Date: Sat, 2 Jun 2012 03:21:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: David's Gratitude 6

David's Gratitude 6
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

"Let's go to my bedroom where we can get comfortable," I
suggested. Strangely, Bill relaxed as soon as we entered the bedroom.  He
was a conventional man and sex in the living room seemed odd. We fooled
around for about fifteen minutes and Bill got use to the situation. There
was a lot of touching and stroking.  David, Johnny and I were much more
relaxed than Bill.  I was sure Bill wanted to do more, but was uneasy.

I got Bill off to the side. "David and Johnny usually get it on pretty hot
and heavy," I whispered into his ear. "I think they are ready to go at it."

"Can I watch?" Bill asked.

"Sure, but it's better if you join in," I explained. "If you see something
that gets you going, don't be shy!"

"I'm really excited and afraid I'm going to shoot off," Bill whispered to
me. "I shoot huge loads; it's really messy."

"I don't think that's a problem," I replied. "As a matter of fact, I think
that would add to the festivities."

"Are you sure about that?" he asked. I nodded. He was like Johnny. He was
new to the scene and didn't know the rules. The lights came back on with
the air conditioning.

I smiled. "Don't worry, I wash the sheets afterwards. Everyone will shoot
off if we get lucky. Usually there is sperm and semen everywhere, on the
sheets, in my beard, in Johnny's ass." There was only one light in the
bedroom, and I saw Bill's cock twitch when I mentioned Johnny's ass. Naked
men can't hide anything.

I left Bill to his own devices and joined Johnny and David.  Johnny was
sucking David. Johnny had his ass in the air and his legs spread. His
delicate hole was exposed. I went to the side table and found a tube of
lubricant. I second I touched Johnny's ass he moaned. I worked some into
his ass.

"Get it in deep," David said, "as deep as you can!"  Bill was watching and
all but shivering in excitement. I motioned for him to come over.

"Can you help me out?" I asked.

"How?"

"Let me coat your cock in lube and then you can shove it in deep," I
explained. "David is a big boy, the deeper the better." Bill looked
shocked. "I'm sure Johnny would love it." Lust triumphed over
discretion. Bill nosed his lube-covered cockhead into Johnny's quivering
ass. Johnny was moaning in pleasure.

"Don't be shy; he needs that lube in as deep as you can go!" I said. Bill
gently pushed and his cock vanished.

"Pump a little; get it all in as deep as you can!" I added. After four or
five stokes Bill treated us to a view of what had have been the best orgasm
of his life. His whole body shivered and twitched as he pumped his man seed
deep into Johnny's rectum. He tried to pull out after the first six or
seven ejaculations but I didn't let him.

"That's right, get the lube deep!" I cried. When the ejaculations subsided,
he pulled out. As he stepped aside, David came over and eased his monster
into Johnny's body. Johnny didn't resist at all. Bill gasped as the huge
cock slipped in. His cock twitched once more and a glob of semen fell to
the floor.

I wasn't sure Johnny wanted Bill's cock in his ass and I didn't know if
David would appreciate using Bill's semen as lubricant, but all was
well. Bill sat down.  I think he was dizzy after his orgasm. David and
Johnny seemed more than satisfied. Johnny later told me Bill was good on
his own right, but it was a good way to prepare for David's oversized
organ.

David gave Johnny's ass a complete workout, and then pulled out to avoid
shooting to early. I slipped in and damn, if I didn't add my seed to the
sexual soup in Johnny's ass. I had a top of the line orgasm and collapsed
on the bed, exhausted. By then David and recharged and continued his anal
marathon.

I must have fallen asleep. When I woke, my legs were on Bill's shoulders
and his cock was at my ass. I didn't want to be fucked, but I was too tired
to complain. I didn't want to hurt Bill's feelings either. He was new to
man sex and it was good for him to take the initiative. I just relaxed.

Bill had a nice cock, slightly larger than average, but not
exceptional. When he was soft, I noticed he had some extra foreskin. He
pushed a few times and my sphincter resisted. He added more lubricant to
his cock and then he pushed again. This time he went deep and his cock
seemed to touch every sexual nerve in my body. I almost passed out it was
so good. Fifteen or twenty minutes later, my sperm coated my body. I had
shot off Roman candle style spreading my seed over my gut, chest and even
beard. I felt him squirting after every ejaculation.  It tickled my ass
lining.  It was beautiful.  Johnny and Bill left, but I knew they would be
coming back.

'Are you running school for sexually repressed men?" David asked. I
laughed.

"It seems like that," I said.  "It seems to me I am an unlikely candidate
for running such a school. I'm not that experienced and I don't know shit
about sex!"

"I think you have such a good attitude about sex.  You are comfortable and
easy to be with," David said. It seemed to me that was a compliment.

David spent the next day with Bill going to banks and checking out safety
deposit boxes and savings accounts. They also were checking out some
brokerage houses. Sally had a taste for tax-free municipal bonds. I came
home at lunchtime and Johnny was waiting.  It was his day off.

"Willy, do you think I'm normal?" he asked. "When I got home last night, I
couldn't sleep. All I could think about was what we did and how good it
was. Do normal men enjoy that stuff as much? Do you think I'm a pervert?"

"I think we all enjoyed it," I replied. "You may have enjoyed it more, but
perhaps you are capable of more enjoyment. Are you a Baptist by any
chance?"

"How did you know?"

"Well, parts of my family are afflicted with born-again, bible-thumping
religion. They seemed to think that anything on the wild side of a bible
study class is sinful," I explained. "There are a lot of people who assume
if it's enjoyable it's sinful.  You may have been infected."

"You make it sound like a disease," Johnny said.

"The world is made up of ugly things and beautiful things; good people and
bad people, painful things and pleasurable things. Some preachers see only
the bad side, the ugly and painful side of life," I said.  "Some believe
you should continuously fight sin. I think it's important to remember to
enjoy life, treat people well and enjoy the good things god gave
us. Forgiveness and love are more important than punishing sin. I've run
into some people who hated sin so much they turned mean, sour and nasty."

"I had a Sunday School teacher like that. We all left her class every
Sunday feeling bad about life," Johnny said.

"How did you feel last night when you left my house?"

"I was on top of the world," Johnny admitted. "It was later that night that
I began to get worried.  I guess it was my old Sunday school teacher making
an unwelcome reappearance."

"Human beings are hard wired to enjoy sex and to crave it sometimes, all
animals are," I said. "Sex is the basis of life and evolution. The only
real perversity is when you don't enjoy it. That is a problem." We talked a
little longer, but Johnny was on his way to help his folks with chores
around the house, so he left. I think he was feeling better.

I went off to the hardware store. I had done my annual inventory of tools
and it was short as usual. The main culprit was the annual school play and
it wasn't as bad as last year. Somehow, the students managed to break three
hammers, some screwdrivers and destroyed several saws. For some reason they
seemed to think a standard saw would work on a concrete block. The school
had a budget for tool replacement, but some of the parents gave me some
cash to pay for the damaged tools.

The manager of the store, Butch, knew me and I got a good discount. He was
into hardware and was really good about doors and lock hardware. My school
was almost 40 years old and they had skimped on the hardware. It was always
falling apart or jamming.  Butch was a help.

I was looking for saws that would be good enough for daily use, but not so
good that another attack on a concrete block would leave me mourning its
loss. I saw Butch talking with Joey on the other side of the store. Joey
saw me looking at them. Joey gave me a look as if he had been caught doing
something wrong, but then smiled in a knowing way. I bought my tools and
left. Joey was waiting in the parking lot.

"How are you doing?" he asked. "I had a good time with you and your pal."

I smiled. "I noticed you connected with my pal."

"I sure did." Joey came closer to me. "I was talking with Butch about some
quick tension relief. We both need it, but we need a place. You're his
type. He only has an hour for lunch."

"Do you know where I live?" I asked.

"No, but Butch does. He's made deliveries to you often enough," Joey said,
"Are you game?" I nodded and went off to my house. Joey and Butch appeared
at my front door five minutes later.

I shook hands with Butch. "Damn Willy, I had no idea we had pledged the
same fraternity," he said. Butch was about six feet tall, blond,
barrel-chested and solid. He had a Marine type haircut. He was the least
likely to be a gay man in town.

"Are you and Joey old pals?" I asked.

"We aren't exactly pals, but we pool our resources from time to time," Joey
said. "We aren't lovers; we are playmates. He's a great top, but usually we
don't have the time. Butch has a long fuse."

"Well, let's not stand here talking. Let's get naked and play," I said. We
went to the bedroom and stripped. Butch was better naked than dressed and
he was pretty damn good dressed. He body was pale white with a coat of
almost white hair covering his chest. He had large pink nipples and an
impressive man snake crowned with a purple head. He was half-hard.

I took a tube of lubricant and squirted some on his cock. I massaged it on
and then added more. He was rock hard.

"That was real nice, Willy," Butch said. "Do you mind if Joey and I get
down to business?  I need to get back to work shortly." I told him to go
ahead.

While Butch was businesslike, he was also enthusiastic. Joey was just
enthusiastic. "We've never done it with store bought lube before. Your ass
is smooth as silk," Buster said.  "Let's see if you can keep me out." He
pulled his boated organ out so only the tip of his knob was at the
pucker. Joey tensed up as he clenched his ass. Butch playfully pushed, but
didn't get in.  He pushed a few more times. Butch pushed harder and his
cock head vanished, but then he pulled it out again. "Keep that ass tight!"
he ordered, "It feels great on my cock head!" Joey did as he was asked.

"Willy, you might think I am gay, but I'm not," Butch said as he pushed his
cock deep. He began fucking Joey with slow, rhythmic thrusts. "I do like
sex a lot. My wife had moods, and I mean moods. Joey is always ready,
willing and able."

Joey had his legs on Butch's shoulders. Butch almost has his eyes closed as
the rubbed Joey's rectum. Sometimes he would slow is thrusts as his cock
rubbed Joey's prostate. Butch knew his way around a man's ass.

"I can tell you like sex, being not gay is not as evident," I said.

Butch looked at me and seemed annoyed and them he smiled. "Maybe telling
you I'm not gay while I'm pounding a guy's ass isn't that
convincing. Joey's man cunt's is a lot tighter than a woman's hole. I
didn't want to fuck Joey at first. Joey had sucked up a few quarts of my
special sauce for a long while and he wanted to be fucked. I figured I owed
him that."

"I take it the experiment was a success?"

"As you can see, it sure was. It's not tense like with my wife," Butch
added. "I can just relax and let nature take its course. Joey likes it when
I flood his hole with sperm. My wife's had a few accidents with birth
control.  I have four kids. Joey promised me not to get pregnant." I had
straddled Joey's face and he was licking my balls. I reached over and
played with Butch's big tits.

"We're all boys here. I don't care if you are gay or not. As long as it's
fun, it okay with me," I said.

"Damn I wish I could shoot off. I'm running out of time," Butch said.

"What if we were to pretend we were gay and try to get it on big time?" I
asked. "That might pull the trigger." He leaned forward and we kissed. A
minute later he was shooting. If his orgasm was so intense I was afraid
some of his internal organs might have become detached and been shot into
Joey's ass.

I had a chain reaction orgasm. I shot off spraying him and coating his
gut. The sperm rained on Joey and he shot his load. Butch was one of those
men who lose interest as soon as they climaxed. We broke apart; he showered
and left. Joey cleaned up and thanked me for helping out. Butch is a real
turn on for me," he said. "I hope he was good for you."

An hour later, the phone rang. It was Butch. "I really enjoyed getting
together," he said. I said it was good for me too.

"That pretending stuff was good too," he added.

"Maybe we could get together another time and pretend again," I said.

"I would like that.  It was much better than I expected," Butch said before
he hung up the phone. I was flattered.

I knew that some men were willing to take a trip on the wild side form time
to time. At the logging camp, it was either man sex or no sex. It seemed to
depend on your sexual drive. Some were happy dating their right
hand. Others were open to sexual possibilities. I think many men are
opportunists. They might not go looking for a blowjob, but if the
opportunity arose, they were willing to contribute a cock. Butch liked sex
and could make do with whatever was available.

The media tends to show men as flaming faggots or macho he-men. I think
there are many variations. I have run into men who didn't like women, but
liked one particular woman. I certainly have run into men who liked sex
with women, but didn't seem to like women in general. I think there are
many gay men who like women, just not as sexual partners.

My dad and mom had bachelor uncles and maiden aunts. Some men just didn't
settle down. That was expected and normal. Today a man over forty is
"probably" gay. If you don't get married, you are a bit suspect. No one
thought anything about sailing on a ship with an all male crew for months
or years. The crew might get wild and crazy at port, but they always
returned to the ship with all male crew.

For some reason, David and I seemed to have been attracting men. They
weren't the people the television portrays as gay men. They seemed to be
ordinary nice guys who happened to share our sexual tastes. I laughed at
myself. I wasn't sure I had sexual tastes. At the logging camp, I had been
purely opportunistic. I was young, very horny and willing. Gussy had an
ass; I was willing to fill it. I didn't love Gussy; it was purely
recreational.

While it was recreational, I wonder if it might be more than that in some
ways. While some say sex is evil, it is more likely that it is life
affirming. It is at the core of all animal life. Sex is so physically and
emotionally satisfying because it is necessary. It's called a sex drive or
a sexual urge for a reason. Men get hard because it is an absolute
requirement for sex. The sex drive doesn't exist only when persons of the
opposite sex are nearby. It seems to be a constant in most human lives.

David returned after a long day visiting banks. He was tired, but it now
appeared that the grand total of Dorothy and Sally's cash hoard was nearing
$600,000.00. That was in addition to the insurance settlement and David's
own retirement and savings. He complained it was a long day. I told him if
he was tired form finding all that money he could keep it to himself.

He looked at me and smiled. "I guess there are worse things."

I made dinner as we talked. He told me about the search. While Dorothy and
Sally were hoarders and misers, they were also honest. All the taxes and
fees were paid. The accounts were set up so Dorothy signed a paper and the
accountants would do everything. David had thought it was odd that they
never filed jointly. Dorothy was an odd woman in many ways. The tax filing
quirk was minor compared to her desire to save every scrap of waste paper
she came into contact with.

"I was thinking that we could have traveled or had a summer house in the
woods. She loved the mountains," David said. "We could have fixed up the
house and had a pleasanter life."

"That is your thinking, not hers. If you had a bigger house she would have
just had more room to fill with scrap," I said. "She had control over her
life, and your life by the way. She wanted to live that way. She was
married to the man with the biggest cock in town, and she didn't want it. I
don't know if you have noticed, but there are a good many men who were more
than willing to enjoy your cock?"

"Do you think they really enjoy it?"

"Shit David, if we put a naked picture of you on the web we would have so
many people interested in you we would have a problem with crowd control,"
I exclaimed. "We would have lines around the block."

"You think there are that many gay men in town?"

"David, I bet we would have a good proportion of the female population
too," I answered.

"I have a hard time believing women are interested in that sort of thing,"
David said.

"Dorothy brain washed you," I replied. "Look on the bright side. Dorothy is
dead and you have her money. You have also discovered you have all the
makings of a middle-aged sex god. You have just discovered new ways to use
your cock, and I can assure you that the more you use it, the better it
will be."

At ten David went off to take a shower. I dozed off and when I woke, he was
snoring away on his bed. He was tired. I went to bed and had no problem
falling asleep.  The next day was Saturday and the 4th of July was in the
middle of the next week. The school was closed for the entire week, so I
only had to drop by and check things out once a day. I had the week off.

Saturday morning Rusty called me and asked if he could visit again.  Of
course, I said yes and that he could stay as long as he wanted. David went
to the hardware store to get some garden things. When he returned, he said
he had run into Joey who said he and Charlie were having a cook out, sleep
over that evening and they wanted to know if we could come. "I would like
to go, but I said I would talk with you," David said.

"I'm game," I replied. "A night in the woods might be fun." Then I
remembered Rusty was going to be back that afternoon.

"We can bring Rusty, David said. "Joey said the more the merrier, as long
as we bring our own beer. If the fishing is good, we will have fish for
dinner, if it's bad it's hamburgers and hot dogs. I said we could bring
anything that was ripe in the garden. I'll call Joey and tell him we have a
guest."

A little later Johnny dropped by. David asked if he wanted to go to a cook
out, sleep over at Charlie's pond. Johnny wasn't sure, but that was because
David's invitation wasn't clear enough. I explained the cook out would have
a sexual component. "Don't worry, you won't be the only bottom," I added.

"Do you think Bill would enjoy it?" David asked.

"I think Joey and Charlie might be a bit more rustic than Bill would find
attractive." I said.

Johnny blushed bright red. "That might not be a problem," he said. "You
know he was uneasy when he came here. That was because of Willy.  Bill has
associated exclusively with the country club set for years. The idea of
association with a janitor rather scared him. That it might turn into sex
terrified him."

"I thought he liked it," I said.

"Bill didn't like it; he loved it," Johnny explained. "He told me he had
never been so turned on. Your rustic friends might be good for him."

David called Joey and told him we might brick several friends if that was
oaky. They talked for a while. I went to the garden to pick some
vegetables.  David came out. Charlie and Joey seemed to be pleased as punch
we were bringing some friends. "I told Joey these guys weren't very
experienced. He liked that too."