Date: Sat, 10 Jul 2004 18:55:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Grizzlies and Geezers 3

Grizzlies and Geezers

Part 3

By Bald Hairy Man    e-mail  bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com

This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again
remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have
included no gestures toward common sense either.  These are all new
stories.  Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments.

"Does either of you have any theoretical objection to mindless sex?" Angus
asked.

"I don't think so," I said, "I never thought of it that way, but I sure
don't object."

"I'm into fun," Templeton said. "I wouldn't mind love, but I'll take sex!"

"That makes sense to me," Angus said, he was on his knees and my cock was
in his mouth. Angus and Templeton were a Mutt and Jeff like couple. Angus
was as big as Templeton was small. Angus' cock seemed small in proportion
to his body.  Templeton's meat was a monster.

Later I realized Angus's dick was as big as mine, a solid 6 inches.  It was
small only when compared to his bulk. Templeton's, however, was by any
standard a horse cock. Angus was a delicate and considerate partner who
loved to suck.  When I say loved, I mean loved. The diminutive and dapper
Templeton was an old-fashioned man rammer.  He wasn't crude, but he
certainly was focused.

After several years of a sexual drought, it seemed as if I had entered a
veritable rain forest. Angus was nursing my cock like a new born babe at
his mother's breast. I was sucking, or trying to suck Templeton's cock.  It
was big, uncut club cock, with the head the same size as the shaft.  While
it was almost too big to suck, he oozed enough precum to ease the way.

I wasn't much of a precum fancier, but Templeton's juice was exciting and
went a long way toward changing my mind. To tell you the truth, I was
flattered that the young man was turned on. I know you can't ooze just to
be polite.  Templeton was handsome and I hadn't expected he would be at all
interested in me.

I was thinking about Templeton when I began to shoot. Poor Angus got a real
mouthful.  I apologized to him, but he didn't seem to mind.  Later I found
out he was a cum hound and didn't mind a desert served from my cock. I sure
didn't mind either.  After the orgasm, I felt drained.

Angus puzzled me by getting on his hands and knees. A few seconds later the
mystery was solved. Templeton was right behind him and his cock was at
Angus' hole. Angus winced as the huge organ rammed his ass. I was shocked
and almost told Templeton to stop; I was afraid he was being hurt. Just
then I heard Angus growl.  It was a deep guttural growl.  I'm not sure I
had ever heard the sound of pure pleasure before, but that's what it was.

It was the sound of Templeton's cock touching every sexual nerve in Angus'
body and making them sing. I soon realized they had been together before
and Templeton's cock was retracing a well-worn path.  I knew from my life
with Lou; sex gets better with familiarity.  There might be less mystery,
perhaps, but more pleasure. I could see Angus moving his body to
accommodate Templeton's organ and noticed Templeton knew exactly when to
thrust and when to let Angus do the work. They were a well oiled, or more
correctly lubricated, sex machine.

"I'm ready to shoot!" Templeton cried. "Do you want it or do you want me to
show it to Tom?"  Before Angus had a chance to answer, Templeton pulled out
and sprayed Angus's back with his seed. The moon was out and the moonlight
made the cum sparkle. For a second it looked like a Roman candle shooting
from the tip of Templeton's cock. Angus stood. I went to suck him, but
discovered he had already shot off.

We went down to the pool and took a swim. Max and Wally were there, sitting
nude on the edge of the pool.  Somehow I knew they were relaxing after
their orgasms.  I went home after the swim and slept well.

The next week was a madhouse at work.  The Governor had eliminated all
state funds for scientific research in the next year's budget.  He said any
decent research should be self supporting.  90% of our funds were private
or from Federal sources, but some state participation was required to get
the grants which were our lifeblood.  To make maters worse, the governor
wanted to charge privately supported studies rent for the use of state
facilities.

In recent years the Governors of Virginia traditionally aim for the lowest
common denominator.  As a general rule, institutions of higher learning in
Virginia thrive in spite of the state rather than because of it.
Fortunately the Governor's entire proposal could go down the tubes if the
Senate rejected it out of hand. There were some good men in the Senate.  If
we could get them to understand the Governor's stupidity could be defeated.
It was a month of hell for the Universities and academics in the state.  I
was at meetings or writing position papers every night.

I got calls from Mark, Wally and Karl, but was too worn out to go anywhere
or do anything.  I did see Wally, Karl, Max and Angus' names on a full page
add in the paper opposing the Governor's proposal.  Friday night Mark
appeared at my door.  I said I was too tired, and he said, that was fine,
we could sleep together.

We ended up going out to diner and Mark was nice enough to let me rant for
an hour or so.  I had a good dinner for the first time in a week or two and
I felt better.  Returning to my house, he offered to give me a massage.

"Do you expect me to fall for that again?" I asked.

"I sure as hell do!" Mark replied.  We both burst out laughing.  A few
minutes later I was naked on my bed and he was working some oil into my
back.

"I don't know if I can do much.  I haven't been this tired in years," I
complained.

"Tommy my boy, all you need to do is feel," Mark said.  "Just relax and let
me do everything."

"Relaxing is a problem," I said.  "Screwing up my work is one thing, but
ruining the entire research institution is another.  I can't let that
happen."

"Calm down and let Dr.  Mark take charge.  "Just think of it as therapy."

"Is it therapy for you or me?" I asked.

"To tell you the truth, I was hoping for a bit of both," Mark said as he
began to massage in earnest.  He was good at it, and I have to admit, the
massage combined with prospect of feeling his cock again seemed to
dissipate the exhaustion I felt.

His big balls were resting on my ass as he massaged my back.  Because it
was hard, most of the time, I couldn't feel his cock.  Once and a while
he'd lean over and I would feel his shaft on my ass crack.

Mark was talking as he worked.  "You know there was a time when I didn't
like to shoot off," he said.  "I know the orgasm is the main attraction,
but to me it meant the fun was over.  I was younger then.  I didn't have a
hair trigger, but I did get to the point real fast.  I liked watching other
guys shooting off, but I was a problem for me."

"You seem to have got over it."

"Well, you may have noticed I'm a top.  I like to be in charge and in
control," Mark continued.  As he rubbed me down, he oiled my ass and had
begun to lubricate my hole.  "You can't be in control when you are
shooting.  I know I'm a goofy looking guy, but when I'm naked, my fuck tool
demands admiration.  I thought I killed the mystique when I had an orgasm.
It's hard to go from being a Cock God to Gomer Pyle in half a minute."

"I never thought of you that way," I said.

"My friends don't see it that way either.  As I've gotten older, it's
harder to climax and I found out my quality time, that nice and slow build
up to an orgasm, got longer and longer.  It use to be I couldn't fuck guys
for more than four of five minutes, I can go 20-30 minutes without taking a
breath now."

"I think I noticed that," I said.  Mark laughed.  By now his cock head was
at my ass hole and he was slowly applying pressure.  I didn't want to fight
it, but my hole seemed to have another opinion.  He pressed a little
harder.

"When I've been playing long enough my cock really needs some release,"
Mark continued.  "Open wide."  I tried to shift my ass and his cock slipped
in, first just the head.  He hesitated a minute, then pushed a second time
easing the rest of his cock deep into my ass.

"Damn.  I love this," Mark exclaimed.  I loved it too.  My first
experiences with Mark were good, but you wonder if it might just have been
a fluke.  As his cock slid deep into my ass, I knew it wasn't a fluke.  It
was even better than it had been before.

"You've relaxed some," Mark muttered.  "It's nice and easy."  It was nice,
but not that easy.  While it must have been the absolute upper limit of
cock I could take, it wasn't pain which was the problem.  It was the
intensity of sexual sensation which was almost too much. It was as if his
cock was stroking a bare nerve.  It felt so good it almost hurt.

I also had a problem breathing.  I was winded by his deep strokes.  Mark
noticed this and adjusted his strokes.  He leaned over me and whispered in
my ear, "Is this easier?"  He was slowly pumping his cock only an inch or
two in my ass.

"It's wonderful," I said.

"It's good for me too," he continued. I could feel his chest hair rubbing
my back and his cock pulsed in my ass. After a while he rolled me on my
back a spread my legs on his shoulders. With the lone exception of my cock,
I was limp as a dish rag by then. His cock slid into my ass both deeply and
easily. I almost passed out it felt so good. This had been Lou's favorite
position, but I felt no wave of nostalgia, Mark's cock was unique in my
experience and the sensations were all new.

Oddly, it felt as if a different man was fucking me. In the course of the
next hour we discovered by changing positions, we also changed the
sensation.  This, in itself is not particularly unusual, but with Mark it
was as it was an all new cock.  Mark felt it too.

Spread eagled, doggy style or side ways, it was all good, but very
different. Mark was oddly analytic sometimes. He figured out what was
happening and told me about it in serious, almost clinical terms.

"My cock's wider than deep," he said. "I'd say about two and a half inches
wide and an inch and a half deep, except for the cum tunnel and lube
dispenser on the underside.  I think my cum chute is rubbing your prostate
and giving it some special attention when I'm rear ending you.  When I'm
fucking you from the side, your magic button is getting the full width of
the shaft. That why it feels so different."

"That might be it," I agreed. "Do you effect other guys the same way you do
me?"

"Not even close," he declared.  "Not even close.  Just getting the thing in
their ass is the major achievement for most guys. Some guys love it.
Others just want the sense of achievement."

"Like climbing Everest?" I suggested, "because it's there?"

Mark laughed, "Something like that. You're the first guy I've met who is a
prefect fit."

"I don't believe that!  I'm sure you have a lot of practice fucking, and
you've had some return customers."

"I sure have," Mark said. "What I mean is you are the perfect fit. It's
like a tight fitting glove.  It's as if your ass was shrink wrapped to my
cock. Everything that can feel is feeling, every move I make you respond
to." As if to illustrate his point, Mark raised one of my legs, straddled
the other and nosed his cock into my ass again.  I shivered as the monster
slipped in sideways.

"You feel it too, don't you?" he asked. I nodded.

"I don't want to get married or anything like that, but I sure wouldn't
mind getting together kind of regular like," he said.

"As long as sex is involved, I'm game," I managed to say. "It doesn't seem
to me love is in the cards, but some nice, simple lust would really hit the
spot."

"Thank you Jesus!" Mark exclaimed. "I was hoping you'd feel that way." Mark
spent the night and we continued our explorations. While I had several
meetings the next day, the evening with Mark seemed to have given me new
energy.

On Sunday I was scheduled to take part in a panel discussion on the
Governor's proposals on the Public Televison station. I had been expecting
a sensible airing of views, but that wasn't in the interests of the
Governor. He sent a 35-year-old party hack to present his case as
representing old time true religion verses Godless science.

The hack, Jimmy Savage was a lay minister for some out of the way religious
group and the Governor's assistant public affair's spokesman. I gave a
brief presentation on the significance of research to the health and
prosperity of the Commonwealth.  He pulled out a well-worn Bible given to
him by his Grandmother and said everything he needed to know about science
he could find in the "good book."

"And in addition," the jerk said, "the Governor proposes to require
"Creation Studies" departments in State schools. We will add Creation
Studies to the requirements for getting a degree in the Commonwealth." This
caused an uproar in the studio audience.

My fellow panelist, a distinguished Physicist from UVA and a Dean from Tech
were dumbfounded and all but speechless.  I said, "Maybe Mr. Savage can
read between the lines of the bible and understand computer code.  Praying
might well be good for your health, but if you have cancer you might better
try chemo, radiation or surgery."

"I have heard there are no atheist on a death bed, but thanks to science
that death bed experience is thirty of forty years further in the future
for the average person than in biblical times." I continued.  The audience
burst into applause.

"I'm talking about belief!" Savage cried.

"You can believe anything you want. Science is about understanding the real
world, not the spiritual world," I retorted. "You can believe a computer
works by magic, or you can understand and learn how it works.  You can
believe faith heals, or you can become and doctor and nurse and really heal
your fellow man. You can believe a disease is incurable, of you can become
a scientist and look for a cure!"  The audience rose to their feet and
applauded and yelled their support.

Savage turned bright red, snarled and threw a glass of water at me. I don't
know what happened after that. I didn't even feel the jolt of electricity
which knocked me out.  Apparently, the water connected with an electrical
outlet and almost electrocuted me. Live on televison.

The Medical professions were well represented in the audience and kept me
alive until the EMTs arrived. The studios were near a hospital and I was
put on life support in record time.

I was transferred to the University Hospital where I worked and got
spectacular care. When you are near death, it's good to have a group of
brilliant, workaholic doctors and scientist on your side. I had no direct
family but my associates knew me and decided to try a bold new
procedure. There was massive brain damage and they knew I would rather take
a risk to repair the damage than to live is a semi-vegetative state.

I was conscious again four days later. One side of me wasn't working well
and I couldn't figure out how to talk. It was not good.  Later, I found out
being alive period was a pretty major achievement from a medical point of
view. The doctors were overjoyed.

I could understand things, and Dr. Freddy explained everything to
me. Dr. Frederick Asbury Mills III was an old friends and the head of
neurosurgery. He told me most of the paralysis was due to swelling and
would diminish. Dr. Freddy was a straight shooter, and he told me while the
prognosis wasn't good, it could be a lot worse. They had tried some new
techniques from the Netherlands where stem cell work was allowed and they
would continue with it if I was game.

For the first few days after I came out of the coma, I faded in and
out. Time was impossible from me to figure out.  People came to see me and
talked. I still couldn't talk back, but the company was good. Mark came by
to see me.  He had been in the emergency crew that saved me. He looked at
me the way a chef looks at a particularly good dinner. My ability to talk
had just started to return and I almost had a sensible conversation with
him.

The plan was to stay in the hospital for several months, but I couldn't
stand that.  After two weeks the paralysis was largely gone and I could
talk. Hospitals are so confused, I wanted to go home and rest. My doctors
didn't want me to live alone. Mark came to my rescue.  He was looking for a
new apartment, and was willing to say with me. As an EMT, Mark satisfied my
doctors who wanted someone professional near by.

Three days later I was home and Mark was in the guest's bedroom.