolls that looked like Tiffany, several thousand of them. Ken
knew a man who was into collectables. Mom's collection wasn't
collectibles. There was no value in the hoard.

Dad collected papers and magazines. Apparently, he was looking for
references to Tiffany.  He saved them because he was sure there were coded
references to her in the texts. I eventually had a trash service haul
things away.  The furniture, plumbing and electrical fixtures and wiring
were in bad shape. The place needed to be completely renovated.

The house was in a good neighborhood, and the house was essentially well
built. I toyed with the idea of selling it, but it would be hard to find a
better place. I needed a contractor.

That is when Rod appeared.  Rod had been a carpenter with a drinking
problem when I met him years earlier.  He now had his own building company
and was quite successful. He marketed himself as the rehab specialist. That
is what I needed. Uncle Ken told me to give him a call.  I did and we made
an appointment to get together.

I was slightly excited about seeing him again. That glance of his cock had
exited me when I was 13. It was the first adult cock I had seen and it
seemed big and impressive. Some of those early memories remained. He
arrived on time driving a big, well-used truck.  He had changed. I knew
that he had stopped drinking. He had been skinny and sickly looking.  He
was a beefy, bull of a man now. He also knew his stuff.

He told me what needed to be done and what could be done.  He discusses the
advantages of each course of action. He was helpful. We talked for an hour.
We sat down at the kitchen table and he made a list of things to
consider. I made coffee.

It's hard to believe you are Kenny's little nephew," he said.

"I guess you could say I've filled out some."

"You're bigger than Kenny," he remarked. "Kenny and I have been pals for
years."

"Are you lovers?" I asked.  I don't know what got into me.

"No we aren't that way," he said. "You could say we are playmates. You know
the expression friends with benefits?"

I smiled. "I do and I understand. I had some friends with benefits at
school," I said. "I don't want to embarrass you, but when is saw you naked
years ago, I think that was the first time I was excited by a cock.  It
wasn't my last."

"You can't believe how pissed Ken was when that happened," Rod said. "He
was my best friend and I realized I had to change if I was going to keep
him as a friend."  We talked a little longer and then he left.  I spoke
with two other contractors about the renovation, but Rod was the most
professional of the group.  A week later, I hired him to do the work.

I was staying with Uncle Ken as Rod did the work.  I was in bed when Rod
came by and he got it on with Ken. I met Rod leaving Ken's room naked on
the way to the bath.

"Sorry about this," he said. He was still half-hard.  I had a flashback to
my youth.  If anything, his cock looked better.

"I like the view," I said.

"Kenny falls asleep after he pops," Ron whispered. "I need to get home." I
was wearing jockey shorts that were too small. My cock gets hard easily,
and my cock head showed above the band. "You've grown up everywhere.  I
have an early day tomorrow, I need to get home." I went back to bed.

The next morning at breakfast Ken asked, "You noticed Rod sometimes stays
late?"

"I ran into him going to the bathroom," I said. "Damn, he's well hung."

"I'm not good about platonic relationships," Ken said.

"Platonic relationships are fine as long as there is enough sex," I said.
Ken laughed.

"Rod likes you a lot," he said.  "His intentions are not honorable. He
wants your bod."

"Would that bother you?"

"When you were a kid it did.  I didn't think any of my pals were into that,
but I kept a close eye," he said.  "I like sex a lot, but I want everyone
to be adult and to know what they are getting into. It's not a problem now.
As far as I can tell, you are adult. Rod and I are pals who let off some
steam some times. If you are anything like me at your age, you have a lot
of steam to let off!"

"Rod likes to please and he will do anything you like.  I like to top.
He's done me a few times, but that just being polite," he added. "He likes
to top. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all," I replied. "If we got it on, would you be pissed?"

"No, Rod's a nice guy," Uncle Ken said. I had no idea if Rod and I would
connect, but I didn't like the idea of going behind Ken's back.  I knew all
about friends with benefits, but I also knew that sometimes one man might
be a lot more into it than the other man was. Apparently, that wasn't a
problem with Ken and Rod.

That afternoon I went by the house after class.  Rod and Earl, the head
carpenter, were looking at a hole in the floor.  It took me a few seconds
to realize the hole was the site of a toilet. The toilet was in the
basement.

"The floor was easy to repair, but the tile men were scheduled to work on
Monday," Rod said. "They have another job scheduled on Wednesday and he
wouldn't have an opening for a few weeks. That would set back the project a
month.I have a wedding to go to this weekend,"

Earl said. "I'm the best man, so I can't miss it. I can't help."

"I can do it myself," Rod said.

"I'd be glad to help," I said.  "I know nothing about carpentry, but I can
fetch and tote."  That was fine for Rod. He started early at 7:00.  I was
there and helped as I could. Rod was fast and efficient.  He removed the
rotted wood joists and then installed new ones.  The toilet had been
leaking for a long time and most of the floor was bad.

It was a lot of work, but he was fast and soon had new sheathing in place
by 3:00 in the afternoon. He said the plumber would be in on Sunday to
rough in the plumbing. It was a hot, summer day and the bathroom had little
ventilation.  We were drenched in sweat at the end of the day.

"I need to clean up before I get in my car. It's new and I have cloth
seats. I'm afraid I will leave a stain," I said, "The upstairs bath still
works."  Rod looked at me.  I smiled.

"That sounds good to me," he said. "Do you mind if I join you?"  He knew
the answer, so we went to the bath.

He stripped off his shirt; I stripped naked.  He liked that.

"It's funny, I remembered you as a shy kid," Rod said. "You aren't shy
anymore." He dropped his pants.  His cock was all I remembered it to be. I
was much more familiar with man tools now.  It was a beauty.

"I saw your cock when you were passed out on the floor when I was a kid. It
impressed me then," I said.  "It still does."

"Are you into my cock?" he asked.

"I am, big time," I said.  "Uncle Ken and I have the same tastes." I turned
on the water in the shower. Rod joined me. It wasn't a big shower, and we
were close. I wanted to suck him, but I was too late. He was on his knees
and my cock was in his mouth. He took the whole thing, and then slowly
pulled back until only my knob was in his mouth. His tongue felt good as he
swirled it around my cock head. He then deep throated me.

He did this a few times.  On the last time he pulled off, he suctioned
every drop of sperm from my balls. It was a spectacular orgasm; I could
hardly breathe.  I just ejaculated over and over again.  Rod didn't stop
sucking.  My pals at school pulled off at the first spurt. Rod seemed to
like it. He was sucking my man cream as it if were caviar. My cock head
gets really sensitive when I shoot.  I wanted to pull away but I couldn't
do that. It was too good to move.

I had to go to dinner that night at the department chair's house, so I
could stay. I told Rod I wanted to play another time.

"I owe you some attention," I said. "I think I shortchanged you."

"I don't keep score. You shoot on hell of a load; I'm not complaining.

"We were busy for the next two weeks. There was a summer school session and
one of our professors was called out of town. I had to do double duty. The
house was done two days after the session ended.  I moved into the house.
It was a nice house but I didn't have many good feelings about it.

When I returned to the house, it was mine. It was fresh and new.  I had
saved a few good pieces of furniture, but the house that had been cluttered
with junk was open and airy.  It was spacious and bright. Grandpa and Uncle
Ken helped me move in.  Rod finished some little odds and ends, such as
installing blinds and toilet accessories.

I provided a dinner of take out Chinese food.  Everyone was tired and left
except for Rod. What was a hard day for most of us, was a normal day for a
contractor.

"Are you tired?" Rod asked.

"I am, but I'm not so tired to want you to go," I said. "I have plans for
tonight. There is some unfinished business from the last time you were here
fixing the bathroom floor."

"Maybe I could suck you to sleep?"

"Uncle Ken told me you like to fuck," I said. "I've not been much of a
bottom, but since he told me that, the idea had grown on me."

"I don't want you to do something you don't enjoy," Rod said.

"I told you that you were the first naked man I had ever seen. I didn't
know what you could do with a cock them, but I wanted to do something with
it, just didn't know what," I said. "Every time I had a new sexual
experience I thought of what it would be like with you and your cock. I
thought it would be better and more exciting."

"I might be disappointing," Rod said. "I thought you were a nice kid, and
it was good that Kenny took such an interest in you. I was shocked when you
came back from college and had turned into a hunk. I like men
manly. Kenny's my best friend and a turn on, but you are like Kenny with a
quadruple dose of testosterone. I'm over the hill. Are you really
interested?"

"Let's go up stairs and see," I suggested. We went to the new master
bedroom.

He tried to suck me first, but I was too fast for him. His cock was a sex
Popsicle to me. It was good and then became better as I coaxed his man
juices from his balls. A little later, I discovered that my lack of
interest in being fucked vanished when the right cock was in my ass. Rod's
member was a perfect fit.

His cock hit every good spot there was in my ass. I didn't know how good it
could be. I also didn't know toy could fuck for hours and that a man could
climax five or six times. I should have been sore, but Rod shot so much
cream in my ass, it wasn't a problem. I fell asleep a few times, but
discovered it was wonderful to wake up with a cock probing my ass. When I
woke at 7:00 the next morning, Rod was sucking and I fed him breakfast in
bed.

Rod spent the day working on little things and fucking me between chores.
That afternoon, I fucked him for the first time.  He had a tight ass, but I
worked my way in.  When my pubes ticked his ass, he shot off. It was a four
alarm, hands-free orgasm. This was a first for me, and a first for him.
Things couldn't get any better.