Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2016 21:13:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: gaystoryman@yahoo.com
Subject: Cherry Pickers 2

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The Cherry Pickers  2


Coach: My name if Jerry, but I've been called Coach for so many years that
sometimes it takes me a second to realize who "Jerry" is when the name is
called.  I'm 49 years old. Next year I will be able to retire after 28
years of teaching.  I've always been interested in sports and played
football in high school and college, though I was a little guy.  The
kicking team became my specialty, and helping decide the crucial games in
high school in our favor got me a full scholarship at a small college.

I've always been aware of my sexuality, knowing that I was more attracted
to men than women, but I found at in college that I could function with a
woman.  Majoring in PE, and wanting to coach in high school, I knew that I
had to fight the urge, and married a wonderful woman, Ellen, the summer
after we graduated. Luck had it that we there were teaching positions at
the same high school; she 12th grade honors English and me History and
Coaching.  Exactly one year from our wedding day, July 4, 1976, our first
son, Gerald, Jr. was born.  A born jock, he seemed to be straight, and then
our second son, Josh born in March of 1996. Josh was a complete surprise as
Ellen's periods had always been irregular and we used a fertilization drug
to conceive Gerald.  Gerald was a little surprised to be a brother at age
20, and kidded me about being a stud.  All went well until four years ago
when I was called in a panic to her classroom. An ambulance arrived, but it
was too late, Ellen had an aneurism, and died on the way to the hospital.
For the next four years I lived the life of a monk, being Dad, Mom and
parent to Josh.

Two years after Ellen's death I met Bob in the Country Club sauna.  One of
the perks of being the Head Coach was free membership in the club.  From
the tents in our towels, there was no doubt where the conversation was
leading.  Bob was older than I and very good looking with salt and pepper
hair, and a chest rug that while primarily black had a shock of white hair
in the middle. I kidded him that his chest made him look like a dog I once
owned.  The desire was there, but as he had recently remarried, and because
of my job, I shied away taking things to the next level. Bob sensed my
concern and was happy to have me as a buddy.  One day we talked of
retirement.  I told Bob that soon I would have to make a decision about my
career. The state system would allow me to retire with full retirement
after 28 years, but with Josh entering college, Ellen's insurance money
would probably be spent educating him.  While 50 would not be old, I was
scared at the prospect.

It was then that I learned about the Cherry Pickers. Bob was on the board,
and the man who ran the day to day operations would be retiring in a year.
Over the last couple of years, Bob figured out that I had been a "married
gay man" and had not stayed from my wife.  After extracting a promise
sealed with a kiss, he told me the history of the "Cherry Pickers".  The
group was composed of gay, married gay and bisexual men. I could be hired
without becoming a member, but to become a member, I would have to become a
newbie like the rest of the men attending for the first year and submit to
the initiation process, which would result in having my cherry popped.  I
stood there for a minute or without speaking.  Embarrassed that he had gone
too far, Bob looked down, and seeing the tent in my pants said "I take it
that you have thought it over and your head says YES."  Josh would stay
with his older brother for the summer as Gerald had graduated college was
gainfully employed.

Three days before I was to go to Cherry Hills, the estate of the Cherry
Pickers, Josh and I played a game of doubles with Bob's daughter Mary and
his step-son a former student of mine, Frank at the club. I was rudely
awakened at 3 in the morning as Bob relayed that Mary had basically raped
Frank. Bob was upset with Mary, but Frank's mother was convinced that Frank
had lured Mary to his bed.  Bob and I were pretty sure that Frank was
either bi or gay.  Frank and I had exchanged cell numbers and I called him
the next morning.

I have never seen a person as lost as Frank when he called. Although he had
finished his senior year in college, he was so naive, especially about his
looks.  Here stood a young man 6'3", blue eyes, 33 inch waist, red headed,
and covered head to toe in red down, which on his chest, around his cock
and on his ass, had to be described as red fur.  My cock wanted to be at
full mast every time I saw him.  He seemed not to have a clue that most
people men and women followed him with their eyes, in a lustful gaze. Being
his former coach, I had seen him in all stages of undress, and his torpedo
shaped uncut cock, with what appeared to be a tight foreskin excited me.
Once, when he crashed at my house, I saw his cock hard, and yes torpedo is
the best description for it as it is three times wider at the base than at
the tip. A man getting fucked by that cock will know he has been fucked, no
mushroom head here, just the head hiding behind a long foreskin, that did
not appear to fully retract when hard.  Low hangers, containing two large
orbs completed the package, and all of this including his hairy ass and
crack, was fodder to may jack off sessions for me.

 I wasn't sure, but I am pretty sure that my son Josh is gay.  Josh at age
17 is no slouch standing at five eight, and weighing one hundred seventy
pounds, not fat but certainly not skinny. He had huge nipples and a
beautiful 8 inch hard cock that I got to see several times when I went into
his room to wake him.  Josh many times slept on top of his always made bed,
with little on, and being just two guys in the house, we knew that morning
wood happened.  .  If I entered his room and he was asleep, I gaze at the
mushroom head of his hard cock, looking like a totem pole growing from his
curly thick black pubes.  His ball sack hung low with two egg sized
nuts. Damn he was hot, and if his ass was up, it was smooth except for a
hairy trail down this crack, and oh yea, he had jet black hair, blue eyes
and white skin.  I worked hard not to want to take him into my arms and
kiss him, but, as his Dad, I knew I couldn't.



Frank: Upon arriving at Coach's house, I found Josh packing his bags to go
spend the summer with his brother Gerald. Coach was going to work at an
estate called Cherry Hills, and would be for the summer a member of the
Cherry Pickers.  He was excited as this might lead to a career change with
him becoming head of running the estate.  This year would be different, as
he planned to enter on the same level as the other new guys so he could see
what the workers encountered.  Instead of living at the main house or in
one of the cottages, his room would be in the NEWBIE barracks, and if I
choose to attend, we would be close to each other, doing the same things,
although he would technically my boss.

 Before I agreed, Coach asked me if I was a virgin.  Hanging my head, I
said, "Coach you know the answer, I fucked Mary last night, though I was
asleep."

Coach countered, "Frank, I'm going to be blunt, have you ever had sex with
a man?"

I blushed and said "No Coach, I haven't". Not knowing what else to say I
hung my head.  I felt Coach take his hand, and place it on my chin as he
raised my head to an angle where he looked me directly in the eye.

"Frank, I am probably wrong, but having known you for four years in high
school, and observing you yesterday, answer me truthfully, are you either
bi or gay?"

"Coach, I functioned with Mary yesterday, but I was dreaming about a man"
Coach did not say a word, but kissed me and responded,

"Frank, I am also a virgin in the male sex department.  Before taking the
job at Cherry Hills, I found out that there will be gay and bi men
exclusively at Cherry Hills. If you want a full scholarship, are you
prepared to lose your virginity in an initianton ceremony?"

Cherry Hills was about two hours from home. After being on the road an
hour, Coach asked if I wanted to make some spending money over the course
of the summer.  "Hell Yes, Sir", I replied.  He pulled his truck into the
parking lot of a medical complex, and we entered the "Fertility and
Reproductive Specialists". I didn't know what to expect, but Coach
explained to me that if I wanted to jack off, and didn't mind the thought
helping others who could not have children, I could cum and get paid for
it.  Coach during his marriage and after had been making regular
deposits. After reading the literature, I thought that being a test tube
baby would disqualify me.  Because of being a test tube baby I was
interviewed gave my birth date, name and social security number. A few
minutes later, I found that at one time I had been a sperm in that very
bank and that my medical records were in order, except for current health
questions which I passed in flying colors.

I consented to be photographed from the neck down and first clothed and
later in all stages of undress, including my cock, which had a mind of its
own, and loved the session as precut oozed through the foreskin. The
photographer was built, and let me know he appreciated my body and cock.

We arrived and were shown to the barracks. There were 10 new guys that
year, and we covered the height range from 5'6" to 6'6", with every
combination of hair, body shapes and cock lengths, soft or in the morning
with wood. Work was from 7 am to 4 pm with an hour for lunch, provided by
the staff.  All of us had varied duties, and I drew the dream job four
hours in the morning working in the Cherry Trees and four in the afternoon
tending the tennis courts, pool and putting green for the wealthy who came
down to visit over the summer.  These men would help with the cherry trees
and all aspects of the farm.  One of the perks was that the pool had a no
suit rule, so I got to see all of the men, staff and new guys in their
glory, and many sported had cocks. Everyone checked each other out, and
wood was the natural state.

Even though the new staff had to be virgins, I figured out quickly that the
returning staff was not, when quite by surprise one day I went into the
changing room and found a camp counselor, John bent over a table with
Mr. Smith, head of finance, kissing him as he slid his cock in and out of
John's apparently not so virgin ass. Damn I popped a boner, and could only
stare in lust as John got fucked...all the while wishing it was me.  The
fucking went on for at least ten minutes with the pace getting faster and
faster as the forty or fifty year old man pounded John who was screaming
"deeper, deeper, harder...fuck my goddamn ass..." Mr. Smith was twisting
John's nipples and the slapping of balls against ass was a sound that I
wanted to feel.

Later that evening I saw John who matter of factly asked, "So what did you
think about me getting my ass plowed?"

"You knew I was there?" I asked with a shaking voice.

"Hell yea. And now I want to know at the end of the Cherry Popping Festival
do you want to have your Cherry Popped and become a member of the Cherry
Pickers?"  The fringe benefit of a scholarship was wonderful, but the idea
of having sex with hot men was what I really wanted.

John told me that whether I agreed to get my cherry popped or not, I would
still qualify for a scholarship, but would not be invited back to work
again, and would lose my chance to be a member of the group if I refused
this honor.

Me refuse?  I was in heaven. I had been paid to jack off, had seen guys
fucking and getting fucked and was now being asked to get my cherry popped
and join a group of gay men.  What was there to think about?  Times had
changed since the founding of the organization, but for many of the
members, being married with children, this secret society made life
bearable.  The Cherry Pickers, at least the ones I had seen were some of
the best looking, men and many were some of the wealthiest and most
powerful men in the nation if not the world.  Hell, I wanted to be fucked,
and the idea of joining this group with the fringe benefits was more than I
could imagine.

John told me the details would follow, but that it was a group initiation
and that if I felt uncomfortable at any time, I could leave, but would not
be invited back.  I did not tell him that Coach had leaked a little of the
information to me already, as I did not want to jeopardize his career.

The weeks flew by and I could not wait for the moment of truth when the
newbies would have their Cherry Popped.  In the newbie barrack it was all
we could talk about as each of us witnessed the horny members of the
returning staff fucking, sucking or making love to men their own age or
younger, or vice versa.  While I thought I knew many of those in
attendance, the really top men of wealth and power would not arrive until
two or three days before the initiation.

End of Chapter 2