Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2012 16:17:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: David's Gratitude 9

David's Gratitude 9

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
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Rusty was the third man to fuck Dudley that afternoon. He ended the day's
sexual adventure on a high note. Rusty's cock was the perfect fit for
Dudley ass. Rusty could do no wrong and Dudley left with a smile on his
face and a new outlook on life.

My life with David and Rusty entered a quiet period. We settled into a nice
routine. David came to grips with his newfound wealth. He wasn't quite a
millionaire, but for a man who had been teaching history in a High School
for most of his life, he was well off.

David was doing well, not just financially. He had been living an all but
monastic life with his late wife. It was sexless and joyless. I wouldn't
describe life at my house as wild and crazy, but I was dramatically better
than with Dorothy. I was afraid it would be a shock to David's system.

It was clear to me if your wife dies and your house burns down, sex can
really take the edge off. David had no sex life for at least twenty
years. My house was the Garden of Eden compared to that. I am not sure
David knew he liked man sex before, but he was a fast learner.

I was under the impression I had passed my sexual sell by date. After two
weeks with David, we had discovered a world of nice men and hot
sex. Somehow, the word got out that we were available and willing. The
secluded nature of my house was an attractive feature and David's oversized
cock play a role too.

With Charlie and Joey, we connected to the world of redneck men. William
connected us to the country club set. Johnny provided a connection to
firemen, EMT's and cops. This was all a surprise to me.

I had fallen for the media version of gay life. It consisted of cross
dressers, interior designers and flaming fags. While my first experiences
were with lumbermen, I hadn't considered that there were many masculine
working men who liked man sex. Charlie and Joey knew who they were and who
I would find attractive.

When I met William and Johnny, I assumed they were babes in the homosexual
woods. They weren't experienced, but they had many more experience than
they let on at first. Heterosexual men tend to brag about the women they
have had, and they tend to inflate the number of conquests.  When you meet
a gay man, he will tend to minimize the number of men he knows. I
discovered Johnny and Bill were not as innocent as they seemed.

They seemed to have forgotten about the man they sucked at the rest stop,
or at the park restroom. Many of their sexual connections were quick and
fleeting. They experienced sex in five or ten minute's interludes.  They
knew men, but not deeply.

Most of our friends were excited to go to a place where there was privacy,
a bed and a shower.

I also found out when they wanted a private place; they were not always
talking about a place only for one on one sexual contact. Private seemed to
mean a place where everyone was gay and tolerant. Private seemed to mean a
place where you could be yourself, where you could be naked and hard and
enjoy those things you had only dreamed about.

Bill was sixty years old and had barely scratched the surface of his sexual
potential.  Johnny was young but sex had been a quick grope or a mouth
filled with sperm in dark corner.  David was all but virgin and didn't even
have that.

Rusty had a wider range of experience. Luckily, he was so relaxed; he
tended to make other men relax. He could drain the drama and tension from a
situation. Sex with him was all pleasure without the worry and
nervousness. If you didn't like something you could just do something else.

In some ways, David was an unconscious spark plug. He was unaware of his
role, but he had a cock that could launch a thousand erections. He didn't
seek out sexual fun; it came to him like an iron filing to a magnet. While
he wasn't a libertine by any stretch of the imagination, he was always
polite and accommodating.

When we first connected after the fire, David was largely unaware of the
potential for sexual pleasure and excitement. We connected and had a great
time. It was lovely and David would have been perfectly happy to do that
for the rest of his life. David was not into variety or new experiences.

Luckily, while he didn't seek our sexual opportunities, they seemed to come
to him, drawn by his oversized organ. Most said they would just like to see
it.  That was only partially true. Looking at it was only a first
step. Everyone came back for more than a look or a lick. It could be
hypnotic for some men.

David knew that he was not adventurous or inventive and he had no predatory
tendencies at all. At first, he did not realize he was cable of feeing
great sexual pleasure and satisfaction. He was surprised to find he could
please men and they could please him.

He told me came from a conservative family, and father was hard but fair. I
knew enough about that to know he meant his father was a demanding
asshole. He father wanted perfection and nothing less. I don't think he was
physically abusive; he just could never be pleased or satisfied by his
son. That was why David liked teaching so much.  He could give his students
the support he wanted, but never received.

Most of our friends were middle-aged men. Pleasing them excited David. He
didn't know it was possible. It was emotionally satisfying and
fulfilling. I don't think he knew it was possible to please a man his
father's age. For most fathers David would have been the perfect child,
obedient, hard working and respectful. While I never met David's father I
knew the type. It wasn't possible to satisfy him. Doing your best was not
enough.

While I think David always felt a forbidden attraction to men, he had hoped
Dorothy would let him play the role of a father and husband.  David was a
conventional man and he wanted a conventional life. Dorothy was both
uninterested and non-receptive. He knew his cock caused pain, not passion.

When David fucked Johnny, David discovered a man who was both receptive and
appreciative. Johnny loved David's cock and David loved his tight quivering
hole. David was born to top, but his sexual equipment was oversized for the
task. Johnny and Joey were the only ones who could take it with
enthusiasm. This was a revelation to David.

Luckily, an oversized cock is rarely a disqualification for friendship for
most gay men. Johnny told me about a man who wanted to meet us,
Clarence. Clarence was perhaps 55 and served on a local rescue squad. He
was a dairy farmer who had a big operation about ten miles outside of
town. He was the youngest son of a large family and had stayed home with
his folks on the farm when the rest of the family moved on.

"Clarence is a good guy, but he doesn't get out much. I was doing an
inspection of a burned out barn and Clarence and I hit of off.  Nature
called and I was pissing behind a bush. He joined me and liked what he saw.
He is a big man, and not bad looking, but he's real shy," Johnny said. "He
thought I was big and he liked that. I made a mistake and blurted out that
if he thought I was big, he should see a pal I know. Well, Clarence was
really interested."

"Does he just want to look?" I asked.

"That's what he said, but I know better," Johnny said. "He called me about
getting together. He never calls. That was a big step for him.

I wasn't too interested, but David surprised me and said he was willing. A
day later Johnny came by with the big farmer.  If you were a Hollywood
producer looking for someone to play the part of a farmer, he would have
picked Clarence. He was well over six feet tall and on the high side of 250
pounds.

Clarence had just showered and was wearing his good clothes. That counted
with David. He had years of experience in parent teacher conferences and
knew the parents who made an effort were capable of helping their
children. A working man in a clean tee shirt had some respect for the
teacher and for education.

It was Saturday afternoon and I offered everyone a cool drink or a beer. We
went to the garden and Clarence was impressed. As a farmer, he was more
comfortable with men who could grow things. Rusty was away for the day, but
Polaris was with us, he took an immediate liking to Clarence. That was a
good sign. Most dogs have good taste in human friends.

It was a hot day, so we returned to the house and I turned on the air
conditioning. We talked about David's fire. Clarence was the chief of his
volunteer fire department and he was interested. He had encountered the
hoarding situation too and he was sympathetic to David. He had an aunt who
had the problem and he knew how hard it was to deal with it.  Davis said
losing his wife and having the house burn down within a month was a shock.

"My folks died within four months of each other," Clarence said. "Towards
the end, I was a full time farmer and a full time nurse. When they were
gone, I had no idea what to do with myself. I had always watched the
television programs they liked. Three weeks after Mom died, I watched a
program I like. I felt guilty, as if I was doing something wrong."

David smiled. "I know that feeling. It was always easier to do what Dorothy
wanted, so I took the course of least resistance. I obeyed," he said.  "I
had Willy here to get me out of the rut.  Johnny did his part too."

"How did that happen?" Clarence asked.

"Well, you don't find this in the self help books on dealing with grief and
loss, but I discovered sex," David said. "Dorothy and I had an all but
sexless marriage. I didn't have many friends to rely on, but Willy likes
sex, and I discovered I did too."

"I think about sex a lot, but I've not tried it," Clarence said in almost a
whisper. "I would like to do a little more." He paused.  "I'd really like
to do more."

"I like sex and Willy likes it as does Johnny," David said. "Are you
willing to play a little?"

Clarence nodded. "I'm afraid I might not do things right," he murmured.

I smiled. "Man sex isn't much like a ladies Bridge club, or a church
meeting. They plan is to see how much fun we can have with each other. You
don't need to make sure your hair is combed. If we do things right, were
all going to be naked and playing with our private parts," I said. "I don't
know about you, but my parts tend to ooze and drool some. In know that
doesn't bother David and Johnny. In fact, I think they like it that way."

David had already started to strip. Johnny followed suit. Clarence glanced
at them, and began to unbutton his shirt.

"Eventually we will all shoot off if we are lucky," I said. "You can get
out of the way, or open your mouth to take the man seed."

"You guys would do that?" Clarence asked. He was taking his shirt off by
then and unbuckling his belt.

"Sure we do that," I said. "Let me ask you one favor, Clarence. Let us know
when you are ready to pop. One of us would love to be the first to sample
your special sauce." The conversation diminished after that comment.

Once we were all naked, David's cock worked its magic. David didn't know
enough about man sex to know the meaning of the phrase "Size Queen." As a
farmer, Clarence knew all about bulls and stallions. When he saw the human
equivalent of a hose cock, he discovered true love, or more correctly, true
lust.

Clarence was a polite, well-mannered man who didn't ignore Johnny and
me. He liked us all but it was David's cock that rang his chimes, and the
same cock turned off all the circuits in his mind that made him cautious
and shy. I think that Clarence knew that David's cock was a rare and
impressive natural feature, and that he had better experience it when he
could.  There might not be a second chance.

I dropped to my knees to suck Johnny and Clarence went for David. Johnny
was turned on as usual. I took some time to get David fully erect, but
Clarence was willing to try. We traded playmates a few times. Clarence was
downright juicy; his balls drooled continuously.

We went to the room to get more comfortable. That is where David nosed his
monster into Johnny's ass. I don't think Clarence knew it was possible. I
was sucking Clarence at the time and I tasted him react to watching the
huge cock ease into Johnny's welcoming ass. His cock was enthusiastic about
the view.

 Apparently, my comment about cock ooze and drool directly applied to
Clarence. He oozed buckets of precum when he became excited. This
embarrassed him and he had been worried about it. My comment reassured him
it would be okay.  Clarence had a beer can style cock, although it was
perhaps more like a beer keg. With a wide slit, he began to drip and
drool. Clarence was also reserved, but his drooling cock gave everything
away.

David slowed his thrusts to casual pace. "You can see that Johnny, Willy
and I are good friends. I hope you aren't offended?" he asked. "I hope this
isn't too intimate for you? We are not shy at all."

"It's exciting," Clarence replied. "I can't believe it fits and Johnny is
taking it so easily. What does it feel like?"

"Johnny is firm and tight. It's hard to describe," David said. "His insides
are firm and still soft. He quivers and twitches when things are
particularly good. I like to savor the experience so I take my time. When I
was younger, I was eager to get to the orgasm. Now I seem to enjoy the trip
as much as the destination. Would you like to spend some time in Johnny?
I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

David pulled out and Clarence took his place. The look on his face was a
joy to behold. Clarence was in heaven. While Clarence's cock was no rival
to David's it may well have been thicker. Johnny moaned as it popped in.

"It's wonderful," the farmer said. "I'll have to pull out soon.  I can't
last long."

"Don't worry about that. Think of your semen as extra lubricant," David
said. "I can't tell you how I know it, but Johnny likes that!"

"I don't want to cum so fast," Clarence added.

"Relax, we have the entire afternoon, and the night if you want," I
said. "Have you fucked a man before?"

"Oh no, I've never done it," he replied.  His stubby, fat cock stretched
Johnny's hole, but the cock tapered some as it vanished into his bush. It
was more comfortable when it was in deep. I wasn't sure if this was because
of the taper, or the thickness. The cock was long enough to squeeze
Johnny's prostate.

"I was fucked once a long time ago," Clarence said. "It wasn't bad or good,
but I do think of it often."

"What was it like? David asked. "Was it like this?"

"It was with a friend of my older brother," Clarence said. "I had graduated
from High School. One of my brother's pals had joined the army and he was
on his way to basic training. He came by the house to go out for a beer
with my brother. My brother wasn't there and my folks were out so I went
with him. We had too much to drink and he fucked me. He was big, not as big
as David, but big."

"You still think about it?" I asked.

"Would it sound funny if I told you I've always thought it could have been
better?" Clarence asked. "Part of it was embarrassing and it hurt, but
towards the end it was good. I could feel him squirting into my ass."

"You liked that?" David asked.  Clarence nodded. David was behind Clarence
and he wrapped his arms around his chest. David played with Clarence's
tits. The farmer moaned.

"Have you ever had an orgasm with your pals helping before? Just relax and
let things flow," David said. Clarence shuddered and twitched. "Johnny
would love to have you fill him up," David continued. "You've already
plowed the field, now seed it! When you're done, I'll make sure it's
planted deep. Just let go! Fill him up!  Clarence began to twitch and
shiver as he rear loaded Johnny.

"Damn I can feel you shooting!" Johnny cried. Clarence had a beautiful,
full body orgasm. He twitched at each ejaculation.

"That's beautiful," I said. When Clarence's ejaculations diminished he
pulled out, David replaced his cock in Johnny's vacated ass. As David's
tool slipped in some of Clarence's sperm oozed out on the sides of the
oversized organ.

"That is a tight fit," I said as I put my arm around Clarence. "You were
beautiful," I said to him.

"I've never done that; I've never been watched," Clarence said. "I feel
strange, sort of embarrassed." By now, David was building up ahead of steam
with Johnny. Johnny was well on the way to the moon.

"Do you think David is embarrassed?" I asked as I reached over and fondled
his balls. His cock was still drooling.

"It's exciting," Clarence said. As I played with his cock, he had a delayed
ejaculation and covered my hand with his man seed. "I'm making a mess; I'm
sorry."

"Clarence, making a nice sticky mess is why we are here," I
said. "Sometimes it's good when it's neat, but most of the time it's better
when it's messy. I like watching a man have a good time. You enjoyed it,
didn't you?"

Clarence was silent. David was pounding Johnny hard and fast now.  He
couldn't have been more than a few seconds from an orgasm. David suddenly
turned ridged as he channeled all of his energy into the orgasm.

"It is beautiful," Clarence said as he watched. "I didn't know a man could
feel so much and so good. I didn't know anything could feel that good. I
had heard some guys talking about it and I thought they were just making it
up." He paused. "Is it like that every time?"

"That is our objective here.  The more you do it, the better it gets," I
said. Clarence looked relieved. "Let's all regroup and then see what we can
do." we all took a shower and talked some but both David and Johnny needed
to catch their breath. It had been that good.  The rest period was good for
Clarence too. I think the excitement disoriented him.

Clarence assumed we were old hands sexual play, but David explained we were
all new at it. "I had been is a sexual drought since my marriage. I had
also been one of those who had saved himself for marriage before that,"
David said. "Dorothy's death, my retirement and the fire shook me to my
core. I broke out of my shell and tried something new. It was shocking for
me even to consider anything sexual. To tell you the truth, it was even
more shocking to discover I loved it. I was clueless. I thought my cock was
a crude and vulgar leftover from evolutionary needs."

"I was under the impression the sexual aspect of a relationship was a minor
feature," David continued. "I thought of ex as an optional desert after a
dinner.  I discovered it was actually a multicourse banquet, with the cock
the major feature of every course."

Clarence and Johnny laughed. "That's a nice way to put it!" Johnny
said. "Sometimes I can't get enough of it."

"I have discovered another shocking aspect of sex," David said. "I thought
you have to love someone to have good sex with them.  I found out sex is
rip-roaring good with anyone who is into it. Johnny is a nice man, but I
didn't love him. Shoving my cock into his ass and fucking him silly is
wonderful! The cock had its own mind. Affection is nice, but not required."

"You know I love that too?" Johnny said.

"I did notice that," Davis said. "Do you feel demeaned when I fuck you?"

"It's too good to feel anything else," Johnny replied.

He was very soft after the orgasm, but after twenty or so minutes, his male
hormones kicked in and he became excited again.  I thought he might have
been drained by the earlier climax, but either he had held some back before
or he had made new. As before, as soon as he was excited, his cock began to
drool.  I told David that Clarence had a high quality special sauce, and
David sampled it.

I know that most ball juices are lubricant intended to make fucking easier,
but it seemed to be an aphrodisiac for me. The juices seemed to have the
same effect on David. As David sucked Clarence, Johnny came over to
Clarence's ass, he nosed his cock head toward the ass. Clarence shifted his
legs to give better access.